Sunday, January 3, 2010 . 1/03/2010 05:00:00 PM

Just read another friend's blog, mentioning something about friends you've known since forever.

Come to think of it, I do know people since before I can remember, but they're not friends. They just known as my mother's/father's friends' sons (well, apparently, everyone else had sons). 

In my life, these people disappear. Okay, "disappear"'s too strong. They became strangers would be a better phrase. Things happen and things followed. Friends happened in my late primary school days, then real friends happened in secondary schools. And if you're lucky, the primary school friends became great friends as well, when rediscovered. 

I'm just wondering, if I didn't move from my old place, would I have friends from my nursery times? But then, I wouldn't have met the wonderful friends I have now. 

Then again, sometimes I don't like being around my mother's/father's friends' sons or daughters. Since my academic life started, I'd always hear, "So-and-so does assessments on his own... so-and-so get all 90s/As" blahblahblah. Wonder where I got my inferiority complex again?

Gosh! Can't start a new year with so many bad memories!