and all is in the past

and all is in the past

Yesterday, my sister brought me a copy of PCPS's 2006 school magazine. As I slowly flipped through the pages, memories all the way from primary 1 flashed across my mind, letting me experience the feeling once again. I could still remember how Mr Simon Goh offered me 50cents for another plate of fried rice when a guy accidentally knocked me down when I was in primary 1. I could still remember my first and amiable form teacher- Mrs Agnes Chen-, her voice, her face. I could still remember the "good" times with Mr Yip when I was in primary 2&4 and also Ms Amy Tan. Also the industrious and best EMS teacher I could ever have, Ms Teo and also Mr Tang, the best chinese teacher. I could also remember the friends, who may have forgotten me by now. And many many many many more teachers.

But all is gone, and never to return.

I can never have Jasmine snatching my stuff anymore, or to play catching as a whole class again, or listen to any of the teachers teaching in front of us, or even to see a classmate again. We are now the alumni of pcps, not students. It's a cold hard fact, to me.




Life's all about meeting and parting isn't it?