So many sentimental notes are emerging. Who could have predicted that this organisation, the one we all dread and detest, the one thing we guys have in common could be well capable of arousing such stirring emotions within us? I thank my comrades too, my fellow riggers for accompanying me through this roller coaster ride. I will try not to make this a typically emotional post. Because, I'm sure everybody has had enough of the sappy stuff.

I would like to think that when I relive 'those' days in the future, what i will recall about the people are...
Eugene, as the guy who just had to show off his grey underpants everytime.
Keith, as the sleeping pervert with a sly yet extremely contented smile twisting and playing with the hems of his pillow case
Charlie, as the guy who threw a knife from a blind spot and managed to slice off a shampoo dispensing tip Renault was holding.
Jacque, as the fella who constantly flashed his bunny teeth at the sight of SFI
Shane, as the guy who loved to sexpose himself through his erotic boxers
Tristan, as the health guru who woke up early to do Yoga and push-ups
Adam, as the guy who would never hurt a fly. (maybe not, I swear remember seeing him swatting flies in Wallaby) Upgrade the fly to a cockroach then.
Elvin, as the incredibly volatile two-face. Sometimes he's as sweet as nougat, others as bitter as erm.. 99% pure cocoa (damm scary)
Andy, as the man who left a hole in the guardroom (god bless whoever tastes his knuckles)
Renault, as the closest living thing I have ever met who resembles a kampong boy

Seriously though, I'm pleased to have met such fantabulous people. I know I left out many others. Thank you Francis, Thank you seniors and juniors. I reiterate my desire for us to continue maintaining contact and meeting up. I repeat. I'll see you guys at your graduations. I'll see you guys on birthdays. I'll see you guys at your weddings.

With Sincere Thanks
Gareth

5:10 am;

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