4r5. Class of 2006
4r5. The colour in my life.



That's 3r5 and 4r5. Graduated last year, 2006. Today is the 8th of January 2007. Just got home from the chalet after checking out. It's so lovely seeing all of them again. Even Clement came. How i wish those who were working could get a chance to come. It would be freakingly absurd if the employers said that they can't go for a class chalet reunion thing. If I were working and they said that I would walk right out on them. Miss all of them so much, and i keep getting that weird feeling wash over me everytime i go to school meeting new people. Its like its just a moment ago that everyone is all together everyday, and the next moment everyone is already gonna have to move on. Mdm Quek told me that i just gotta learn to accept that as i grow older cuz its gonna happen more often. Well i will try to do so, while at the same time keeping them in my mind and within also. Got to keep all those happy and wonderful moments and place it somewhere beyond the intrusion of dust. Hell sometimes i wish i was back at marine parade library revising with my friends, even if that would mean that o levels will still be ahead and not yet over.
Luckily the chalet went on fine with relatively few hitches. Oh ya, im sooo sorry for keeping you all waiting for the fire to start cuz it has been a really long time since Esmond, Yanjie and I did camping activities and somehow the knack of getting a fire started fades away without constant practice. Hope u all could send me the chalet photos soon. The rest of our photos are on this website created by Tammie: http://maomao4r5.shutterfly.com/action/
I miss my classmates a lot. I'm not gonna use "Guys like me can't really express their feelings all that well" as an excuse to withhold that sentence. I hope we will not get any further apart cuz that will be like removing so many happy memories from inside. All those happy memories that we have, whether in class, or during recess, or anywhere else are the very things that keep me going day by day in school.
I wanna compress all that I feel into just one sentence and pen it down here before I forget to mention it.
If I could picture in my mind just one of the many wonderful times we had together, even when revising the most dull stuff together, and go back to that moment in time and live it through all over again, I would call it my own little nook of heaven.

