Good books don't run by easily, and even scarcer than those are good friends. Half way into the final years of my secondary school life but it's like it's almost over. The rest of the year will soon be spent wrestling with school work, raising the bar in academics, and surely to preserve those fond memories in Scouts. But after a quick chat with Kwang Ik last night, it just hit me that Scouts was never an activity worth boasting about; no doubt, there was, and still is, no way I can tell someone that rope tying made my life a success without weaving a good bluff. More than just a guise, I had been hypnotized-but by something amazing-the power of friendship and camaraderie.