And so it ends

I don't care what anyone may say about 'not graduating from RI because its a 6 year programme and we will continue our journey of the 5th and 6th year in JC', because to me, thats blatant crap. We have graduated from RI, and we'll be going to RJC as new students.

I don't really have the mood to talk much about RI life and whatnot, this emo post will appear soon, possibly out of the blue when i feel like it.

When we were singing our batch song for possibly the last time, when I looked around and saw the faces of my class and batchmates, something painful just stirred in my heart and when the time came to sing the RI anthem, we just belted it out like our life depended on it.

Theres this heavy air of depression hanging over me now, but i'm semi-sure it'll dissipate soon.

This may not match up to the epic imba-ness of anurak's poem that was read earlier today by Mrs Lim, but here goes.

.................

Crossroads.

Remember when we first met
at that fateful
crossroad?

Stopped and stared
at the strangers abound.
Clutched our hearts,
open.

As days turned to dusk
Barriers turned to dust
Grey turned to colour
It felt so good, so just.

The hourglass spurred on
relentlessly
Grains fell
But we

Ignored it.
Ignorance is bliss,
Time is sacred,
So forget about time.

Now we stand again
at a crossroad.
'Goodbye all'

With hearts disagreeing,
With that ache in our chest,
With that clutter of memories,

Sincerely hoping that
its not goodbye but
until next time.

At these crossroads.