Sad week.. Mr Quah passed away on Monday.

No more ever hearing him yell and his thunderous clapping.

No more kissing the table and no more standing on the chair for punishment.

No more push ups that we have to do immediately when he yells for it.

The ironic part is , I kinda miss it... it was horrible by all means but on the other hand he totally prepare us that stuff outside is going to get worst than the stuff he 'shower' on us with love. It sorta make us stronger albeit we are from a convent we can decently put it that we are rather tough.. tougher than most girls from co-ed school at least and some say better than boys even.. *snigger*

Went to the funeral on Tuesday. Cannot believe it he is lying in the coffin. No longer the man who makes our heart skipped a beat for the wrong reason. The satire feel of the screechy music in the background simply is an ironic feel to the heart thumping feeling we have everytime we see him not from anything else but fright.

He was the only teacher who took us in secondary 3 when all the other teachers shun us. We were his possibily only form class in his teaching career so we got more crap than usual but partly because we are naughty like anything else. Being in a normal stream totally conform to the other teachers we are a bunch of no-hopper.. *arrghh... hate that actually* I will always remember he brought the entire class to Malacca. It was a real fun trip to be truthful, I vaguely remember he bringing us the whole bunch of 15 year old on a bus ride to the shopping mall to get food. I mean not a coach bus but those you flag down and the conductor give you a ticket those sorta. If I am a teacher I rather everyone stay in the hotel because it seems too much trouble to be taking care of such a bunch. However he didnt think it was a chore and still brought us anyhow. Brought us for ice-cream at the hotel cafe and we didnt help him save a cent.. =P

We always hated when he teach sports practise because it is so gruelling it make BMT look tame.. however we run and jog and just do whatever our breath can to ensure we finish his instruction for fear of an entire day lecture standing by the hall way. I aint exaggerating but he can pick you and scold you in the hallway from 8-12.... Zohter experience it herself.. duh.. Anyway we can see the girl standing there before assembly start and he is scolding her ald until we go out for recess and the girl will still be in the exact spot until we are release from school abt 1.30 and the girl can still be standing there with him scolding and scolding.. geeze!

I heard he had 4 months of suffering.. I am glad that God took away his suffering to be truthful but it was also unfair that at 52 he have to go.. he still have his wife! The gossip in the parlour has it that he didnt want to go because he didnt bear to leave his wife. However his wife told him not to worry and to go if he cannot take it and the next morning he passes on.

There such a icky feelin I cannot help. Why does one have to pass on... I really will appreciate God treat him better... despite the number of curse we shower on him when we are going though his lessons on physical education. We didnt meant any of it...

To Mr Quah.. you be a legend in the old girls heart. We will pass on the tales abt you to our children and be proud that we were taught by you because it is an invaluable experience. No matter how short *although frankly 5 years in a secondary school is long enough* a relationship we had. We your former and only 3/1 form class of 1993 sincerly appreciate the opportunity to be part of it and the memorable time we had despite often frightful and scary in our context the experience was. Rest in peace and may we reunite in God's grace when we are due.