3 tutors, tutoring...east, west and further still, in ntu...last cookout at 811/127 Leicester Street...thurs 14 june 2007. 830pm. solo effort by yours truly. the rest shall wash and clean.
my brothers timed their departure with mine so my luggage can carry more. combined decade of friendship. beyond school and sub-brainy intellect of 10 degrees in all. we talked about everything under the moon...our peers who left for heaven's shores, those absent and gone, breaks and snaps, nussu moments, faith, vocation and holidays. our futures unplanned. journeys without end.
freshly shuckled oysters. grilled lamb chops, steamed swimmer crabs, trout salad, grilled asparagas and tomatoes. cream sherry...whet, wetting the tongue. we were about to start when the smoke alarm rung. ka-nah sai...sia sueh man!
inventions. unexpected. boy scout cj found out that i have disposed all wine glasses. we have nothing left, save a bottle of mineral water. it stood empty. he sliced open with a knife. instant cup-glass. humble creative pathetic humility. sherry poured in a cut plastic bottle. so low class. so bladdy fun.
When I bring clouds over the earth, and the bow appears in the clouds, I will recall the covenent I have made between me and you and all living things so that the waters shall never again become a flood...genesis 9: 14
on the morning of my departure, saw another rainbow extending over the roof of the church,directly outside the hotel window. there have been alot more along the way. 
in a single day, the grace of memory fills the little hours between...from a solo bike, to final evenings waiting for train by a wet station, the countless moments spent with you...your name becomes a smile, once more to bless and remember...and always...in gratitude...
uphill climb
my first snowman...cheerful, spiked, grinning, focused, intent, intense, still, silent. cynic. solitary. finding... found. free.
