an omen: now and what has yet to come

A brief candle; both ends burning

An endless mile; a bus wheel turning

A friend to share the lonesome times

A handshake and a sip of wine

So say it loud and let it ring

We are all a part of everything

The future, present and the past

Fly on proud bird

You're free at last.

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this entry shall be dedicated to Cherish Yew, a classmate, a friend and someone loved...

she'll leave for the USA soon...

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yesterday was her last day in school, and somehow, despite knowing the date of her departure from singapore some time ago, it was unreal... until that ring of the bell at 12.45pm and the knowledge that she'll never be coming to this class again. that last hug, just appeared at my doorstep...

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...: it seems like yesterday when she first came into class, late as usual but by a few days this time, the image of her sitting beside Gen with her arms folded and that curious face of her's sizing up her new surroundings. that first handshake, and introductions...

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she gamely went through P.E. yesterday as i asked her to... never once complaining, despite the grilling we went through... she finished the day her usual style, relaxed.

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...: the first outing at dome, and the next few gatherings... her characteristic calls at the last minute to inform us that she's not coming, as "somthing came up". haha! despite this and other things like being late and her regular disappearences, we all still love her like crazy.

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its the first time i dreaded the school bell to the weekend.

hope you enjoy it there? and our hearts will be there when you need it the most... when scared, take comfort that we're still here...

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When a friend calls to me from the road

And slows his horse to a meaning walk,

I don't stand still and look around

On all the hills I haven't hoed,

And shout from where I am,

What is it?

No, not as there is a time to talk.

I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,

Blade-end up and five feet tall,

And plod: I go up to the stone wall

For a friendly visit.

person: timothy

location: home