This post should serve the only purpose of keeping my thoughts in print, for no audience is, and will be, around to read it.

It has come to the final lap of the training, and farewell looms like a huge tidal wave, ready to come upon you at any time. It is with some nostalgia as I recall the times we had fun training, doing stuff, and cheering one another on. Indeed, they are friends hard to come by, friends who are prepared to stand by your side. Even without the burden of strong emotions threatening my mood, it is still with difficulty to see things come to an end.

Nonetheless, an end signifies a start.

While recollections always leave a bitter aftertaste, a new start would bring forth a second chapter of this new life, and would certainly mean a shorter time to the day of freedom.

It is hard to express the emotions of remembering the good old times, but still, may the time be gone fast.