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Going home has never been hard for me since I am living in Johor, which allows me to go back every weekend by bus. But yesterday was totally different, for this was the last time that I would be going back home from the boarding school. Yes, today is the day that I checked out from the boarding school, forever. With all the lousy food, strict curfews and stupid rules, I have never thought that I would miss the boarding school so much.

Woke up yesterday morning at 8pm because Sien Fong suddenly came in to my room, asking me if I want to go back Malaysia with him by his father's car. I kindly refused the offer since I thought that it was too early and I don't really feel like troubling other people. Went to Sien Fong's room afterwards to help me pack his stuff and bring down his luggage to his father's cars. Count this as returning of a favour since he has helped me with my stuff when my father came to fetch me a few weeks ago.

Went back to my room and saw that Vincent was back, but sleeping. Decided to go to Kelvin'r room and talked to him for the very last time. We had instant noodles together since he needed someone to help him finish his food. He has to leave boarding school at 12 for he has to go for the class outing at Sentosa and class BBQ at night, which I was forced not to go since I have too many luggage to carry and that it would be extremely inconvenient for me to carry all my luggage around.

Went back to my room and Vincent was still sleeping. He must be very tired from all the activities last night. Finished packing all the stuff and threw away all the rubbish which I did not want to bring back to Malaysia. I decided to wait for Vincent to wake up before I left because I wanted to say goodbye to him personally.

It was around 1pm and he finally woke up, perhaps he was awaken by my noisy actions. Said goodbye to him. Wondered and walked around the cluster and the boarding school for the very last time before I left the boarding school gate, forever.

I would really miss the boarding school food, though it might have been unpalatable sometimes.

I would really miss Blue Tea Cafe, for selling all kinds of snacks and junk foods, which I always buy when I do not feel like eating the boarding school food.

I would really miss the laundry room, the place I most dreaded and hated.

I would really miss the boarding school officers, especially Pauline Yee and Erika Hew, for always joking with us and asking me to return my passport to the office.

I would really miss my rooms at hall A and hall D, which I have slept for 6 years.

I would really miss Mr Terng Yew Lian and Mr Toh Liang Seng, my cluster mentors, for being so caring and friendly.

But most importantly,

I would really miss all my friends, especially the Malaysian scholars, which I have spent my past six years with.

The times where we went to have dinner together at the dining hall.

The times where we decided to go to Astons for dinner.

The times where we hanged out together at Orchard.

The times where we walked to school together in the morning.

All these memories will be forever imprinted in my heart.

Going back home has never been hard for me, until yesterday.