Old Friends, New Friends (Musing)
My wife and I have a lot of friends, and between the both of us, our friend-lists combined could populate a small island. The only thing that has remained constant is time, and we found that as it goes by, it was harder to stay connected with friends that we got to know years ago. Our time now is spent with new friends, and old friends have taken their place in the archives of our phone-books, tucked away in the corner of the store room (read: HDB Bomb Shelter). So Facebook is really a good thing albeit all the privacy and security issues.
So instead of calling up these old friends and throwing a huge bash (think: wedding reception), the softer alternative would be to secretly invite some friends to come over for dinner. We do that because I love cooking (and she loves washing up!), and nothing beats dining in a home environment with wholesome home-cooked foods and heavy duty after-dinner desserts and drinks. There is no need to leave early because the restaurant is closing, or order more food because there would be more than enough to stuff our faces and drinks are free-flowing like the Singapore River.
The world has gotten bigger by the day, or should I say, our world. We have added more and more new friends into our listing as we stuff more and more old friends into the bomb shelter. Staying connected with everyone is a challenge, and if you’re our friend and you’re reading this, don’t be dishearten, we will get round to inviting you one day, once we clear our store room.
For those that we invited, come just as you are, no need to bring anything (although it would be nice if you did!). Come with an open heart for great conversations, an empty stomach for a happy meal (not that happy meal) and enough space in your brains for one more memory. See you.