Perhaps this will be the last, the last time we took up the calculator and tabulate to decimal margin, the last time we ever dress up so tediously (except for the LaLas), the last time we will ever meet again, that is, perhaps.
In years from now, we will be going places. To else where the world we've never explored, befriends with stranger we couldn't have imagine off. It's like when we got into the secondary school, but in broader magnitude, wider horizone.
But I believe I'll still cherish friendship we formed, the bonding magnified by tumbles and rumbles, strenghten by agony and deception (juz kiddin'). Perhaps in later years, I will still be pondering the story we shared, the tale we've crafted or perhaps not at all.
Frankly, I really wish to spend time with my friends and family in the post-SPM holiday. But perhaps to go away is to keep in.
Dear friends, thank you for your tolerance and support. I wish you a really really bright tomorrow.
Dear families, thank you very much too, haha. And please go to Angkor Wat next year!!!