At times,the only thing I would wonder to myself whenever I see you...

"Why do you hate me so much?"

Ok,maybe I am just assuming.
But it feels so weird,every time you stare at me
Like I am an alien or something.
Why oh why?

Farewell,friend.

Today,time passed by really fast especially when we were all having a good time.

But I knew today would end fast.

Just before you go,I wanna tell you something.

Thank you for being a dear friend to me,
teaching me how to drive(when I was such a lousy driver)

I cannot imagine being so close to you after a wide gap.
We were close in kindergarten,
though I hated you then,
I remember we going and coming back in the same school van
When we arrived at your house,
you would be just about to put your shoes on.

And I wondered to myself "What a laid back boy you are".
Never saw you in primary school as we went separate paths.

But in high school,I met you.
I don't think it gave me much excitement to see this rascal AGAIN,
but nevertheless we were in different class.
Girls(those whom I knew) liked you,
Though I never understood that attraction about you
You were tall,and just ordinary looking
Plus you were such a rascal
I didn't see that as an attraction

Years passed by and we were in the same class
I joined the bowling club
and you were already representing school
So then you taught us the right technique to bowl
And though the first few rounds,I managed to hit the pins
The rest of the rounds the ball went rolling towards the drain

But you taught me the basics
With a lot of care
So my perspective changed about you
"How could you be a rascal in class and out here,a different person?"
This question bugged me

After SPM,we did hang out as a gang
And only then I realised that you were a different person,
Matured and wiser,
With the right advise for different situations

After more hangouts,
I realized that you accepted me for who I am

Some of the things that you say will always be carved in my heart,
Anne is the limewire of the gang la.Without you,the gang would be so boring
Funny girl...

And other stuff that you will always tell me,
But deep down inside,those words made me smile,
Those words kept me for who I am.

Since you're leaving soon already,
Couldn't cry in front of you,
As I had to hold the tears from gushing out,

I just wanna say

I am lucky to have you as a friend.
I am blessed to know you.
I love you very much.
Though it's only a year,and I know you're pretty excited to embark a new journey,
But I am sad.
Sad because you'll be so far away.

I want you to know
That I appreciate our time together.
And again,
I love you.

Here there are a number of Sarawakians and Sabahans.And every time I look at them,there is this weird sensation inside me.It reminds me of Long Lamai.And whenever I walk past them or look at them,it feels as though they've brought a part of home here.Home.And whenever I talk to them,Long Lamai would always be slipped into the conversation.

When I went for my first CF here last week,the memories came rushing through.From the way they spoke to the alkitab,and the prayer said aloud.The only thing that came to mind all the time was Long Lamai.They did this too.Their names were all very weird too.Just like home.

And a part of me,wanted to reach out to them.It was as though I knew them.I want to connect to them.Just like how connections were created freely in Long Lamai.

They don't really know me yet.They don't know that my love for them was there,because every time I looked at them,I saw home through their eyes.

Only time will tell.