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