Basket.

I'm going to be saying basically the same things I was saying a year ago... yet another 365 days have passed and 2005 is soon to dawn. We are all no longer students and the feeling is strange. School life seems so far away now, the events of a bare few weeks before seemingly ghosts from a distant past. I know that what happened did in fact really happen, but it doesn't seem that way. As a matter of fact, it all seems like a dream now, not even distant memories. Maybe I'm going to wake up anytime and find myself back in the bunk at Tekong, the date on my watch to read 5.30am on 11 December, 2004.

But of course, it isn't going to happen. This is Reality, TM, cold and hard. Two years have passed, one year since the Countdown. Yes, it is unbelievable. I can remember last Christmas like it was last week. This is really happening to me and everything I have done and said over the past three weeks is verifiable fact.

I've been told (but positively) that I'm too philosophical. But I can't help it. I can't ignore the nostalgia that is so enamoured of returning from time to time to haunt me. Today I took 197 and passed by so many familiar places. It was Prom Night again and we were all sitting by the Singapore River. I saw myself posing once again for a photo beside the Parliament sign. The whole bunch of us walking down deserted streets and taking photos on the road. The craziest 72 hours ever - Prom, the day after, and the day after that.

If 2003 was one hell of a year, 2004 was so incredibly madcap. I never thought I'll ever live through such a year. I went to places where I had never ever previously even thought of going, both literally and figuratively. I went beyond what I thought were my limits. And it's been a stunning experience, the whole damn thing. A year of little moderation, of amazing revelations and confessions I never thought would escape my lips or reach my ears. So many new experiences and feelings.

And you know what? At the close of it all, I feel good. Bloody good.