The last day

"Some things cannot be explained by science
while some things cannot be explained at all"
-Malik

This will most probably fall beyond the spectrum of your imagination but I've been plagued with the Stockholm Syndrome for quite a while already. Although ludicrous and also completely uncharacteristic of the Kenneth you know, these inexplicable affections have escalated since the third quarter of 2005, redoubling in intensity over the past as well as final week of my tiresome stint at Pulau Tekong.

So, this is how the greatest story ever told concludes- the captive crossed to the side of his kidnapper.

The initial hours of my recently recovered civilian life are somewhat accompanied by a rush of nostalgia inducted by an odd development of a deep affection for Pulau Tekong which I can no longer be part of. Yet she will always remain a part of me. Should I squelch or entertain this palate of dispirited emotions? I can but hope for this crestfallen stupor to wear off with haste as I'm helpless at answering that question, albeit itsa simple 2 option multiple choice one.

This endless day yields to its fate by drawing to a close as the sun continues its dip past the horizon with much reluctance, imploring to the heavens for even the slightest impediment to its motion. Night has already fallen, yet its rays last forever.

-Kenneth Wong. We will one day meet again.