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Well, Mr Lim.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Well, Mr Lim,This is a humble letter,
From your humble student.
Finally, the exams are over!
Uncertain, others might feel,
Contrary, I was not one bit like them.
Kudos to your teaching, I was confident.
Yes, I did my very best,
Often revising the notes you gave,
Under the close scrutiny of my parents.
Burning questions I had none,
I was all ready for the exams,
To score all As.
Careful in answering,
Hoping to bring glory to the school.
Something I wrote in my free time! Woohoo!
edited on 17 June.
Watching those children chasing one another,
In this picturesque valley,
How I long to join them.
Years went by,
I witnessed my diversity of friends,
Come and go all the time.
But everyone would enjoy at least,
The brief attention of visitors,
Every would recieve a name.
Everyone, except me.
Soon I noticed,
My friends in my immediate vicinity,
Started looking sickly and pale.
One by one, they started dropping.
Everyone, except me.
Depression soon cloaked me.
First without identity,
Then without visitors,
Now without friends.
But soon, came along,
Two urbane young lads.
"Oh my God!" one cried.
As I eyed him with suspicion,
Friend, or foe?
However, before I knew it,
I was whisked away.
How confused I was!
Trying to take in my new surroundings:
A cold transparent container,
Filled with yellow liquid.
I felt nauseous.
Where was I?
People would come to see me,
Gasp at me in awe.
For once, I had all the attention,
For one, I was give an identity.
For once, I was happy.
I wrote this in my free time.
Anyone wanna guess what it is?