Of the Blind Archer and his Confession
I figured,since this entry will be my last entry in a long time,i dont see why i shouldnt make it a tad bit longer than usual.I know,ive recieved complains from friends like Samuel Ong that my entries have been growing in length since forever ago.Well,there are a couple of things in my life that i dont have control over.Thoughts,being one of them.They just keep coming,and like a man laying tracks before a speeding train i have to type them all down in words.Please forgive me for being so long winded,but sometimes it is the only way to come around.

For some reason the song from the "Closer" trailer keeps ringing in my head.I have not a clue what the name of the song is,or the singer(Perhaps Krishna you can enlighten me).But everytime i watch the trailer i feel this desperate urge to find it on the net.Here's the link.

Link to the Trailer

While the rest of the song doesnt seem to relate to my life right now,the first two lines do."And so it is.Just like you said it would be..." For some reason,it just hit me in face like pancakes on a surprise birthday party.Right now,here i am sitting on the sofa in my room,watching as the clock go by.A tribute to the first scene in "About Schimidt",where Warren Schimdt awaits in his office for the clock to hit five;his official time to retire.We do things in life for a purpose,whether you like it or not.You go downstairs and plug the key into the car because you want to drive to the mall to pick up some food.You go on to the net because you want to talk to friends,and perhaps make new ones.You pick up your guitar because the silence around you is too hard to bear,and your fingers need a little stretching exercise.Whatever it is,we all do things for different purposes.

The last days of my life here seem to be losing a lot of those.Purposes.Destinations or goals dont seem to exist anymore.We make friends,and we build certain bonds and relationships with them.This takes time,and it doesnt happen overnight.I was just thinking to myself yesterday night what the significance is right now to make friends.I wont meet them too often.Not often enough to have any forms of relationships or bonds building up.Twice a week,for the next two years.In my opinion,that is call a shortage.A shortage of time.Time working against you.So you start to wonder what is the purpose of making friends now.Because this relationship seems to have an expiry date marked on it.And that is,10th of December.After that,it is going to disintegrate to a relation that is as close as the relationship between you and the manhole at the side of the streets.Believe me,with that expiry date looming ahead,all purpose is gone.

I was moody yesterday night for some reason.Hot fumes escaped my nostrils and ears,and i just wanted to strangle somebody.I picked up my guitar and decided to learn something new."Neon" and "83" i tried,but to no avail.Once again,the purpose of learning a new song seems to be gone as well.I dont know how these songs' tabs are supposed to remain in my mind.It is impossible to learn a song in a day.Not these two anyway.So there i was,strumming at imaginary chords wondering what is the purpose of learning a new tune.Because i wont get a lot of chances to play it when i am away.I dont think anybody is stupid enough to drag a guitar all the way to the off shore island of Pulau Tekong,just to entertain his bunkmates with music(Though i have my fingers crossed).Once again,i dont see the purpose of doing anything,anymore.A friend of mine asked me what i was doing while i stared blankly into space.I simply replied,"I dont know what i am doing anymore..."

"And so it is.Just like you said it would be..."

And so it is.On the eve of my enlistment date i am stranded on the Island of Boredom.Without a purpose and doing things with no apparent goals.I cannot blame anybody for this.After all,i think i am the one responsible for subotaging the boat and capsizing it in the middle of the ocean.I am here,right now doing nothing.Absolutely nothing at all that is remotely constructive(Aside from this entry of course).People would think,that the last days as "Free Man" should be spent having fun.Clubbing,drinking,singing,dancing,you name it.But to me,i just dont have the mood to do any of the above.Im just,mood-less.Perhaps this is a mental disease that ive contracted.You ever seen those mental patients staring into deep space and drooling all over themselves?Well,im not drooling.Yet.But i am staring nonetheless.I guess we've all come to realise that some purpose in life are lost.Just,gone because of an impending doom ahead.A forthcoming catastrophe waiting to occur.A bloody TNT waiting to explode.

Looking back,there are so many things i took for granted.Of course,it was unintentional.Friends are buttons away from me.A phone call,or just simply logging on to the internet.I wonder how that is going to change while i am in camp.The only communication then would be pen and paper.Through the traditional method i guess.Post.Because of that,a lot of things are going to be missed when i am away.Mom's cookings.Dad's lame jokes.Hell,i am probably going to miss my sister's constant irritation as well.Then there are my friends,who have been there for me through all the thicks and the thins.It never occured to me that i am going to lose them anytime soon until now.I know i will be coming back.I know this is not a departure that is going to last for eternity.But people have legs and dreams.They move around.And by the time you return,they are going to be so totally different from before.I myself,would be so much more different.So in the end,both parties end up like total strangers.We start back at one.

Like the chess board,the pieces are set.Dad's back from Taiwan to send me off to NS.The bag's packed,and i am already saying farewell to my hair.I remember how i used to wave goodbye to my room when i was a kid while going on a long holiday overseas.I wonder if i should do that again.After all,im sure we did a lot of stupid things back then when NS was part of a fairy tale and school was a playground.Everything is set for me to depart,save for one.Me.

The board is set.
The pieces are moving.
We come to it at last.
The great battle of our time.

Gandalf said that,and i guess it applies to me.Of course,that is if you change the "We" to "I",and "Our" to "My".This is a battle,literally.The battle of wits,and courage.Mental torture awaits,and im not sure if i can take it.Im sure ropes can be easily attained in camp.Of course,i must first find an overhanging pole or pipe to hang myself.Committing suicide wouldnt be much of a problem inside(But it poses a problem to my bunkmates).Or simply run out through the gates and wait for the guards to shoot me.Do remember then,to write a "Thank You" note.

I am like a blind archer now.Always hitting the target before i got blind.With every arrow that i release,it soars through the air and hits every single target.With the frequency of hitting the target being so high,we start to take this ability for granted.Most of the time,unintentionally.After a fatal and tragic accident,i went blind.I cannot shoot as accurately anymore.I am missing things.People.So many people in my life.I am missing them everytime i try to reach out.I keep missing,and going off target.Friends from school that i am going to miss.Family members.Objects like my computer,guitar and such.How can one possibily look at this in a positive and optimistic manner?I am going to miss you guys,and it is already taking its toll on me.Soon i shall be blind.Hitting a target would be like trying to score a goal from a mile away.Missing you guys,shall become a norm for this soon-to-be blind archer.And that is me.

All my bags are packed
Im ready to go.
Im standing here outside your door.
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye.
But the dawn is breaking,
This early morn'.
The taxi's waiting,
He's blowing his horn.
Already im so lonesome i could cry.

So kiss me and smile for me.
Tell me that you'll wait for me.
Hold me like you'll never let me go.

Cause im leaving on a jetplane.
I dont know when i'll be back again.
Oh babe,i hate to go.

Never really thought that i would actually relate to this song.But i am.And i can.It sucks to leave.Really.But i must,however unwilling.Pray for me.Pray that i will return with my limb still intact,with no broken bones and holes in my head.That i can walk home myself with both my feet,carry my bags with both my arms,hear your whispers and still smile at your jokes.Really.That is all i need.Prayers.I hate to leave.I hate to leave.So really hate to leave.This is killing me,even before anything has happened.

So here comes the end of this entry.Maybe the last entry in a long time.Hopefully,this will not be the end of my blog.It lives on,as i continue to jot down notes in the notebook i am going to bring along.Before that,i guess this blog will close temporarily.Unless Samuel,you are willing to maintain it for me.So this is farewell.Nermallie,as the elves would say it.

Home is behind.
The world ahead.
And there are many paths to trait.
Through shadow,
To the edge of night.
Until the stars are all alight.
Mist and shadow,
Cloud and shade.
All shall fade...
All shall fade...
---Pippin

Of Idle
Besides the times spent reading "The Da Vinci Code" by Dan Brown these days,most of the time were spent being in a state of idle.Despite Prom 2004 being one of the most sorted after,most looked forward event of the year by my peers,it didnt stir up enough dust to make the day worthy of remembrance within my mind.I must say,that it was good.In fact,it was fun.But it wasnt great.Then you start to wonder the significance of the prom,and how much value it is going to represent when you are 30 years old.It couldve easily been called the "PhotoTaking Session in Nice Gowns and Suits" instead of "Dinner And Dance" with a fancy theme of "Starry Night" which was not properly followed by the organisers anyway.Besides the big banner that hung from the stage,there was no dress code whatsoever that related to the theme,and i think i am pretty safe to say that the host definitely did not follow the theme all too strictly with his cheap jokes.

These days were a blur to me.The last days are the days im living right now.And more often than not,details are usually neglected during the hectic times.Light the passing street and neon lights flashing by the car window,they leave a trail of light and disappears once you travel far enough.Like a veil being pulled over my eyes these days,nothing registered.Ever since i sent Krishna off things slowly came to a drag.For some reason,the gang expected me to cry when i send Krishna off."Mad!" was my comment when Samuel told me that.His reasoning was that i am the closest to Krishna,and as a result i topped the list when it comes to the people who has the potential to cry at the airport.Of course,i didnt.His class were there,and were nice enough to make a enlarged photo of Krishna and XP together.Well,i guess that gives him something to wank to when he's immersed in the boredom of homeland Indonesia.Before he left,he gave us all hugs and we gave him our best wishes.He left reminders and good luck to us as well.The sad thing was probably the fact that no girls saw him off that day.But i guess that cards and the messages on MSN were enough to keep that guy smiling from Indonesia to Germany.We got onto the MRT soon after he left,and to be honest nothing seemed to have changed just yet.Samuel,Ahmad,Ben and I played cards as we waited for the MRT to leave the platform.It all seemed too familiar,and i guess the full impact was still far off and has yet to reach our own planets yet.Before that,life goes on.

After that was when the blurry feeling started to grow.It mightve been the sore legs both Ahmad and I had while hunting for his tie for the prom.It took us awhile to finally settle on a brown tie at John Littles.But the search did not end in vain,considering how i managed to seek out information concerning the Martin guitar Mr Wong mentioned about that was under one thousand dollars and of decent quality(City Music at Park Lane).The stroll home that day was kinda weird.It was drizzling that night.It drizzles every night nowadays,and in the afternoons too.The prom next day did not cheer me up all too much.The sight of Krishna leaving lingered in my thoughts as i crossed the busy streets and unlocked the back gate alone.I didnt know why,but everything bounced off mind everytime they try to enter.I guess it must have got something to do with the NS enlistment date.I know it.Ive got a gut feeling on this.I just know it.

Monday,the day of the prom.It did not start too cheerfully.The morning i woke up to was a wet one,with the rain splattering on my window and the air smelling like a moist January afternoon.The day worsened when i couldnt find the camcorder which i intended to take pictures with at the prom.It turned out,that my sister(In Taiwan as i speak)took both her digital camera and the camcorder back to Taiwan.As a chaser of celebrities(Or Idols)herself it is not hard to come up with a reason as to why she brought both cameras back.When asked why she did what she did,she simply replied,"I dont know." She also asked me to take photos with my friends' cameras,and wait for them to transfer the pictures to me.I dont think she even had the right mind to consider how my friends have other friends too,and that they cannot have half the memory card dominated by my pictures.After all,selfishness is a term that appears in your dictionary.Not mine.Moreover,this is like crashing your car into somebody else's,and asking that person to fix the car himself.Or,killing somebody's baby and go,"Make another one." I was furious that morning,and i had my fist clenched the whole way to Ahmad's house.According to my mother,my sister asked her friend for help when i was already gone.She borrowed a camera from her friend and asked me to head to her house and take it.I appreciate the trouble you went through my dear sister,but a simply "Sorry" couldve solved everything.I guess the word "Selfishness" was too long for words like "Sorry" to fit into that tiny dictionary of course.Instead of making me feel a little better,i swear i almost cut my own palm with my nails when i clenched the fist even harder.

Ahmad took a shot at being a hair stylist at his place after a brief wash of my hair at his place.Well,he messed my hair up.But who can i blame?I didnt really expect him to replicate what the humorous barber did in Taiwan,considering the difference between the length of my hair and his.But then again,i wanted to save money.And seeing how Ahmad does his hair usually,i was his Guinea Pig for the Moment(Ahmad,you better not get used to it).We headed down to Compass Point afterwards,with the row of Salons at the fourth floor.We picked one,and went in.I gave some instructions,and the girl nodded her head.Ahmad had a guy tending to his head,while a girl tending to mine.Of course,when it comes to a situation where you are sitting down and a person is standing up with a pair of razor sharp scissors in his or her hand,it is better to not argue with that person and let the person do his job.So i closed my eyes after those brief instructions,and allowed her to tend to my hair.When i opened my eyes,i was utterly shocked by the transformation she did to my hair.It was,a mess.Bushy,i later commented.Initially i said,"Spike the back".But she clearly did not follow the instructions and had my hair all combed to the front.It was horrendous,and she actually said,"You shouldve cut." Well,WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME THAT I SHOULD CUT THEN?Besides,if i could spike my hair,my mother could spike my hair,the stylist in Taiwan could style my hair,i dont see why you couldnt.As Ahmad chewed on his crappy crab thing,i was mumbling away concerning the hair.I called myself "FlatTop" afterwards.

We prepared a little,and was out of the house by 550pm.The trip was brief,and the driver was complaining away about how irritating the ERP system is yada yada.We had a brief conversation,and here it is:

Driver,"Why didnt you guys take the MRT?It is faster and cheaper."
Myself,"It's raining,and we figured a cab is better."
Driver,"You shouldve taken a cab.It's really cheaper,trust me."
Myself,"But it's kinda weird to be in an MRT in a suit and tie isnt it?"
Driver,"No lah!You shouldve went to Japan!You see those teenagers with spiked up hair,corsets and weird costumes taking the train.You guys are nothing compared to them!"
[That comment was later followed by a weird hand gesture,which meant that we were a small fry compared to the Japanese]
Myself,"But,we are not in Japan?"
Driver,"Same lah!"
Myself,"How is it the same with different cultures?"
Driver,"It's the same lah!"

A toad at the bottom of a well i thought.It's different,bastard.

The venue at Swissotel was empty,with Ahmad's friend Glen and Terence wandering around with a few friends of theirs.Of course,i continued to crumble about my hair.FlatTop i was,and i intended to deal with the mess myself.The plan was to wash off the spray,put some water,find some gasoline and burn the god damn salon.

More people started to arrive,and they were astounding.Of course,i am talking about the ladies here.To be honest,the guys paled in comparison when you measure them on the "Glamour" scale.The girls looked different definitely,with some of them totally unrecognisable.The others took a step towards the gothic side,and applied a tad bit too much eyeshades around their eyes.I guess they were trying to go for the Avril Lavigne look without the tie.But i guess they shouldve checked the calendar which read 6th of Decemeber,instead of 31st of October.Beside some of the oddities amongst the crowd,the rest of the girls were amazing.The girls from my class were either beautiful,astounding or simply different from their usual looks.I myself never really liked the gothic look,but WenLai's make up and hair blended in real well with the gothic theme.Others worth mentioning were LiuYin,WanJun(Which recieved the howling treatment from the perverted host),Bernice and the reluctant Shariffah.

Once again,the idle side of me hit and i found myself drifting through the ceremony.I guess it mightve been the fact that i didnt have a camera by my side that time.And no,i didnt hope to see the world through both my eyes(Referance to John Mayer's "3x5").Let me summarise the evening in brief.It involved some stupid games(In which WanJun was humiliated in a way),a gay/perverted/lame host who was paid to sell his stupidity,and prom king and queen without the royal twist.Of course,they were handsome and beautiful.But they didnt feel right for the title.Hell,i think Samantha(Drama Club)shouldve been prom queen instead.But if she were to do anything that the prom queen candidates were asked to do on stage(Which included,squeezing your breasts together,shaking your butts,sticking our your tongue and throwing flying kisses around according to the demostration by the screwed up host),my impression of her wouldve crumbled and disintegrated.Like i said,it was a blur and the food was no more than awful.I bet if the leftovers were sent to some ELDC,it wouldve supplied them with 3 months worth of food.Or gather them on an empty field and call it "Mount de Surplus"(Which meant Mount Leftover in French).

The phototaking session was really the event most people were looking forward to.But not me,exactly.Not that i didnt want to take pictures or whatever.It's just that when you dont have a camera yourself,it is hard for you to actually enjoy taking pictures.Part of the excitement in taking photographs is capturing memories that you'd like to capture.But i didnt have the tool to do it,and therefore i found myself wandering through the crowd alone waiting for people to take pictures with.Basically,i couldnt say,"Hey can you take pictures with me?" because i didnt have a damn camera.All thanks to my sister.But thankfully,i took a whole lot of pictures all thanks to the Marists in the school,the class's girls,the Guitar Club and some other friends of mine.The Marists actually gathered together and took a group picture,which was later followed by the Maris School song led by Dudley Kow,the former choir boy himself.The phototaking session lasted for a long time(Which felt far longer and better than the ceremony itself).Samuel and TGM joined us after their work at the Orchard Hotel,complaining how they were mistreated by the "Captains" at the hotel's restaurant,serving food and drinks non-stop for five straight hours for a mere 27 dollars.Of course,not to mention IBM(You'd know Sam.How's that arm of yours anyway?).

I took a hell lot of photos i must say,and they can be found in Picture Gallery Two on the right hand side of this blog.Of course,im still waiting for people to send me more photos.When my sister asked me to show her the pictures,i purposely said,"i dont have any!" She must have felt guilty.Damn,im bad.So sue me.

The day ended with a brief farewell to my friends in the cab as it sped down the expressway(And past a half dead motorist on the road)with Samuel,Terence and their classmate.Samuel offered to pay for the ride,but of course we paid a bit of it.It was still raining,and i counted the days to my NS enlistment date once more.Then while i crossed the then empty street at 1230am,Krishna's blog entry floated into my mind.

The following is a part of Krishna's entry on December 3rd.

I was at Orchard Road, and it was bustling with people. The Chrismas decorations were up, the whole town area lit up so brightly. There were Chrismas Trees that jiggled, there were angels hung over the streets, with ornamental lights, making the whole scene look like a rainbow. There were girls and guys everywhere. Normally, I would've been really happy to be in the middle of the crowd, coz the whole thing felt so great! Yet, tonight, it felt really heartbreaking. This was the last time that I'm gonna see the Friday Night Lights of Orchard road, and it was just so gorgeous. It's like the whole thing was set up for me, and everyone came out to see me... and I'm glad that I'm leaving with such a gorgeous picture in my mind.

Everything was a tad bit clearer to me all of a sudden.It was so heartbreaking all of a sudden,with the realisation that some of the things that i was seeing,might be the last time i am going to see them for the next two years.The sky is going to be so different from the foliage of the trees at Tekong,and the ground so much softer,with the smell of wet mud and nightcrawlers.Due to that,i couldnt control my emotions all too well.I didnt cry or whatever,but i got irritated really easily these days.I didnt know why,but i was just pissed off at everything around me.Particular apology to Amenda by the way.This is just so quick,and it is tearing me apart so quick that im not even feeling the pain.Im just in a blur.A trance.Idle.Just staring into blank space and waiting for the day itself to come.I guess in some situations,we have a set of emotions that should bear.But nowadays,i feel nothing.Neither here nor there.Happy or sad.Depressed or joyful.Im just,here.Nowhere.Be it a day before Friday or a month,i dont feel the difference now.I just feel like the last days of my life here will be spent with me idling.Wasting my time away,and watching as the hands of time ticks by.Just,counting the days.

Siti offered to buy my something for my Christmas this year.Again.But all i said was:

"The best gift you can give me is to pray for me.Just pray."

I guess on the outside,i am kneeling before the sky praying.Thinking hard,and murmuring prayers under my breath.But inside,i am screaming so loud.As defeaning as it is,i cannot hear myself no more.

Song of the Moment---Blue Eyes by Cary Brothers.

Of Speechlessness
Garden State has one of the best movie sountracks ever.I just downloaded a couple of songs from that soundtrack and was hooked.Collin Hay's "I Dont Think I'll Ever Get Over You" must be one of the best moody songs i have ever heard.Remember how the little things in life which never meant anything,suddenly takes a great leap and take on top spot in the priority list?This song wouldnt have meant something to me,if it wasnt for my friends' departure.

This afternoon before i went to bed,was the time when i really thought about their absence.I wonder who i am supposed to catch a movie with from now on,or who to talk to when i found some interesting bits about a movie.For some reason,things seem to be breaking apart nowadays.It was just me,and my thoughts bouncing off the walls as i looked up at the ceiling.I never had anybody of importance leaving me.My grandparents died,but i was never close to them.Death never occured to me as a "Next Door Neighbour" issue.Not even departure.They never were too close for comfort,and always keeping a safe distance from me.Like a small boy hiding under the tin roof,looking at the storm far away in the mountains and wrapping himself with the big yellow raincoat.Always too far for considerations,and never closer enough to bother.But right now,when everything is falling into place,i seem to feel like i am caught off guard.When we parted at the Somerset MRT station,it never dawned on me that that might easily have been the last time im going to see that guy ever again.

We all have our goodbyes.Day by day,we say goodbye to people and welcome new ones into our lives.But his goodbye to the lot of us seems to be particularly long.It's like when you are on a holiday trip to Thailand,and you find your pocket rid of cash and credit cards because someone just hooked it out without your knowledge.Then this vacation becomes a long and dreadful one.Similarly,with so many goodbyes in such a short period of time,it does seem like a long goodbye.Like an extended version of a movie(Or extended cut in technical terms),sometimes the movie simply becomes a drag with bad editing being evident(Watch Amadeus).

Before i started this entry at 140am,i really didnt know how i should structure it.There are just things that are going through my head so fast.Too fast for me to put them down in words.His departure to me is a big deal,but i just dont know how big a deal it is until he really is gone.I know it is going to be a tough road ahead of me,but i just dont know how tough it would be.It's that fear of the unknown that scares us all sometimes,but when you are really in that unknown place,you'd then know how scary it actually is.I dont know how i am supposed to cope with things after he leaves.Life goes on of course,it never stops.It never pauses for anything,and it never halts.What we pray for in life,really is to have memories that are able to withstand the test of time and live on forever in our minds.We meet more friends,but the old ones are the friends that truly stays with you.New songs are heard every single day on the radio,but it is the old classics that stays with you.That actually means something.

Im sure in our hearts,we all have our unwillingness.Dont you just hate changes,especially when it is inevitable.You feel helpless,and amidst the helplessness of it all we have to endure the pain of separation.I dont know what the hell is going to happen at the airport really.The decision was made between Sam,Ben,Mad and myself all too sudden and spontaneously that i actually forgot to find out ther Terminal at first.

Im out of words.There's something raging inside me that is eager to burst out right now,but for some reason a force is keeping it in.I dont know why,but i feel like tearing myself apart,or destroying something close at hand.I am basically speechless right now.I am typing without actually thinking about what i am going to type.My mind is blank,because i dont know what is going to hit me when tomorrow really comes.God i hate this who separation thing.It is things like that in life that makes it so unbearable sometimes.It is why people go "Life Sucks" all the time.Because there are so many things that go against your will all the time.When was the last time something actually went according to plan,and you were happy about it?I shall stop talking.Really.In fact,i never really had anything to talk about in the first place.Here's two songs that might perhaps describe my feelings at best.John Mayer's "Wheel" and Collin Hay's "I Dont Think I'll Ever Get Over You".

Wheel

People have the right to fly
And when it gets compromised
Their hearts say "Move along"
Their minds say "Gotcha heart"
Let's move it along.
Let's move it along.

And airports
See it all the time
With someone's last goodbye
Blends in with someone's sigh

I Dont Think I'll Ever Get Over You

I drink good coffee every morning
comes from a place thats far away
and when i'm done i feel like talking
without you here there is less to say

I don't want you thinking I'm unhappy
what is closer to the truth
but if I lived til I was 102
I just don't think I'll ever get over you

no longer moved to drink strong whiskey
I shook the hand of time and I knew
that if I lived til I could no longer climb my stairs
I just don't think I'll ever get over you

If I lived til I was 102
I just don't think I'll ever get over you

Well,that's it my friend.Here comes the end of our fellowship.I dont know if this chapter of my life shall continue.If this script of ours will ever be finished.But this unfinished piece of work was a great read,and im hoping for your return so that we can all finish it.Good luck man.

Song of the Moment---I Dont Think I'll Ever Get Over You by Collin Hay

Of the Grey Havens
The following is an abstract from Chapter IX of The Lord of the Rings,The Return of the King.

"As they came to the gates Cirdan the Shipwright came forth to greet them.Very tall he was,and his beard was long,and he was grey and old,save that his eyes were keen as stars;and he looked at them and bowed,and said:'All is now ready.'

Then Cirdan led them to the Havens,and there was a white ship lying,and upon the quay beside a great grey horse stood a figure robed all in white awaiting them.As he turned and came towards them Frodo saw that Gandalf now wore openly on his hand the Third Ring,Narya the Great,and the stone upon it was red as fire.Then those who were to go were glad,for they knew that Gandalf also would take the ship with them.

But Sam was now sorrowful at heart,and it seemed to him that if the parting would be bitter,more grievous still would be the long road home alone.But even as they stood there,and the Elves were going abroad,and all was being made ready to depart,up rode Merry and Pippin in great haste.And amid his tears Pippin laughed.
'You tried to give us a slip once before and failed,Frodo,' he said.'This time you have nearly succeeded,but you have failed again.It was not Sam,though,that gave you away this time,but Gandalf himself!'

'Yes,'said Gandalf;'for it will be better to ride back three together than one alone.Well,here at least,dear friends,on the shores of the Sea comes the end of our fellowship in Middle-Earth.Go in peace!I will not say:do not weep;for not all tears are an evil.'

Then Frodo kissed Merry and Pippin,and last of all Sam,and went aboard;and the sails were drawn up,and the wind blew,and slowly the ship slipped away down the long grey firth;and the light of the glass of Galadriel that Frodo bore glimmered and was lost.And the ship went out into the High Sea and passed on into the West,until at last on a night of rain Frodo smelled a sweet fragrance on the air and heard the sound of singing that came over the water.And then it seemed to him that as in his dream in the house of Bombadil,the grey rain-curtain turned all to silver glass and was rolled back,and he beheld white shores and beyond them a far green country under a swift sunrise.

But to Sam the evening deepened to darkness as he stood at the Haven;and as he looked at the grey sea he saw only a shadow on the waters that was soon lost in the West.There still he stood far into the night,hearing only the sigh and murmur of the waves on the shores of Middle-Earth,and the sound of them sank deep into his heart.Beside him stood Merry and Pippin,and they were silent."

This short abstract from "The Grey Havens" chapter totally describes my feelings now.There are so many people leaving around me nowadays.Its just that feeling of departure that worries me.Like i said before,it is inevitable for people to depart and pursue their own dreams and life.But i guess i never really expected a complete detachment from the original social life that we shared.Agatha and Dini are not in Indonesia,and will probably never return to Singapore.Ever.Which means the Guitar Outings from this day onwards,will have two people short.It is pretty sad to see them leave.After all,they've been through the thicks and the thins at the club.The terror of Tomas,the pain at the tips of our fingers after each guitar practises,as well as the glorious moments we had on stage after each performances.They've been through it all with the bunch of us,and it has been a great ride through.Its been fun girls,and i will never forget it.

Then there's Krishna,who will be leaving for Indonesia,then Germany this coming Sunday.Let's face it.This guy is the guy who has been through the thickest and thinnest of our lives together.The O levels,the A levels,the sun tanning,the conversations on the overhead bridge,phone calls etc.He's been one of my longest lasting friends in life,and i never really saw this day coming.We all know that this is going to come,sooner or later.But it never was "Sooner" in my mind.Perhaps you got over this departure thing a long time ago,convincing yourself that since it is going to end soon there's no harm preparing yourself for it.But i guess,the people who are left behind takes the heaviest blow all the time.Because nobody likes to be left behind.Like Sam,seeing Frodo off at the Grey Havens.I guess it is the feeling of you never coming back,that's keeping me from telling myself that "This is going to be ok".I know there's always the internet,but now i have to think hard when it comes to the right person to go to the movies with.I just want to say that you've been a huge brick in my life man.I hate to see you go,but i guess you have to leave things and people behind.To you,perhaps the dinner tonight served as a closure to things.But i guess to me,Samuel,Ben Tan and a whole lot of people,that dinner was not merely a closure,but the beginning of a new life one way or another.I guess to many of us,there will never be a closure to this sort of things.All i have to say,and should say is good luck and take care of yourself out there.Dont take up Nazism,and do remember the goods and the bads we had in Maris Stella and JC.There will never be a closure,but a break in paragraphs for the people left behind.A fullstop never seems to exist in our minds,but a chapter waiting to be finished.After all,you are not Jesus,and you will not have the last supper with us.There will always be a next supper,be it years from today.Good luck man.

Then there's me and my departure from everyone.I know that i am not the only one leaving from this life of mine.So many guys my age or older will be leaving their lives and moving on to the next phase.Im just too comfortable here,and too many things i want to do that will be left undone for the next two years,and maybe for the rest of my life.After the chalet at Changi,i really had a deep feeling in my mind that i am so going to miss the life here.They are such a wonderful bunch of people,that are so important in my life as well.This time,i will be the one leaving them and not the other way round.The worst of all,is that i am not willing to leave.Compared to the above two examples,i would kill to stay.But that doesnt seem to be an option for me really.Like the message XinYu sent to me yesterday,that's exactly how i feel for the club,but never the guts or the mind to say it straight.That is the life i have now,and that is the life i wont have for the next two years or so.So many things that i will be leaving behind,and by the time i return in two year so many things wouldve changed.Unlikely,to the better.I really want to stay here.I really want to.Even if i know that i will come out from NS a tad bit closer to being a man.I really want to stay here.Where i am.Right now.No one leaving,and no one left behind.

This is different from leaving Primary school and Secondary School.Because there,you are still within the education system.You dont leave that place,and as a result you dont loose full contacts.But now,this is a pursue of life.University is a pursue of life,rather than an education for me.Because it marks what you do in life,and people really go their separate ways and never come back for some.Even if they do,a totally different person awaits and distance grows.

Life sucks really.It sucks people out of your life,and you out of it too.Then sometimes,they throw you back into the life that you are so unfamiliar with.With a week left to my enlistment date,the unwillingness grows.Sometimes,i feel like breaking down and just tear my face off.But the facts of life is keeping me from doing so,and hating it so much more.Life is like the Grey Havens,where you are either Sam or Frodo.However unwilling you are,the ship is going to take you away from where you belong.Be it Singapore,home,friends or the Shire.

However,the distination is not Valinor like in the books.Perhaps the same life with a twist of unwillingness.That sour feeling,and that hatred for the nature of life that you hold so deep in your heart.I know i am pessimistic,but like the departure of everybody and myself,it is inevitable...

Song of the Day:
Me and Mrs Jones by Barry White



Me and mrs. jones, we got a thing going on,
We both know that it's wrong
But it's much too strong to let it cool down now.
We meet ev'ry day at the same cafe,
Six-thirty i know i know she'll be there,
Holding hands, making all kinds of plans
While the jukebox plays our favorite song.

Me and mrs., mrs. jones, mrs. jones, mrs. jones,Mrs. jones.

We got a thing going on,
We both know that it's wrong,
But it's much too strong to let it cool down now.
We gotta be extra careful that we don't build our hopes too high
Cause she's got her own obligations and so do i,

Me, me and mrs., mrs. jones, mrs. jones, mrs. jones,Mrs. jones

We got a thing going on,
We both know that it's wrong,
But it's much too strong to let it cool down now.
Well, it's time for us to be leaving,
Iit hurts so much, it hurts so much inside,
Now she'll go her way and i'll go mine,
But tomorrow we'll meet the same place, the same time.

Me and mrs. jones, mrs. jones, mrs. jones.

Of the Voluntary Insomnia
This post will be pretty damn long,therefore it will be divided into paragraphs with sub-headings.Tough read ahead.

Concerning the Departure
As always,i hate departures.I was thinking to myself as my father drove down the dark expressway at 10pm,Tuesday night after an awkward family dinner at a seafood restaurant to celebrate my grandmother's 91st birthday.I know,crossing the 90 year old mark is a bloody big deal.But that doesnt mean that we must be susceptible to wear tasting restaurant food and pain-striken relative-related conversational topics.Dont you just hate it when your relatives are sitting at your table,with your parents not around and asking you questions regarding your life which is actually of no concerns to him or her whatsoever.As i fondled with my Ipod,one of my relatives started asking me about the capacity,the price and stuff.Also,the fact that i am going to NS,which is a dawning truth that i am not ready and not willing to accept.People just have to bring dreadful subjects up and the most awkward and headache-prone times.I just dislike my relatives a lot,and how they make desperate attempts to start up a conversation.I love to make their mouths drop or eyes opened wide.When i stepped into the room with the new hair and the coat most of them were pretty surprised.Well,its human nature to boast to the enemies.The enemies that has my blood in them.What a shame.

I was thinking to myself that no matter how boring my trip to Taiwan is,it is still going to be better than being back here in Singapore.To me,Singapore is a representation of reality.People asks about what reality is.Just like what Morpheus asked Neo in The Matrix."Real.How do you define real?"It's one of those "Duh" questions commonly dismissed by most.But i guess it makes sense,that it doesnt make sense at all.Reality to me cannot be defined,but perhaps the best analogy that comes close is Singapore.The problems start to pour in,and the reality starts to hit.All the things in life that are tucked away comes flowing back out the moment you set foot on the ground.I hate to leave,and i hate to wake up at 6am in the morning just to catch a flight.Going back is a suicidal act,and waking up early is worse.I didnt speak much this time,considering how my mind's already set for the reality attack.Like before,the business class ticket really does look friendly to me.Dad warned me about breakfasts on business class,saying that they are no different from meals from the Economy class.Well,porridge really isnt my cup of tea.But the alternative was worse(Cereals).Instead of nerd boy,i had an old man for my on-flight companion this time.He was an oddball really.He emptied the plates,which was odd enough.Then he refused to watch any movies,or play any games which was avaliable.Then he tried to stare at my monitor for the subtitles in the movie i was watching,and the games i was playing.I watched The Bourne Supremacy on the flight,and he had his eyes glued on my screen instead.Which was kinda weird and uncomfortable to begin with.

The movie was alright,and it killed time pretty efficiently.Of course,this time i never bothered to make any constructive conversations with my travel companion.In fact,nothing at all.I killed time by listening to my Ipod and taking a nap upon the morning flight.The flight to me was brief,and soon i found myself looking upon a familiar sight.The skyline of Singapore.As familiar as it is,i felt a little alienated from this piece of land.Like,i dont belong to that place at all.Truly,i dont.But having the rest of my life spent here,and feeling that way is peculiar enough.I took the flight back alone,again.It felt great,though that hope for a female travel companion of my age disintegrated soon after lift off.Picking up the luggages at the airport myself was easy,and i took a cab from the airport back home to prepare for the chalet later on in the afternoon.As i looked through the window,it was a strange sight.It looked as if ive been away from this place for a long time.Perhaps its been stalled away in my mind for too long and too deeop for them to stir up any forms of familiarities.Whatever it is,it didnt have the familiarity i had when i arrived in Taiwan.Just that lack of likeliness made a vast difference in the two places.Both destinations,at one point of the journey.

The driver of the cab tried to start a conversation too.I think it is a policy amongst the firms to be friendly to passengers picked up near tourist attractions.They seem to be so friendly all of a sudden.I just made phone calls to friends,to make arrangements on the chalet and the Friday Night dinner.The gate at the original side of my home was closed,and the driver had to U-turn to the other side.Lots of changes went on after my departure.I guess that might explain the alienation of myself from this reality.

Concerning the Brief Breather
My trip home was fast,and i didnt have much time to unpack and repack my things.Mom prepared my clothes and the toothbrush for the chalet already,and all i had to do was to throw them all into my sling bag.After all was set and done,i was prepared to leave.My room smelt different already.Six days,and already different.Wonder how it would be like if i be away for five days a week,for two years.Just another room for guests i presume.It was sad,and a brief visit back home.Wonder how many more times would i be able to see this room again.Truly sad,indeed.

I went out through the new gate and took another cab.This time,i made sure that i plugged my earphones to the ears before the cab driver intended on any possible topics.He sped down the expressway towards Tampines Interchange where i was supposed to meet the guitar club members.I got there a tad bit early,and was accompanied by Debbie and an icecream cone melting at shocking rate.Being in a cold country has an advantage in the sense that icecream lasts.They dont melt in your hand all that quick.But i was pretty new to the sight of girls in sleeveless tops of shorts walking around everywhere exposing their thighs and arms.I mean,not that i have a great fascination over it whatsoever,but coming from a cold country where men and women alike dress from head to toe in fur coats and sweaters it is a rare sight for girls to wear a little more revealing wardrobes.It is no wonder that rape and molest cases are lesser in the colder countries,compared to the summer countries statistically.Revealing clothes i guess,are just more provocative.

The lot of them were late,with Siew Chen and Michelle turning up a tad bit earlier than the rest.Then Mr and Mrs Wong came,followed by Choon Guan,Kevin,Valerie,Ahmad and Agatha.Soon we found ourselves on bus 29,heading towards the Aloha Holiday Resort at Changi Village.

Concerning the Eerie Settings
We got off the bus,and before us a wall of trees with vines hanging down over our heads.It was an unpleasent sight,and site for chalets.They call it a "Holiday Resort",and i beg to differ.It looked more like a horror theme park or a Fear Factor episode throught the haunted mansion.The place was particularly quiet,and Mr Wong led us round an old chalet,which was pretty big.Then down a grassy slope and to a tall hedge that divided two different sections of the chalet.It was connected merely by a metal gate,with the bars already eroded away by the corrosive nature of the seawater.With the pots,the pans,the charcoals and stuff in our hands,we stumbled through that broken gate and up muddy slopes to another open area,with chalets all over.Our chalet was Chalet H 533 on Netheravon Road.It was a tough one to find,and it took Mr Wong a while to locate the place,which was pretty much hidden from the chalet before ours.The entrance was round the back,and the door was particularly hard to open.As Mr Wong stuggled to pull open those gates,i mumbled under my breath,"This is how horror movies always start.Locked doors of an old house." Tee Oii heard that,and laughed as we broke through the door eventually.

The chalet is old,and it looked like an anciet building really.Reminded me of the old houses we see in Secondary School History textbooks,describing the residences of Eurasians in Singapore.Well,that chalet looked very much like it,and the over hanging trees were creepy in a way.The settings of the rooms were odd,especially on the second floor.It had four rooms,and two toilets.Spacious enough,but creepy all at once.Room 1 was the biggest,and it seemed to be the master bedroom.The king size bed sat alone at the centre of the room,with a big piece of mirror in front of it,and on the left side.A baby tramp sits in front of the mirror,with the mattress torn off.Ahamd found particular comfort in that tramp,though i found it disturbing in a way.The glass doors at the side opens out to a balcony,which is connected to every room on that side of the house.We did not continue our discovery through the second floor too thoroughly for the other rooms,as they looked alike really.The toilets to me were pretty scary to begin with.Dark,and the windows were similar to those seen in Ju-On.Not that i freaked out after the movie,but i hate it when my mind goes to untamed places.I half expected a kid's head to pop by the window,or a human skull in the drawers of something.Of course,i found none.But still,it was creepy.

The lot of us got comfortable in the living room.Ahmad and I started an early jamming session,and 3x5 was the obvious choice.Haha.It was fun indeed.The J1s prepared the barbeque,while the J2s sat indoors.I know it is irresponsible to a certain degree,but i guess it is a custom to be served by the J1s.After all,we did serve them last year(Though i was in Taiwan).Only five guys turned up at the chalet,which was pathetic considering the physical size of the club.I guess this is a perfect example of a United Separatist.All of them were guys,and none of the girls came.Sad news for Ahmad and I,as we discussed the various fantasies we had.Haha.Of course,they were just crap talks.But im sure somewhere deep in our hearts,it wouldve been really cool for it to come true.The evening approached,and the houses got creepier and the shadows grew darker.

Concerning the Night
Singapore Idol really was the topic of the night.Being the final night of the season and the match up between Sylvester and Taufik,it had the whole island talking about it.The guitar club were in the living room,anxious for the results as well.As the both of them performed(In which,Sylvester was awful for Bon Jovi's "Its My Life"),we had the barbeque pit at full blast and the chicken wings coming in hot and steamy.I kept myself full with sausages and chicken wings,with occasional trips to the fridge for refreshments.The lot of is pulled chairs into the living room to wait for the results.Ahmad and I headed upstairs to an empty room before the result show,and we jammed inside once again.Mr Wong joined us brief to once again,show off his skills.Michelle and Siew Chen were there to witness the greatest,and we ended uo laughing our heads off as we composed a song called "The Endless Song".After a whole lot of bullshit by Gurmit Singh,the result was finally announced.Taufik Batisah is officially the Singapore Idol,and the whole group of us cheered like no other.Ahmad hugged me to an extent that i almost choked.But of course,i really didnt care much.It was a really exciting sight to see the dismay in the eyes of the "Pinkies".After a brief celebration,the girls wanted to leave.Some of them anyway.We took a lot of photographs,and of course Mr Wong revealed his beautiful pale legs to the camera(Which was indeed,sick).

Ahmad and i were just about to take Room 1 when the girls came in and claimed the room for themselves,saying that other rooms are too small or separated.Ahmad and I had our reasons(Which involved XinYu),therefore we moved out.Of course,he took the baby tramp.We settled in Room 4,which really isnt a great number.But i dont think superstition was that important an issue,plus Ahmad started jamming 3x5 again.This time Mr and Mrs Wong came in to check out our pieces.Mrs Wong even filmed as playing the song,which was totally unexpected.Kevin,Agatha,Choon Guan and Andrew buried their heads in Monopoly downstairs,while the girls talked in their rooms.Ahmad and I joined them soon after,and played games which included some pretty interesting forfeit,which included Ahmad's kiss to a man.Haha.We played through the night,and by the time we noticed the time,it was already 2am.XinYu and LiPing bathed as Ahmad and I sat outside the toilets.Both of them didnt like the feeling of the toilets either,and i guess they felt better with two watchdogs outside.We talked about how the guitar club has been a great experience for the both of us,and that this is all going to end as we head on towards our own separate ways.I just listened,and didnt comment much.I already stressed in my blog,so i was too lazy to start over.

My bathing experience was creepy in the sense that the floating plastic bag of mine from the clothe hanger really freaked me out a bit.It slipped off the old clothes and floated through the air.From the corner of my eyes,it just seemed like a floating object in the bathroom.Considering the multiple ghost stories i heard and the indian boy who drowned near the beach a few weeks ago,it was pretty creepy.But of course,it was only the mind playing tricks.Whatever the eyes see,the mind believes.The motto of an illusionist.

The night continued,and i spent it eating instant noodles and writing autograph books for the girls.Dini amazingly,fell asleep on the dining table while the rest had their supper around her literally.Oh,not to forget the fake currency used in Monopoly and the occasional "Pay!" from LiPing and Agatha's mouths.The night drew on,and the outside became quiet.Everyone fell asleep,with Room 4 soon taken over by the guys.And as for the J1s,they locked themselves in Room 3 the whole day,with occasional visits to the living room and kitchen.And as for Mr and Mrs Wong,they disappeared into Room 2 until the morning.Of course,the only time we heard from him was when i went to the door and shouted "Ahmad dont eavedrop!".

Concerning the Wee Hours
It suddenly became really quiet at one point.Agatha and Dini disappeared into the night suddenly.Michelle and Siew Chen visited us in the living room once in a while,and XinYu fell asleep on the floor.For some reason nobody was able to move her onto the bed.Grace fell asleep on the sofa,and that left Ahmad,Liping and myself still awake.Of course,i was on the verge of my sanity and i was speaking nonsensical things by the time we took that "502" photograph.Even the insects outside disappeared,and the lamps outside made an eerie yellow glow through the window.The numerous experience with horror movies really elevated your wild imagination at that point,especially how Agatha's reflection through the glass window scared the nerves out of me.LiPing sat next to Grace reading her autograph book.Ahmad was mugging the 8days,while i listened to my Ipod.Then an idea struck me that maybe we should play with the sparklers.Tee Oii made a rocket out of a full packet of sparklers earlier,and lift off failed badly.That only proves that Tee Oii is the sort of terrorist with intentions,but havent got the skills at all.It lifted off,spunned a few times and died out immediately.

So we grabbed the remaining two boxes and ran out into the open space in front of the chalet to play it.The moon was hanging high up then,with little clouds covering it.The whole place was silent,save for the rustling of the trees and insects far off.We tried to light the sparklers,and managed to do that after multiple attempts(Thanks to Ahmad the Man of Fire).Ahmad ran around like a happy little kid with sparklers,while Liping tried to throw the sparklers through the air like shooting stars.And as for me,i tried to throw it onto the second floor balcony.But it ended up on the tree.We all made wishes to the sparklers before it died out,and i continued through it onto trees.Of course,i had my fingers crossed the whole time that the tree wouldnt burn up.

530am was approaching,and it was supposed to be the time when we head out to see the sunrise.We woke Grace up,and went up to Room 1 to wake XinYu up as well.She was in a daze when we woke her up,but with the lure of the last sparkler XinYu sprang up from the bed with a sudden burst of energy and followed us downstairs.With our sandals ready,and the cameras packed,we went round to the back where the main road was and headed towards the beach.

That place really is eerie at night.Some might say that it is "Peaceful",while others like me found the place utterly creepy.Cant blame me,since Changi beach is famous for one thing:Haunted stories(Aside from the Homosexual Assault stories Ahmad was saying,and the "Water Bottle" incident from Choon Guan).Ahmad and I were skateboarding on the side of the road without skateboards.I guess we were just dead bored,and too tired to be tired.We reached a platform above the beach,and never really went down.It was like a viewing gallery,and we went down the wooden platform towards the Northern end of it.We found Agatha and Dini already there,and we joined them to watch the sunrise.Ahmad and I sat on the ledge,while the girls sat on the floor and talked.Well,XinYu managed to light her sparkler there,but was too afraid to let it burn till the end.That's XinYu for you i guess.The moon hung low above us,and we were covered in the soft touch of moonlight.The boats floated nearby,with lights flickering softly and quietly in the night.The waves crashed onto the shores as the ships sailed by slowly and silent.A bunch of people were on the other end of the beach fishing,and their fire burnt on the beach as well.It was a pleasent sight,and the lot of us just sat there for a moment enjoying the peace and silence.

For some reason,sunrise never came.The left hand side of the coast was brighter than the right,and we headed that way instead.We passed empty swimming pools and ship yards with absolutely no lift in sight.We came to the side of a beach,and sat ourselves down on a log.We threw stones,and talked about things there.The right hand side brightened up more,and we then became the "Sunrise Chasers",running from coast to coast,trying to catch the first glimpse of sunrise.Sadly,we never did because of the angle of it all.It was hidden from us behind tall trees,but Ahmad was determined.He led the group through that same hole in the gate earlier,and ran past other chalets to an old jetty which was kept out to the public.The sunrise was still blocked by the trees,but the sky slowly and gradually turned blue as we positioned ourselves for phototaking.But Dini's camera soon ran out of battery and we got tired of things.We headed back to the chalet and dragged our heavy feet across the gravel road.

We got back to the chalet at about 7am,and i went to the girls' room to sleep instead of the guys',since Kevin,Andrew and Choon Guan took up all the avaliable spaces.Ahmad slept under a table instead of a bed,which was really odd.I guess it mustve been the rashes he had.He claimed that the walls and floors are cool,so it helps with the rashes.I wonder what's wrong with the floors in that chalet.Everybody seems to love it a lot.As the bed was too small,the lot of us slept horizontally instead.I slept on the edge,while Liping and Grace slept there on the same bed as well.I didnt really care who was sleeping with me.The moment i had my head down,i knew i was heading straight for dreamland.Grace really shouldve turned off that damn handphone alarm of her's.That song's been stuck in my head for the longest time.

Concerning the Trip Home
When i got up,i was horrified to see Ahmad in front of me.It was 9am,and we were about to leave the place.I packed up real quick,and found myself sitting at the dining table with the rest of the group.I took a short nap there,while the rest drowned themselves in Mrs Wong's voice as she sang to Mr Wong's guitar jamming.There's something about her voice that is both weird and cool.I dont know.It reminded me of Jewel,but with a little twist towards the extreme end of things.Soon,the doors were locked and we headed home.As i waited for a taxi i noticed the Changi Hospital that was located right in front of us.Then i realised,how close we were to that accursed place.The "Night Club of the Dead".I took a bus to Tampines central with Ahmad,Grace,Liping and Choon Guan instead.I was really tired by then,and took a cab back home.

The cab driver was very friendly,asking me about my guitar and stuff.Like i said before,cab drivers nowadays seem to be paid to be nice.Anyway,so we were talking about things when the subject of NS was brought up.Of course,i was reluctant to talk about it,but soon i discovered that his son is going to NS a day after me,and that he is from SRJC now.Well,so we talked a little about the school since i am pretty familiar.Then he told me that his son was from Maris Stella,and he almost drove off the road when i told him that i was from there too.It was too shocking for him,that he actually drove me to NanYang Polytechnic instead of NanYang Junior College.Of course,he didnt charge me extra for it.Nice man.He even called his son concerning his class.Fabian Low.Haha.Well i think i have an idea on who he is,and i guess he doesnt know me.But we'd know each other by the face i guess.

Well,so my first day in Singapore ended with a blast.Ahmad and Liping said that last year's chalet was better in a way.Well,i wonder how much better it can get.Perhaps the fact that Mei Shan,the beautiful and astounding guitar club president was there last year.Oh well,no J1 girls turned up this year,but who cares.I had a lot of fun with the others as well.Will never forget the car games we played on the bed together,and the forfeit we had to do.And Dini,if you happen to be reading this,you still owe us your forfeit.So you better come back to Singapore to finish it.That's that now,goodnight.;)