my commemorative speech

due to 'enormous' requests, i've decided to post my speech... lolz..
enjoy ya.. i hope *finger cross* hehe

I would like to commemorate a person whom I’ve known for a long time. Ever since he is a young kid, adults around him would disallow whatever things he wished to do. Things like climbing up the stairs, to joining the kids in the playground during the evenings. Usually the answer is a straight ‘no’. This is probably he was the only child.

The distance between his parents and himself were drawn further apart. This is because his parents were constantly working. There’s no one at home, besides grandma. Most of the time, he would be alone, either watching television or playing with his own toys.

His parents weren’t the best communicator in the world. His dad is a very quiet person; he will let his wife do the talking and scolding and his mom never listen. Deep inside, he knows what his parents’ good intentions were, but somehow he just had that feeling of irritation. Probably they weren’t there, when he needed them most. And the anger and frustration in him just couldn’t disperse in a snap of fingers.

He hated it when he is being nag, he hated it when he is being scold, and he hated it when he is always being proved wrong. Hence, he just distances himself from everyone, and bottling up everything.

During secondary he attended a boy school; he was a loner. Along came a boy who he thinks he could hang out together. He even joined his friends’ tuition centre, all just to mingle around with his friend. But one day, his best friend as he thought he was, betray him. And that causes him to bury deeper into his dark and quiet shell.

He wasn’t acing his subjects in school; neither was he making waves in the sport he loves most. He always hung his head low, slouching while walking along the corridors. His self-esteem is at his lowest. The only time he feels confident is during private training. He doesn’t have to compete with anyone but the thousands of shuttlecocks that were bombarded by his coach. He would run all over the court, hitting the shuttle as hard as possible,
stretching every muscle in the body. Sometimes, half way through the session, he would vomit. His face is as pale as snowflakes, legs and arms trembling, but he never complains, in fact he felt good, he was happy.

Like any other teenager, he had a couple of relationships. But none went well. Finally, he told himself that he should open up, and let someone fill up the emptiness in him. And his wish came true. He found someone that; as they often say, the other half that completes me. In fact, things went really well, for the first time after so many years, he thinks he has found happiness. The same happiness when he was in the court. Except, this was even better.

But things started to change, just 3 months after she went to overseas to further her education. The next thing he knows she told him she wants to call off the relationship. Reasons given? She found happiness there, and she’s thinking of getting a PR.

It was just like a heavyweight boxer landing the final blow on his opponent. He was totally knocked-out cold. I’m sorry… dead is a more appropriate word for it. You may come to think; come on man, just 6 months in a relationship, couldn’t be that bad. Believe me, I’ve question him exactly the same thing as well. I think he just couldn’t take it anymore.

If you are still wondering who this person is. He’s me.

Yes, my situation is not as bad as some who lost their love ones. But to me, losing a friend is like losing a part of me, let alone something that is precious to me. From the day I decide to move on, I have also decided to leave my mind, body and soul that have nothing but misery in my life at the graveyard of melancholy. Today I stand in front of you as a newborn person, just like a phoenix rising from the ashes once again; learning everything from zero, laying a pathway for greater things that lies ahead for me. For I know things will always get better the next time.