Friday, November 16, 2007
I hate today. I hate goodbyes. I hate partings. I hate leaving my loved ones. I hate myself for not cherishing my friends in the past. I hate myself for regretting everything now... ...
Today, obviously, is the last day of my primary school life. Most of us were in dark moods. I didnt laugh like how i always did today. Why? Because the thought of leaving my loved ones really breaks my heart. Earlier on in school, i didnt cry on the outside but i was crying inside. My heart cried. I really miss all those times in class when lots of us would have our heads rested on the tables when Ms Tan stood in front of the whiteboard, tryin' by all means to interest us and 'wake' us up. Ms Tan's bottomless well of love for us really touched me. She's simply one of a kind and she's one of the reasons why i cant bear to leave my primary school...
Also, i miss the times when we dreaded Chinese classes and always hoped that our Chinese teacher Ms Wong wouldnt turn up. Now i miss her boring lessons. I miss her lame jokes. I miss the boredom i felt in her class.
Back then, we always looked forward to recess when we could finally go gossiping about the teachers or even our schoolmates and discussing about how boring those lessons were. I remember we would drag our feet to assemble at the parade square once the bell had gone. Sometimes we would wait for Mrs Goh to come and blow her whistle, then we'd make our way to assemble.
Anila and I would always try to avoid Mrs Ruth Chew (our P5 form teacher) and that is very unforgettable. When we were still schooling (during our primary life) and Mrs Chew saw me, i'd tell her Anila's whereabouts, trying to sabotage Anila. Hahah, and i remember she NEVER did that to me. Anila, we're Mrs Chew's pets, remember? (I love you and your jokes, Anila!)
Good things always come to an end. The only thing i can do now is to pray hard that we (my friends and i) will still keep in touch when we're on different tracks. I also hope that i'd be able to
cope with life during the next chapter of my life... ...
