Thursday, April 06, 2006
Tell you I'm sorry,
You don't know how lovely you are.
I had to find you,
Tell you I need you,
Tell you I set you apart.
Tell me your secrets,
And ask me your questions,
Oh let's go back to the start.
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Haha, am having a nostalgic talk with Jinyee about Kellock.
So I rummaged thru my box and found my journal in primary4, where we had to write to our form teachers on a weekly basis. I loved writing to Ms Ambrose! (Who became Mrs Cleetus end of that year, and I think my heart broke a little then. I refused to attend her wedding LOL)
These things are damn painful to read... (I spelt stuff like mentioned as mansioned!)
It is even more painful to read about how talented people thought you were then.