Saturday, February 23, 2013

23rd February - It's The End

It's the end of ITE. The last day of school was yesterday. We've submitted everything. My life now has no purpose. I feel so empty inside. I don't know what to do now. I've spent the whole day today loafing around both at Vincent's house and at my own.

After school yesterday we went to Zhi Xian's house for a steamboat dinner. Unfortunately, there was no beef. But the company made the food taste better. Us sitting around a table, eventually we began to bring up old events that happened throughout our course in ITE. Gossiped a bit about people we hate. Told stories. We laughed. We ate. We had fun. Yeah...

To think that 2 years passed so fast. I never thought that I'd miss ITE. I couldn't fathom why my ITE friends would miss it when they were about to graduate and go to the 'supposedly' better Polytechnic, but now I know. No matter where you are, you can make memories. And you can cherish them. You can make friends. And once you leave, you will miss them. Because friends eventually will drift apart. You might stay friends maybe for a few months. Maybe a year or two. Maybe just a week, before you forget about him/her altogether. But eventually, time will make us forget. And we'll go on with our lives, possibly not meeting the other party again. Come the Game Packaging test on March 7, and our graduation ceremony, those might be the last times we might ever see each other. After that, we might make new friends, and forget about the times we spent in ITE. The idea itself is sad. Yet, when it happens, we'll all pay it zero heed. And that's what frightens me. I've had fun with the people I met here. Wesley, with his great humor and charisma. Zi Sheng, my partner who's stood by me throughout. Shirleen, the only person ever to win me constantly in arguments. Gavin, a shy, unnoticed talent. Rai, the amazing copy artist. Zuhayr, always full of nonsense.
These memories that I've made here are irreplaceable. I can only hope that I will never forget them. And for them not to forget me. So that perhaps, one day, we might bump into each other in the future.

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