After da Seventh Day ...

0023 in da morning

and its been raining since early afternoon.

My double-glazed windows are painted wif delicate pearls of water which ever constantly merge to from tiny, merry streams racing each other down 2 da panes.

I welcome da rain. I thank Lord 4 dis little miracle of His.




It was on 7 days b4, where all began. @ dat time, none of us had imagined how splendid da gath will b. Including me!! I thot it wud b just another ongoing social event wif -IHAB- &
-WANZUL-
I reached Stoddart House from a long tiring weekends @ Malaysia Hall. Greeted by Ihab n Wanzul, n by a new chap whom I never seen b4 -MIRUL- traversing all da way from Ukraine 4 his Europe Trip. He welcomed wif a smile & I reciprocated. da demarcation of geography never be a reason 4 us 2 break da silence.

Da expatriates of us thronged da table. Sharing - listening - learning - updating. For I felt its just a small world 4 us da humans 2 live on. God has destined dat we dun meet in our home country but in da land miles away - The Great Elizabethan Soil.

We still remember da funniest thing ever - how deceived n gullible WanZul was 4 a fren he didn't recognise. It was a complete furore, telling ya, as da burst explodes 2 every inch of da flat. da innocent mortal just happened to know -R GEN- who joined da Stoddart clan on da next day.

N dats wat we did. Filling da space wif laughters n jokes. Full of fun n blissful. We transformed da cramped flat of Stoddart House into a Chateaubrind of our own. I testify, none of a second went by where we felt left behind. We belonged 2 each other erasing da sense of alienation n da 'i'm-hollier-than-thou' enigma. Wondrously, it seems, da bond of frenship has been tied n sealed 4 ages 4 da fact we just met.

Until dis very moment, I boggle learning da miracle of dis.

Today, as I'm writing dis, I cud vignette all of our memories even unambigous - even we r separating 4 different paths in life, fighting 4 a survival, striving 4 a brighter future.

Sound n Clear.

Not even a bit is faded n blurred. To thou, I shall promise, da memory wud never decay, till da day I last see dis brandished earth.

To Ihab, WanZul, R-Gen n Mirul,

A Shakespere I am not, 4 I cant create da sweetest-most remarkable poem on earth ever made, 2 express my profoundest expressions of gratitude, how much all of u mean 2 me. (plus, I've been warned not 2 come out wif any melancholic eye-watering sayings 4 they will find it as a catastrophic emotional disturbance)

Perhaps thank you isnt sufficient enough 2 return all da kindness shown n given, but still allow me to

1) Thank you 4 da lovely Stoddart House

2) Thank you 4 da couch

3) Thank you 4 da bed

4) Thank you 4 da maggi me

5) Thank you 4 da London ride

6) Thank you 4 da few sips of Starbucks Coffee

7) Thank you 4 da toast

8) Thank you 4 da Boots' brownie

9) Thank you 4 da choc mousse

10) Thank you 4 da £1 bus fare

11) Thank you 4 da ears 2 listen

12) Thank you 4 da ideas given

13) Thank you 4 da few inhales of ciggies

14) Thank you 4 da mellowing chords of nite carols despite been warned countlessly by da conducter. LOL

15) Thank you 4 da blast fashion show

16) Thank you 4 da Rossa Dance featuring .............ops,cant say much. Ive been warned.Enough sed.

17) Thank you 4 da English Salad Pasta wif Roast Chicken n Chips.

18) Thank you 4 da Confession Nite of ours

19) Thank you 4 da Chinatown visit (ayam itik b*** bagai nih!!)

20) Thank you 4 da nite walk along River Thames

21) Thank you 4 da laugh

22) Thank you 4 da subtly smiles

23) Thank you 4 da remembrance

24) Thank you 4 da sharing n talking ...... gossiping?!?!

25) Thank you 4 accepting me 4 who I am

n da most important

26) Thank you 4 being dere when I need most.

Hugs n Kisses,

Your -WanZue-