‘Have you been in touch with your high school friends?’

I have to apologies that I have not being able to update as regularly as what I've expected when I've started this blog. Nothing to do with my bad back though my movement is now less restraint. Actually, it was more to do with lack of inspiration or stories to share with you readers. You can say, I was having writer's block.

Nevertheless, here's this week's entry.

‘Have you been in touch with your high school friends?’ one of my friends asked me recently.

A fair question with an easy answer. No. I haven’t been in touch with most of them. Maybe a few of them occasionally on some big events. But I have not been religiously meeting-up or catching up with most of them since I’ve been to college. The thing is, when people progress along, they lead a different direction in life. And along some direction, you may not be able to cross-path with you high school friends. Sad but true.

These are the friends that I’ve been growing up with at least the first 11 years of my life. These are the friends when I’ve been playing badminton with after obtaining inspiration from the Malaysia’s Thomas Cup team who took the cup back home. These are the friends who crack jokes and play pranks on other people when I’m still young.

I remember a few of us once made some comments about meeting up 10 years later. 10 years has passed and only a few of us made that promised. Well, I have not been keeping up with that promise myself but then again, I am nevertheless living thousand of miles away from Malaysia.

Whilst there are people I ought to catch-up with for old time sake, there are some that came across my mind which I don’t want to see them again. Not that I am having a serious grudge against them but I did had some bad memories with these bullies. These are the people, whom in my opinion use excessive brute force to get their way. I happened to be along their path and that’s why, my ‘never want to see them again’ stance. Maybe I might change my mind when I get older and ended up like my dad having party with his old friends religiously almost every fortnightly or monthly. I guess that’s what we do when we grow old; reminiscence the old days.

Well, I might not go along the path of partying with my friends fortnightly. But might as well start off by getting in touch via Facebook. Better start writing a list of people to poke today.