So many things.

So many things happened today.

In the morning was. Uh. Studying (?) with Wilfred and Celestine and a totall-not-dressed-to-enter-school Karen Neo. Didn't really achieve much except for that one paragraph in my EoM (that was due like yesterday HAHAHAHA). Got to try out Kart Rider on the iPhone. DAMN FUN LIKKA MARIO KART. But FREE. Can't wait for Mario Kart to come out on the 3DS. Then my 3DS won't be so useless. ANYWAY.

After that ][[][]=]]'=]=]=]=]=][][][][]]]][ haha sorry there was like a piece of food or something stuck under the "[" key and I was trying to get it out. I guess I'll leave that in for comedy effect. After that I went for Mr Thong's wake with Cheryl Chiew. I didn't know how to get to the casket centre so Wilfred offered to bring me there. BUT he wasn't willing to meet Cheryl. Shy ah. So came this super dumb plan of pretending to not know who he was whilst following him, which ultimately failed cause Cheryl and I took a cab in the end. We reached the place nonetheless.

It was absolutely heart-wrenching. As I was waiting for the lift I saw the screen to my right.

"Mr Peter Thong - Level 5, Regency Room"

That's when the reality of his passing really hit me. Prior to that I only felt blank towards the news of his passing on. But seeing his name there made me realise that he really had departed. I missed him. I miss him still now. I remembered all the jokes he made and all our stupid banter that made him chuckle and his scolding us for talking so much. I remember him telling me that when I grow up, I confirm will cheat on my wife. But jokes aside, he saw something in all of us, and we could tell. He'd lecture us, sure, but underneath all that we knew he was just showing us that he loved every one of us like his sons and daughters and he sincerely wanted us to reach for and attain what he believed we could reach for and attain.

Walking into the room and being shown the way to his casket. It was an utterly nerve-wrecking experience. I was scared. I knew Cheryl was too. She was tearing already. We stopped at the foot of his casket, took in the sombre atmosphere. I asked the usher if we could go closer, she kindly obliged. The fear in me reached its peak as we approached Mr Thong. But all of it was dispelled the moment I saw him. He was drained of colour; he was gone. But he looked so peaceful. I started crying, seeing him like this. Memories of his class came back once again. His laugh, his scolding voice, his beating me with the feather duster whenever I talked too much; fond memories just came rushing back again. I cried.

It must be strange to see this big guy standing there trying to control himself from sobbing. But it happened anyway. I wanted to say so much to him in between my tears. But nothing could come out. I noticed the peace I felt when I looked at him again. And I smiled. Now I was a big, crying but smiling guy there, just looking at him. I was so happy that he's in a better place now. He already was a sick man back in '09-'10 when I was in his class. The pain's gone now. I could've stood there for hours. But Cheryl nudged me, she was uncomfortable and wanted to leave. Honestly I wish I'd said no. I really did want to spend more time with Mr Thong. But nevermind. He'll be in our hearts and memories, being one of the greatest teachers I've ever had and ever will have.

This is turning into a narrative, hahaha. Narratives always were my thing.

ANYWAY


and now for something completely different.

After that I went to Cheryl's house to slack in an awkward turtle fashion. Saw Joey too, goodness, I didn't realise I missed her so much till I saw her. Didn't really voice it out though. Didn't feel like talking. I just greeted her a happy birthday and sat down on the couch and watched friends. Yeah, that super old sitcom.

Speaking of friends, her friends came over with a cake to wish her a happy birthday. I've never had anything like that happen before actually (HINTHINTHINT TO MY FRIENDS IF I HAVE ANY)

After that I just came home and wasted my life on the internet as per normal. Also, Today is official social networking day! For me. Sort of. It marks the birth of my twitter account (follow me on @owlgohoot !) and this blog! How delightful!

That's all for now, I guess.

P.S. I miss the my Atlas house comm. Heck, I miss all 34 of you jokers.