thinking of....

missing st margs, the beautiful green and cream walls and building, the red fanned quadtangdral, the people, long-winded but well spoken devotions, friends, 4e3, prefects, choir, teachers, 'green' club, the all-girls environment, the distinctive high-pitched anthem, the bickerings, the school song, the off-tune singing during worship, the laughter, the antics, the tears, all of the moments, the noise, the silence, the day and the night shadows of the structure i call/called my second home, the craziness of it all...

this is a valentine's day tribute ( though i don't really believe the all sheebang :p)

i <3

family (of course!)
st margs
4e3'05, 3e3'04, 2e2'03, 1e5'02
sm choir
smpb
currants! :)
those rich and famous girls
the people who left for aussieland! :(

YOU.

this was written in boredom during school...

Little did we know
O' what trouble befalls us
Valentine's day is
Exorbitant.

or

Very
Astronomical
Love in terms of
English pounds
No more
Taxis
In the
Next
Eight Months.

or

Love's not red roses,
nor creamy chocolates.
Love's not Hershley kisses,
nor sweet pink cards.
Love's not you
nor me.
Love's not about us,
love's about the
endorphins,
hormones,
chemical reactions
Insane commitment,
the Crazy, Weird, Stupid
decision, pact, agreement
we made between us.