Sunday, January 02, 2005
denise shited{[[.....here is a poem....although i said i will not write another,there is this eggy feeling which nade me itched so much to write one...
that day i stepped in
unfamilar faces greeted me
that shell called kuo chuan
the place im assigned to
the friendships i made was false
and that girl was the cause
but without you
would our friendship have occured?
the strength and support you gave
was that day
i found many people around me
as that girl had cause
i was avoiding people at all cost
but u found me
that friendship you gave
filled me with warmth and praise
studies were no longer a hussel
and my heart, no longer a tussel
you gave me back my confidence
and helped me find my way
thanks for everything that you have said
soon, the following year came
you all loved me all the same
those smiles given to me
are locked and keeped deep inside thee
the outings that we had
and fun that we shared
made the shell a more wonderful place
you have coloured my life
no more black and white pictures without light
the joyous went quickly by
that joy which money cant buy
around me is a group of faithful friends
now i shall name you end to end
deborah and ida was always there
simaa and sharon, oh, the jokes we shared
angie and shi hui around me
so is shelby and joanne, yes indeed
zhong yang and stephen sharing laughter
there is also gervase, the pooh lover
kai lan, the first who believed in me
exchanging helps, yes we did
cheng huan and ji hu, clowns to be
they reli entertain like tv
these friends will be kept
and will invite them when i wed
but these times we had
will be memories that we shared
so many more i din mention
cus in separate classes we will be
separated evenly throughout 4 seas
namely, truth, peace, love and joy
i'll tell you now why im sad
cus there is no more happiness to be shared
no more deb in the front row
no more nicole talking about books
no more shelby and zhong yang beside me
nor laughing at stephen's head looking like orange
no more angie, and the words she gave
no more ming suan to joke with
no more simaa, to produce maggie mee
and sharon, talking about the stars in the trees
no more ida, to share my woes with
no more me
a part of me is within them
it will always be
cus they will now and forever more
remain as my true, best friends.......
muacks...
lost without you;
Sunday, January 02, 2005
