I'd always thought that the whole farewell-moment, bracing yourself for the goodbye thing sounded pretty awful. Some things are better left buried and forgotten, as my friend would say. I'd be happy to forget all of the bitter memories, for example ( moments of locking yourself alone in your bedroom and cry a river ), and when it comes to high school, does anybody want to relive the craps people talked about you and remember curses that were thrown right in front of you or to figure out your friends, trusted friends betrayed you? Who cares about haters now when you are in the right position. I can only afford to be grateful that I met of those people I love: Cabrini, Dyona and Jessica. Went to SMK Bintulu and cracked my head for five years, rushing every morning for prefect duties in my final year and faced those haters who thought us as losers definitely not a mistake. I succeeded and to be more exact, we succeeded. We proved our talents in drama competitions, debate and most of competitions that we participated. We fought like it was our final moment of life, we worked so hard by giving our all, sacrificed our times, materials and of course, our personal desires merely to meet the expectations of our teachers, school and families. Sometimes it was hard carrying the burdens on our shoulders but I say, "Impossible is not a word, but merely a reason for us not to try". Again, those efforts worth the sweats: we embraced the moments of successes (: Now, all is well. Specifically, I thought of the time in our final year ( Form 5 ) when everyone in class was working so hard when SPM was around the corner. History was one of my worst subjects(other than Physics and Chemistry) and I prepared less than a month for the public exam. The worst part, most of the essay questions were asking about common sense. Dyon was cursing and me, heartless. I thought of the time when my Bio teacher stared at me as I walked into the laboratory for coming five minutes late. I hadn't thought about that in forever. One of the memories I didn't even know I remembered, if you know what I mean. That's merely the kind of thing that students do, being be punctual is a responsibility, but sometimes we are caught on something whether on purpose or not (: High school was challenging, all those school days when you hope that everything was going to be alright. There were days you woke up 40 minutes after the alarm clock rang because your hands had the tendency to automatically turned it off without you realizing it and prayed to God you could borrow one complete experiment report from one of those geniuses half an hour before the class started. I felt so lazy that I did last minute revisions and woke up with panda eyes the next morning and sat for the exams. Two weeks sitting for exams, it was tremendously amazing if I survived. The moment when I cherished the weekends, and thanked God for the way the morning light turned the walls in my bedroom the color of cream, the smell of breakfast my Mom prepared and alone in my bedroom with my Fender guitar.
So much you can laugh at and cry for. One thing, you should never lose yourself no matter what happened in the past or will happen in the future.
