Monday, 15 June 2009,
It's monday today. Wanted to blog yesterday, but there was a sudden change of schedule. Many things to say, I froze them, and left it till today. So here I go...
Was writing an essay for CL holiday homework. I remembered that my teacher once asked me, whether my style of writing belong to those who write on topics related to their lives. I nodded. This time round, coincidentally, I was writing about my past and it bumped into ATC and STC... ...
I never forgot how panic I was last year when they went to ATC. As I eat my canned food that my mother prepared for me due to her rushing, suddenly remembered of them. 7+pm, around the time I had my dinner when I was in ATC... It feels like as though there is a rock weighing onto your heart and you cannot stop worrying about it, until Sunday, she was the first to message me, and I heaved a sigh of relief... ...
This year, I was more panicky than the last. My brother is going as well. They were not much of a worry, as they have become CLs, more matured and more prepared. Feels so weird as my brother returned with all his talks. It is as though I am listening to what I have been through during my time. The essay was completed and sent to the teacher. With my weak expression, I think that is one of the best essay that I have written so far this year. Hopefully, the teacher agrees with it.
仿佛在朋友的玩笑下，真的变成了一个老伯。三天两夜，一边写着作文，以便尝试想象着乌敏岛的情景。好像和他们一起玩了，在重温当时的旧梦。我无时无刻都在“碎碎念”，跟父母说弟弟会怎样怎样，心里，也挂念着一群好友。直到他们回家那天，还在催着爸爸去码头接弟弟回家。
虽然很想念这一切，但是风筝越飞越远是事实。我已经不是控制风筝的人，也没有能力控制那高高在上的风筝。或许，他们已经不算是风筝，而是鸟儿，能控制高度、方向的鸟儿，翱翔在那片属于他们的天空。好多时候，真希望能与他们一起飞翔，可是我知道那片天已不属于我的，强迫自己飞上去，后果将是不堪设想。
如今，我有如站在大草原上的那个小孩，看着彩色的风筝远去，欢乐无比。那些风筝，是陪我度过童年，一起成长，一起玩乐的回忆。虽然有丝丝不舍，但还是笑着，挥着手说：“风筝拜拜!祝你们好运!”
我不应该，也不能够羡慕他们。毕竟，我也曾在那片广阔的蓝天飞过。光阴似箭，真的觉得自己“老”了。每当看着以前的照片，找到自己，泪就会在眼眶打滚。我真的好怀念过去，真的好怀念... ...
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