明天是华文O水准口试，我很怕D；有人可以给我勇气吗？
自从华文补习课完成了，我心中都觉得像有什么事不对证。
Something's not right. Its never right, never will be right. There's the empty feeling of having my Sunday morning free, not having anything to look forward to on Sunday morning except maybe chemistry tuition. There's this empty space where my heart once was, which can't ever be filled again.
And each time I think about it, Iam absolutely burdened by just the very thought of being unable to communicate my thoughts to the one who has been by my side, listened to my rants, and provided good advice.
Though she speaks chinese and I speak a mixture of both ( ah, how sad) , but mainly english, its a tough interaction. Yet somehow, we managed that.
I wonder what I'll do now that you've left me to stand on my own 2 feet. I know you're just a text message away. But its never the same. It will never be the same. And that, my buddies, makes me real sad.
I never knew that ache could be a physical pain, a real pain that exists as a knot tied deep in the pit of my stomach, resigning to tighten everytime I think about those days. Trust you, never say die, promise you!
To that, my sister, buddy, mentor and teacher, I salute you!
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