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There’s nothing like childhood friends.

When OTK and CSL were shitting bricks on the night of 10.10, the Old Edwardians got together for our Annual Dinner. Tigers ROAR!

Truly a great time to catch up again with ‘old friends’ again, some from as far back as 1967 when we were in primary Methodist Boys School in Taiping.

Yes, there’s nothing like childhood friends, friendships that stand the test of time, so much unlike the friends (I am inclined to call them acquaintances) that you make in your working life. I am drumming this to Kah Chern and encouraging him to keep the contacts of his classmates as they will be going separate ways next year to enter secondary school.  

He enjoys my childhood tales especially the one when I got whacked ‘kaw-kaw’ from grandma. He would laugh ka ka ka ka and ask, “Really meh?”

During those days, we frequent the Burmese pool alot. One day, Chong Huat (seated center), me and a few friends cycled there to catch butterflies. Time to go home and horror of all horrors, my bicycle was ripped apart by some thieves. Parts were taken off and stolen - seat, pedals, handle and whatever that could be removed were missing. Fortunately, the wheels and and frame were left behind. Needless to say, I got the canning of my life that evening.

Chong Huat and me still talk and laugh about that day and everytime we meet, I say to him, “It was all your fault!” 

Those were the days.