Ghosts

Blogger better start allowing me to post photos soon or I'm going to start a whole rhetorical saga in one night.

In other less depressing news, I messaged an old friend today. She's not old, I've just known her for a long time.

Okay, maybe saying "known her a long time" is stretching the truth a bit. We went to the same primary school together. Spent 6 years together in the same class and then went our separate ways never to meet again till 15 years later via the WWW.

Apparently, she sat next to me in class. How can I not remember this? Am I losing my memory? Or is it repressed? The verdict is still out. If only I could select certain memories to be repressed, I'd be a much happier person.

So, she's in Rawang now, doing her thing. Shah Alam used to be her old haunt. Small world.

I can't really remember much of my primary school days. I do remember the nasi lemak was yummy. I also remember that all the girls had a crush on this one male teacher of ours. It's amazing he wasn't squashed by the cumulative crush we had on him.

During our final year in school, we went on a roadtrip to Malacca. One of the stops on the trip was Taman Buaya, Ayer Keroh. We entered the haunted house with the hunky teach, and he came out the other end with a torn shirt. Don't ask me what happened in that place cause I wasn't part of the reason to the torn shirt. Apparently, some of the girls were so 'scared' that they hung on to him for dear life. Sounds fishy to me.

She asked me who else I kept in contact with. I'm sad to say, no one. I don't think I ever made an effort to keep up those old friendships. Even when I entered high school. Some of us got placed in the same school but it wasn't the same. We were in different classes and we made new friends so we sort of just drifted apart and started a whole new life.

I'm sure we did remain friends in the initial stage of high school but it started feeling a little forced. So, we just let it die a quiet and painless death, non of us ever looking back.

I remember being close to this one girl. She and I, along with another girl used to be inseparable in primary school. We'd eat together, walk together and hate the same people together. Of course we'd have our squabbles ever so often, but we stuck together most of the time.

Come high school, Syikin (one of them) was offered a place in a boarding school but Rookeni was sent to my high school. I was sad that we would be parted but at the same time happy that at least the two of us would still see each other. Little did I know at the time that we would end up being the reason we parted.

I suppose I'm partly to blame because I got placed in a better class and my friend was unfortunate to end up in a lower class. I guess at one point, I must have gotten all prissy and decided to hang out with my 'smart' friends. I don't know. For the life of me I cannot remember what went down.

But there is hope yet! Now that I've gotten in touch with Azlina (the friend I messaged earlier today), I may be able to trace back my old friends and maybe rekindle old friendships. Although, I do have to meet up with her and get her to refresh my memory of our schooling days.

She seems to remember the weirdest things. She claims my pinafore was always dropping off my shoulders. Give me proof, or I'll deny it. (My clothes fit better these days, Azlina, really.)

Here's to old friends, and new friendships.