Yesterday was a riot of feelings.

There was something about the closure of the Park that sent hundreds of former crews flocking back after so many years. Deep inside, we know how much this place meant and how much priceless memories that are untold of. Following what Aisha would say, these people are the reasons why some of us held our position and work for so long.

This photo is part of the crew from the older generation some 2-5 years ago. There is nothing like these people anywhere else. It is hard to stay current with everyone when we have our personal commitments, but we know what happened and it will always stay that loving way. People like these reminds me how to laugh with no worries, how to be happy for no reasons.

A part of me felt nostalgic and sad that a place with such wonderful experiences and memories will be gone, yet a part of me felt at home with the people I’ve come to meet once again. I do not know what to make of the Last Ride at the Pirate Ship that all former and current staffs rode on. It almost seem like the moment have dissipated my fear of the ride.

Really. It is not the organization that matters, it is the people. It is not the hate of work that matters, it is the love of friends.