This ran through my mind as I sat in front of the laptop. I was pondering about what I had read in another friend's blog. As I sat there thinking, one thought led to another and suddenly, I went back to the day in 2006 at the airport where my family and friends were seeing me off. Before that day, my mum asked if any of my friends were coming to send me off. I replied that I wasn't sure who would come except that I was expecting M and Ju. My mum then remarked that M was such a faithful friend who never forgot about me and had also been at the airport with me the previous year. Then on the day at the airport, M was there and so were Ki-ong and Sjai. Strange, I had not considered them to be my bosom buddies, my best friends nor my good friends. They were just my tennis mates; guys I could joke with and tease; guys whom I could feel comfortable with and yet, they were not the ones I would go to when I needed to talk things out or when I had my problems. Still they were there both times I had to take the flight by myself to Brisbane and I am very touched by the fact that they seem to care and bother enough to make the trip down. On the other hand, the ones I view to be my close friends never showed their faces at the airport. I am not upset or angry that they didn't turn up. I understand that they are busy people who have much on their schedules. Besides, sending someone off at the airport is not such a big deal when you will be seeing them in a few months' time, if not a year or so. Does this mean that they didn't care enough to come or give me a call to say goodbye? As I write this, I feel that I'm sounding like sulky child who didn't get her way but is trying not to sound too sulky.

Thank you so much, M, Ki-ong and Sjai...I can't wait till I see you guys again. And when I do, I hope I will take the steps to appreciate and acknowledge them as good friends as compared to what I used to.