-now playing 'The Hardest Thing' by 98 Degrees-

Another friend leaves Singapore... One friend less to chill with... Everyone's moving on... I want to move on too... I guess I am, in a way.. At least I've got something to occupy me for the next 4 years...

Went to collect my course materials yesterday and walked into NP. Man, that place brings back memories... Drove around NP and the campus was just bustling with activity, despite it being 6pm on a Friday.. Drove down to Canteen 2 and walked round Sports Complex... Canteen food... Squash court.. Snack bar... Clubhouse... Alot of memories... Then went to Canteen 1 to eat.. Again, memories... I've forgotten how cheap and good poly food can be..

School was like home... We didn't have to leave campus to have fun... There would always be something to do.. Hell, we even had Coffee Club on campus.. How cool was that..
I remember how the Western food stall at c2 would have a super long queue every lunch time.. And how yummy the fried wantons were... I remember the times when we would go to snack bar and chill.. Or the bubble tea from the library.. The countless times we skipped lectures and tutorials to go to the library to borrow movies to watch or just sleep at some corner.. The late nights spent in school debating, playing squash or having Student Leader(SL) training...

I remember joining the band in year 1 and how I eventually quit in the middle of year 2.. Performing at VCH was quite an experience...
SL training was the ultimate.. Being involved in FOC was the best thing about poly.. The friends I made in the various committees.. Camps, meetings, trainings... I remember running around NP, all the PTs we had... I've never been so fit in my life.. The countless events we organised... It was just insane..
Squash training was also fun.. Ger and I would train twice a week, trying to revive the club.. Taking part in IVP and being made captain... It was all quite funny...

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Debate training was the next best thing... The late night trainings we had with loke.. How we would crack our brains to get more juniors.. How excited we got when we saw so many newbies who eventually became juniors join... Aud, Nasha, Min, Bern, Sid, Jas, Mun, Les, Lyn, Mich... All the crazy but enthusiastic juniors... You guys made training so much more worth it...

I remember the many quarrels the ex-co had... How we each, at various points, wanted to walk out on the club.. But we stuck in there, trained hard.. The competitions we took part in, both locally and internationally.. Mahidol was the best.. Nasha would agree... All the drinking, training, friends we made...
I remember how I sucked at debating when I first started... How I got screwed each time I gave up.. The countless times I almost quit the club.. I thank God for Gin who constantly encouraged me... I had to prove myself.. And it paid off... It was like a dream come true when I made it to Team A... Finally... I was in the top team.. We fought and argued incessantly... But we were the best NP had then.. I remember the anxiety I felt waiting to know the results of the Break... With a win-loss of 5-2, we didn't make... I also remember the disappointment on loke's face when we didn't make it... How I stood there feeling like I let him down.. And how I cried... And later, I found out, how the juniors cried too...

Debates changed my life... It gave me confidence I never knew I had... It made me realise that I was actually good at something.. It made me the best friends I'll ever have..
To Gin, Jen, Khan, Sher and Raff... Without you guys... NPDC would be nothing.. We can proudly say, we did the best we could...


All these memories and more... It was nostalgic driving around NP... Precious memories I'll keep for life... Lasting friendships...

As a new chapter of my life begins, I'm once again stuck in a limbo...