Heard the news of my teacher's death.
It's Mr.Ang, my maths teacher for form 1 and 2.
He was so lively, young, and naughty in a way..
he always remember me as 'mei ting's sister'..
I went to his home tuition, and there is where i gain my stronger math basic..
When i walk around the corridor and met him, he will like " Hor, ponteng?"..
It was long time since i ever saw him..
and the other time i heard about him..
was that he broke his arm when he was shifting the P.A. system..
and found out diagnosed with 3rd stage bone cancer..
and his daughter did something really bad to him at the same time...
Two days ago, saw someone posted in fb that he was in the ward in sunway hospital..
Me and my sister were worried if something bad really happen..
Today,again in facebook..i saw his news..
And his picture too..
And realize i never had a photo with him..
And now he was gone, to heaven, a better place to be..
I don't regret of not visiting him, because i don't think i can stand seeing him suffering from what he shouldn't be suffering from..
He is a good man..but why..but now he is set free..without suffer and pain..
I'm looking at his picture now..and i can't believe he is not with us anymore..
He, the one who has being healthy and cheeky and fierce sometime as a responsible discipline teacher..
R.I.P, Mr. Ang
