I have wanted to call you Fuzzy in your face ever since I saw you quietly practising walking up to the podium to accept red scarf on the eve of National Day in 2011. Fuzzy! Fuzz! Fuzzzzyyyyyyy!!! Yay!!!
As you probably know, today is my last day. But before I leave, I wanted to take this opportunity to let you know what a great and distinct pleasure it has been to type “Today is my last day.”
You were an OK MD until I figured out why you were sent to BBS. That is when I started hating BBS and started dreaming of leaving BBS. And now that this dream has become a reality, please know that I could not have reached this goal without your unending lack of support. Words cannot express my gratitude for the words of gratitude you did not express.
2013 was a very very stressful year for some of us here in BBS. You were under tremendous pressure to justify your very existence in BBS. You did all you could. I admit that you were a great coach. But I consider myself a patriot. I did not want to bend like Dawa.
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