30 years of friendship at my fingertips, this is so difficult to type. Procastinating, last minute, and I really don't want to do it. But as a friend who was always absent, this is the only thing I can do from the other side of the world.
You were a crazy person. The serious warning you got at school for asking if Mr Wong (yes, we all knew it was Mr Leung) from computer class was married. The foot you put in Sin Yee's mouth (or was it Sunny?). Brother Sid's incident will stay with me, don't you worry.
You almost got us kicked out of the British Museum. You let me teach you how to style your hair for the first time. The latest iPod mini you brought me from the States. The clubbing in London. How tempted you were by those "special bars." Those funky shops.
God, those were fun. Until we looked up and realised we were already in our mid-lives, each carrying our own weight on opposite sides of the world, but the fun lived on with gravity.
Then I got to know your childhood insecurities, the plain white sneakers, the bus rides, the loneliness. That night at the park, our Jinro cocktail mixed from 7-11 garbage, I thought there would be more. Now only that one lasts.
You wrapped everything in your humor, and became "daddy's funny friend" of my girls.
Then it stopped. Aren't you supposed to move back in a few years?
That's not a proper goodbye.
Till we meet again.