The bestest experience at Harbin was the skiing and the slope. You get to sit in this tube and then ride down the slope that has a fall of angle around 70 degrees. The adrenalin rush as you slide down the slope beats all summertime activities. However, there's a special moment, even for the onlooker from the side, as when the tube is slowing down, it brushes up a swirl of snow flakes from the ground. The sight was very mystical.

I look and I look. Travelling on the train now has given me more things to look at. 2 years ago, I am able to look at Chung Cheng students and not being aware of myself too much, afterall they don't know I am from the same school. Now, I can gladly place my glare on both MJC and cchms students. Looking at how much the uniform has changed and reminiscing about the times where I would go home with different companies. I would start to question their actions, way of wearing the uniform and also their attitude in my mind. Criticises and more criticises. It is so hard to find just one student that seems to be a better role model than myself! That is of course what comes from my point of view, as a graduate.

I cannot really imagine how the future will be like, without a signpost or something that will point out the way for me. In which the signpost will reveal itself very soon. Right now, I am starting to feel the weight of 2 years of education. Everything will be decided on that very day, or as jiemin said, most people might change decisions on that very day. Smooth is the way I want to walk, ease is the life I aim to live, simplicity is the best I hope to get.

The day has come when farewell is said.

The day has come when tears are to be shed.

The days we spent were left to fate.

The days went past when we love to hate.

Each time I cried, my tears landed on your shoulder.

Each time you cried, your tears landed on my heart.

Each time I laughed, you never want to be the joker.

Each time you laughed, I never want to be far apart.

Every night I hope to hear your voice, even if you will never speak to me.

Every night I hope to smell your shirt, even if you were far away from me.

Every night I hope to see your face, even if you cannot make it.

Every night I hope to kiss you goodnight, even if you just left me.

Every night I hope to feel your love, even if you cannot be with me.

Every night I hope to dream about you, even if it's not reality.

Maybe it applies to you, or maybe not.

Just what I felt, just my thoughts.

Hope you won't stop holding on,

An end is just a new beginning.

So be strong and move on,

Because, life still has new meanings.

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