A call came in at around 0530. the only thing that came to my mind was 'work'. i was already awake, so i wasn't really that pissed. the screen showed the name of my ex instructor.  did she need some help about oil tank fire? or did she dial the wrong number?

i decided to pick up the call anyway.

she asked if He used to be from my section. whose section was he in? she had bad news.

the first thing that came to my mind was that He was hospitalised.

I refused to think of the worst.

and yet it was the worst.

The conversations we had played across my mind. looping.

about when he got his first bike. where he got it. what color it was.

how excited he seems to be.

then after, he told be the mods he did to make it safer. and what bigger bikes i would like to have in future. his was a gsr 750. mine was too. the headlight's just too cool.

the ride back was just ironic.

the sun's high up glaring, the sky's just pretty. but the news just stick onto my mind. what exactly happened? will it happen to me? all sorts of thoughts came through. he is a fine young fella. he rides safe. how could that happen? this is totally ridiculous.



the scene of the of the seniors carrying the casket was a terrible one. the impact of the chinese idiom hit me hard. the holy wrapped him up. his body seemed to move. he seem to just asleep. he could just open his eyes and walk down.

but the fact just slammed down when they close the casket