As usual, I punched in the car key into its hole and turned the engine on. As I waited for the engine to get heated, I pull out a CD from the case and pushed on the button, hoping to hear Glen Hansrd's 'Falling Slowly'. Instead, Maddy's 'Four Minutes' secluded every inchh of my car... I pressed the next button till I settled with 'Lucky' by Mraz and Colby. I drove out of my porch belting out the words of the song and as I was approaching a junction after like four minutes I saw people crowding around. I slowed down and took a closer look and saw a man lying on the road. A 'banged' bike was there within a foot or two. My heart cried to stop and help but my feet kept stepping on the gas department wanting to leave as soon as possible. If I were to stop, I would've been late for work. I felt guilty but I made my choice of leaving the scene. Am I a bad person? Hard to tell but I do believe that it is all in the mind of each individual.

The semester has come to a near end. One more day to go before my so called children fly out this so called nest to find greener pasture. Im proud of what I have done this year and wish to continue my excellency for the coming year. I'm truly going to miss em' all but they gotta do what they gotta do... I have fed them with all the food they need and I hope and wish for their well being. Perhaps one day, I get to meet them somewhere and see them as someone who is a somebody. I can still remember the motto my friends and I created when we were in UPM which goes "We Come, We See, We Teach(touch)"... I can't tell on behalf of others of the meaning of it to them but to me it's something I hold on to. I'm not trying to win a Nobel or whatsoever though it maybe good to be recognized, but I'm just doing my best trying to mow the lawn well.

Adding to the teaching part... I was at the Chicken Rice shop the other day with a student of mine. He needed a getaway, so I took him out. As we were enjoying the food, I saw a fammiliar face passing by with an old lady. I dropped my fork and spoon and rushed to the door to get her. In front of 'Johnny's' she stood puzzled thinking of the food her heart desire when I poked on her shoulder and there we were exchanging our awe to have seen each other. 'Oh, My God' was the first thing she uttered...'How are you Ms.Vim?' was my first word... I was glad because all this while I have been wanting to meet her. My Form 5 English teacher. The best teacher a person could ever ask for. I would have regretted it for life if I do not say 'Hi' to her. I would say that she is one of the people who have placed me at the very place I am right now. Her stories and good advice have given me some sort inspiration at that very young age. To my surprise, she remembered me and all the clowns in class though it was like ten years ago. She used to call our class as the "House of the Setting Sun" cos we were a 'lil' passive. She even remembered the sketch we put together for the English Month of the year 1999... 'Wow!' I said when she started reading the lines of our sketch. well, she said it was one her best years and that she enjoyed our year.

Well, this picture is not exactly the picture of my Form 5 class but a picture of those golden years of mine when I was in school... Those were some of the moments and time I will always treasure...