Its a simple late morning. Its probably something that i took it one stroke too easy. Going to boey's house for a pasta lunch. This hasn't happen the most number of times but it feels like we have been doing it for ages. Each visit is just so down to earth.

The walk up Jalan Tekad is a slope i never want to do too often but it's always rewarding being able to step into the house at the end of it.

The usual suspects that i greet at his house, the same tranquility and the same feeling it brings me into.

The pasta is the same. The best sauce the best people to go with . the best chats as well. Just a simple 2 hour affair always ending with a great good bye and a great sense of relief as we would have unloaded our great deal of affairs that we haven been able to catch up with .

A simple plate of pasta. A friendship that we never thought has come quite so far.