packin up the bits and pieces…
bikermice complain my no update…awww….i have a fan!! heh heh…
too much has happen pass weeks since the goodbye of our dearest friend. as we are trying to get over the death of our friend, i find myself thinking and ven dreaming about him more. yikes! is he trying to tell me something like old people always says…he’s trying to bring message to someone thru my dreams. sometime i even wish quietly as i was queueing up for my morning bak chor mee at bendemeer market, that he will be himself, coming from behind me, tapping my shoulder and say hello Jasmine. he’s slightly slurred and short tongue voice still ring in my ears. today, bikermice played our wedding video which i dreaded to watch fearing of hearing his voice. as expected, when we saw him on screen, we try to be as causal but i could tell from the quivering in bikermice’s voice when my dad ask how old is he…he still misses his old buddy. yes a real buddy in times of war if it ever happen. oh no! who’s gonna partner bikermice now? me? ahh! i can’t run with a bazooka or dig trench i can only breastfeed and change diaper currently but i can share some laugh…can?
friends are all trying to come back together, to meet up and and catch up on the lost time and to also remember the dear friend who are no longer there. see! OHP, you’ve brought friends together, rest in peace now. you are a dear and precious friend to a lot of your bunk mate…they loved you. even though the casket is weeee little bit heavy but you ain’t heavy, YOU’RE THEIR BROTHER.
FOR HONOUR AND GLORY!
