Support Local Music. Rock For Wayne; Rock with me as I turn Private.

Rock for Wayne - A tribute to the drummer of The Suns who had passed away. A tribute to kick start the efforts done by him to spice up the local music scene. Renamed as Rock for Wayne, this tribute show will showcase some of the best local bands. Enough to rock you for good and enjoy the local music scene. Get your tickets from The Pavilion at Far East Square now!

you wake up every morning, just in time to watch the dark sky and the stars glitters. Somewhere across the horizon, the sun breaking out. Birds chirping, reminding you of home. But when you think of home, you think of your bed and when you hear the chirping sounds, you know its morning but you would just cover your blanket over your head, clutch your favourite soft toy and go back to sleep.
How nice.

Shouts bellowed from somewhere. My dreams of my own room and my home vanished. I see people running around, dazed. Somehow, I was moving. I couldn't feel my legs but I know I was running. Images of my friends, people I know and love, my room, my soft toys and my blanket threatened to make me fall.
I stopped.
I looked up, the skies still littered with stars. This has been my best comfort. The only thing that is beautiful and magnificent, the only thing that reminded me about the beauty of life.

I looked ahead. My arms swinging back and forth. I was convinced I wasn't mad. I was moving in steps together with people that were as dazed as me. They were people, aesthetically beautiful in their own forms, civilized and healthy.

They were my friends, my buddies, my acquaintances.

I woke up again to the dark skies once more, this time with a strange feeling. My foot tattered with dying skin cells and clotted wounds. My muscles stretched to its limit. Images of my home do not appear often but they still do and haunt me when I looked at the dazzling lights from across the sea. I have grown sick from hearing the loud roar of planes flying over us. And sometimes, I do wonder if people inside the plane could see us, awed at how miniature things could get from above and their beauty too.

My bunk was quieter when I woke up. 3 of us had left, forever not healthy anymore. In their own form, they have become uglier. Their backs deformed, blood vessels not working, the beauty of life for them tarnished.

Back to the present, the 24km route march was an experience. Experience that I would not want to go back again, ever. But could I? Graduation is in 3 days time and I am glad i do not have to board a ferry and go to an island so detached from everything. I spent my time in empathy, understanding the workings of SAF, how individuals can sometimes feel so numb.

But whatever it is, it is a rite of passage. Like the quote I always see when I book in, "Its not what you leave behind, its what you gained in the days ahead."