I remember

how i first met you : this person wearing slippers and jeans to play soccer.

We started having suppers and drinking sessions at holland v...the many many bottles of beer.

the time we went drinking at ntu and all your stupid jokes..about the girls having no integrity

after which we met kailing and tried to ask her to zouk to no avail..and you shared your dark secret on the cab to us.

how you lay ur hands on her....

how we drank at alim's place and you boosting about ur prowess....we know you are up..

how eveytime you will scold me for being late for soccer, when u see me online before.

how i will square the ball to you, only for u to blast it above the fence..(ok..there was once you scored)

you commenting about my lousy soccer skills over msn and saying how you and chen can click. (nesta and cannavaro)

you getting me addicted to solitaire

the advice you gave me regarding bgr and life

how we talked about uni life and our future, agreeing that we are both stupid and that hardwork can get us thru

you studying overnight in smu, but end up playing pinball..you upgraded from solitaire.

you watching jerry maguire at Claire's place and falling asleep...and you refused to leave becos you wanna finish the show

how you kept saying "you...complete me..."

how we sang song after songs on our way back......"stand by me"..."qi li xiang"

we met at yik's place planning to drink..and you holding your glass of whiskey in disbelief when you found out that there was no mixer...you didn't finish it....

we went dim sum after, and we kept eating the rice dumpling.

our late night supper with desmond at thomson..

how you asked me to wait for you to finish showering before i can go offline..."i'm serious...you wait"

me lying on your bed playing with your stressball, refusing to go off..

you taking your stressball back and showing me your bird in a cage

finding out that we used the same table when i was young, and that i liked your ikea table

you driving to yik's place infront of me..waiting nicely ahead when you lose me...

how you patted on my back and telling me it's ok..when i puked like mad after getting drunk on the way to zouk and the rest were all gone

your bad jukebox...your bad day....your poster girl.

you, to and i taking turns to dj in nus discussion room....blasting our laptop music

you and i walking ahead of the rest to chinwei's house to drink..and you agreeing with me that we were not fast...but the rest were slow

your "who needs stuffing"

and me grabbing you asking for it...

you, cgr

you, a friend that was never too busy to chat with a friend

you.

What I Remember

How Pam and Faye used to call you Monkur

The night we played mahjong and you ‘zhar hu’-ed at J Kok’s place

The time we played ‘I Never’ outside my room and you made everyone drink when you said you had never spent more than 20 bucks on a haircut

How cheated I felt when you told us months later that it was a complete LIE

The time you, Sijie and I stayed on at the prata shop after everyone left

How we spent hours telling Sijie about Uni life and how to do well, talking about the future and getting him psyched up

How ironic it was

Being curious to know whether you would be rich and successful in spite of your slacker image, given how smart you obviously were

You singing ‘sian diao, sian diao’ to the tune of Tuo Diao

Being your partner in defense

You calling yourself Cannavaro and me Nesta

Me calling you Jar-Jar Binks

Saying ‘Nice Shot’ and giving you a hi-5 after your shot sailed over the fence and everyone else was less sympathetic

Me trying to look impressed when you demonstrated your little tricks

The time after soccer at NUS when you sang Bad Day by Daniel Powter at the top of your voice with no hesitation whatsoever, immediately after I said how irritating that song was

Me thinking that your singing was actually not bad

Laughing to myself when I remembered something lame that you said, then being glad that you had become part of our clique

Being impressed when you told me how you would sometimes cycle all over Singapore alone

Your ACJC Squash T-Shirt

Fighting through the crowd at Liquid to get a cigarette from Neth for us to share

The look you gave me when 2 hot chicks came to dance right beside us

You telling me in the toilet what a loyal bastard I was

You singing ‘Wan Wen duo mei’ to some made-up tune at supper

Anyone Want Stuffing?

Wishing I had more time to get to know you better

Being grateful to know you are surrounded by friends