its been nearly a week.

school ended for real today. (except for us who have to go back for o level exams)

quite sad actually. the reality of leaving the school didn reallie hit anyone until ytd. maybe we just took everything for granted. or maybe, it just didn feel like the last day of school. at least, to me, i feel the latter. it seemed like there were many more days to come. i feel so unprepared for jc. gosh. no booklist? no uniform list? no new-school-preparation stuff?

feels so odd. reallie.

4 years reallie flew. i still rmb the first time i set foot in nanyang as a student on the first day of school in 2003. now, i'm stepping out of nanyang, 4 glorious (i wouldn say glorious. colourful, maybe) years later. through that same door, with the same mixed feelings: sad, at leaving my past behind, but happy, at stepping into a new stage in life. except, this time, my past will be locked in the gates of nanyang, instead of in rvps.

its not reallie goodbye for the IP students. we'll still be seeing everyone around. just that we would be in different locations, different lessons, different teachers, different environment, with different classes, different friends, different personalties...

nothing ever stays the same, because the only constant thing is changes.

but i hate change. i am a nostalgic person, i love to bask in memories. i like to leave a place, come back and see everything the way it is. but most of the time, its not possible. take this year. when we leave, most of my subject teachers will be leaving with us. when i come back to nanyang next year, who will i be looking forward to meet? mrs chua, mrs soh, mrs wong...and? of all our subject teachers, the only ones not leaving are the abovenamed. even mdm mak is leaving, which is rather sad. gosh...

even my primary school changed. and what a change it was. the school address changed, school building changed, school building design changed, school teachers changed, school children changed(though this is inevitable cos every year new ppl come in and old ones go...duh..), canteen aunties and uncles changed, the food changed, and i believe the VP also changed. mdm seah left... i loved my primary school, and i still do, actually. its just that when so many things change, u find no point in even going back to the school, because everything seems so unfamiliar. you might as well step into a totally foreign school and try to make urself comfortable. the results might most prob be the same.

all my best memories of my primary school are gone: the large field at blk B where ah mud and i used to go crazy after school everyday catching falling leaves, great world city, still one of our fav places, the lovely canteen auntie at canteen B who sold the most scrumptious mee siam in the whole wide world, our fav drinks stall uncle and aunie at canteen A who used to give ah mud and i heaps of extra ice cream because we were her valued customers, walking into the staff common room anytime we liked just to talk to teachers, chatting with mrs singh and mdm seah, swinging and doing stunts on the monkey bars, hours and hours of ice and water class games, etc etc...

haix. every farewell, my memories fly me back to the past, where i relive some of the best periods of my life...

Blogged @ 11:46 PM