i nv knew the word dendrobium could strike me so hard,

when it was mentioned in chemistry class tday.

Almost immediately i thought about dendrobium peixin joy. The hybrid orchid flower that belongs to our primary school. 

 

Had a little memory rush today, when all the memory pictures came back at one go. The eco pond, the lab, the mango tree we used to climb, the monkey bar, the field with a big bare patch, the canteen with long colourful benches and the big big “towards excellence” in the small hall.

peixin was not the name most people have heard of, but it will live forever.

She may not have the best facilities, but she’s got the best teachers, my best friends and my best memories.

She may just be an ordinary neighbourhood pri school, but there has to be smth special about her that makes all of us want to go back.

go back to revisit the place that gave us joy, make us tear, gave us the grateful heart.

 

on the last few days I’ve looked around the class, trying hard to capture the scene, coz someday i will miss it.

 

and true enough. i miss it like crazy.

missed the gray floor, missed the metal window panes, missed the laughter.

 

i feel like i want to run back to my sch. but the sch i went to is not there anymore.

 

sometimes changes are not what we will like, but we have to live with it. But our memories will not change. I won’t live in the past, but i won’t forget where i came from.

 

oh yes. proudly to say: i was a peixinian.