writing it...

it's the last day of the year... 2007

it's yet another day in a year where i'm gonna sit quietly and flashback on what i did in this year then kiss this year goodbye.



frankly speaking, not much things happen. but i couldn't say that as many things i experienced in this year...

year 2007... 7 is my favourite num and i hope it brings good things to me in this year but it was awkward... this year... i saw many deaths... many unhappy things occur...

had many activities this year but giving it out of 10, i only enjoyed 2-3 of it...

there must be death in order for resurrection... as the number 8 represents ressurection, let 7 represent death... hope that year 2008 be a promising year for all of us...

i had a great time planting memories in form 6.
my form 6, started at july2006 and ended 3 december2007. time really flies.

i just can't believe i finish my stpm in a blink of an eye. my days in form 6 ended when the time reached 4.30pm 3 dec monday afternoon. at 1st, i felt so relieve that i finally get to feel the taste of freedom. for the next 6 months, no more waking up early, no homework, no strict disciplines and much more that you could expect from a school.

when night falls, classmates gathered at my house for a bbq. the bbq that night went quite smooth. by the end of the bbq, it just left the foofeets hanging out at my place.

some of my classmates and i went to lundu the following day for a trip and stayed there for one night. the 2 days in lundu passed so fast like the waves washing the shores and the sands leaving the beach. at that time, i really can't believe it... are we goin to part ourselves after returning kuching from lundu just like that?? how about the memories we had shared in the one and a half years time in form 6?? the laughters we shared?? the support on each of our backs??are we gonna slot these memories in a time capsul to burry it in the ground??....

.....face the fact..... this is life.....

there are times that we should leave something behind in order to move forward.

memories-a past progressive noun. we cant always hold back living in the past. nobody can walk forward straightly with their head facing back.

move on with life.