It's not the eid and it's feels like the end. Damn, although so much I enjoy these events but lately some part of my life is not complete. A series of infamous deaths. I guess time heals. The trial is over, all the suffering have ended. People can get back to sleep now. Although I admit that I wasn't serious about this examination, so I can expect my result to fall but with flying colors. By celebrating the end of fake SPM we organized a fake eid open house. We celebrated eid early.
A person once told me to take as much experience before marriage, you won't have time to do this often. I guess there's that truth in it. Playing fireworks reminds us about our childhood eh? Singing indian songs, watching scary movies, laughing together, experience together. I felt alive back then. Now we've grown up and still aging, I can already see how one day we will laugh to these special moments. There were those moments that stood us like we are a family, feels like a family. But one day a bird must leave it's nest. Sigh, must there be farewells.