"'>You've got a friend
You've got a friend">15 Comments Published by Angel on Thursday, January 19, 2006 at 2:54:00 AM.
[*Nostalgia and mush alarm*. Don't blame me for the warm and fuzzy feeling you might experience. OR the ewwy feeling!]
Have you ever laughed really hard?
When I ask myself that question, I can think of myself when I was around eight or nine years old, and I had a 'best friend'. E and I were inseperable. I had the best time when I'd hang around with her.
We were dreamers, both of us. Every other day, we would come up with a new plan to make history, to inspire. So, come lunch break, we'd grab our little pencils and write songs, that would later be turned into catchy tunes. Then there was our Childcraft phase. We'd ask the tall kids to get us the Childcraft books on the top shelf of the Reference cupboard at the library, then we'd lose ourselves in the glossy pages, thinking of substitute ingredients we could use and make our version of the crafts. Whenever there was an opportunity to sing on stage, we'd go together, and sway as we crooned into the mic. My sister still imitates that and tells me how funny we looked.
We'd talk about a lot of things, like how both of us wanted to get locked in, inside our school library, so we could read all we wanted, without our librarian telling it's time to close. In the classroom, we'd sometimes have our little 'boys vs girls' fights, the way only nine year olds can. We'd try to go explore the 'forbidden areas' of the school campus, where no primary school kid had ever been before.
After five years of knowing each other, we had to part ways. She had to move to another school, and needless to say, I was shattered, for I hadn't imagined a world without her. Five years is a long time, and longer in kid years! I felt a part of me die when she left, even though she was moving to a school in the same city.
What unravelled next was another dimension of our friendship, when we'd write each other letters, (yes,snailmail) and we'd try to cram up all our experiences into that inland letter, sometimes scribble little drawings. We did visit each other in person, but by then we'd grown older and had become more like penpals.
By the time we both turned thirteen, and later went to class ten, the frequency of letters dwindled down.We learned by then that we hadn't shared our crucial years together, and our lives were pretty much on different paths by that time.
Nevertheless, that ocassional phone call brought back some of our memories together. The last time I met her in person was about three years ago, a little before she joined medical college. I remember that day, we both talked and talked, realising just how different our personalities were.
I haven't spoken to E in a long time, but I do have with me all the letters she wrote, and with that, childhood memories that refuse to go away.
Have you ever laughed really hard?
When I ask myself that question, I can think of myself when I was around eight or nine years old, and I had a 'best friend'. E and I were inseperable. I had the best time when I'd hang around with her.
We were dreamers, both of us. Every other day, we would come up with a new plan to make history, to inspire. So, come lunch break, we'd grab our little pencils and write songs, that would later be turned into catchy tunes. Then there was our Childcraft phase. We'd ask the tall kids to get us the Childcraft books on the top shelf of the Reference cupboard at the library, then we'd lose ourselves in the glossy pages, thinking of substitute ingredients we could use and make our version of the crafts. Whenever there was an opportunity to sing on stage, we'd go together, and sway as we crooned into the mic. My sister still imitates that and tells me how funny we looked.
We'd talk about a lot of things, like how both of us wanted to get locked in, inside our school library, so we could read all we wanted, without our librarian telling it's time to close. In the classroom, we'd sometimes have our little 'boys vs girls' fights, the way only nine year olds can. We'd try to go explore the 'forbidden areas' of the school campus, where no primary school kid had ever been before.
After five years of knowing each other, we had to part ways. She had to move to another school, and needless to say, I was shattered, for I hadn't imagined a world without her. Five years is a long time, and longer in kid years! I felt a part of me die when she left, even though she was moving to a school in the same city.
What unravelled next was another dimension of our friendship, when we'd write each other letters, (yes,snailmail) and we'd try to cram up all our experiences into that inland letter, sometimes scribble little drawings. We did visit each other in person, but by then we'd grown older and had become more like penpals.
By the time we both turned thirteen, and later went to class ten, the frequency of letters dwindled down.We learned by then that we hadn't shared our crucial years together, and our lives were pretty much on different paths by that time.
Nevertheless, that ocassional phone call brought back some of our memories together. The last time I met her in person was about three years ago, a little before she joined medical college. I remember that day, we both talked and talked, realising just how different our personalities were.
I haven't spoken to E in a long time, but I do have with me all the letters she wrote, and with that, childhood memories that refuse to go away.
Countless number of times I have had to part with the E's in my life. And my reactions so far have involved mush, sudden depression, misplaced anger, eternal sadness, uncomfortable numbness, complete indifference, search for F, burning old letters and dancing around it, denial, ecstacy, alcohol, voodoo & contract killing. I can't say which one has worked best for me.
@Dens: Har Har Har. You crack me up
Mr. Mayor! (NOT!) :D
@Jax: WOW. *speechless* You've seen it all, haven't you!
And voodoo? really? ;)
This post was straight from the heart. Honest right to the very bone. And that in my opinion is the highest praise I can offer a writer. For writing without any pretenses or airs is the toughest thing to do. Especially when you know there's an audience waiting in the wings with opinions poised to strike.
Well done mon ami! Beautiful post. I'm sure any E wouldve loved to read such a glowing tribute. *grins*
>:D< I know babes!
@Sahil: Why, thank you, kind sir! I'm flattered! Merci, merci!
@Shrutz: *sniff* >:D< thanks hon!
That is so true...in fact for few of my friendships we didnt have to move town, just changed classes and the equation changed.
But it doesn make one feel fuzzy everytime you remember those 'good ol days' :)
Nice post :)
Ok Shmall typo. My prev comment should read 'Does' and not 'doesn' :D
eshus :)
too true :(
@Kumari: Yes, ze good ol days! :D
@Rapunzel: :)
you have been tagged darling :D
yuss!!! i egree with you....( ok .. WHAT am i egreeing about?)
anyhoo - sorry am still in a WOOOHOOO state of mind...but yes i have found changes in friends that i dont relate to anymore and soooo i say.. well thank you for the short lived but memorable experience... movign along now.... ( ok lol sorry still in a WOOHOOO mood!) HEHHE
You actually reminded me of my childhood friend..
The last time I met him, I tried to search for my non-existent 13 year old friend in him.. sad isn't it..
Sometimes, I feel as if these memories should be left alone, untarnished.. so that one can recollect them fondly
As for me, now I regret why I even tried to contact him.. who says people do not change..
:)))))))
@Grrl: Wooohoooo!!!!
@the O from U: Yes, they do change...sometimes for the better, I guess...:)
@Shrutz and Jax: You evil taggers...!!
wow!!gr8 blog..u hav inspired me me 2 write abt ma bstfrnd..thanxx..