Whenever I'm down with a fever or cold,
without fail...
you're always there within my reach.

Riding on your bike,
you'll bring me congee
and vrooom to my place.


Your first honda bike and painting


Second painting

Stunt: Lazy boy


Your fierce looking RVF

My birthday number 61.




Sitting quietly and patiently at my bed side,
just to see my pale looking face.


Tonight was somewhat different...
you're not there.

How could this be?
That you're not here with me.

Another day has gone,
and I'm still alone.

You're miles away from home,
and I'm missing you so.




P/s: Bunny's down with fever: 38.7 degree. Can you hear me hunny?

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