Y9:19 PM
I do not know how to react to such a painful piece of news. You'd gone through so much pain which
I or any other human being will
never feel or know about. Perhaps I should be glad that your sufferings had come to an end. That piercing pain you feel everyday, from one to another, only
you knew how terrible it felt. I remember, during our days of our examinations, you dragged yourself out of bed. Despite the excruciating pain you were feeling, you saw yourself trying your very best to attend school just so you'd see us doing the same thing too, trying our best to ace our english and emath papers. And there I was, trying to find all sorts of excuses to skip school. I thought a fever of 39 degrees celsius was major enough, but you. You're so strong, I'd like to be like you one day. True, maybe I should be glad that you're no longer suffering but no, I miss you a lot already. Those precious moments we had, will permanently be etched in my mind and live in me for every heart beat that will occur. I still remember, the second emath lesson my classmates and I had with you, I still remember that. I told sherly gunawan how fun the lesson was, how great you were. And now I am telling everyone how great you still are. It's ironic how I usually ace emath when you taught me. & then when you left for a moment, there were various disgusting poor grades that I got. Sucked really, but then you made a come back. So did my A2. You're so smart, I'd like to be like you someday. I remember during emath lessons when I was sitting with the two crazy Ains. We three girls used to laugh out so loud and then you will notice. You'd stare at me and you'd doubt, you'd doubt whether or not I was mentally "ok". Then I would stare back at you and smile. Then you'd
laugh. Emath lessons were good stuff. English lessons too. Remember when all of us had the 1 hour "excursion"? I thought that was such a cute meaningful experience. We J-walked. Walked up and down the hill. Was it a coconut that darren was messing around with? Yeah, then we bought titbits for breakfast. Then we reached school a little late for the next lesson. Then you'd save us all just by saying a simple sorry to the teacher. I miss you so much. I really do. For the past few weeks, I kept asking myself whether or not you were still alive. Then earlier today, I got a call and zillion text messages telling me I just lost somebody so dear so lovely so caring so meaningful. Ironic how you mean a lot to me when we're not related by blood. Plus you're decades older than me. You're a teacher/a mother/a
friend I never had. I still keep the goodnight and goodluck messages you sent me. They mean a lot to me, they really do. Every text message you sent me, I've never deleted any of them.
Any of them. And I never will. Funny how others could bring themselves to dislike you. They are crazy people. After hundreds of words I've typed, I still do not know how I should react to this piece of news. When I found out that you passed away, I was stunned but I was okay, I was calm. But now, I don't know it's difficult, I kept having flashbacks about the times we spent together. I'll try my best to get an A for both english and emath, I will. Cos for you, a thousand times over.
Miss peh, I love you. And may your soul rest in peace.
