二零零九

今天与相隔两年不见的凯祥见面吃早餐。

在2009年，我和两位高中同学报读双威大学，也遇到了另一个古晋来的，就是凯祥。回想当年，我们四人除了睡觉上课，大部分的时间都在一起。

我们...

...每天早上8点到我那里烘面包吃

...每晚都传"6:30 sidegate"的短讯

...每周末到Pyramid吃晚餐后在买日常用品

...若有球赛，去Medan看球。若支持的队赢了，就会去打电脑，凌晨三点钟才回家

...大意遗留钥匙在房间内锁，而室友没回家时，暂时在朋友那里过夜

...还有说不完，美好的点点滴滴。

相信我一些朋友都经常听我提起2009。虽然简单，但那一年里的每一个细节都是难忘的，每次想起都回自然的笑了起来。爸爸也说，那年是我长得最胖的一年，可见那时的我有多么的开心！还有，手提电脑被偷了那两个月，最长做的就是到天台去仰望天空。啊，我是真么开心的熬过没有电脑的日子，我是真么做到的？

四年过去了，凯祥刚刚毕业，这个拜五就要飞往爱尔兰完成一年的药剂训练，待多久就得看签证的期限了。在这里祝福他一切顺利。

我们各自成长许多，但也在过程中失去了那些愚蠢的幸福。

问题在于2010 至今，我经过的并不少，但让我回味的事又有几件呢？

So more is less, and less is more?

All I know is, I lacked plenty of precious “bro” time over the years. Maybe that’s what I needed yea?

承认 - 曲婉婷

我总是一副不在意的样子
在她面前笑嘻嘻 话语如儿戏 
她对我充满疑意
然而当我的手挥舞在她的肩臂
突然我的眉间多了一丝严厉
而在我眼里找到的却是怜惜
我转过身去 拳已攥紧

我承认我需要更多的是勇气
我害怕失去 更害怕一个人的孤寂
选择友谊是对爱情的逃避
她试着抛开怀疑 因为她已经无力再抗拒

她总是猜不透我的用意
曾经试图一而再 再而三读懂我
如果说她不在意 那也是一出戏 这不是秘密
在我面前她无须掩盖什么东西
因为我懂她的点点滴滴

看不清 弄不明
她不想再猜测什么。

An unusual start of a Thursday morning.

Days back home are routine. Woke up at 7am, got to my desk and had my laptop turned on. After one hour of surfing and scrolling, I usually get my breakfast served at 8am, not by my mum, but my dad who insisted on serving me his own definition of nutritious breakfast in a bowl. But I didn't get that today, 'cause I've decided to get into the kitchen and please my stomach a little earlier.

"Wun Chiang, do you know which drug should I take for my condition? I've seen the doc and took some medicine, but it made me sweat so much that I've decided to stop taking it." Don't think I had the best sleep last night, but for some reason I started explaining to her with my limited knowledge, never been so patient with her my whole life.  Neither have I taken her question that seriously.

"Exactly. Thanks for understanding. Tell you grandpa what you've just told me, 'cause he never understands but blames." The last line struck me. I think everyone in the family don't make an effort to understand. Maybe we did, but we lost our patience and started to blame and induce guilt. We are definitely her only source of emotional support, but we fail to fulfil this responsibility. After all, we are only human...

It's extremely hard for me to change my attitude towards her, but at least she knows someone actually listened to her. I'm glad to have that little chat with her. Or was it just an act to counter my guilt?

"You will make it through..."

A new day.

Used to be called by my mandarin name Wun Chiang “文江” up till I was twelve. Most people now address me as James. Can't think of an easier name to remember than this. The title says it all - verbal communication has never been my strength, so I figured it's better to have my story typed. No further introduction, 'cause you should know me as you read on. Hello there.