realized that our efforts for the jars and gifts we made for the ndp03 ma'ams and sirs has not gone down the drain.think they really didnt expect it.must have made them felt appreciated.see what kevin sir wrote on his blog..
"At the end, one of the most memorable thing was receiving a Thank You card, a jar of sweets and a flower from the Cedar Girls' presentatives. they gave each instructor the same thing including freddy. "
he must have made a mistake coz we didnt give freddy marshall the jar.only the flower and card i think.coz the jar that was meant for him went to wendy ma'am instead.found that my 2 blog entries after ndp was similar to jianfu sir's..take a look for yourself.
"yes, perhaps indeed all good thing must come to an end someday, for only which it shall become an experience. ndp03 finally marked its final ending earlier on today. no longer will they have to listen to our familiar nagging, scorched mercilessly during rehearsals, and the endless wait for the next form up. i can still recall our first internal training in campsite, drilling along the slope, endless wheelings about the giant field. the total stranger that once stood beside them becomes so uniquely bonded now. yes, the effect is indeed amazing, or rather indescribable. the mixed feelings so overwhelming that you almost feel like crumbling inside.the white umbrellas were indeed a perfect match for the little sweet devils in white, and they shall continue to terrorise the instructors' hearts for ages to come. surprisingly i feel a small surge of motivation. yes, thats what i need now. thank you all =)"
this was the entry a few hours after we left hq itself.he even included a pic of the gifts we gave him :) shiwei ma'am wrote this comment at this particular entry..
" yupz.. very very touched by the gesture of the cedar cadets =p "
does tt refer 2 our jars etc too...?:)
here's what jianfu sir has to say on sunday..
"did you wake up this morning, being struck so hard that you felt the stunt for a moment? yes, its over. just as the whole singapore rejoice over the celebration of its 38th birthday, whatever that we have been holding on to suddenly vanishes the moment everyone left haw par hall as if the clock strikes 12 midnight for cinderella. perhaps theres no way we can hold on to it forever (even with all our might), and someday your dreams will die off. be it the dark tempest, or the warmth of the sunshine, there is this teeny weeny beauty about it, shared by its ugliessness along the same thin line. the beauty so enchanting, that even if its the destructive tempest, the mesmerized heart yearns to walk through it again.
like a novel, as long as you want to continue to indulge in its beauty, the only way is to keep reading on, at the same time drawing nearer to its 'the end'. Venus must have been with us, magically sewn its thread under our very breath. its effect as magical as the spell itself, the moments we worked together, stood under the evening sun admiring its beauty, feel the crowd roaring, the same surge as that overwhelms our heart, shouted as one voice, sang friends as our fingers danced in a series of movement as everyone else starts to stare, moving towards the same goal. Yes, its best left as memories now, very heartwarming ones indeed. memories so beautiful that we fear of losing them, best kept beyond the manhole within the arteries of our heart, untouched and untroddened by others. or take it to our stride like freddy has put it, to let the beauty fade into the dark alleys of time. becoming yet another piece of memory, forgotten, forsaken, and never to be mentioned again. move on, looking forward to the next beauty along the road that seems neverending beyond the horizons. and perhaps irresistably smile when we see the beauty of the evening sun again. feel the nostalgic memories flood back from beyond the manhole, about the perfect formula we were in 2003. the perfect formula that we were, not anyone more or anyone less. we have took so long to renew this friendship of ours, and we shall look forward to reading the next book again."
maybe thats what most of the ndp cadets and instructors are thinking then.moving on is easier said than done..somethings are just too hard to let go.they've become a part of you.so much so that you cant live on without them.wonder how i'm gonna live thru the remaining saturdays.how will it feel to finally get home before evening again..how will it feel to wake up on sunday morning and felt that you've not done much the previous day..how will it feel to go back to life before ndp.
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