words that i keep.

i think yesterday was, if you want to put it this way, weird.

we're seeing someone off on a lonely journey but we celebrate. why so?
maybe we were just making memories while we still could. after all, life won't exactly be the same without shun. PW was a chore, but shun and zhao made it a lot better. and a B wouldn't have been possible without their help.

and it was weird. really. couldn't find the words to say at all. it's like you know someone's leaving, not like you won't see him again, but i guess it'll be different. i always thought our class would pull through, especially when we all got through the promotionals. it was a hard fight but we all got through somehow. scratches, bruises and wounds, no doubt about it all. but most importantly, we survived. call it luck or God's Grace. it doesn't really matter. we just got through it all.

but i guess all good things come to an end.
don't they all?

so here's wishing you all the best in all that you do.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

-The Road Not Taken; Robert Frost.