It's over.

Words can't express what I'm feeling now. It's like, I feel sad, but why do I feel sad? I don't know. Maybe it's that emo phase again. I don't know.

School has ended. 4/1 no longer exists. But it feels so unreal, so superficial. Maybe it's meant to be that way. Leaving the ending hanging open, so that 4/1 will never truly be gone. Is it? I don't know, but I feel that way. Yes, at one point I hated going to school, I hated my class, but overall, it's been a good year, a fruitful one where we bonded. We strived hard for prelims together, and we have reaped what we sow, for some, it's been bad, for some it's been good, but on the whole, we have improved. As a class. Forever as one. How true.

I want, and I don't want this year to end. This feeling's so conflicted. Thursday will be the last time I'll ever sit in my classroom and enjoy the feeling of being together as a class. Pictures will be good, don't you think? Memories of that special class of that special year. Memories of all the people who once occupied that classroom. How we decorated it for CNY, the year before where we painted it. The ugly 'chocolate' colour that got us the second prize. 'Kiong xi fa cai'. The many jokes, many pranks, the paper ball fights where everyone called each other childish but joined in the fight. I hope in the future years, these memories don't fade. The memories of class 4/1 '07.