I went to pick up my niece from kindergarten the other day. And I always enjoy doing so because I get to see her with her friends mingling about, saying their goodbyes and “see you tomorrow”.
They’re really cute. But what they say to each other is even cuter. Especially since they’re just a tender innocent age of four years old.
So we were walking out of the door, getting her shoes to put on before leaving, when she bumped into one of her friends. Read more…
Many people have friends. Few have real friendship. This is something I’ve come to realise about myself and people in general. Social media platforms such as Facebook and Instagram especially give the impression that a person has many friends. But they don’t. Nobody has 700 friends in real life. At least not ones they regard meaningfully.
On that note, I’ve never really had many friends. Friends in school, sure. But the ones I actually want to call, text or keep in touch with, very few.
Interestingly, I used to want many friends. In high school I wanted to be a social butterfly who would be friends with everybody. I tried and it backfired when I found out that not everyone had the same intentions. It was a good reality check.
Cry in front of them and see how they react.
Okay I’m partly joking. But there’s a story to that.
Recently I had a conversation with my best friend that left me a bit dumbfounded (and made me think very hard).
She was telling me about a problem she was facing and how frustrated she felt. My natural instinct was to find a solution for her. I just wanted to make her life better!
One of the things I was blessed to have learnt growing up was the true meaning of friendship. I used to think that when people leave that would be it and that friendship would just subside and become a thing of the past. How do you sustain a friendship when you’re worlds apart anyway?
But I guess that’s what they call the beauty of friendship. It’s not about how many times you meet or how many memories you share, but if you’re remembered at the end of the day. And I must say I’m blessed. I still have a couple of friends from secondary school who I no longer see ‘cos we’re worlds apart but still remember my favourite colour and when my birthday is without having to check facebook. If that doesn’t mean something then I don’t know what would.
London Bestie is down this week on her annual visit and she reserved the afternoon for me (yay!) Everytime I meet up with her we’ve both grown a little, matured a little, have so much gossip to catch up on, reminisce the past and get excited over the future. Most importantly, I am always reminded of how far we’ve come as friends; from classmates and roomates in Malaysia to friends hanging out in the UK and from now on, that one friend I will look for when I visit London again. This friendship is easy because we don’t ever have to talk, but will always pick up from where we left. And that’s awesome. Distance definitely makes the heart grow fonder in this friendship.
London Fashion Week 2012…miss this!
6 years and counting!