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Friday, October 13, 2006

I can't control myself. I can't help this. But leaving the school is something I really hesitated. From the era of the fashionable center parting hair in sec 1, all the way until now, I've changed, so much with my friends. Suddenly when my teacher was giving the speech, I was so touched, touched by her sincerity and hope in me. I tolerated this warmth of this special day just for us but couldn't hold back that tears. From course to course, I've learned, changed and striving for the better.


Today is nonetheless the same, I'm even more will-powered to do well and study even much much more. They were right, why do we come to school ? Because of our dear peers who joked around and getting caught for unacceptable length and styles of hair. That place, my alma mater in just a the maximum 4 weeks' time, captures my everything and every part of me. I'll lock those fonded memories of times when I skipped lessons with JunHao and Ivan. I'll cherish this place which made me got acquainted with so many friends and later on on becoming real close and dear buddies.


What's with me today? I don't know. I never felt so grand and touched in school before. I hated school like usual but why is it today ? The steps of walk on the carpet was so hesitated. Because I'll never step in here again as and when I want for the rest of my life. I dragged my heavy feet and managed upstage. That was my last moment. My friends, class and Form Teacher, Mdm Saleha. I wished I could ignore the taboo of shaking her hand and go ahead hugging her for her utmost effort in me, undying hope in me. Thank you a hundred Teacher. I looked in your eyes and I almost fell those tears unwillingly. That moment on stage with you was so short. Too short for me to update you more about me ever since prelims.




Every thing looked so familiar since a long time stepped in the school. This kindled bond with the school and even the toilets, will remain as so, I promise.









Now, I threw my first step into the society. The last and final step is coming soon, wish me luck.



Since you left me dead laid here ;
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