Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Not A Good Day
Yesterday wasn't a good day for me.. A very sombre one..Received a call early morning from my boyfriend.. told me his Grandpa just passed away.. his grandpa was admitted a few times already.. He was just admitted again on Saturday.. Nenot's wedding.. which kind of explains why he cant attend ya wedding Nenot... He suffered from heart problems.. During Ramadhan, things got worse.. he had to undergo a major operation.. and even then, doctor said his chance of survival is only abt 70%. But i guess his children still want to do it cos i guess deep inside they are still hoping they can see him for a longer period. and yesterday.. he gave up.. leaving lotsa grandchildren and great-grandchildren. Didn't get to attend the kenduri as i was at work.. Lunchtime, My mother called to say my aunt was admitted to hospital cos she had difficulty breathing and this has happen twice.. Got back from work, watching TV, Sar and Along (Hana sis) sms me and said that Mr Chan, my Sec Sch Art Teacher, Mr Chan passed away.. I remember him very well... he's a very nice teacher.. always ready to help his students in their work.. i rmbr him staying up late with us when we took our O levels if im not wrong or is it N Levels.. doing that Batik thingy.. he was always there to supervise us. He's critical in a very good way.. will praise us if we do a good job and will critic us if we do smth funny on our art pieces... Just the right teacher for smne like me.. I remember him as someone who seldoms scold us... and even if he's angry, it's only for a short while.. and he always joke arnd to make up for it.. i rmbr him as someone friendly.. and i also remember he has this mini sculpture of himself (just his head) in his room and we always make fun of it.. =) ... It's been sometime i went back to HKSS. come to think of it, i think, after my O Levels, i didn't really step in that school anymore although it really holds very beautiful memories in there.. I should have gone there earlier.. But i guess it's too late.. He will always be remembered by his students..
Dyan Razali
stayed home at 6:21 PM
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Dian Razali
Turning Twenty Three
25 October 1983
Singapore
Eldest of Six Siblings
Spent Six years of her life
In Yuqun pri
Five memorable years
In Hong Kah Sec
and two unforgettable years>br>
In ITE Bishan
Now, spends 9 hours daily talking about Maids
Spends a quarter of her day online
Half of the day trying to stay awake
And the other quarter, worrying abt stupid things
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