As i'm listening to the song - graduation (friends forever) by vitamin C, fragments of the past came flooding into my mind once again...
I remembered vividly the last time i listened to this song was in the art room, when khairul told me to pay close attention to the meaningful lyrics. At that time, i wasn't really paying attention as there was only one thing going through my mind - to complete this 'o' level art piece.
The days in the art room were both dreadful and joyful. It is filled with so many memories, be it bad or good, filled with our tears of frustration and laughters. It shut us up completely in the world of our own, away from the stir of the "society". We would indulge ourselves in the world of art, in the world where we are free to express ourselves with every single stroke, every single colour.
It is this freedom that makes me fall for this art room. Every single day, without any slightest hint of hesitation or reluctance, i would enter the artroom and leave only at dust. It's like a second home to me, and it's the only place in school that gives me a sense of warmth and most importantly a sense of belonging.
Not forgetting my very dedicated teacher who treated us to dinner frequently as a form of "incentives", for staying up so late in the artroom to complete the art pieces. As i'm often the last to leave the artroom, i would always walk back home with her. She would console me when i'm down (my facial expression betrayed me at times... ) and help me in my art piece (there was once she dirtied her skirt while helping me out, pretty touched though... haha). In fact, she deserved some credits for helping in my art piece as i'm not that capable of obtaining such grade. In addition, I would never forget the tears she shed for us on that very day, and the guilt inside me. I will never forget.
Well, the days in the art room were indeed memorable and i guess i will never forget...
oblivion
