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Another Chapter of My Life
As I bid my friends farewell, throughout the week,
(It all ended serenely)
I prepare for my journey onwards to Malaysia,
I returned to my old school on the last day before I went off,
There, I observed something peculiar,
there's always a balance of atheletes and scholars,
Maybe I had forgotten it or never realised it,
but after so long away from the environment,
I stare in awe at what the school has produced,
similar products.
Of course this is the superficial level,
but then, I think it's so intriguing.

We are like basic blocks,
going through stages of refining through a factory,
at ones stage we got nuts and bolts,
then upgrades,
then painted in different colors,
then fitted with different skins,
Finally, we were categorized into different series,
yet the basic element of each series retains for each year.

It is again, superficial, as the school system,
training people to recognized what are basics,
what are advanced material,
giving us a chance to give out our own talents,
yet our function is nevertheless the same
as batches of students before us,
and same goes for future students.

I saw places where memories evoked themselves,
primary till secondary school,
All of them so seemed so far away
When I only stood above the grounds at which they happenned.