She had her friends, I had mine. I was preoccupied, so was she.

I didn't bother much, as the opportunity didn't occur to me at that time. I just went about my daily routine. Routine, that was what it became when I was year 2. You knew what to expect, you knew what you had to do, you knew what the consequences would be. Somehow, as I look back now, I don't seem to remember what I did in year 2, only memories of year 1 and 3 fill my head.

Maybe it was the aftermath of the block elections that year. The people made their choice and I let them decided on what I was to be. The past year had been long and hard, and my studies was still just above the tide level to stay afloat, after a horrifying start.

So I guess my year 2 was spent recuperating and healing the wounds of battle. Routine then. Just for the moment, and then forgotten. It was like a planning stage for the next year. There was stepping up to higher positions in hall, there was student exchange to think about, and also what to concentrate in life science in year 3. It was like your future was dawning upon you and you had to lay the bricks on your path as it was drawing nearer and nearer. Everything else was routine. The events, the photos for memories, the long nights in the lounge. All routine as I think about what's ahead.

The only major events that I remembered were when my friends approached me for JCRC, and it was heartbreaking rejecting them for SEP. But I had to make a choice. Then it was Rag and all about Rag. That's all.

I still remember how I was recruited. And how my heart was saying one thing to everyone and how my head was sitting on the other side of the fence. I knew I was going to fight a losing war, but if you don't show it, and instil belief in everyone, there was hope that you might win it. In the end, although we didn't win it, I believe we won their hearts. And that to me, was a priceless victory.

However, I guess the reason why I remembered Rag so well was because this was the time when I made a promise to myself. That despite having your heart and head going different directions, I had to only show what my heart wanted. While my head could only reflect in quiet moments in my room. It was hard, yes, and it's in these tough moments that you remember them the most.

This didn't just applied to Rag alone, it applied to her as well.