Tuesday- the biggest sorrow. Everything was fine in the morning until night time. Many things happened in school. I bickered with the two Malaysian scholars and it was kid of fun, I had my last Chinese lesson today, and we had the group pe in the rain for the first time. Chinese had been my main spoken language ever since I've started to talk, and until now, I've already gone through 13years of education, involving Chinese. It is an amazing language and an amazing culture lies within it, behind it, and surrounding it. Deep and wide, vast and profound- the language which had linked up the majestic mass of land in the northeast. Never in my lifetime had I thought of not taking the subject anymore, as it had always been where my strength lied. To me, it is very much of a matter-of-course, because it had blended into my life well and perfectly. However, unexpectancies do happened. Today was my last lesson of Chinese. To many, it may be a relief and a happy-ever-after. But I wasn't feeling the least bit of joy. Today, I was going to part with the language I've always been so familiar with. I felt solemn. I didn't feel like talking and that scared Sinyee and WenShin. They thought I was angry with them because of the bickers and teases we've had earlier the day. Well, I wasn't. I was just sad over the very fact that I'm leaving for real this time round. At least, severing ties with a language isn't as bad as severing tie with a friend, needless to say, a best friend...