
This is the General Office where the principal and the HODs worked. Yes I have been in and out of here for as often as I can remember. I was never an obedient student in school. Always had to see the disciplinary mistress and the principal for shit that I did.

(1) Pigeon holes where we submit our late homeworks to our lecturers.
(2) The staff room where all the teachers work.
(3) The PE department and that is the backview of my soccer coach, Mr Ram.
(4) The corridor outside the PE department.

(1) Mr Ram's car. You can see him loading his car with stuffs that he wanted to shift over to the new campus.
(2) The small blue door below the staircase where our soccer boys keep our soccer balls and other soccer stores.
(3) Our Science block. The two famous umbrellas where we always wait at before a science practical test.
(4) The pots of plants who were religiously taken care of by our OM, Operational Manager.

Besides plants, our OM has a fetish for cats as well. This is one of them whom he feeds every single day, even now, during the holidays.

(1) Our tennis court.
(2) The basketball and volleyball court. This is also the court that we soccer boys used for training on times when we wanted the field to rest.
(3) The spot we always choose to change into our soccer gears before training commenced.
(4) The walkway between the PE department and the tennis court.

(1) The corridor outside the staff room and the general office.
(2) As you can see, the overturned desks ready for disposal as we are about to move to the new campus.
(3) The little pathetic bookshop with a retarded, down syndrome uncle.
(4) The stairway to the school hall, on the 2nd floor. D'uh!

(1) The pond I never visited before. It's normally used only for photo taking sessions with the top students after A'Levels. That explains why I have never been there.
(2) This crap painting we always see while walking to the canteen.
(3) Our canteen, with all the tables and benches removed.
(4) My favourite wall painting in the entire school, it's drawn on the wall at the back of the little pathetic bookshop. Familiar?

Nothing much, this is our classroom blocks. Just a quandrangle of 4 storey classrooms. Boring...*yawnz*

(1) The toilet which we soccer boys always bathe in and messed up after training.
(2) The entrance to our soccer field.
(3) An alternative entrance.
(4) Our boots washing area, where are the brushes which we paid for???

(1) At the top of the stairs is a fitness station.
(2) The very pitch we always train on. My share of sweat has been absorbed by this field.
(3) The little training shed which was included at the end of 2003, rarely used.
(4) Our running track for recovery jogging.

Another lousy wall painting. The tiger looks dead.

Now this is interesting. This is the door of my classroom when I was in Year 2, that's in 2002. And I was surprised to find what I scribbled on the door still there. Brothers, any impressions of this? I can't believe it, there it was, my handwriting, looking strong there after 4 years. *haha*

My classroom when I was in Year 2. All the memories of my Band of Brothers with my home tutor, Mr Pillai. Slacker of the year.

Look at this!!! We made our own sepak takraw court at the back of the classroom by pasting masking tape on the floor. After 4 years, the court is still there. Probably still in use even. I almost died laughing when I saw this. *hahahaha*

And this, is the work area of my 2 favourite aunties. They were cleaners in our school and I had a strong friendship with them. They even gave me a huge Ang Pow during one of the Chinese New Year.

That is where my Darling and I always played volleyball after school. Those were the sweet old days when I first got together with her. This is at the back of her classroom actually.

4 different views of my classroom when I was in Year 3, 2003. Nothing much lah, no legacies that I left behind here.

(1) "Metamorphosis", an art gallery the art students put together to display all their artistic works. Brothers, do you guys still remember that this was actually our classroom back in Year 1 before it became this art gallery. I still remember our home tutor Ms Alhamid. That was in 2001, so long ago.

With a reluctance, I left my good old school. A few of the famous road signs and bus numbers that service the routes to our school. Those memories that can now only be memories and nothing else...

And of course, with a new campus, comes a new name. It has since been renamed, MI, Millenia Institute.
With a heavy heart, good-bye JI. Good-bye Jurong Institute.



































