Actually, don't know why i suddenly want to write, cuz i tot would be some time b4 i actually do so. but then suddenly got the feel. esp since now so many deadlines and muz study for all the test. Well, met up with my senior canoeing captain yest. So much has changed this 4 years. Our thinking, our physique(yeah we all super sum por now). Well still suffering from cold, got it by being stupid. went running after reaching home after helping out in Arts bazaar immediately. summore was after rain, so super cold and tired still go running. Have been griping lots about El test. Well actually i tink i overdid it haha cuz i succeeded in annoying everyone around me, Yeah score.. Anyways, not tat i actually bother, cuz if i can do well for the previous wan, a retest wouldn't hurt 1 bit. If u r chai means u r chai(haha super bhb). Remember I am the 31zulu( those with me in NS, u noe exactly wat tis means), lalala. Have to carry on my legacy. Anyway wanted to write this poem for a long time, juz deelee dalee til now. A few weeks back, was chewing fat with a fren on bus. Was joking about her forgetting me in 3 months(though i think it true=(. Anyway this is for her, if she still remembers.( no pun intended)
Remember Remember, remember, the times of October, The joys of the days so cavalier. Children laughing, birds singing. Youth knows no sorrow, No burden they bear. Those were such happy days, Always remember the times of rejoicing.
Remember, remember, the days of November, The struggles of life so heavy. Holding on together, We soar like great Albatrosses. Those were the days we stood together, Always remember the days of struggles. Remember, remember, the days of December, The sorrows of the days, so lonesome it was. We love so many, yet lose so much. The pain of love tearing the heart. The days of tears, the days of yonder, Always remember the years of pain.
Remember, remember these three months I will. So much has happened, so much was said. Times of happiness, times of jubilation. The tears flowing like water draining from the sink. A clockward spiral that never ceases. Time would make memory a decadence. Do you still remember me these three months, or like the wind memories of me have long gone past? Forget you not always I will.
Kuo Chuan Presbyterian Primary School(92-97)
Presbyterian High School (98-2001)
Pioneer Junior College (2002-2003)
2 yrs lost in time
Nus Fass(2006-
D.O.B 15031985
