Losing Friends That Are Important
I stumbled onto this post which was just beautiful. After reading it, I couldn’t help but think about my own childhood and teenage-hood and the friends which were part of those periods of my life. I’ve long lost contact with my childhood friends - those rascals-in-crime who I played ‘Crocodile’ with on the table-tennis table, catching at the playground, ‘Pepsi Cola 123′ at the lift landing, ‘Hantam-Bola’ at the void deck, ‘Police-and-thief’ using the whole HDB as the area, sliding down the hill in our estate with cardboard boxes and the female neighbors who convinced us guys to destroy our groins by playing ‘Zero-Point’.
I’ll especially never forget the friends who got caught together with me playing soccer at the void deck just before the PSLE and got caned together with me by the Principle.
Good times.
We never did manage to really keep in touch after my family moved when I entered Secondary School. Most of us didn’t have our own phones in the room and it wasn’t part of our culture to call and talk with each other. Actually, it never occurred to me until I was in upper secondary school that the phone could be used by people other than the parents. We were the sort of friends who went to school together, played soccer and ‘One-Leg’ together during recess and hung out a bit after school. Our gathering point was the playgrounds scattered across the estate.
Although we lived close together, it was never in our habit to regularly visit each other’s homes (hmmm, though I did visit some of them out of the blue). Our parents talked whenever they met at the playground or in the market, but I don’t remember my parents ever inviting any of my friends’ parents over. The only people who did ever come to our house were family, my parents’ friends or the neighbors on our floor and one floor down.
When I moved away, keeping in touch was over. We only managed to meet when we went back to the primary school for Teacher’s day. I can remember only one other time we met and that was before O-Levels. I envy the kids now - they have handphones, icq, email, msn and so many other ways to keep in touch. We had none of those things then and being in a different part of Singapore as opposed to the same estate didn’t help matters.
I could of course have arranged to go out with them. But at that time, it never occurred to me that I could do that. Going out after school was never part of my life. Not that I never hung out with my secondary school friends. We did, but only at places near school and they were rarely arranged before hand. It was mostly a matter of school is over, there is some free time, shall we go bowl or watch a movie and rarely in Orchard. In fact, I can’t even remember going to Orchard to ‘hang out’ on a school day during my secondary school days except once in Sec three - it was my first date.
I only learned the concept of ‘hanging out’ in town when I hit JC. I mean, I only learned there were groups of people called ‘Far East Kids’ and ‘Centerpoint Kids’ after Cineleisure became the new IT place.
When I read the post, I started trying to find reasons why I lost most of my friends from those periods of my life which were really the best ones until about two years ago. There is probably a myriad of factors which all contributed to the lost.
But then I reminded myself not to dwell on what’s lost but what I have - my best friend. The funny thing is we never really talked to each other during the first year of upper secondary school. We were in the same class so we must have interacted but he was a real ninja until I got to know him as a friend rather then just a classmate.
He would come to class just before the bell rings, put his bag, go for assembly, attend lessons, go off for ECA once the bell rings. That’s it. Ninja.
I still remember the point when we became friends. It was after a bunch of speeches made by prefect wannabees when we were exiting the hall.
He turned to me and asked, ‘Who’s Wisely?’
A man with a cold sense of humor. A man after my own heart.
Like what marta wrote in her post, that was the moment that sticks. And life then was indeed simpler. We would spend time waiting for teachers to come into class discussing about everything. My friend was such an optimist that he was a perfect foil to my cynicism about the world.
And through everything that has happened in our lives, he has always been my lighthouse - the constant that always warns, guides and encourages.
