Wake up in the morning to have the last breakfast, Tung Bao, and the last lunch, Clay pot noodle. Pack our luggage first before having breakfast. Melissa and I then went to Guang Han Post Office to send our post card that our friends had long awaited for. We kept on forgetting about our post cards until the very last day in Chengdu. Our friends told us to post when we are back in Singapore but the main point of sending a post card is the particular country’s stamp. My mother love to collect stamps thus I send back a few post cards so she that she can keep. Collecting stamps is one of her hobbies!

Clay pot noodles for lunch with some of the local students in school, the last dinner with them. Have to assemble below our dorms at 2pm sharp. Double check our rooms before leaving, hope I didn’t leave anything back. I really can’t bear everybody there including the provision shop owners, the Tung Bao owners, the Clay pot noodle owners and Mr. Ling’s family shop. Besides that, I also miss all the dogs and puppies! Before we leave, Xiao bai’s owner told us that Xiao bai is dead. She was being knocked down by some inconsiderate driver. China’s traffic should really be stricter. Most importantly, I really will never forget Miss Ling and Mr. Ling. These two teachers have always been there for us whenever and wherever we need them.

Miss Ling ask some of the local boys to help us to carry down our luggage because there’s too much for our boys to handle. Since she is the overall in charge of this trip, she has to follow us to the airport which was one of the most upset moments. When she is leaving, JiaHui and I cried. I already tried my best to control but I don’t know why I can’t control my tears. We really miss her a lot. Hope she can come to Singapore for a vacation with her husband and we shall be her tour guide this time round. If I got the money, I will definitely visit Chengdu again!

We are so going to leave this place full of memories and excitement that we will never experience in Singapore. Memories does not mean by jotting down every single word but to remember every wonderful and beautiful moments in our heart. As simple as this.

“We do not remember days; we remember moments. – Cesare Pavese, The Burning Brand”