Today is Friday. It means exam is coming. Hmm, I know is not very suitable to hmm, use the computer for entertainment these times. However, I really want to write something before the exam. It's kind like a record of my feelings like that. 

I didn't revise hard. I'm so lazy, I admit that. So, I have the time to type this thing.

 Sometimes I think I'm a bit childish. Havong good or bad results in one of my exams doesn't mean anthing in my life. If I really did have good results, maybe I can show off a little bit, but not a long time.

And sometimes I think, maybe working hard on exams is waht I should do while I'm young. I don't mean that I did this for my future. I mean for a good memory. Time never comes back. What you lost, then you lost it forever.  A lot of, like friendship, love, and the ones gone away. You love someone very much, but you don't see him or her much. When she or he died, you'll regret, and be quite sad.

I'm stil feeling sorry for a ex-friend. She is the one,except from my family, the one I have the longest relationship. Five years, we're always be with each other. Primary 6, we split up. I felt bored of keep working on projects with the same group of peple. I didn't put her in my group list. Then she was mad of me. I tried to explain, so she didn't hate me taht much , but we're not friends anymore. I recall now, it seems just like a pair of couples split up and they're only strangers to each other now, the stranger you know most.  I'm the one suggested to cut off this relationship. I  didn't think I was wrong. She doesn't understand me. It's good to work with different people to have more experiences. Why can't we just excahnge a bit? Why can't? It is childish to say that "I only work with my friends." It is childish, for we're only primary sudents. 

However, when I saw the birthday present she gave me, I felt sorry, very sorry. It is just a plastic bookmark, with the cartoon characters I like she drew for me. If I kept that kind of thinking in my head, I might could save this relationship.  Sorry, June. I know she will never receive my apologize. She might forget me already. She might forget this name  already, this strange name I used to call her. She is working hard to learn in a university. Hope you success. 

Is this life? Full of pain and conflict. This is experience? Because you hurt someone or you're hurt? 

Memory, she might not be a piece of memory of my life. She is a memory of me now, when I'm in the dark.