JYSim for jobless-yokel Sim

With heavy reference to Mr. Chong Jieyang’s post: http://jieyang.blogs.friendster.com/yangs_blogs/2005/10/sad_reminiscenc.html
It was late one night during October 2005. I was online, having nothing to do after repeating Chapter 6 (whatever) of Biology. Jieyang was online, too, but he should sleep not later than 12. We were chatting as usual like we did during those unimaginable nights of solemnity and hopelessness. He told me he was crying, and I remember asking if Shi Lin finally decided to break up with him, and he said no. He sent me the exact link I pasted on top. Halfway through his post, I was tearing too. And all those thoughts I forced myself not to think of exploded inside my brain - what’s next after this? we will never see each other like we used to again, in a matter of days all of this will be lost all together, and in years to come we can only reminisce these tormenting yet memorable days before the SPM, we will no longer be able to (continue paragraph 5 of Jieyang’s essay).
And that’s when we started appreciating our remaining every day. That’s when ‘together’ matters. Libraries, McDonald’s, and my house became our gathering places. And even though we knew we almost always studied nothing during our times together, we never mind (I did mind then, but that’s no difference now). Having someone to talk to during those miserable days was much better than being able to cover 12 chapters of physics for me.
18 months after that, here we are, 3 (or 4) of us spanning 3 countries across the globe. Reading that same essay after 18 months, I find the sadness less puncturing now, but the poignant feeling of the hope of being together again speaking light-heartedly became stronger than ever. And as we become more and more busy with our future lives, we will be more and more appreciative and anticipative towards all the holiday seasons (summer especially). While we may not be as closely bonded to each other as before (as I noticed during our last reunion), there will always be that happy memories of 2005 to stitch us together. And I’d always appreciate all the special and meaningful times we spent together.
It was also late one night when I started remembering those exercise books we used in school and I made a promise to myself buying them and using them for my daily note-taking next year that I suddenly remember this essay stored deep in a corner of my memory and friendster’s database. A few days after that, I had it printed out and shared it with some of my classmates (when doing so you’d have to sit patiently beside them and explain to them that SPM is equivalent to Great Britain’s ‘O’ Levels and the American SAT or the Taiwanese High School Unified Examinations, and all those capitalized two-word phrases are actually Englished Chinese names, and that I had one too, and that’s Jun Yi etc). They were touched nonetheless. High school never ends it seems, at least in our hearts.
And as we pace forward to whatever is in store for us in the future, we should always preserve all those good virtues we had in high school - being innocent, the crude sense of humour, and working hard (as in not skipping lessons). And I know 9.5 years from now our 10-year reunion would be one everybody remembers and tears for the good old times. High school never ends.

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