岁月的流逝，是我最大的恐惧。

Time flies. Cliche but nevertheless undeniably true.

I am so proud of myself. Finally packed my room after much procrastinating, and threw away around 3 boxes of unwanted stuff. It is unbelivable, but every time I clean my room, I manage to chuck tons of things into the garbage bin. It's like, I throw away more stuff than I pack. Yet, mommie never fails to complain that there are plenty of things that I should throw away, especially those under the "for memory's sake" category. Haha yup, I classify my stuff, so neat right! Manga, CCAs (90% St John stuff, ADMIN T.T), Economics, Maths, Chemistry, English, Chinese, Random, and last but not least, "for memory's sake".

In case you were wondering, "for memory's sake" consists of presents and precious messages from friends, dunman high yearbooks, autograph books, and many more miscellaneous stuff like the nametag for temasek seminar =.=

Seriously, I have already improved a great deal. Last year, I still kept all my primary school presents with their wrapping papers in a box despite mommie's exasperation and insistence that I throw or give them away. I was like playing tug-of-war with her lah! If I let down my guard for even a second, my precious presents would land up in the dustbin T.T

Oh wells. This time round I gave in. Perhaps I have matured, or perhaps my immunity has increased.

It's amazing how I managed to depress for 6 months over graduating from Park View. In Secondary 1, I wanted to isolate myself so that I won't forge friendships with anyone. So that I won't be sad again when it's time to part. Now that I recall, it seems to be such a silly thought. Yet, the fear of separation was so real and overwhelming at that time. In the end, I still ended up crying when 2D had to split up. And OMG. Passing out from St John in Year 4 almost killed me. I cried for days and nights until my eyes were swollen like anything. I almost swore not to have friends ever again.

After experiencing countless times of separation, I understand that regardless of how painful it is at that moment, time will heal the wound eventually. Yet, this understanding doesn't seem to help. Whenever I realise how time flies, and how at this time next year I will bid farewell to dunman high, tears just flow uncontrollably. Somehow I have the feeling that it will be totally different from the past. So different that I will never ever recover again.

For I love the school like anything.