i seem to have caught the composing-poems-like-a-demon bug from amirul.
because i have written one just for evonne.
which is for her when she goes off to san francisco
SF is nothing compared to singapore
hahaha! hear the proud singaporean talking!
ok anway heres goes...

This poem is dedicated to Evonne Soon Cai Wei. =]
(dont blame me if it sucks, i'm just an amateur.)

we were the best of friends
and we still are!
but fate put that to an end
and it raised no bars

we've hardly had a tiff
but complications set in
and you had to leave
just because of studying!

we are really going to miss you
and we always will
but its time to bid adieu
for now and until?

but now, lets drag up some memories
to make you cry and to make you laugh
some will hurt like the sting of a bee
oh well, luck is tough

remember the first day at school?
well, i didnt really think you were cool
the reason being you hung with j***
but as time passed, i thought you were a real gem

remember the days at cohort camp?
the laughs that we had, the difficulties we shared?
although it got a little damp
the whole experience wasnt really all that bad

you gave us bears
because they happened to be cheap
i think mine now has little tears
and is somewhere buried under that messy heap

but it was a true gesture of friendship
one which i'll remember fondly
friendship-an unsinkable ship
this one, i'll remember sadly

remember the dude of your life?
[censored], thats his name!
he gave your life that extra bit of jive
funny guy, that [censored], with a little bit of lame

dont forget vanessa, the person next to you
the innocent one with a "knack for lit"
to whom you have to say goodbye to
i know you arent happy, not even a bit

she was never really good at sports
and toothpick singh would always say, "can you not be so blur?"
but she always was a good sport
who always spoke and never with a slur

never forget fionn, the queen of books
the one with countless "boy-middle-friends"
so many neoprints she always took
but the ones with you are going to end

the one with A ones
the ultimate teacher's dream
she never really could dance
but shes still a teacher's dream

last but certainly not least, the writer of this poem
jaclyn ying jie ying
the one who mixes up xylems and phloems
of course shes the writer of this poem, it says here so in ink!

the lame one in the mortly crew
who walks just fine, thank you
so many laughs and snorts she always drew
to this you really want to bid adieu?

try not to forget TK 2F
oh, slap me! of course you would not!
the class which evolved from TK 1F
a fact no one forgot

ian's crap and funny jokes
timothy's teasing and playful ribbing
they are great, everyone of those blokes
one irritating thing though, is all that tripping!

force 015, brainchild of mine
with nearly 15 members and counting
you always had a great time
saying that its dead and the leader surrendering

always remember the various teachers
tall, short, thin, obese, all of our teachers!
miss gwendoline lim, 2F she teaches
and we can all testify, she is the shortest teacher!

mdm zhuo, the one with paper eyelids
lim ah ber, the mushroom head
mdm goo, for all the things she did
not forgetting, mohammad, whom we all hate

mrs khairul, the walking stick
miss sri, who teaches history
and the DM, mrs lim, who berates boys for looking slick
so all of that sums up your TK story

leaving all these behind, you step into the plane
one last glance behind, you cast with pain
seeing the wonderful teachers and pals
"I love you guys!" you wanna yell

but dont worry, we'll always remember you
never worry, we'll always wait for you
fionn, vanessa, me and not forgetting [censored] too
and with that, i proudly present to you...

this extremely corny poem. =)

-end of poem-
this is dedicated to the forever smilling evonne soon.
the smilling legacy of TK 2F and the memories of her will forever be etched, deeply into my heart.