Good things never fail to come to an end. Why do rainbows appear and then vanish? Why do flowers bloom and die? I guess the world goes round. Good things come, good things go.
And today… We bid the best teacher ever goodbye – Mr. Tan tech poh. His farewell has brought upon tears to many, emotions went wild, and they uncontrollably broke down. This isn’t much of a surprise, such a knowledgeable and fatherly man is rare breed, a treasure that we students of his used to possess yet now lost. His tribute read by Mdm Wong was filled with such tender emotions that she broke down half way too. (This tactic is rather useful I realized.) Mr. Tan exemplified his compassion by patting his chest; feeling touched yet heart ached at the same time. (That’s so him- hard on the outside yet soft in the heart.) And taken over by Kiwi Lim (unfeeling -.- lost of atmosphere.) …
It’s really sad to see him leave now. All in 4/6 and 4/7 would understand. I’m sure those who had rather close contact with him would too. It was rather exhilarating to scream our lungs out and stand up for him.
Well, good things never fail to come to an end.
Just like those training days, when we all were tortured together. I kind of miss those days after visiting the hall today, what more mg’s blogged about training as well. Sigh. Those physically demanding 10km run that Leonard sadistically threw us with, while he drove in his car really comes a long way now. Nothing that those juniors are surviving with now could be comparable to that.
It was the sufferings that brought us together, though now gone, there are always new ways to suffer in life. -.- Interesting huh? That’s life. Life- Where good things come and go.
Trainings would again remind me of Mr. Tan. The saint who guided me, besides coach, so dutifully teaching us not only mathematics, badminton skills and also life applications. 3-in-1 packages are not easy to find these days.
Hi everyone. I should say you must be scrutinizing every part of my blog to be reading this arent you?
Well, if you're that bored or interested in me, this is me you're looking at.
Just a typical mundane human being living in this distorted world filled with what we call friends and foes.
It's just me to get all maudlin and touchy about friendships and covalent bonds that i painstakingly built,
and it's most dreading to realise what you call friends are actually fair-weathered ones and ditch you for others.
You know.. that sort of ambivalent feelings which arises with such friendships.
From young, my pedagogues have complained of me being temperamental and from there i have learnt and seen the world beyond me, where there happened to be people fairing far worst than i do.
I realised in this period of isolation that life turns out to be happier for everyone if people knew how to be sate with life.
It's just in the genes that human beings have to take things for granted and learn to appreciate things only when they have lost it. Sad isn't it?.
I admit possessing that characteristic, which led me to losing what i should have treasured most, with great regrets.
Now, like Krishna, we are inclined to seeking comfort from things that we are familiar with, unaccustomed to changes.
It may not appear to be me on the outside, braving the winds of the outside world, strong and unbeatable.
Like the saying goes, never judge the book by its cover, and i believe in that, in the way i credit people.
We all treasure private space don't we?.. It's just human nature.
And of course it most dreading to feel deserted by your friends isn't it.. ? To feel cheated and betrayed..
Well, live a sate life readers!
liKez.
+memories of the past..
+2/3'04.. where i met all of u..
+4/7'06.. the past.
+And. badminton.. where unity lies. love the ppl in it.. especially my batch of peers and the seniors!
+07s56 and jie-meis! the present.
+vjc shuttlers.. the domination of spasticity.
+you.
