Nostelgia

After sending Cindy home from the oldies concert, I decided to backtrack the route back to Temasek Poly… It was a night of nostalgia

Standing at the similar position as I was during freshman orientation, the words echoed in my mind,

“hey wads that huge building over at the other side?” asked a freshman

“why? That’s our school!” replied our group leader

The same route which brings me and my poly mates for supper everytime we finish our project late. Poly is our first ticket to freedom for majority of us

As my iPhone played michael buble’s me and mrs jones into my ears, more nostalgic moves in. What not to feel that way. It may be one of the shortest time I spend in a school – 3 years. TP hold lots of memories for me including finding me my besties whom nobody can replace. 8 long years of friendship.

The number 23 as the bus service I took to school and back home.

The overhead bridge into the school entrance.

The ramp up the main entrance.

The TP bus stop with the stone seats without the famous TP cat ( most probably sleeping somewhere)

And finally the mailing box, just that it’s being repainted

If only I could turn back time