how time flies

for the past three weeks, i have been teaching every saturday at the kindergarten where i used to teach before i came to nus. got there early and started walking around looking at the pictures of the students.

the K1 kids that i thought had already graduated...most were now attending the p2 tuition class on saturday. was looking through the pics when i realised the nursery classes which i used to teach were the graduating class of 2004. remembered some faces from the pictures. some looked the same while others look more grown up. a look at their names printed at the bottom bought memories back. how i used to play with them, how cute they look when they were learning in class, and of cos the crazy questions they asked which always caught me offguard. kids...

was looking at all the faces when my eyes rested upon this little one. always thought she was very quiet in class. constantly holding hands with this other boy. used to think they like each other. remembered telling myself she will grow up to be a pretty ger, because she had very special features, and what was amazing was this bronze tan that she sport...it was as though her mom took her tanning every week.

it's amazing how time flies. it's already three years since she was in nursery. time was short but i wondered if she had lived her life well for the past three years. her life was short. she was one of the victims during the tsunami. went phuket with her parents and only her dad survived. it was wierd looking at her pic. will the boy sitting next to her remember her as he looked back at the graduating photos. will he even know she went away and was never coming back? i don't think so.

it just feels pained to see a life end so abruptly...i guess i juz took for granted that there's more years to go for a person. who is to know she wouldn't even reach primary one? 25 april is approaching...and at times like this u juz wish bad memories will be erased. this is the month when u'll start wondering if anyone remembered the person who died four years ago. that fateful wednesday when god took her away from us. perhaps none of us will mention it. perhaps some of us would visit her without others' knowledge. perhaps she is still deeply remembered. perhaps she has brought me lessons to be learnt. perhaps if she didn't go, she would be 12 this year. perhaps if she didn't leave, i wouldn't know the horror of death.

wierd to say...if not for her...i wouldn't even learn to appreciate pink color. haa. love u ning.