I have a friend of almost 30 years that I have been seeing once a year, for the last few years. This friend and I go way back when we were the top students in our primary school comprising mainly students from English-speaking families. A small group of us stuck out like sore thumb because we were equally good in both English and our Mother Tongue Language (in this case, Mandarin Chinese). The rest of them, back then, couldn’t speak a complete sentence in Mandarin even if their lives depended on it. In fact, some of them almost never made it to the local universities because they could barely pass their Mother Tongue exams. The last I checked, their linguistics skills in this area didn’t improve over the years. Perhaps the level of proficiency might even have ‘deproved’ due to lack of use.
In the late 80s/early 90s, a certain unique genre of music called Xinyao (the extended form being ‘Singapore Songs’ in Chinese) was emerging in Singapore. The movement began in the early 80s when some junior college students started forming small groups to compose and sing their own compositions, in Mandarin. By and by, this genre of music grew popular (because the songs were usually about everyday lives of average Singaporean students) as the listeners could identify with the issues sung in the songs. At the peak of the movement, YF and I caught the bug in spite of our tender age. We attended one concert in the last year of our primary school, and another concert again in the first year of our secondary school. The following couple of years Xinyao became more commercialised, resulting in the annual concerts cum award ceremonies being televised. We stopped attending the concerts because the tickets were no longer available for sale. Being in different top secondary schools (and were naturally bogged down by our studies), YF and I lost contact.
Somehow, we never really felt the need to contact each other again but I always hear of her from friends who attended the same junior college as her. Truth is, the ‘elite circle’ those days was very small; you can always find someone who knows someone else in your life. Then we both moved houses and lost contact once again (back then, emails were not prevalent, there were no cell phones and definitely Facebook has not been invented). It was much harder to keep in contact, and we were just too busy with our own lives.
For the next few years while in university, I tried searching for her. Everyone I knew from her junior college heard of her, but didn’t know how to contact her. Somehow years passed by and once again, I got caught up with life’s little busy-ness.
Until one day shortly after I got married, I saw an article of her and her newly-wedded husband on a bridal magazine. That was about the time when Friendster came into existence. I searched for her name on Friendster and voila! I found her, together with many other primary school friends I lost contact with. We caught up on the lost years. By then, the once dead Xinyao movement was also revived in the form of annual concerts. We started attending the concerts together again.
Yesterday, we attended a concert celebrating 30 years of Xinyao. And boy, did we feel young amongst the crowd. Told mum and little sis I was attending the concert, and they immediately assumed that I would be going with YF. It is that predictable.
Together with the other concert attendees, we had hell of a time during the 4-hour long (without intermission) concert. I’m eternally grateful to have found a friend like YF who shares a common interest because honestly, I don’t think I can find a second person in my life who shares the same passion. Well, perhaps the hubby… but he is not that into Xinyao.
It may seem strange that we meet up once a year, considering that we are now hooked up. I guess the years apart somehow have an impact – we now move around in different circles and lead very different lives. I’m contented to keep in touch with her via attending the annual concert and the occasional conversation on Facebook. Same goes for her.
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