Lifes been hard.

Holidays are over, a weeks break, was fun while it lasted. Spent saturday studying, rather trying to study. Im not the type that can study for long, too much time and nothing goes in, gets rather frustrating. I prefer listening and getting it the first time.

Came back to school today. First day, and in the morning we were greeted with unfortunate news. My chinese B syllabus teacher had passed away unexpectedly. He was a very nice teacher. He made sure we understood and as i remember, gave us the most life lessons a teacher could. He would also tell us stories of old Singapore. We were his objective. He worked hard to make sure we could make it. He could retire and relax at home but he decided to work and teach us so we could make it. If only some of us had shown him due respect. I know i did, Im sure the rest will remember him well. But then again, death is only a door. A passing to a greater place. "He will have a place in our hearts" as Michael said.

"No weeping, no hurt or pain, no suffering, You hold me now."

Ending off.