Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Appreciate.

In life, there are just so many unforeseen events that each and everyone of us could not anticipate anyhow. Everyone of us has our own journey to embark on. And it started once we arrived into this world. To me, this long and winding road seems endless. In reality, we do not want to race to the finish line unless we have fulfilled and accomplished our agendas.
Just as I was punching the letters on my greasy keyboard, a moth fluttered out of nowhere, hovered round my laptop and landed elegantly on my disorganised bureau. I flinched at the thought of murdering it. What if it was her? What if she has came to pay me a visit? What if this was the only chance I can get to tell her what I wanted to say? I couldn't miss this opportunity. Am I thinking too much? I know she has crossed her finish line, but I can still feel her presence, as though nothing has happened at all. Like what Min Jun told me, she might be somewhere, but we couldn't see her.
She was a wonderful woman. A loving mother. A caring teacher. A true friend. She is Mdm Ong Foon. Always cheerful, jovial and known to some of us as "Apple", Mdm Ong was one of the greatest person who has since walked into my life. She was like a mother to us all. I still remember how she used to conduct the choir, waving her hands gracefully in mid-air. I still remember how red her chubby face turned when we admitted that we had forgotten to bring our musical scores. I still remember how she used to stand in the middle of the music room, thumping rhythmically on the keyboard. I still remember how she made us laugh when taught us to open our nostrils and make our bodies go "FAT FAT". I still remember how she used to spread an adorable grin across her face when we cracked jokes. I still remember how I used to tease her and call her "MEI-NUE" (Pretty Girl) every single time I see her. I still remember how we used to peep over the half-opaque door to the staff lounge near the canteen to spot her chattering joyfully with the other teachers. I still remember how often Kai En and I used to visit her desk at the staff room only to find her chewing on her snacks. I still remember how I used to confide in her when in doubt. I still remember those ecstatic moments spent while we were in Genting and Perth. I still remember how she poured her heart and soul out for the entire choir, trying to bring out the best in us. I still remember how we used to embrace one another in our arms. I still remember how she used to tell us to study hard for Chinese Lang. I still remember how delightful her voice sounded. I still remember how she used to tell us stories when we appeared bored. I still remember how she used to impart moral values to us all when she seemed to sense that we lacked some.
I miss her. It's too hard to imagine she's gone. I just can't take the truth. I'm relieved that she has been released from her agonising pain these couple of years. But I lament to the fact that I won't be able to see her in person anymore. My heart is painful. I still remember vividly the last hug, and those words we exchanged last year. That was it.
Mdm Ong, I truly wish to thank you for everything you've taught me these years since I stepped myself into Coral and choir. We've made several wonderful memories of us. I will be reliving those memories to remind me of you. I miss you Mdm Ong. Wherever you are, I hope you will be blissful. I love you.
Goodbye.

freed his mind P.Y.R.A - U.G.I.N.E at 9:39 PM [comment]

Life is beautiful, so are you.