Dear Mr Eric Choon

Life, caught between two extremes.

Just as SHE went to her colleague's wedding, I was at Mandai Columbarium with Zhong, Ra and Koof's family for his Dad's urn to be placed in the niche.

Mr Eric Choon.

He was a man of few words. Saw him only intermittently on my first few visits to Koof's place in the first few years of our acquaintance.

And then came along the 2 Food & Hotel Asia exhibitions. QB Food. Johnsonville Sausages. I Serve US Beef and Pork. The arduous, back-breaking work that preceded and ended each stint with them.

The words of advice, softly and sagely dispensed. Never a word spoken in rage. The wit behind the conversations at lunch. The oft-too-generous gifts that was 'payment' for 3 days of feasting, play and getting to know people.



That life would just be kind
To such a gentle mind

Remember him this way.

The pain of such a loss is heartfelt. And bro, such a pain is best shared. Mutual support helps level the rocky road to recovery, and never shall this apply to our circle of trust - It's your problem, deal with it.

My foot. It's yours as much as ours.

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Being self-reflective and having a conscience are two very underrated virtues indeed.

There's one person in his life, and one person only.

There's a quicker way out of his personal hell, and you slammed the door in his face.

Sorry. You made the situation a whole lot worse.

You could have 雪中送炭。 Instead, you chose to 雪上加霜。

You know, carrots have their expiry dates too.

Sorry to mix this sad post with vehemence, but such is the intensity of feeling.