Of the Script Without Completion
Damon Hadley,a successful computer engineer at a major company was about to recieve his first promotion at the age of 26.He's about to marry his girlfriend,Nicole Fisher in nine months and everything seems to be going well for him.However,Damon was involved in a horrible car accident on the expressway after work one night.His car crashed off the road and into a tree,sending him flying out of the windshield.Damon survived,but the impact to his head caused him to fall into a coma.

Damon wakes up not in the hospital,but in a terminal.It resembled an airport terminal,with doors everywhere around him.Hannah is the tour guide of the Terminal.She explains that due to the impact to the head,the data within Damon's brain are mixed up and confused,sort of like the scenario of a dream where the facts are twisted.Hannah explains to Damon that he is trapped in a dream,and the only way to wake up from this dream is to find the exits of every dream to his final destination:The tunnel.Along the way,Damon has to find people in his life that he holds dear,and bring them along to his destination.Or else,they wouldnt exist anymore when he wakes up from his coma.Therefore,Damon goes through a struggle within his mind through dreams and nightmares in order to find his way through the tunnel and back into reality,with the help of Hannah.

Yeah,that's basically the summary of the script i have in mind.For some reason i came up with that plot on my way home from school the other day.Isnt it amazing how ideas can just strike like that?I mean,how often do ideas like that hit you when you are on the way home from school passing the construction site and under giant rain clouds?Its so unpredictable,and so interesting all at once.Beethoven was taking a stroll outside his house when he saw the moon above him.An idea struck him and he dashed all the way home just to write the notes to the song down.Of course,the song that he wrote then was the famous Moonlight Sonata.Like him,i ran all the way home and turned on my computer just to record my ideas down.It was a little rough,but the main idea was there anyway.

I was talking to Sock Khim yesterday night on MSN.Well,she read my blog regarding the NS.Well,as a girl of course she wouldnt understand how much it sucks to be enlisted.She tried to comfort me of course,but after i explained my reasons she understood why.Like i said,so many things i want to do yet so little time.The script above was planned to be written after my As and before my enlistment.Of course,i wasnt expecting such an early enlistment date back then.Now,this script will be delayed till god knows when.

"Your son will experience a totally different lifestyle in the NS..."

That is written in this "Parental Guidebook" CMPB sent to my place.A different lifestyle.Which means that the new "Me" that comes out from the camp,is going to be very different from the "Me" now.I like the "Me" now,and i dont want to change it.Of course,like Sock Khim said,hobbies like writing and music runs deep.What im afraid is how shallow these hobbies might get after two years of detachment.Two years is a bloody long time,and more than enough time to change someone.And as for me,its so easy to change myself.Im too adaptable sometimes.So much so that you can immerse me into an alien environment and expect me to come out different in a matter of weeks.Kinda like how you pour water colour into a cup of water.That's perhaps the closest analogy as to how quick i can adapt and blend.Im afraid,that i might come out of camp a totally different person.Scripts,books,music and movies no longer interests me.Its a scary thing,to know that what i love now may potentially disappear in a couple of years' time.

This script of mine,has a brilliant idea.It not going to be completed,and its never going to see its end.Of course,thats only an assumption.A prediction of what may happen.Of course,if the wind turns to my direction and the tide changes for the better,i might still continue this script,write more songs and watch more movies.There's always this possibility that this script will never be completed.Never be done.Never finished.Endless.No more than an idea.Perhaps somebody like Krishna might help me develop that idea into a real script,but for now it might just stay as a summary.

Oh by the way,today is somebody's birthday.I dont think you give a shit if i remember it or not.Of course i do.Its a special day.But of course,a message from me to you isnt going to worth anything.Im sure your own "Special Someone" had it all planned out for you.Im like the extra in a huge battle scene.Yes,im that guy who appears in the background,holding a spear and getting shot by an incoming arrow.Im that guy holding up a plastic tree on stage while Romeo and Juliet kissed.Im always there,but never noticed.Im always around,but never catches the attention.Whatever it is,birthdays should be celebrated.And what better way to celebrate than to sing you a song?

Happy Birthday to you.
Happy Birthday to you.
Happy Birthday to you.
Happy Birthday to you.

Yeah,you are not going to give a shit.But i sang it anyway,so i dont care if it reaches you or not.There,ive done my job.Back to your hugging and kissing.And please,do remind him to get a room when you are at it.

Song of the Moment---Leader of the Band by Dan Fogelberg