i, am a victim of peer pressure. and because i succumbed, i had to pay a very high price indeed.

yunnie: aiyar now only eleven fifty five pm. you go home so early fer what. are you normal??

ray: yar! how old are you man??

claka: *throws in disapproving look

wokays. so i stayed on to chill fer another 5 minutes (damn it.) and as a result, missed da last train home.

and cause claka's and my parents have forsaken us, and we were both flat broke, we came up with the most ingenius plan - walk. home. (from town.)

yeah! we smugly think. let's relive our ncc days! after all, we have conquered mt kinabalu, braved the storms while kayak-ing round the whole of singapore and endured 8 km of snake-battling journey in the ulu forests of tekong. what else can't we do right? right.

there began our ambitious midnight adventure/ journey to the east.

we walked and walked and walked and walked and walked. from lido to ps to kopitiam to city hall to suntec to finally...a highway.

"that's the highway home!" chirped claka, the eternal optimist. by that time, both of us were sweating like pigs and looking every damn bit like illegal china immigrants, suspiciously scaling past (or rather, under) railings and flipping over bushes, albeit a little too clumsily/ unglamly.

fatigue must have gotten to us. (i refuse to accept stupidity as the reason.) the next moment, before we knew it, we were already deliriously trekking on the shoulder of that blardy highway, with all the cars zooming past us at crazy speeds.

we escaped to (thank goodness) this pedestrian walk way by the side and trudged on till we saw no more of it ahead of us. but hey! we were still ON the highway! wtf was the government thinking when they constructed this path huh. how could it just end half way!?

stranded, and outta ultimate desperation, we attempted to hitch a hike by the side of the highway. after a decade of wild waving at the oncoming traffic, a mercs actually pulled over. but our high hopes were dashed when we neared it as we overheard the couple inside fiercely quarreling. so we dejectedly returned to our sad spot and continued waving. we finally did get our free ride home in the end (whee~), on erps, a garung guni lorry. ah never mind, beggars can't be choosers.

anyway, moral of harry potter-ish story - "never listen to yunnie's crap." or ray's/ claka's. 3 fucking hrs of sweating and trekking, just because i was a weak arse. victims of peer pressure out there, please learn.