Remembering.

Someone wrote an article in Female about the "then" and "now" of her classmates, whom she managed to track down a decade later. SF, who remembers the writer from JC days and also recently met on a gameshow, thought that the article lacked emotive connection. Why bother writing if it were only to "report"? Perhaps, the writer wanted to be diplomatic? Indeed, she did come across as eager to put everyone in a good light, eventually, including the annoying "class clown". Or perhaps, she didn't know any of them that well afterall.

Emotion. This is precisely what, IMHO, differentiates a good blog that engages, from one that is just hard core word-porn (term coined after talking to SF about porn) to fill online space: all action, no feeling. Heh.

I believe in "losing" myself in writing, and giving myself over to the magic of words as they draw out my unspoken thoughts and breathe life into them; to let my words reach out to touch and be touched.

Noticed too, that the writer had only mentioned the outstanding ones. Does anyone ever wonder what happened to the quiet or "average" ones?

Am terrible about keeping up with people. But sometimes, I do wonder about my best friends from secondary school and JC. Have never been one to keep in contact, or maybe we had just drifted apart, as we grew and chose our own paths. Was a pretty angst-filled teen and that might have frustrated my best friends after a while. Heh. At least I can still remember their names! There was Yong Fang, Kai Qin, Michelle and Lilian. They were always the ones who first sought me out; sociable (obviously); characters whom everyone would unanimously describe as "very nice" (Although KQ had a rebellious streak, and YF didn't like her guts, and I was accused of "two-timing" my best friends. Yeah, it can happen! Serious!); had good taste, with a knack for style and picking up stuff that one would normally pass over for more overt fashion); attractive, with their fair share of male attention (which drove me somewhat crazy during my ugly duckling years -- OK, I'm just not so ugly now); and shorter.

Now, allow me to clarify: It's not like my best friends have to be attractive. When I did my own "pick-up", would more often than not, deliberately pick the plain-looking ones to hang around, coz I thought they would be "easy". Laugh!

It's been years...but I do remember that they were really special people in their own way. Well then, time to revisit those year-end autograph books that we used to pass around in school?