I guess this blog really has its meaning....who would have known. One day he left us, but not before he gave us a gift. A gift where we can write our thoughts and always be connected no matter where we are yesterday, today, or tomorrow. Guess in a way it says...strangers don't leave one another once they are called friends. Thanks Astley! :)
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Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Monday, August 20, 2007
A Trip without you
Few days ago, we went for a trip in a very big group.I believed none of us will wish to go. A trip to Ipoh, your hometown, and it was last trip to send you off. All awhile, you had been organizing a trip for us. Unfortunately, due to our busy schedule, we can’t have a chance to go together. I wish it was a happy trip with you acting as a clown in the long journey bus.
On the way down to Ipoh, I was feeling very down and tired. Had been crying the pervious night, but I couldn’t slept. The journey seems to be very long that night. The jokes we used to share, the Fion’s name symphonic we used to perform, the brotherly hug when I was down, the hell week we had been going through, kept appearing in my mind while I was way down to your wake. I wish I could tell you that you are a great manager, friend, and brother to me. I wish I could tease you once again on the Old Man and his Parker Pen and your long winded explanation and my Jelly drink. I think I could only wish.
Although it hard to adapt your absence; I told myself I had to bury my grief and move on while I was on my way back to Singapore. I hope you will cope well of being an angel watching over us.
On the way down to Ipoh, I was feeling very down and tired. Had been crying the pervious night, but I couldn’t slept. The journey seems to be very long that night. The jokes we used to share, the Fion’s name symphonic we used to perform, the brotherly hug when I was down, the hell week we had been going through, kept appearing in my mind while I was way down to your wake. I wish I could tell you that you are a great manager, friend, and brother to me. I wish I could tease you once again on the Old Man and his Parker Pen and your long winded explanation and my Jelly drink. I think I could only wish.
Although it hard to adapt your absence; I told myself I had to bury my grief and move on while I was on my way back to Singapore. I hope you will cope well of being an angel watching over us.
Thank you Mr Astley and May God Bless you. Rest Well!
My Noble Manager.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Tell me this was jus a dream. August 15, 3:15
August 15,
the day started out pretty ok. till i went to the balcony to have
a cigarette. Just then, a friend SMSed me and at that point, i saw
the time, it was 3:15.
When someone broke that tragic news to me, i couldn't say a word.
Its hard to swallow the fact that the person who i just saw the day
before, is now gone.
Usually, every time i walked past the sales room, Astley's place would always
be empty, cos he'd be out in schools. But I had always known that
most of the times, he'd be back in the office by 6+ and both of us would
be at the balcony to enjoy the last stick of the day before i head home.
Now, when I walked past that room, i still see his empty place. But things
are different now. He's never coming back. We never had that last stick
on that day.
Old people and sick people, when they passed, even though its painful,
you have more or less psyched yourself for the worst.
But how was i supposed to be psyched for this?
I couldn't forget that day and I wouldn't forget the memories
that we had. Astley, thank you for the treats, all the rides home
and finally, thank you for giving me the chance to get to know you.
It's been an honour.
Only time could heal this pain that all of us are feeling.
Tell me this was just a dream, August 15, 3:15.
May you rest in peace, my brother.
-gazza
the day started out pretty ok. till i went to the balcony to have
a cigarette. Just then, a friend SMSed me and at that point, i saw
the time, it was 3:15.
When someone broke that tragic news to me, i couldn't say a word.
Its hard to swallow the fact that the person who i just saw the day
before, is now gone.
Usually, every time i walked past the sales room, Astley's place would always
be empty, cos he'd be out in schools. But I had always known that
most of the times, he'd be back in the office by 6+ and both of us would
be at the balcony to enjoy the last stick of the day before i head home.
Now, when I walked past that room, i still see his empty place. But things
are different now. He's never coming back. We never had that last stick
on that day.
Old people and sick people, when they passed, even though its painful,
you have more or less psyched yourself for the worst.
But how was i supposed to be psyched for this?
I couldn't forget that day and I wouldn't forget the memories
that we had. Astley, thank you for the treats, all the rides home
and finally, thank you for giving me the chance to get to know you.
It's been an honour.
Only time could heal this pain that all of us are feeling.
Tell me this was just a dream, August 15, 3:15.
May you rest in peace, my brother.
-gazza
Friday, August 17, 2007
My first entry - To Astley
Never expected my very first post in this AnL blog would be this. Someone told me once that why great people leave the world too soon and I had passed the message on to some of the member -
it's because God want them back as angel.
I am not a particular religious person, but this would be a nice thought. None of us will fail to have this person in our heart forever.
My tribute to him.
it's because God want them back as angel.
I am not a particular religious person, but this would be a nice thought. None of us will fail to have this person in our heart forever.
My tribute to him.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
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