A good friend whom I've known for a long time departed Singapore last night, uprooting his family with him to one of my favourite cities in the world where he came from.
Farewells are such horrid affairs, especially when the time draws near towards dusk and rain pelters down for hours on end. I was stuck in traffic and realised the time to departure was an hour away.
Despite the many many farewell get-togethers we had over the past 2 weeks, the many many pep talks we had, the many beers and arguments we fought over, the tinge of melancholic sadness crept in at the hour. Indeed, nothing in life prepares you except for reality when it hits.
I made a hurried call on my handsfree, and I was happy to hear a sober controlled voice at the end of the line. I reminded him not to smoke or drink in excess, to get a new phone line ( no, incoming calls are NOT free on your Spore line, stupid! ) and remember the words of wisdom rained upon him. I parted with I will miss him and will see him soon.
The drive in the rain seemed very long that day. Deep in me, I truly truly hope he and his family will be happy over in Melbourne. I truly truly hope he will work really hard to make this happen. And I know all of us here will remember to celebrate his 50th Bday in 2 years time.
Au revoir, mon ami.
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