Oh,
the moment had arrived.
Oh,
the moment when everyones leaving.
Today stands a very memorable event held in the auditorium. 50 plus people had decided to leave us and strive for their dreams.
Its been 6 remarkable years in the Maktab Sains. From the day we enter this school, not knowing anyone to now, a family full of love. We surely had gone through something. Something that cannot be exchanged for any values of money. Sure enough, after 6 years, we decided to separate each other. A group at the far west of the globe, while us staying in this peaceful Abode of Peace waiting to pounce on any scholarship and reunite with each other one day. The day we can talk about our career, family and money. A day we reminisce the times we had in our school life. A day we think wisely like a man.
Remember the time we played ice-breaking activity in the Rimba Maktab Sains introducing ourselves. Shy and naive. Two words i could describe. Cute too maybe HAHA. Aww, the old times. The times we played football in the basketball court near the isolated toilet. We had football tournament at the big field in a rainy day. Covered with mud but our enthusiasm didnt prevent us from playing in such a bad weather.
In form 2, the highlight of the year was the time we danced in the stadium. That was really fun because we had chance to skip lessons and come late to school. But the best part was being with you friends, playing and taking photos in the buses. We helped each other tying the ''sinjang'' and practiced together sharing light moments, disturbing each other and played around. The very infamous word created during that time was '' MAMAMU-YEAHHH '' HAHA. I seriously missed the old times. Having the chance to spend time with you friends was the best times of my life.
Till now, lots had happened. Everything.. together. Going out together. Playing together. Studying together. In fact, almost everything. And now, you people are leaving us for your own good. Nevermind, you all remember. Someday, we will meet again. In years time to come, i wouldnt know. But someday, we will come back and sit at that familiar UIC table again, chatting and talking like in the past.
May god bless you good luck in everything you do.
I will miss you all. Seriously.
K263.
