So in one month's time I'll be dissapearing into tekong.

Sad to think that life will be vastly different soon, and never the same again. Feels like a part of me is going to die or something.

And in this last month, there's the canoeing race, and mr500.

I remember Kicker's comment when asked 'why do humans want to live so badly and postpone their death, if they eventually die anyway?'

"Because we want to go out with a bang. Like a firework. The beauty of it is how high it trails out and eventually and explodes."

haha. I hope I go out with a big bang.