Alan probably just took off from Changi Airport's Terminal 3 as I pen this. Indeed it is not the length of time that measures the depth of a friendship. It is the memories we share that matter.
He has been our coach, a persistent coach to one of the noobest teams around. Yes, he could have chosen other teams with his skills but he chose us. He pushed us to new heights where we wouldnt have dreamed of. In return, we gave him friendship and trust in a place where he could only find selfishness.
Words are inadequate. Tears are held back. With a stolid wave and a firm hug and pat on the back. A few strangled words. For words come choked with emotion waiting to breach the dams. He turned and took a long look of us, poignant for him, melancholy for us. A step, across the threshold, our worlds separated.
It is time to end the chapter with Alan, and pen our experiences in a new chapter. Life goes on. Albeit without that little bit of joy and laughter and silly things we all so fondly miss. All we have are but shadows.
@ Tendon Ginza Itsuki
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A Saturday night dinner with E and W at Tendon Ginza Itsuki, Tanjong Pagar.
I have always wanted to visit this tempura donburi or tendon restaurant
after n...
8 years ago