2IC

On 18th August, I visited 2IC's father's wake at Jln Membina. I am a day late because I am undecided about whether I should visit the day before, hence, I was alone. But, whether I was alone or part of a crowd does not matter because the objective was to offer 2IC some mental support and to let him know that his men is concerned about his well-being.

I reach the wake at 330pm, and the place was fairly deserted. I spotted a man in No.4 and thought was 2IC, and as I approached, I realised it was Col Ang Yau Choon. Oops, wrong time to visit. I was invited to sit at that very table and 3 of us had some talk, both t he relevant and irrelevant.

I could tell 2IC was really sad, but had masked his feeling within his tough physique. But at least, he was prepared, both physically and mentally.

I left at 415pm.

Ah Wang - Date of Arrival: 14th August 2010

This post is two days late.

Ah Wang - Daisy's nephew - came to my workplace to join Rose, Daisy and Nini-the-cat. To describe him, he is a fat lad about 2 times of his auntie and wears the same Brindle coat like Daisy.

Initially, he is expectedly shy. Now, he's opened up, though not fully. Today, he went for his first walk in my improvised harness, and I could tell he thoroughly enjoyed it, so do I.

The next programme for Ah Wang - weight loss and exercise.

Self-discovery

There are things I cannot bear to let go. At the back of my mind, I have my paternal grandparents whom I had dedicated an essay to, which later came out in a memoir published by the National Library Board. Now, I knew I had my little memories with them on record. At the front of my mind, I had my 3 dogs and 2 cats, whom I could never stop worrying. When Daisy passed some watery motion stuff today, I suddenly recalled Apple's incident, which would forever be a pain in my heart. And whenever I see Nini, I am reminded of Mini, whom I thought I owed a good life. Rose is my loyal friend, one who never leave me when I need company. She do not tell on me, she do not mind anything I am bad for, all she ask for is my hands for licking and a nice dunk in her drinking bowl on a hot day.

I recalled my days alone in the BizIT library before the commencement of karate classes, until Shuyan came into my life, we spent a couple of months together before my training, and then she disappeared suddenly; which later turned out to be a conspiracy I do not fancy narrating. So were the solo sessions in Lot One's cinema, theatre 4 row D; I sat with my glass of chilled Ribena and New Balance sweater. As were the 2km walks to CDANS club for swims, and the walk back. Last week, I was asked the question whether I could miss my Chinese colleagues when they return to their homeland, I could not give an answer. As I think deep, I realised that the only thing that I can get used to is, perhaps, loneliness.