Sunday Morning

Our dearest friend will be having a full Military funeral at Mandai on Sunday. Please pay him a visit by this sunday morning before he departs. May he serve God in peace and may all of you treasure the people around you.

Hock Bao said...

Hock Bao said...

I was @ the start of my JC life journey when i met this 'Lao Fu Zi' lookalike in my class.Ivan was the one who dragged my unwilling body to the legendary Lion Den and made me a member of Wushu Club.@ that point of time,i cursed myself for joining a club that requires long tedious hours of training as i wanted to slack.Now,looking back,i realised i dont regret joining Wushu after all.

I still remember every wednesday trainings where i would usually be idling around talking nonsense while he would oredi be wielding his spear or performing stunts.@ nighttime he would volunteer to go LongKun for extra training while i'll be rushing to catch the fastest train back home.Thus explains for why hes always dozing off during thurday morning lessons.

Nearing exams,its not uncommon to see Ivan mugging on his notes after school @ the study corner or library or benches either alone or with a few friends.Its not surprising to know that he scored well for them as well.

He is always so enthusiastic on outings that if u jio ivan along,he never fails to turn up.And hes usually the joker of the crowd,amusing others with his lame Jacky Wu's jokes which often creates a crow flying above our heads.

Last Sunday(26/6),we just met during a class gathering.I didnt intend to go at first since i thought it would be a boring event,but im glad i went.It was an enjoyable night and we all had fun.We even promised to go clubbing together next time.

I still can recall Wednesday,the day when my camp was receiving a VIP and we were busy until eveningtime.By then,i was groggy and shagged out.Then i looked @ my phone and noticed 70+ missed calls.When i found out whats going on,i cried.The person who had carved a deep impression on my life had passed away.But i still carried the glimpse of hope that its a stupid joke until i attended his funeral.I didnt cry then.I was in a state of half shock and depressed.

There wont be another next time for us to do anything together again.I miss ya alot,Ivan.But hope u find peace in the other world.

Thanks for being such a bud'.

10:00 AM

Posted by Desmond Lim

Ivan had been my study khaki during my 2 yrs in JC. We studied together at the libary, at the bench next to the pond, bench outside the lib, study corner, burger king, airport, woodlands libary. He's very confidence in his math, thus will always guide me along. Very hardworking and full of fighting spirit! I think giving up is never in his mind! He's very cheerful also, never stops to let his wu ya fei guo and do all sorts of nonesense. Still remember his M&Ms trick and when the choc drops on the floor, he will make sure he swollows it. Basically is he eats everything... He will order so much food without thinking and make sure he finished it. When we goes to KTV, he will sing his fav Ah niu songs and Jay's raps.
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So going to Miss u... like crazy...
If u r with God, ask him the qns u always wanted k... I'm sure heaven is better than u had expected right? : )
Thank God, we still met on Sunday night, still remember u r bbqing the food and enjoying yourselves.
I will see what I can do k...
Rest in Peace.

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Posted by Desmond Lim to In Memory Of Ivan at 7/02/2005 12:11:55 AM

Extracted From Xiong's Blog

Extracted From Xiong's Blog

I'll say a lil' prayer for you.

When I was still a happy-go-lucky JC boy who played football all day long, chit-chat with the Farmers during Geography lectures and go on ‘fishing trips’ with Zak while Mr.Leong was explaining all the theories in Economics, I knew a chap called Ivan.

Ivan was from Wushu and you could always see him wielding Chinese swords outside Lecture Theatre One. Behind those dark framed spectacles, you almost thought Bruce Lee was resurrected.

And with half a year to go before the A-Levels, the Farmers and I met up every weekend nights and slogged till the next morning at Changi Airport’s Starbucks. And there was a familiar fellow Yjcian studying alone at one table too!
We met, we introduced and we became friends.
Everytime when my clique and I were to be studying at the airport, Ivan would be there without fail.
He was a quiet chap but in between those frequent short breaks for trash talking and supper, Ivan would shed away his ‘quiet’ mode and emerged a real joke-machine. He was so full of hilarious antics it made us laughed all the way home.
And when it was time to go home, we would take the train back. He stopped at BoonKeng and I was just 2 stops away. On the way we would talked about the impending A-Levels and our future.
We would always be saying things like, “Eh! A-levels coming liao! Scared a not?’, ‘So how’s preparations?’. “Which Uni you wanna go?’.

After graduation, we had not met. Ivan went to SISPEC and emerged as a Sergeant with dear Zak as fellow instructors at Delta Coy. Zak would mentioned to me about Ivan and his banters which made me laugh a lot. I would always thought of messaging him just to say, “Hi! How have you been?” but I always did not. Telling myself next time would be better. And that drags on for so long, till now I have not messaged him.


But I won’t have the chance anymore.
We won’t be talking anymore.
And I can’t laugh at his witty antics anymore.


For 3SG Ivan Ong has left us as 1SG Ivan Ong.
He collapsed during a run this morning at Tekong and will never recover.

Tonight, I'll say a lil' prayer for you.