it was too much of ivory keys, and sweet encouragement today.
play well, make them proud. stand tall, smile pretty.

the cameras flashed, the teachers smiled, the cedarians felt.
we clapped, we cheered, we sang, we laughed, we cried, we hugged. what else.

felt the love, felt the spirit. rekindled the memories, of how we grew from p6 girls, in long skirts, to women of substance, leaders of character in a variation of skirt lengths.

it was in the shower, that it suddenly sank into me.

no more talking about prom during mrslim's.
no more of scaredish thumpie thumps during mrtay's
no more of giving looks to each other during mdmlum's.
no more of art, 6 different tables, 6 different works, 1 single dream.
crapday recesses talking about solemn subjects, our love/hate relationship with jogging, and constantly comforting ourselves that we are special, 4a.

no more of bouncing along corridors, singing, talking and knowing nothing but just to be yourself.
and through the windows, people smile and wave at you, shout your name and you shout back.

and all these people, are always people in blue and grey.

every year i always ask my friend,
have you ever imagine how life will be like after leaving cedar.
i really dont know how. and now im forced to be put through that.

i dont want to stop receiving hugs.
i dont want to stop learning how to love life proper.
i dont want to lose the teachers that care for me.
i dont want to stop being myself.

i dont want to stop wearing blue and grey.

cedar is like our home, and the artroom is like our bedroom - by adlin.
it was so, damn true.
its so hurtful, everything will be gone, sooner or later.

but believe in ourselves, we are still cedarians in everyway.

the shadow that follws us is clad in blue and grey,
the cedar crest is engraved in our hearts.
the cedar spirit is embedded in our souls,
our laughter and cheering in cohesion are the music in us.

when we are down, we'll remember the cedar cheers, the cedar population which would do anything to cheer for you, to cheer you on, to cheer you up.

when we are successful, we'll remember the school song, and how the cedar flag flies in victory, almost everyday of our lives, for us.

we're not ex-cedarians.
like the 50 + 4 years of girls that wore their blue, we are still one, in everyway.

4a, i'll miss you.
i would play a million songs for you, if that would make you miss you less.
but no, no other class in the world, would ever replace this 22 of you, that complete my 2 years.
like a beautiful song with its ups and downs, the scene of you all crowding around and crying your eyes out, summed it up with the prettiest chord ive ever heard before.
im sorry i didnt join in, but i felt the heartbreak, i felt the pain.
i love you all, so damn blooody much.

its not goodbye, cedarians.
it never will be.