These were the words emblazoned on the grandstands at Geylang Bahru. As a kid, whenever my dad drove past Victoria, I've always read out the words, either aloud or to myself. At 13, I was introduced to a song which this phrase originated from, and since then, I've sung this song with gusto every time I get the chance to.

But it's during my meetings with the boys that this phrase truly resonates within me.

A friendly visit from the Singaporean turned German student Basil, and this time, we decided on a pocket friendly place instead of cut throat $33 Nasi Padang. The cool Simpang breeze that brought along suspicions of an impending rain was just the start to an evening of nonsense. Catching up, reminiscing, and even being reminded of long forgotten incidents... it was noisy, boisterous and crude. Very much a throwback to the days when the crimson badge hung above our shirt pockets.

Dinner was followed by a LAN gaming session. My previous foray into LAN gaming lasted a meagre 30 minutes with me not getting the hang nor the appeal of CounterStrike. Close to a decade later, there I was, this time playing better and actually enjoying myself. I was not familiar with the controls, nor was I familiar with the maps, but just aimlessly walking around and shooting everyone in sight, be it friend or foe, was quite a joy to behold.

Then came the decision to play DOTA. A game I've never played before. I ended the night killing one person, and in return, I was killed more than 70 times. Amusing statistics that strengthens my resolve to DO(n')TA anymore. It was fun having my own sneaky mission where I walk one big round around the forest and singlehandedly try to destroy the tower. (And I actually succeeded!) But that said, I spent have the time re-spawning back to life due to the numerous times that I ended up dead.

A slow drive back and once again, I have to say that the radio plays the best songs at night. Debbie Gibson, David Cook and finally, Take That. I'd wait for life.

A good night of fun and laughter. A good way to begin the year with the boys who gave me the best growing up years.

The crimson badge is no longer pinned above my pocket every morning, but instead, etched in the fibers of my heart. Thy sons are we, and we will not forget.