Yesterday, came back from the appreciation dinner. The theme was geek look, and it was fun.

But the real stars of the night are really the 14th comm, it’s their graduation party. Amidst the crazy antics and stuff, i kept thinking about just what was on each of their minds. Maybe not during the party itself, since it’s surely one hellavu logistics as well, but when the party ends and the music stops, what’s playing on their mind as each of them make their silent way home.

I wasn’t very close to any of them, so I wasn’t in the best position to know and understand the going-ons behind the scene. But one thing I’m pretty damn sure, is that this is one hellavu cca, even if it’s not visibly obvious to anyone outside the circle. Why else would the seniors and grand seniors make a beeline for just about every HI involved events everytime? Why else would we still identify strongly with the entity when we are no longer officially on the roster roll? So the amount of sacrifices, the amount of dedications, the late nights clocked in, the memories forged, for the comm really isn’t too difficult to imagine.

Sometimes, we try to quantify an experience using the amount of memorable memories inked on our little brains or the lessons that we picked up along the way. I would prefer to base it on the intensity of the aftermath at the end of every journey. The greater the impact of it, the harder it is for you to start all over again.

The end, such a scary place to start.
Every ending, is a new beginning.

I know a thing or two about endings. It’s still seemingly fresh that I still dream of it sometimes. 13 August 2008 to 17 January 2009, the greatest experience of my quarter-century long life. Drawing to a close then, it felt terribly terrible. I was officially an exchange student at LiTH, but in truth, I went to the school of life. My memories are filled with countless laughter and fun, but memories do fade and gets superceded. It’s the little lessons we picked up along the way, from one another, that remains significant, and its significance can only grow with age. Like the building stones of the first foundation of the person that we could be in the future.

When the parties end, and the music stops, that’s when we reflect and realised what a great deal we’ve been through. It’s like putting the full-stop after the last sentence of an amazing chapter in the diary. What awaits? I don’t really want to find out, till I’m totally done immersing myself in what have just happened.