10^th November 2012 – 2:30am – Ipoh

Assalamualaikum,

                Sometimes in life, we have to sacrifice something in order to move on with our life. Sometimes, that ‘something’ we sacrifice might be our bestest thing that we got in life. In order to move on, we have to accept the fact that we are sacrificing something in our life to achieve something better. Well, it doesn’t have to be an ‘official’ ritual to sacrifice , sometimes, by saying ‘Goodbye’ , it too, can mean that we are sacrificing.

Every Hello ends with a Goodbye

                That is one of the lines in Demi Lovato’s song that I’ve been listening to. It’s Catch Me sang by herself.  

                Today, exactly the same date and the same time, 10^th November 2012 at 2:30am, I left a friend, a best one, to pursue his dreams. He’s a Form 5 student in my school and has been a very good listener and also a very good suggester to me. He was the one who helped me in my AddMaths, Chemistry, Biology, Physics and Sejarah. How I still remembered that night before I sit for my Sejarah final year exam, I sat at the back of surau, studying with him. He told me everything that I should know about Renaissance and Reformation. Well, he’s been the top student in my school, always been the Top 3 student. Oh, his name is Wan Hafizan bin Wan Zukefli.

                Let me tell you a bit of the story. I met him when I was in Form 1 at STAR as a junior in Malay Debate. He was the one who guide me through everything. Well, then it comes to UKM tournament. That moment, I was offered to be the debater in the Swing Team. He told me to be one and I got it. I was the 3^rd speaker in the team and in my first tournament, I was announced as the Best Speaker in the round. He was proud that I was once his apprentice in debate. Then, it comes to Form 3. I was struggling for my PMR. I left debate as how I left everything except my education. But it didn’t mean that I didn’t come back to debate, he asked me to come back and I did. I did improve a bit but I lost everything. He was the one who told me to stay strong. I did and I am now strong. When it comes to Form 4, he guide me through everything to become a best Form 4 student eventhough I was not the best. But now, it’s time for him to continue and pursue his dreams. Good luck in SPM, Wan !

                Life in boarding school is like water was dropped out from a straw, when we blow it, it scatters everywhere. Some of them meets but some of them didn’t.

Sincerely,

Eyman Asyraf Masfazil