The Brinjal's

Thursday, January 15, 2009 7:51 AM
If love is the answer, could you rephrase your question?

I know this may sound stupid, coming from someone like me. I had been contemplating if i should put it down here, but i really cant resist it. The thing is, my math teacher is gone.

Mr chee is gone.

You guys probably dont know how much weight the previous sentence holds. It's as heavy as a rock in my heart, a huge huge boulder in me, and its crushing my entire motivation to continue learning math with that much enthusiasm as before.

I miss Mr Chee. I miss the way he teach, the way he tells a joke and yet we didnt laugh and we end up laughing because its a joke and no one laughs. I miss the way he talks to me, not in a teacher teacher way, but, he treats me like a friend.

If you know me well, i have told this to everyone of my friends that i, eileen, will never ever wanna have any emotional attachments to NYJC or the teachers in there. It really turns out that i was wrong. I depended on Mr Chee way too much, everytime i dont know anything, i'll feel at ease because i know he will always be there to guide me, to give me a direction.

Now, he's gone. And someone's taken his place.

People in the class forgets him, they say," He's not that great.."

I beg to differ, i think he is not good, he is awesome.

You know why people dont think he is good?

They dont take the initiative to look for him when they dont get the concept of it.

They did badly in their promos, and who do they blame?

I thought of him when i had the new maths lesson with the new teacher. I choked back my tears,as i found myself looking at the teacher conducting the lessons, and how i see the past year's lessons by Mr Chee.

During biology today, i didnt have much mood. I was still feeling rather down, and Mr Neo told me to wake up, and Luqman said something which angered me. He said, " Eileen sure must be thinking of Mr Chee AGAIN."

You all dont know how i feel. Maybe you do, but yes, i did think of him. I am proud to think of him, i am proud to be his student, and if not because of him, i will never be where i am now. Luqman was in his class last year too, and i dont understand, how come you just dont feel sad that someone who has done you a service in educating you, has now disappear from your life? For some reason i myself know, i felt like shoving his mouth right down to his asshole and he can call out to his dick for all i care. Damn.

Sorry, i didnt mean to be crude. I just... nevermind.

I told Mr Chee that i will work very hard so that i can do well for my A's. He will forever be a motivation for me.

And i assure you, he will never leave the place in my heart.

I am really grateful to him for his patience and guidance. You think it sounds corny, cheesy, stupid, cliche, but lemme tell you, they are words from the heart. If you are gonna be another Luqman, you can jolly well scram.

And i am not trying to insult Luqman in this post. I was just saying how i feel.

If i ever see Mr Chee on the streets one day, i will thank him. I wish i will get the chance to.

This emptiness when i go to school these days, the void is inexplicable, the loneliness is vast. So so vast, so so mysterious, i know my body will never be as huge a container to bottle them up.

I miss J1, i miss the old lessons, i miss them All.

Thank You Mr Chee, you are the best.

Absence- that common cure for love?

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