It was the end of the school holidays and my friend Alias Mahmud and his family were going back to Miri from Kota Kinabalu.
Good friends from Tanjong Lobang School days we got talking.
Do you remember the football playing in the rain? What about foot ball in the hot sun? I came in 1959 and he had been in the school register since 1956. So he is my senior in so many good ways.
Those were the days when we had no TV and not even a small radio to entertain us.
Now we are white haired and going into our 60's.
But some things never change : our warm friendship and our sincere wishes for each other.
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