54 hours...

...that's the estimated amount of time i've got left in s'pore.

after this whole weekend i've got no more rugby-related regrets whatsoever.

had my last blacks training today and i didn't feel a thing.

last night a couple of seniors seemed intent on trying to convince me that goodbye doesn't mean forever. whatever the case, it's goodbye for now.

it's crazy of them to send me off at the airport so early in the morning.

but all the same it's really nice.

i promise i won't cry... till i enter the departure hall alone.

just kidding ;) whatever will happen, will happen. as hard as you try to, it's impossible to defend against a tsunami. just hope there's not enough elements to start one rolling.