Well, that pretty much sums up what i wanted to write about the event of "back to school". What i really want to write about isn't the dinner. That is secondary. What's more important are the fond memories and friendships from that school.
On Saturday morning, Ting gave me a call to ask if i wanna join LF, YM, her hubby and friends to the dinner, but i was still sleeping when she called. When mom told me about it after i woke up in the noon, i told her that i didn't feel like going out that day and would return Ting's call after lunch.
Then before i could call Ting to reject the invitation, LF called instead and i told her that i was too tired, down and lazy to go anywhere. She then told me that it was precisely because of my low spirit that i shouldn't shut myself at home. I should go out, meet friends and have a change of mood. We chatted for a while and she managed to convince me to join them. So i went.
It has been a few years since i last visited our highschool. It was still the same, with the old buildings and students wearing the same uniforms. As we walked in the campus, we reminisced about the good old naive teenage years. We also met a few teachers, one of whom had taught us before and could remember the names of three of them but not me (i wasn't as famous or active as my friends). The teacher chatted with us for a few minutes and told us how different the students are nowadays.
That was when we were reminded again how time flies; we had graduated from the school (well, except me) for almost 17 years already, and our friendships have lasted for more than 20 years!
And that was also when i was reminded of how blessed i really am. (Yes, God does love me!)
Indeed, these friends are my blessings in life, without whom i would never have been able to come this far.
In my love relationships, i've been hurt deeply twice. Yet in friendship, they have always been my pillar of strength. We are the friends who will truly be happy for each other's happiness, and will forever stand by each other in time of turbulence. The countless joyous and sorrowful events we shared for more than two decades keep our hearts close to each other. Sometimes i tell myself, a broken life can be made perfect with friends like them.
Uh huh, 6 wonderful and amazing ladies, who shine in whatever they do and wherever the go, and whom i'm so proud of to be part of their lives.
And my dearest friends, thank you for being part of mine too.
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