I also remember cycling all over Ipoh Garden with some girlfriends. Once we were at another girlfriend’s house and peeped at the boys who passed by. The boys threw stink bomb onto the porch and we retaliated by spraying water on them. After that we quickly ran back to the house and collapsed on the floor, laughing so hard at the silly antics.
At one point of my life, I was really sad because my boyfriend (now hubby) had to migrate to Toronto with his family. I was crying every day and had to resort to taking sleeping pills so that I could sleep at night. All my good friends came to comfort and advice me. They let me cried on their shoulders and listened to my sob stories over and over again. Those who could not visit me would call up to comfort me.
The good old days. We still keep in touch with each other eventhough some of us are in different cities and countries. Our friendships go way back to primary school. Eventhough we do not call each every day, every week or even every month, there is no barrier between us. We would still chat like the old days.
There is a friend who would call me once a week or once every two weeks to see how I am doing as she knows that I may be stressed from taking care of my munchkin 24/7. I do feel bad as I don’t call her as much as she calls me. She is the person I would go to for advice when I run out of ideas on what to do when munchkin is sick, what to feed her, etc. Since both of us are shopaholics, she would also inform me of any good bargains and vice versa.
A friend who lives in another city would also call me once in a while to see how I am doing. Always so thoughtful and full of concern.
I am glad to have friends like them. Friends that you can count on, come rain or shine. My life is so much richer because of them.