Many Meetings

Met Weisiang here in London today. It is strange how fond memories of what has past can come flooding back at such instances.

Thought of Hwachong.
Of the mugging days with my soccer khakis in the library till late night.
Of the Huang Cheng days when we believed friendships will never die.
Of the VnR physical trainings, where blood and tears are shed together.
Of course, we were merely teens at that time, but nevertheless, teenhood memories are those that I still hold on to.

Hold Fast