Mr.Khor Hong Yin Left Methodist Boys' School Penang.
How am I gonna put it?
Sad? Happy? Normal?
This feeling, it's just so hard to describe.
Yes, Mr. Khor Hong Yin, Methodist Boys' School's Principal.
He has retire after serving for the school for the past 7 years.
He's 58 this year.
We all gave our last respects to him as the school's principal.
Gave him presents, taking photos.
There's a quote in his speech saying that,
*Success never comes without hard work*
Well, today's the last day of school, nothing much happened.
There're lots of firecrackers burning and it go like BOOM ! BAM !! POW !!!
It's such a noisy day, haha.
Yea, this year will be the last year of my upper forms school life.
After form 5, no more happy go lucky school life.
Why am I laughing still?
My SPM exams is like in one week!
And yet I'm sitting in front of my computer.
Sigh. Who knows what might happen and who will we meet in the future?
So, enjoy your life now.
Don't hesitate for the future.
Well, Sir ! I Dedicate this song for you on my blog !
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind ?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and auld lang syne ?
For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
well tak a cup o kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
And surely yell be your pint-stoup !
And surely Ill be mine !
And well tak a cup o kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
We twa hae run about the braes,
and poud the gowans fine ;
But weve wanderd mony a weary fit,
sin auld lang syne.
We twa hae paidld in the burn,
frae morning sun till dine ;
But seas between us braid hae roard
sin auld lang syne.
And theres a hand, my trusty fiere !
And gies a hand o thine !
And well tak a right gude-willie-waught,
for auld lang syne.
老友怎能忘記
心中不懷念？
老友怎能忘記
和那美好往昔。
為了往日友誼，
讓我們舉杯暢飲，
敬友誼地久天長。
我們曾走過山崗，
品過野菊芳香，
但如今各自奔波，
有過美好往昔。
我們曾盪漾小溪，
從日出到夕暮，
但如今各自一方，
往昔美好不再。
我信賴的朋友，
友誼始終常在，
讓我們舉杯，
為友誼長存乾杯。
And Finally The School Song !
Come and sing a rousing song,
Tap your feet as you go along,
Sing of MBS Penang, sing of MBS Penang,
Pykett came to blaze the trail,
There's no room for hearts that quail,
Learn then there can be no rest,
Till you given all your best.
MBS ! (MBS), MBS ! (MBS)
For you a name for us a fame,
Shining steadily and lustily,
To show us life's a game,
MBS ! (MBS), MBS ! ( MBS)
O Come what may we vow to play,
Life's a great game with courage and spirit gay.
MBS ! (MBS)
WE WILL MISS YOU MR.KHOR !