I am holding Your hands

This is a tribute Mr Loh,

Who was called home to be with the

Lord

Last Friday, dragon boat race, Cambodia.



Although I never really knew him,

I can feel the pain of losing a loved one,

Understand the guilt of not knowing the the person better, allowing the chance to slip by,

The heartache that wouldnt subside.



After he was gone, I began recollecting my memories I had of him

During his short short time in school.3 exact ones.

He was the invigilator for my Chinese A's oral

He carries his tea and newspaper and walks down the canteen steps, just as I

Arrive in school

And the very last time I saw him, at the dance camp,

Pres asked him for the key to ds2

And he said that he would try to find it but doesnt think he would be able to.



Although I dont know him, I dont know why I feel sad

It kinda unconsciously affected my mood...

But it wasnt totally because of this I believe...

Pipetted like 20 micro litre when it was suppose to be 100

Jus distracted I guess

Aunty at the pantry saw me reading the papers and said it was sad too

And she told me a saying in dialect that says shan(mountains) can be builled but not shui (water)



From what I have heard and listened to the past few days,

I concluded that he was a passionate guy.



From this freak accident,

I learnt once again,

To cherish what I have and the people around me

To not take things for granted.

So I just wanna say thank you to my family, DAD and MUM
For helping me with everything and tolerating my mood swings
And a thank you to you, for reading my blog
Thank you to those who appreciates me and my existence
Thank you for encouraging me when I am down...(Thanks Rene:))
It's never too late.

Rest In Peace, Mr Loh and the four other young team members not forgetting the Cambodian .

In my Heavenly Father's house, he prepared many mansions.

Yl