<body>


404'05;
NYGH2005404
MODEL CLASS 2005
the greatest there ever was


SWEET TALK;



EXITS;
zuojin
siting
jiamin
peishan
shu hui
han yun
audry
xiao wei
zhi hui
dawn
sieyen
jocelyn
aiwen
yaqi
kai lin
wai yee
joanna
eunice
yumin
yinghui
yezi
yuan yi

four gallery (1)
four gallery (2)
four gallery (3)


PAST;
Home
03/2005 - 04/2005 04/2005 - 05/2005 05/2005 - 06/2005 06/2005 - 07/2005 07/2005 - 08/2005 08/2005 - 09/2005 09/2005 - 10/2005 10/2005 - 11/2005 11/2005 - 12/2005 12/2005 - 01/2006 01/2006 - 02/2006 02/2006 - 03/2006 03/2006 - 04/2006 04/2006 - 05/2006 05/2006 - 06/2006 06/2006 - 07/2006 07/2006 - 08/2006 08/2006 - 09/2006 09/2006 - 10/2006 10/2006 - 11/2006 11/2006 - 12/2006 02/2007 - 03/2007 03/2007 - 04/2007 04/2007 - 05/2007 05/2007 - 06/2007 06/2007 - 07/2007 07/2007 - 08/2007 08/2007 - 09/2007 09/2007 - 10/2007 10/2007 - 11/2007 11/2007 - 12/2007 12/2007 - 01/2008 01/2008 - 02/2008 02/2008 - 03/2008 03/2008 - 04/2008 04/2008 - 05/2008 06/2008 - 07/2008 08/2008 - 09/2008 04/2009 - 05/2009



past [tense]
12 November, 2005
ytd was the last day of official sch..maybe not that official. anyway, i reached school much earlier than my lesson's supposed to start and absent-mindedly wandered up to the 4th storey of the science block. at the back of my mind, i knew that lit lesson's in the library- media viewing rm but subconciously, i took the wrong staircase and to the wrong storey, b4 i realised what i was doing. it was very peaceful that morning and i ran my eyes over the beautiful school buildings that we had spent growing up in. wanted to take a good look at our classroom but was sadly, forbidded by the "no entry" sign (due to o lvls). i know i will miss our red-bricked blg, the neat 3 blks, the quadrangle, the canteen and so much more. it seems that deep down in the tiles and corners of the school, buries our footsteps, laughters and tears. and i wonder if more tears will shed on the 18th nov.

im so afraid that my memory for details of incidents in nanyang will flake off bit by bit. and the cold hard truth screams that new things will replace the old. life has to be constantly cyclical, isnt it? jus can't really accept the change that is to come. but one comfort is that no matter what, i'm who i am because the things and people around me in my past have rubbed off me and made a difference. i will miss u all!

-hanyun-

four left a trail- 9:55 PM