Missing Friends…

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missing: cannot be found; cannot be traced

missing: feeling the lack or loss of

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Lately I have been MISSING SOME FRIENDS. I also have SOME MISSING FRIENDS. I hope that while we are all caught up with our own lives, we could also let our lives intertwine at times.

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One night I dreamt of her. Subconsciously, I must have missed her terribly. I had not realised it in the state of my conscious busy-ness.

She must have employed some kind of right brain technique to creep into my REM state insidiously, like a wily worm. There, she did funny things to make me remember her. Since she always has such techniques of using emotive words to pull our heart strings, she must have some sort of power to do things while people sleep too.

I dreamt that we were supposed to meet up, but the rest weren’t around, which was strange as we usually meet up as a group. We chatted like how we always did back then. She, suan-ing me and I, suan-ing her. She is doing very well, like how she has always been doing. We chatted about lots of things but the details were vague. And then I asked her,

“Have you ever blamed me for leaving?”

She looked at me in her usual smiley slit eyes and said,

“No la! Why would I blame you?”

“I seem to be one of those whom people never expected to leave and suddenly wham bang, I had enough of it and decided that that would be my last term there. You have talked to us and tried to make us see things in your point of view but we still left.”

“Aiyah, no la. I need to go home liao. Come with me.”

Her house looked strangely familiar. It was one of those olden bungalow type of one-storey house. This image must have fused in from another figment in my REM state.

In the house, there was an old lady, I assumed to be her grandmother, and many children. They were all running about the house and were very happy to see that she had brought a visitor with her.

“Wow! All your students?”

“No, they are my kids. I quit already.”

I woke up.

I don’t know what this dream meant, ask the person who crept in.

I had wanted to blog about this. I would type a few paragraphs each time I had access to my sister’s computer but I could never finished before my sis chased me off.

I was determined to write about this before I sms her to tell her that I dreamt of her. For one, I didn’t wanna tell her directly what the dream was about. For another, I don’t know if she misses me as I do. Secarly I’m just a nobody to her.

Most of the time, I restrain myself upon thinking that the person may not reciprocate the same sentiments.

Heck, I don’t even know if she still reads my blog. Back then when we could still see each other everyday, she would quote lines out from my blog to suan me. As soon as I finished typing an entry on my off day, she would have read it the next day she saw me. After I left the co, I saw my ‘eateateat’ nickname mentioned twice on her blog and I knew she was still reading. Now, I have no clue at all as to whether she still reads.

I haven’t been catching up with her too coz those few times when I dropped by hh, and those few times when the hh people met up, she either had lessons, was in another branch or had something on.

Hence, I sms-ed her in my usual dee siao tone to mask whatever sentiment I had
AND

I will take YOUR word for it that YOU would be there during the next hh outing! You’ve been booked!

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I used to have this very good friend back in secondary school. When I transferred schools in secondary 2, she was the first gal who approached me and we clicked instantly.

That was 11 years ago towards the end of 1995. For a few years, we remained as very close friends and were each other’s confidante. I didn’t really care what people say about her because for all I know, she is a great gal and the best bud one could ever have.

We cried and hugged each other when we received our ‘O’ Levels results slips. Having always scored 20+ and 30+ points for our L1R5, we were elated to know that we had warrant enough points to go to a JC. However, we drifted apart when we went to different JCs. During our 1st year, we still met up and gossipped. After that, we just sort of disappeared from each other’s lives when she went overseas.

We only met up twice during our entire undergrad lives. One of my happiest meet up with her was in Perth. That time, kh was on course there and it was the Easter’s holiday week so I packed my luggage and flew over. Coincidentally, this good friend of mine was dropping by Perth to visit her friend. We managed to arrange a meet up through our very unstable long distance calls and sms-es.

Fancy meeting with an old friend in a foreign land! And all the arrangements were relatively impromptu. I could kick myself for forgetting my camera when I met her. Although I wasn’t able to capture that memory in print, that short one hour meet up made up a precious piece in my mind.

She sends Christmas cards every year. The hand-written words got lesser and lesser by the years. My tradition of sending Christmas cards stopped after JC, much less the handwritten words.

At times, when I thought of her, I would sms her but I would not get any reply. Did my sms-es somehow get lost somewhere in the 4th dimension? I am quite sure she did not change her number. I emailed her. No reply. Was my email floating about somewhere in cyberspace? I don’t know. Probably that address was no longer in use.

I didn’t have the courage to call as I thought maybe she didn’t want me as a friend anymore. But a Hallmark e-card came along last Christmas which was a huge consolation. At least it reaffirmed that the friendship is still there and that her email address is still in use.

Further emails and sms-es went unanswered. Finally on her birthday, I plucked up the courage to call her. It rang till it went dead. Three times in total.

What have happened to you? What have happened to us?

I have not forgotten you. Have you forgotten me?

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Recently, I started thinking about this gal I used to hang out with in JC. Both of us would pig out and slack and do unfinished homework during those Chinese periods when the rest of our poor classmates were having Chinese lessons.

The way I clicked with her was very different from the way I clicked with others. Usually I attune myself to people of the same siao-siao and bimbotic wavelength.

She was different. She was and I believe still is quite an interesting person. A little radical, not very mainstream yet not at all eccentric. She is a very nice person and friends from the same secondary school as her agree. Due to our surnames, she ranked just before me on the class list. Whenever teachers called out our English names, hers first then mine, she would tell me it sounded like ‘Angelina Jolie’. Our birthdays are just one day apart and she used to call me her Gemini twin.

Now, we have drifted apart. It seemed like I cannot contact her via her old hotmail address and maybe it is my fault that I don’t even bother finding out from my old classmates if they had her new email address.

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I’ve also lost touch with many of my St Nicks band friends. For one particular one, our parents knew each other. Our parents go out together once a week for singing while their daughters who used to be close friends do not meet that often, caught up in their own teaching world.

If you are reading this, please give me a sign.

Isn’t it funny how sometimes some people can really spend so much time with each other and have so much in common but once they are apart, all these didn’t really matter anymore?

It mattered.

People just get caught up with their own lives.

Did it matter to them?

I don’t know.

For me, I’m always finding a time when I’m so totally free to really pick up the phone and chit chat. I don’t want to just do a short drop by… tag and go… or do a “Hey I gotta go now”.

More often than not, I’m afraid that it didn’t matter to the other party as much as it mattered to me.

I’m more of the passive kind. But once I take the first step to salvage a friendship and I feel like the other party doesn’t feel the same, I would assume that I have already done my part.

So I just become lazy, sit there and not do anything.

Status quo.

Until I begin to feel all soppy again.

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On a lighter note, this was what I missed when I was in HK.




Our annual Pri 5B-6B class gathering! If I’m not wrong, this year was the first year I had missed it!

Looks fun! =)

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