End of the Road

A week ago.

We gave it our best shot. We tried, we really did.





But it didn't happen.

And this is where we get off. The journey continues without us. It's been a good ride. C'est la vie.

That night, I got to thinking: Is this it? Is this what I'm capable of? Just this? Am I this mediocre? They were silly, depressing thoughts.

Luckily, my self-defence mechanism, i.e., my huge ego kicked in and reassured the fragile little geek inside. He's OK now. He got startled again during The 40 Year-Old Virgin when the toys got crushed by Steve Carell and Catherine Keener on the bed, but I beat him into submission. He's now whimpering in a corner, crying for his mummy.

Anyways.

Thanks to everyone who came, and to everyone who sent well-wishes. Much appreciated.

Peiyun was mentioning to me the other day about how rare this thing we have is. That everyone will come from all over the island, regardless of where they work or live, to support a friend.

I afraid to say that maybe I've been taking all this for granted.

So let me say this now: Thank you once more. Thank you for being there, thank you for continuing to be there, and thank you in advance for being there in the future.

Thank you for being a friend.