Hello readers, nice to be here again after a long comma.

School life was practically over for me yesterday, 27th of November 2008, which happens to be the last day of my SPM examination. School life is over, wonderful! Some might just quote that, maybe even more of them. As for me, I woudn’t be one of them who will actually say that. School life is over, yes. The burden of hill scaled homework and duties of being a librarian and being kempt all the time is washed away, True. But are they all? Are that the only reasons we should start rejoicing? In my personal opinion, no. Those are such minor things. Things which come and go in half a blink of the eye. I will not rejoice that I have came out of the schooling period. I may have let myself free from all those sickening and troublesome duties but hey, I’m still a human. A human has feelings, emotions, love, passion, and friends. What about my friends? Will I be able to see them, let alone communicating with them, laughing with them, sharing thoughts with them? Maybe 1 or 2, but what about the majority? As it is now, some of them have plans to Auckland, London, and New Zealand. And as for myself, I have yet to decide. Leaving school behind was a heavy thing to do. Leaving memories behind, has the hard thing to do. Leaving love behind, was the most impossible thing. Moisture covered my eyes when I left, and I barely made it seem transparent. People whom I know, people who I care who are still in the school. When wil I be able to meet them again? I know, when there is a meeting, there will be departure. Undeniably true, and agonizing as well. Facts are what we usually flee from and hence the birth of fictional books and legendaries. What I fret about is the system of life. The cycle. Why must we leave behind those we love and care about behind and go our seperate ways? Why can’t we leave, and bring the others with us without causing a problem at all? This is not a problem with humanity and civilisation because if it was, the problem was never there. A problem is only a problem, when one cannot solve it the way he has dreamt of solving it. This, is a problem with the system, of life. Time flew. Aye, it flew. I still remember the day I stepped into the first form. Dare not iI forget it. I fainted in school because of fear. I remember all that happened on that day. And now, I sometimes do feel that I have just finished my PMR exam which in fact, I have already come out of school. How could time possibly fly that fast? To some, 2 years crawl by. To me, it is a jet. My friends in Form3, Form2, Form1, and Form4. I have left them, only physically. In my heart, they remain forever, challenging the limit of eternity. To those whom I care of, you will always remain in my heart, until the day which will never, ever come.

Arrivederci, ciao.