Okay, i'm going to say this. And you'll be very surprise to see me typing this down.

I MISS TKBAND.

No, no...i really do. Hearing about the band from my sis when she went visiting last two days, made me reminisce all the good old times on that field who held so much memories beneath our marching shoes. My brother got into the main block just like i did when i first stepped into TKBand. And he may not know it, but i feel so frigging proud of him. And the best part of it all is how i get excited just knowing that he has a chance of being the Drum Major as time passes.

It feels so weird just typing all of this down. Only recently i thought i've pushed away every connection there is to the best part of my secondary school life - drills, drills, drills and more drills. But apparently, i now missed having that unspoken rule of never-wavering loyalty to a certain mission and goal. That hardwork, sweat, tears, blood, mud and grass we could have avoided but chose it all anyway.

Anoneh Pakukeh.

Been ages since i last heard that. The two words with memories dripping from them so strong, it almost brings tears just thinking about it. And to think up til now, i never knew what it meant. Who cares anyway? We don't need to know. It's like knowing you'll love that valentine gift from your boyfriend although you don't even know what it is yet, but that doesn't matter to you because you love anything he buys anyway, because you love him so much.

I'm a hopeless romantic moron, am i not?

Oh wells, it gets like that sometimes. Especially when you start flashing back all those times spent in band. Now i think, after so long, i've finally realised that the endurance band taught me was what made me so strong all these years.

Thank you TKBand...for...well, everything.

For everything.