I was cleaning up my room yesterday when i came across this really special box. Why do i say that it is special ? Because this particular box was filled with lots of letters, autograph books, notebooks and those small lil diaries. As i read thru all the letters and books, a sudden thought struck me.

Friends who vowed to stay by your side forever may not always be there and
friends who promise to stay in touch forever, you may not know where they are
staying right now or even their phone numbers.

It is quite saddening to realise this harsh fact. This is the reality that we are all facing right now. People often say memories are meant to be kept forever. And so many a times, we did just that and kept all those memories right at the back of our mind. Be it good or bad, we just bury them there and sometimes may even competely forget about their existence.

Inside this lil box are memories back then from my pri sch days to sec sch days. During those pri sch days, when we were young and innocent, there is this "trend" of letting all your friends write in your autograph books. Especially when you are in primary 6, reason being you want to stay in touch with all or rather most of them. As i read thru the autograph books, i realised all of them wrote about the same stuff and messages.

Hope you pass your PSLE with flying colors and get into your dream school. We
must stay in touch forever okay ? (:

But now, i dun even know which school most of them are in and whether they have changed their numbers already. Back then, we were all so close tgt playing five stones, badminton, zero-point, etc. Now, we rarely talk or even contact one another. So difted apart.

Then came the second phase of life. The sec sch days. I remember how often we will write letters to each other and then we upgrade to writing in notebooks. Thoughts and feelings are always best expressed through writing. In life, there are bound to be moments of sadness, anger and depression. No matter how optimistic you are, there are times where you want to let down your mask and cry all you want, scream all you can. I am grateful for those days you all were there when i am at the lowest point in life. Those words of encouragement and hugs filled with love brought smiles back to my face once again. YYSH will never be a memory because i believe that this bond we have will stay strong forever.

Secondary 3 where we all have to be separated and streamed into different classes, i met my sista Kling. I really miss her like hell. Back in 3 Justice, she was the one who sat beside me, play bingo and crack those lame and silly jokes with me. Kling (if you are reading this), do you still remember we used to write in a lil diary with Huili ? hahaha ! As i was reading thru it, i really miss those times. The things we wrote might be really silly but they all came from the bottom of our hearts and i felt that true friends really do exist. I rmb the first time when we met was during the cca, Drama Club. You were so unfriendly towards me lahs ! My first impression abt you wasn't really good but i am glad we became friends in the end ! You brought me alot of joy and laughter back then !~

When i entered poly, everything seems to have changed. Poly are not like pri and sec sch. Somehow ppl here are more matured and not many people will want to do those silly lil things that I used to do with my clique in the past. We think more before we do anything now. Nobody will want to write letters, diaries or notebooks anymore. Stamps are like close to extinction already. The "trend" now are blogs. Easy, convenient and environmental friendly (because no need to waste paper). Not many people will want to talk face to face or on the phone anymore, the human touch was lost.

I seemed to realise after so long that true friends are really hard to come by. Before judging others whether they have the qualities to be your true friend, why not judge whether you yourself have the qualities to be the true friends of others first ?

This post is rather long. But there are times when i want to put down my thoughts into words and express how much i miss my past.