I stepped into the MPH this evening, feeling so exhausted after running from the bus stop to the flight of stairs that leads up to the MPH entrance.

As I pulled the door to enter, I could feel the energy and the sound of spiking volleyballs. Ah! I knew that I was "home".

MPH is a place full of memories, really wonderful ones. I registered for my PPT to get in to PESS (Sch of PE), had my Orientation as a freshie and OGL, practical lessons, broke my wrist while keeping the vball pole last year, Dippers Games Day and last but not least, ICG.

We had joined the Degree Yr 3 team to play for ICG Volleyball but we lost. After that, everyone left the MPH after we lost. When I finished changing from my shoes to sandals, I realised that my classmates were gone!

Then, I was kinda lost so I loitered in MPH, trying desperately to find some companion to talk to.. But I really everyone was too engrossed watching the games and supporting their own classmates.

I saw the current Year 2s Dippers being such encouraging and enthusiastic even when they had lost. The Diploma "Class of 40" spirit.. A class cheered for B class and vice versa.. Just like when I was in Diploma Yr 2.. Dip 2B played very well for their last game. They lost. But with diginity and pride becos they played a good game. After the whole session, I saw a Dip 2B juniors talking to some Yr 1 Dippers, I went over to congratulate him. He was sharing with the Year 1s Dippers that he had never see his class played so hard and so well before. The one year of bonding really make a difference. After that, he turned to me and told the Yr 1s that my Diploma class was the classic ones because we truly carried the Dippers' Spirit with us whenever we played in any games. Thanks Andre for the praise.. I really agree that my Dippers have got a class of our own..

I stayed till about 1130pm when I decided to make my way back hall. I walked from NIE to Hall 6 to realise how lonely it can be to walk alone, esp this late at night.

As I made my way back hall, I got some flashback memories of the good old days during my Diploma years. After the game, we would all go for dinner together. Be it within NTU, Taman Jurong, Boon Lay Hawker Centre or Jianwen's place coffee shop,we would have dinner until late and the guys would send the ladies back to our hall.. We had some much fun talking and laughing over dinner, talked about the games played, the funny moments and the team's strategies..

So much things to talk about.

But now, I can hardly find anyone to have dinner and talk to after the ICG. Everyone just leave on their own. So unlike my Dippers' Day..

I guess I have to move on and let those wonderful memories stay deep inside my heart.. Move on..

Dippers.. I miss every single one of u who had perspired and played your hearts out for ICG..

You will always be the best classmates one could ever wish for..