بِسْــــــــــــــــــمِ اﷲِالرَّحْمَنِ اارَّحِيم
In the name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful
السَّلاَمُ عَلَيْكُمْ وَرَحْمَةُ اللهِ وَبَرَكَاتُهُ
Best Wishes Upon You, And Blessing Upon You and Barakah ALLAH upon you
SPM results was coming out this week…
but somehow I don’t know why, I did reminiscence the day I got my results...
but I reminiscence the last day I’ve been to that school… the last day I had in
that particular institution… not just high school, matriculation too…
The Last Day…
It’s still fresh in my memory,
on the day of the last paper…. After the last paper had finish, all of us went
straight towards the field… some of us were taking pictures… some were
celebrating…and some were having that touching last moment… having that last
moment with their friends…
I still remember, saying I’m
sorry to my friends, telling them not to forget me, asking them to hang out at
the mall next week…
We took the last picture as a
high school student, with our school uniforms on…
And finally, one by one my
friends went home, either by bus, bike, motor or parents…
We say our goodbyes and
farewells before we meet again, which may next week, or even on the day we get
our spm results…
And then the during taking the
results, yeah we met again, but for a short while… we flash our results, congratulate
each other, hugs and kisses… and then say our goodbyes and farewells again… and
this time, hoping to see each other is spreading thin, some will fly a far,
some will be near… some will meet again and some will took a whole decade to
meet again…
It comes again during the final
day in matriculation… after the finals, the same thing happens, farewell and
goodbyes… but this time, I have a roommate and a whole group of best friends… saying
goodbye to them is the hardest… hugging them for the last time was like
eternally separated… one of my friends went home to Sabah, and continue to
study there in UMS, the others further their study in UNIMAS…
It’s not just about the
farewells to our friends, but also the places we actually grew up, the wounds
we made and the memories that we carved in that places…
Stepping out of the school and
matriculation gate, the classroom and the hostel room, was unbearable… we wish
we could never leave such place… but we can’t… we can't stay and be there any longer... we need to move on...
So we took that last glance… looking
back a few times… shedding tears and says ‘I will missed this place… I will
never forget this school/matriculation’… and finally as we depart, we wave our
last goodbyes… to our friends and to the places we grew up in….
...Waving The Last Goodbye…
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Eventhough I always return to my
high school and matriculation, the feeling is not the same… I’m no longer the
students there… sometimes, when I went there, the memories just flew by me… I missed
those days… I missed my schools, my teachers, my friends… and I also missed the
nice gardeners, the generous cafeteria lady and the chatty sales person at the
co-op…
Even though I have wave my last
goodbyes… it was never a goodbye… it was ‘till we meet again’
To the Class of 2009 [C09] SMK
Ibrahim, Sungai Petani Kedah and Batch 2010/2012 Penang Matriculation,
teachers from both institution, I missed you so… and till we meet again…
…I Hold On To That Last Memory...
...Carved In It My Heart...
...Decorate It In My Dreams...
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