Last blog

The theme this week is endangered species, but I am not going to talk anything about it. This is because I feel that we spend so much of our lives not saying anything we want to say. The things we should say, we speak in short messages, writing letters, or most of the time, we just store them in our hearts. This is my last blog already, I am afraid I won’t have no more chance, if I don’t seize it this time.

When I first found that there is no more blog waiting for me, my only feeling was: How time flies! I can still remember the day I first came to Singapore and settled down in parry hall, feeling all alone, and then more than half a month passed with nothing being done. I can still remember one day after class, on the bus back to Eton hall, I said to Song yang: Half of our bridging course has passed and I feel that I have learnt almost nothing. Now, suddenly our English class is coming to an end and I feel that all those things happened yesterday. Looking back on the days we have covered, I feel that I have learnt something more or less. However, more importantly, I feel very lucky to meet all you fantastic people. Some are pretty, some are handsome, and some are naïve. We became friends and spent not very short time together. But good time always passes quickly. We are soon to put an end to English course, and then, we are going to enter different faculties in NUS. Years later, we will have different occupations, working in different places. One of my friend ever told me, when your friends fail, you will get upset; when your friends succeed, you will get more upset. I don’t know whether it is right or wrong. At least for me, I don’t quite agree with it.

I often imagine what we will be like ten, twenty years later, often imagine how we will walk further and further away on the roads of our own. I sometimes feel that my friends and I are on an old train, just like the one in Harry Potter, running towards the unknown future. Everyone carries their heavy luggage, with a both happy and nervous impression on the face. Every time when the train reaches a stop, someone get off and someone get on. I help them throw their luggage out off the window, waving goodbye to them. I feel that the scenery behind them is always indistinct but beautiful. Then the train moves on and I smile to my new friends. I don’t know what their lives will be like, but I pray for them, I wish they can find what they want finally. Maybe we are rather confused sometimes, or even far from ready to correction, but we dare to look for the ways of our own, running towards our tomorrows.

I wonder if we will meet again years later. Maybe at that time, there will have been a girl in your arms, or you are the girl in another man's arms; you will even have got a child; maybe you are not as young, not as handsome as now any more. But it really doesn’t matter, because I’m looking forward to see the longed for smiles on your faces. I think that may be the most beautiful expectation we can have.

Lastly, I want to say something I really want to say, plainly, simply, thank you for your company, all this way alone. Things wouldn’t have been the same without you.