It is the eighth day. I lived well. I tried to occupy the space. Many friends asked me, "How are you?"/"Are you alright?" I was dumbfounded with these questions. How should I reply? I was upset with the thought of Donkoi is not longer doinking and oiking in Penang. However, in the other hand, the thought of his courage to pursue his dream in a foreign land inspires me to lead a fulfilling life. Honestly, last week was so crazily packed with activities. I barely have time for sleeping. Therefore, there is no spare time to wait for phone call/check my mail box every 5 seconds to see whether "I have got mail". Everything is just so natural, except I don't get to see him physically. ;)
It is another week again. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday evenings are occupied. Saturday and Sunday are booked. So, tell me where to get the time to sit on the stool, stare at the sky and think about Donkoi?!
Anyway, he gave me this package before he boarded his flight. I was impressed with his gift wrapping this round.
You must be curious what is inside, right? It is a 8R photo with wooden photo frame and a "farewell" letter written on a Intel notepad. (Intel notepad?! Yes, you read me right.) He printed two copy of the same photo. So, right now, he has the exact same photo, which is currently sitting in his temporary room in Singapore. I cried like a baby when I saw it. It was the tear of sadness. It was the tear of happiness as well because both of us thought of making the same type of farewell gift for each other. I printed the collage from the post "Flying Donkoi" for him as my farewell gift. :,)
