departure

With Jake, cake, shake & bake's departure, it marks the end of the gatherin season, as susan so aptly put it.
2 mths of intense sporadic gatherings, with badminton exercises, movie marathons, suppers, and shopping.
i don't think there will ever be another period as timely and quite like this.

with Jake gone, i was touted to be the onli one who will take care of the ladies if they're drunk. (thou i believe they can take care of themselves well enough) i'll be one of the remaining guys in a ladies environment.

friend, i will miss you. enjoy ya final year. instead of askin u to find an ang moh gf (cos LDR sucks), i'll ask u to cook safe and drink safe. play hard, yet work harder. say hi to the geese for me, and savour clean wide green pastures sans ah-nehs while u can. come back and "fill up the void".





i never really liked the airport. i never really liked sending people off either, because parting is, as Shakespeare so aptly put it, "such sweet sorrow." somehow within the infinite rows of check-in counters, clear glass panels, and an ironic attempt at making T3 look less like a concrete jungle with the green camou-netting, lies a sense of loneliness. i felt small in this infinite environment, with its endless aisles and high ceiling. everywhere i turn is a couple kissing goodbye, a family taking its final portrait, beloved friends sending a friend off, or excited couples on their next expedition. i haven set foot on a plane in a long time, and for a moment, i thought it a great privilege to fly.
i pondered if i can make this my working environment, being an air steward and travel the globe. i realise that i might never be able to live this kind of solitude; travel alone. i would be not alone, yet alone. this kind of alone that transcend beyond oceans and space, where one is not always a phone call or bus ride away. it's a paradox because i need to see the world. and perhaps i need to be distant in order to appreciate my life more objectively.