Sunny morning, that busy Chinatown where everyone sprung back to work from their slumber,
Alone and on my way, thinking it might be a bad move to answer my instinct,
I knew from the bottom of my heart there is no return.
Up the lift I went,
Nine O'clock it came,
Strangers were we then,
For I didn't know your name.
T'was quite awkward back then, for I have not spoken much,
yet I replied with much rudeness when asked for my nickname,
as I had yet to learnt the right way.
Both teachers stared at me with awe,
"who could have taught him that", I can tell that from their faces.
Class started with the basics,
Learnt it, I thought of helping them translate.
His way of using English is beyond my imagination, it was splendid.
Sim Le was the first I met, a Mapler like me, we had something to talk on.
Recess went on well together, albeit the small group, I enjoyed his company.
At one had we returned,
Studies must still be continued.
Many more to write about, but I guess I'll just leave it as it is for now..
