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Tuesday, January 04, 2005
after reviewing some of my friend's blog and listen to my younger sister talk about her day in ijtp,
i started to feel a little sad.
I'm really beginning to miss ijtp.
All the little things like running for assembly in the main block,
being surrounded with friends,
quening up for expensive unappetizing food in the canteen,
being in an all girls' enviroment where you can just talk about anything under the sun.
Practicals in the stuffy science lab with leaky taps.
P.E in the courts filled with moss and leaves.
Endless rattling at the end of the day.
A happy end to school: Strolling down the hill as if it was our grandfather's road.
Makes me want to bawl, just thinking how those days will never ever come back again.
It will just live forever in my memories.
The smell of greenery, perfume and just IJ.
Can finally understand why the seniors always came back, telling the teachers how they missed IJ, and the juniors, that they should appreciate the school.
Sure we scoffed at such a remark, but now..
As a famous someone, well whoever said it, whether anot they are famous.
You can take the girl out of IJ, but you can never take the IJ out of the girl.
I guess you can never understand that quote.
Until you are finally out of there.
Never again to don the well worn, comfortable blue tunic and blouse.
Perhaps, only to receive a document..
certifiying you are no longer able to return to the enviroment where you have just spent the most wonderful 10years of your life.
the ij spirit's living on.
imprinted at 10:09 PM
blocks of life
i`ll put pictures here
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