There weren't any flowers at the Speaker's Corner this morning when I arrived in school.

It turned out that the rest of them who did bring flowers were holding on to them, as they would be attending Pn Tee's funeral, and would like to personally hand over the flowers themselves.

As least, that's what I thought, anyway.

We came out of assembly halfway to get ready to board the bus. My heart goes out to Tan Li Cheng, Chiah Ka Hui, Gan, Hui Dong and Yong Jia. They weren't allowed to attend the funeral at the very last second all because they were involved with raptai.

All they wanted was to pay their last respects, and even that right was snatched away from them.

It's really heart-wrenching to see them looking really upset, and I felt guilty I couldn't just drag them to the bus with the rest of us.

Gurpreet couldn't go as well. Jia Ying, didn't know about it. Doubt she can go anyway since she'll most probably end up the same way as the aforementioned group of juniors.

Kat made it in the end. Good for her.

The journey was pretty long and far. On the way, I passed by two Chinese graveyards and I couldn't help but feel nervous that we might be getting off the bus soon. I wasn't prepared of what to say to Pn Tee in my prayers yet then..

Xin Yun was solemn all the way. I know she's really upset. All of us are.

The funeral rites went on smoothly, thankfully. There's a lot I would want to confide here in this blog, but I think not. I wouldn't be respecting our late teacher if I did that.

But it was painful to hear the coffin being nailed shut.

To see the plants with hanging Chinese New Year decorations on them right next to where the funeral took place.

To finally hear Pn Tee's eldest son who cried out for his mum when the coffin was being carried away.

It was..just plain saddening.

It pains me more to know that her children are so young, and her husband sobbing uncontrollably there..

Who could blame him? His wife's life was cruelly ended in such a manner. I abhor that lorry driver. It's called a car accident for a reason, but all because he didn't adhere to the rules..

An innocent life was taken.

A mother was taken from her children, a wife was snatched from her husband, her parents without their beloved daughter, family members losing their relative, students losing a dedicated and patient teacher, the school who lost a great employee.

And hence, ends the life of a dearly loved schoolteacher. She shall be deeply missed.

Amitabha.

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It’s not an English name I came up with for myself. My mother is indeed a genius in coming up with such a splendid name for me. Although my name has been unfortunately mutilated (nicknames are excluded) over the past years, full credits to my mum for my current identity.

I’m certainly looking forward to changing the word ‘patient’ to ‘survivor’! If you’re interested to read about my journey in battling lymphoma, you can click here to proceed to my cancer blog.

Ironic, I know; this blog is mainly pink instead. I like all colours actually, but I find myself having an affinity to the colour green. In fact, I can safely say that green is my soul colour.

Languages, music, fashion, photography, cultures, dance, literature, writing; just about anything, really. The arts truly intrigue me, especially thought-provoking pieces. Of course, the arts play a major role in inspiring me in my everyday life.

I don’t have a favourite genre – I read any book that interests me!

I am a trained right-hander from young, since apparently being left-handed is considered ‘wrong’. Basically, I’m ambidextrous! No wonder I find it easier to air guitar using my left hand than my right; I simply relate to the arts than subjects that deal with logical thinking better, too.

A stubborn Bull I am, too. I abhor being rushed. I prefer doing matters at my own reasonable pace. I don’t particularly like changes in my routine, but I can adapt quite easily. I’m a very practical person as well. I enjoy the beautiful things in life, but that doesn’t make me shun ugliness at all. Besides, it all depends on how one perceives beauty. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder!

Still am, but I’m slowly learning to accept imperfection into my life. Also, I’m doing my best to erase the many expectations I have so I could one day master the art of letting go and freeing myself to simple happiness and joy.

Compared to before, I’m less dramatic nowadays. Language-wise, I attempt to blog flawlessly in English and speak proper English online with my peers. Call me a Grammar Nazi all you want, but that’s how I roll. I only converse in perfect English in formal situations and during my dramatic outbursts. Otherwise, I’m absolutely capable of communicating like the average Malaysian!

It’s a different issue altogether when you’re forced to learn for the sake of getting good grades, though. Other than that, I’m open to new information and knowledge anytime! I especially would like to learn more languages and pick up new musical instruments.

…are just some of the things I would love to do in the near future, hopefully!

the basic rules apply. If you respect me, I’ll respect you. If you happen to be someone who has low EQ skills, I’ll try to be tolerant but my patience is definitely limited. I’m observant when it comes to human behaviour. I’m a person of many opinions, but I don’t voice them out unless I trust you enough; I’m very honest and candid when it comes to the people I can trust. Even though I trust very easily, not everybody can prove that they’re all that nice. Hurt me, and I’ll only defend myself if necessary. Hurt my family or my friends – you won’t find me holding back.

Is there anything else you would like to know about me?
Throw me your questions and/or doubts here! I honestly have nothing to hide, so you’ll expect the truth and nothing but the truth.

It’s only how I phrase my answers that you’ll have to be aware of.
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There weren't any flowers at the Speaker's Corner this morning when I arrived in school.

It turned out that the rest of them who did bring flowers were holding on to them, as they would be attending Pn Tee's funeral, and would like to personally hand over the flowers themselves.

As least, that's what I thought, anyway.

We came out of assembly halfway to get ready to board the bus. My heart goes out to Tan Li Cheng, Chiah Ka Hui, Gan, Hui Dong and Yong Jia. They weren't allowed to attend the funeral at the very last second all because they were involved with raptai.

All they wanted was to pay their last respects, and even that right was snatched away from them.

It's really heart-wrenching to see them looking really upset, and I felt guilty I couldn't just drag them to the bus with the rest of us.

Gurpreet couldn't go as well. Jia Ying, didn't know about it. Doubt she can go anyway since she'll most probably end up the same way as the aforementioned group of juniors.

Kat made it in the end. Good for her.

The journey was pretty long and far. On the way, I passed by two Chinese graveyards and I couldn't help but feel nervous that we might be getting off the bus soon. I wasn't prepared of what to say to Pn Tee in my prayers yet then..

Xin Yun was solemn all the way. I know she's really upset. All of us are.

The funeral rites went on smoothly, thankfully. There's a lot I would want to confide here in this blog, but I think not. I wouldn't be respecting our late teacher if I did that.

But it was painful to hear the coffin being nailed shut.

To see the plants with hanging Chinese New Year decorations on them right next to where the funeral took place.

To finally hear Pn Tee's eldest son who cried out for his mum when the coffin was being carried away.

It was..just plain saddening.

It pains me more to know that her children are so young, and her husband sobbing uncontrollably there..

Who could blame him? His wife's life was cruelly ended in such a manner. I abhor that lorry driver. It's called a car accident for a reason, but all because he didn't adhere to the rules..

An innocent life was taken.

A mother was taken from her children, a wife was snatched from her husband, her parents without their beloved daughter, family members losing their relative, students losing a dedicated and patient teacher, the school who lost a great employee.

And hence, ends the life of a dearly loved schoolteacher. She shall be deeply missed.

Amitabha.

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