Thoughts ?

It’s late in the night, and as I sit down and contemplate on the one year and a half that has just gone by, it’s been the most eventful period of my life. And I pray God that I may never go through such a harrowing experience ever again.

I don’t know whether to feel excited or to fear the worst – for now. I beat my drums in solitude yesterday, knowing full well that this could very well be the last time I beat out the rhythm inside me before having to go for my National Service stint.

My Contract law exam is on Thursday morning, and despite having gone through the book like, three or four times, I’m still anxious as to how they might word the questions. Will it be difficult like 2008 ? Or will they relent ?

I’m still thinking about the few memorable events that define this period of one and a half years.

Being in the teachers’ room in the Alliance Française, going through my spoken test, and ultimately doing it well.
Seeing mom seated by my side as I played the drums.
Singing my heart out during the French-speakers’ reunion on Saturday night.
Composing Impromptu Huit Vingt-Sept.
Meeting two new friends.
Classes with Ms Meera, Ms Barclay and Soleil.
The concert with Ms Susan’s students at that concert hall in Kelana Jaya.
Lunches at KL Sentral.
My very first coloured journal.

I’d never want to erase these thoughts from my memory for a long time.