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!!!
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7 years ago
It speaks of a sad truth dat is impending and imminent, and yet a truth that we so reluctantly refused to accept, one time or another.
ReplyDeleteAnd yet, oddly, our fifth and most final year did not carved much of a deep memory i think. It is as if we have already parted a year ago, in respect, that is, to the whole class.
Because of the differnece in class now, many had became irrelevant, even in the same class, some of us have become irrelevent as well.
Well..still, even in later years to come, I am sure all of us would enjoy, and neevr get bored to reminisce the very best of our our skul life.
Aint it?