Dear Francis,

thanks for all the attention you have given me; those little slips of love notes telling me to meet you for a little morning rendezvous at the main gate; those letters that I have written... (nevermind that you choose to call them apology letters) I hope you keep them tucked away in a box somewhere near your bedside table so that thirty years down the road, you can take out those yellowed pages of cursive writing and be reminded of me, as I will of you.

( i know you know that i was only late, because i wanted to meet you personally every morning at the gate. lolll i just realised that rhymed. )

I hope you treasure dearly, the skirt of mine and the many earrings that you have confiscated from me. ( I know that "confiscation" here is just an administrative term you are oblidged to use, don't worry, I understand honey ;) )

For two years I have been treated to morning assemblys of your husky gravelly vocals oozing with sex appeal. For two years, I have enjoyed the occasional morning spot checks that you conduct, whereby you inform our CTs to "surface the offenders". Okay, actually when you use that term I can't help but think of us as pond scum. You know, green, murky green colour, surfacing, pond, pond scum..... I digress. For two years, I have seen you constantly try to poach touchrug into girls' soccer. For two years, I have seen your fashion sense evolve from wheatgrass green shirt (as above) to uhhh, wheatgrass green soccer jersey. I have heard stories of how you missed the ball during a demonstration where you were showing the girls how to kick a penalty shot. Nevertheless, you will always be my idol.

Others refer to you as "eff-tong" or "Tong" or even your ever popular chinese name "Tong Chee Beng".

But to me, you will always be my Dearest Francis.

Love,
you know who.

okay i was actually pretty grossed out when i was writing this. hahaha... but i looove the photo. more pics from grad day which you will see in due course. =)