best kawan
that was the label of the folder that contained all myphotos in the thumbdrive gerry passed to me. this
psychological conditioning is starting to get a little
creepy because most of the people who become my best
friends or what i'd consider best friends leave, for
other countries or different paths in life. you can't
always keep those best friends because when its time
to leave for whats best for them, you have to let them
go. so i guess i'll put up some pictures of my brother
who is a qualified red beret, i have another but he's
a little different from the two of us. maybe its the
age gap before he came along. life was still tough for
the both of us, and thankfully we never turned out as
spoilt as number 3. then again the last one is always
the baby of the family i guess, the only one parents
hold on to when they watch the rest of their children
spread their wings and fly away.

i dont have sisters, so the girl in red is my brother's
girlfriend. and these are her pictures which i will
upload soon, for your viewing pleasure.

i guess there was a reason why i happened to be in a
brotherhood shirt on that passing out parade on friday,
but i memories will fade after a while. it is a really
nice shirt though.

i always like to think that theres something out there
on another shore waiting for me, or maybe i just like
nature

and that's perspective. a faraway look and some distance
to tell you how small and "insignificant" you are. but
the great thing is the sea is clean, blue and beautiful.
the breeze is strong and fresh. the sun smiles gently.
the invigorating feeling of rest is priceless.

trying to figure out the underwater relief by watching
the waves break as they hit the shore. gives me an idea
where i would like to cast a rod for fish. at the kelong
where i had a real good meal, free, i am happy.

one more at the kelong. damn i'm tan. ok thats not the
point, but i can pass off as a local. i love the breeze
and the laid back feel. living simply, simply living off
the sea. i think i'm a kampong boy at heart.

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