Purple
and Pink: Written
Originally by Jennifer Soh Li Wen, 27th October-28th
October 2012, Saturday-Sunday, 11:23 p.m.-12:19 a.m., Room 319, Block H06,
Desasiswa Bakti Permai, Universiti Sains Malaysia (USM), Penang, Malaysia,
Specially Dedicated to the Happy Birthday Girl, Miss Sally Yeow Seh Lee, my
Lovely Best Friend since our Memorable Childhood Days of the Kindergarten and
Primary One, Shah Alam, Selangor Darul Ehsan…
Everyone
is a color,
Everyone
has a color;
Everyone
is a flower,
Everyone
has a flower.
My
dearest Seh Lee,
Oh,
how long has it been?
Meeting
up with Teacher Celine,
Missing
Nicole with grief and glee.
Remember
our childhood days?
Our
Tadika Melody and SRK Seksyen 6?
Sadly,
we went different ways,
My
heart… it aches.
How
have you been?
We
haven’t been talking lately;
Let’s
make the bond a magic bean,
Jack
will help us grow it daily.
Tadika
Melody,
Remember
Asyraf and Sharifah?
My
Mom and Teacher Ivy?
We
learnt from counting to zirafah.
Sports
Day/Family Day,
Lari
dalam guni;
Red
caps all day,
We
were that tiny.
Concert
Day,
Melodeons
up!
Yours
green and mine blue,
We
were in red, too!
Still
on Concert Day,
You’re
purple and I’m pink;
Dancing
so happily,
Waist-twisting
all the way!
Don’t
think I’ll forget,
You
were the Little Red Riding Hood;
The
Wolf was all set,
Funny
but his hunt was good.
Oh
my,
Look
at the time;
Here
I write,
Approaching
my deadline.
Where
was I?
Ah,
the Concert!
I
was dancing Portuguese with a guy,
I
was super rough in skirt!
Tadika
reminds me of Tan Wei Cheong,
Do
you still remember?
He
kissed my melodeon case if I’m not wrong,
I
would say he could be my kindergarten lover.
Then,
it was 1 Melur,
We
watched each other grow;
We
wore tailor-made cheongsam,
Took
photos also with some.
Standard
1,
I
was naughty;
I
stamped shoeprints,
On
the girl’s pinafore.
How
bad I was,
Apologized
at fault;
She
sang an Indian song,
It
went, “Pramira pramira pramira wawa.”
Dear
Indian girl,
Please
forgive me;
You’re
tall and bigger,
Those
that I can never be.
My
dearest Seh Lee,
How
long has it been?
Twenty
years of friendship,
And
still cheerfully counting.
The
5 years old we,
And
the 25 years old we;
How
much we still care,
You
look sweet with your long hair.
You
saw your passion in Pharmacy,
Mine
in Communication writing;
Let’s
contribute with specialty,
Let’s
reach those who are waiting.
I’ve
exceeded midnight,
But
I’m no Cinderella or Snow White;
I
hope it’s not too late to wish goodnight,
I
hope you’ve eaten the cake to the last bite.
My
best friend,
Take
my hand;
There’s
no “The End”,
We
love and understand.
Blessed
and Happy Birthday!
2012’s
27th October, Saturday;
25
is just a number to say,
I
know it since before Labor Day.
Our
schooling days,
Sunny
and rainy days;
Cikgu
Salina has been great,
We
weren’t even 8.
That was when I left Shah Alam,
For
Bandar Sri Damansara;
The
clock still ticks its alarm,
You
and I’ll never bid sayounara.
Let’s
depend on technology for now,
As
WhatsApp has allowed;
Soon
we meet up aloud,
Chatting
from 5 W’s and 1 How.
I
shall let your eyes rest,
I’ve
written a test;
From
East to West,
Know
that you’re the best!
P/S:
12:49 a.m.-12:51 a.m.
I
miss eating keropok,
Cotton
candy ice-cream and jeruk;
I
miss writing letters like before,
Patience
of days of three to four.
“I
miss you so, Seh Lee… Thank you very much and sorry for everything…”
