_Sunday, July 16, 2006*

handbell...
Farewell Poem for Sec 4s

Slip on the glove, the white fleecy cloth.
That fluttery feeling brewing in your stomach
You wish to unnerve.
But as the mistakes grew, so did your love.
Be a little wiser, much more melodious ringing.
Of the golden bells and sleek chimes beaming with pride
You, too, happen to glow inside.

Right out of class, barely the last bell rang.
Rush to the sanctuary of AS2.
Cradled in the lustre of the awe-striking ensemble
You ask, what monday blues?

Much more of studying, much less of fun.
The number of sessions left diminish with every tick of the clock.
Way before you realise it, you've left the flock.

Four years,
And they seem to end.
But the noisy chatter of your juniors.
The polished floors and the cool breeze of the air-con.
The jokes shared within our big clique.
The many of Mrs Aw's big winsome grins.
The bright yellow uniform that makes us all fellows.
The camaradiene we sport to beat any team.
The repetitive practising to get it right.
The memories so great, the friendships so tight.

We just want to say,
our dear seniors, you may not be with us after this.
But the memories, experiences, lessons, advice, laughs and cries, smiles and tears, jokes and joy you've given us.

We will always carry it dear in our hearts,
Where your beautiful spirit lives on.

Rachel, 3Z
copyrighted(:


all those memories...


*- amanda scribbled at 7/16/2006 11:20:00 AM

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_Saturday, July 15, 2006*

Start Of Something New
High School Musical


Living in my own world
Didn't understand
That anything can happen
When you take a chance

I never believed in
What I couldn't see
I never opened my heart
To all the possibilities

I know
That something has changed
Never felt this way
And right here tonight

This could be the start
Of something new
It feels so right
To be here with you
And now looking in your eyes
I feel in my heart
Feel in my heart
The start of something new

Now who'd of ever thought that
We'd both be here tonight
Yeah, and the world looks so much brighter
Oh, with you by my side

I know that something has changed
Never felt this way
I know it for real
This could be the start
Of something new
It feels so right
To be here with you
And now looking in your eyes
I feel in my heart
The start of something new

I never knew that it could happen
Till it happened to me

I didn't know it before
But now it's easy to see
It's the start of something new
It feels so right
To be here with you

And now looking in your eyes
I feel in my heart
That it's the start
Of something new
It feels so right

To be here with you
And now looking in your eyes
I feel in my heart
The start of something new
The start of something new
Start of something new


*- amanda scribbled at 7/15/2006 01:43:00 PM

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