Adam Khoo, Thank You
26 April 2009
April 26, 2009
i've been on KaraokeParty.com , singing many songs. & i sang Hero by Mariah Carey. made me think back to the Adam Khoo workshop. Many thoughts ran through my mind. & im really really happy.on the last day of that workshop, we were totally moved. I swear. When the workshop was only starting, many people, myself included, felt like running away from it, about 7 or 8hours in a room a day was not very appealing to us. But Then, we met Freddy. the ah bu nei nei. we absolutely loved him & his jokes. laughing seemed contagious that day. then came Andrea. the self-denial. (: she kept saying that she was cute, was pretty, joked alot with us too. totally thought she was cool. then, lastly, Mr Benjamin Ong. or, Bong. (: he started out beautifully, laughing just like the others. then, i forgot why, he blew his top. he slammed the boards, we were stunned. & the last hour too. we left for home that day, upset and shaken. the next day, we started out with Bong. we had'nt forgotten how he looked the day before, & of course, we were seemingly less enthu than usual. but, he apologized, & we went back to normal. he was actually a really nice and funny guy. next, Andrea again. she was funny, as usual. she taught us the Chiwawa! :D had loads of fun. then, Freddy came back in. he was like the day before, funny as hell. then, he frightened us too. he started 'scolding' us. made us cry hell lots. i can never forget what he said "On your birthday, you are out celebrating with your friends. But did you ever think? On your birthday, is THE DAY WHEN YOUR MOTHER WENT THROUGH HOURS OF LABOUR PAIN TO GIVE BIRTH TO YOU. SHE COULD HAVE ABORTED YOU. but she didnt." i was totally ashamed of myself. i think, everyone was crying like hell that day. we went home with a heavy heart again. (he also told us to write a letter to our parents.) third and final day, we did more crying. i cant really remember the procedure who came in first, but i guess that doesnt matter. oh yes, on the night of the second day, i told my parents about the night talk. I was REALLYREALLY upset when they said they couldnt go. i was crying, almost. i begged them to go, actually. when they sent me to school the next day, i left a message for my parents. I said " it would really mean alot alot to me if you guys came tonight. Please." they didnt reply me specifically, if they would be coming. I was close to tears the whole day. then, i messaged both my parents, asking if they would be coming. I really felt blissful when my father replied " Yes." such a simple word, but it really meant so much to me. My dad never did really come for any of my school events. Only my mum, even during PTCs. so i was really overjoyed. i started encouraging my friends to ask their parents to come too. when Freddy asked who would be going on stage to talk, i raised my hand proudly.
on that night, my parents of course really did come. i did not tell them anything about me going on stage. i just led them to the hall. seated them, and waited. then, i went up, asking my parents to stand up, i started speaking about my heartfelt words. Words i knew i would never be able to say to them all my life. I cried my heart out that day. but, i also knew the true meaning when my dad said he loved me. & of course, my mum. My dad is a strong guy. I've never seen him cry before. but, on that day, he teared. for me. i cried even harder when i saw that. I swear, this workshop really really pulled our relationship even closer. I really love both of my parents. (: (god, im tearing while writing this.) Lastly, i want to thank, Coaches Freddy, Andrea & Bong. For teaching us anything and everything we must learn. For teaching us how to love. For helping us to be a better person. Thank You. Words cannot express how much i feel for you guys. & Mr Adam Khoo. For simply creating this workshop, for us students. Thank You. Mummy & Daddy, I LOVE YOU. (this workshop shall always be etched into my mind forever.) |
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