/* This may be sentimental. */

Will be taking my driving practical test this friday... I really hope I can pass on the first attempt. Well, who doesn't?... Yet, I also have this feeling of "i can't bear to leave the driving school...".

If I pass, i may never again step into the driving school, I may never again see my driving instructor... It's not as if we know each other very well. In fact, we hardly talk in the car, as it affects my concentration... Yet, I know that I will miss these days when there is someone on the passenger side of the car, giving me instructions, directions, sometimes nagging, sometimes scolding, sometimes sarcastic, sometimes joking...

I wonder if the instructors keep in touch with any of their students... They have so many students... maybe they are already de-sensitized... and I'm just another student to them. One, among all the faceless many, that, they teach every year...

One thought arises from this: In one lifetime, we come into contact with so many people... People whom we know intimately, people who were once in our life, but not so anymore, people whom we used to be good friends with, but now, we have gone our own ways, and people we walk past everyday, whom we will probably never ever speak to...

There are many lives whom we have moved on from, and who have moved on from us... eg: the primary school teacher who got transferred before the year is over; the deskmate who used to sit next to me in class, the partner who used to line up together with me, hooking our little fingers during recess time; the group of girls I used to hang out with in primary school; the group of girls I used to hang out with in secondary school; the girl who used to be my good friend in JC; the girl whom I shared a room with in my first semester in hall; the people who were in the same group as me during camp...

Gosh... the list could just go on and on...

Yes, sometimes we have tried... tried to keep in touch... but it is so difficult... we have gone on to different schools, have had different experiences... that we could never be as close as we used to be...

I feel a certain sense of loss...

Yet, we continue to build more relationships everyday... a smile here, a touch of love there...

It sort of brought me back to a quotation I read somewhere (not in exact words):
"Let me do all the good I can do here, for I may not pass this way again..."