dug up some old boxes... which held all my secondary school memoirs. all the notebooks i kept (i'd an obsession with notebooks then).. my history notes, bio notes and amaths [horror of horrors] exercise book. so much memories... funny i use to have these long lists of friends who, mind you, surprisingly (NOT!) were guys. and most definitely predictably, i don't know where a single one of them is now. oh wells. such as in my adolescent years.

came across this poem which was written by yours truly in secondary two, making it a neat six years old. sheesh.

as winter gave way to the smiling sun
as little children play and run
in our park where sunlight shone
in our park where memories were fond.
the flowers were aloof and shy
just like us, you and i
underneath our own vast sky
whre birds flew away free and high
the trees and grass, greener than green
the paths we wallked, spotlessly clean
the worlds we thought, never spoken
the connection between our hearts, never broken
eternal and undying
deep sweet and try
it is a promise
of my love for you.

i am beginning to feel embarrass. *blush* but oh well, heck it. - clicks on the publish icon -