is a true leaving...

4 years in Terengganu,
is not a short time,
go through all types of challenge,
still standing,
and not dying.

today,
as the bus slowly drove out from the institute,
all memories flash into mind,
still remember the first day i was here,
with my mom and dad,
a lot of bags,
and a piece of map,
depart from home with a strange feeling,
what place would i go?
is a place that bring happiness,
or a place full of uncertainty?
i cannot answer with the first sight,
because is totally different from all the places been before,
i still wait for the challanges,
that i hope would make me stronger,
and be more mature person.

after 4 years,
when i say goodbye to everything,
the institution,
the street,
the shops,
the places,
the state,
and also the people,
only then,
i found out the true feeling of me to this place,
not hate,
also,
not love,
but a feeling of leaving a place i already get used to.
all the momories i had,
time i hang around with friends,
the footsteps printed on the beach,
later,
i found that,
is not the place i do not like,
but the people matters.
when i was staying with people that are no the,
well, same 'channel',
it feels like in hell,
even that time,
hell is bettter than here,
but,
when i found friends that got the same interest,
it is like heaven.
all the fun and laugther,
the silly thngs we did,
and the 'coloured' topic we talk about,
the time i start to learn to be a....
lady?
haha...
just one question,
is this called save the best for the last?
the best time i ever had in the 4 years,
is the time i move out and stay with a bunch of friends,
that i never think i would be so good with them.

thanks for brighten up my life,
and be my 'charger' when i need you all,
thanks for leaving the best momories before i leave terengganu.

thanks pal...