all my papers like dying le, [ xcept EM3b] the rest all die!
CAEM paper today i left almost 14 marks BLANK!
bad.
after paper i went for the Sabah trip pre-activities, had some bonding sessions with the rest of the groups.and guess whats our presents?
after that we went to the balestier special school for kids with special (needs like autism or down syndrome) for the pre-trip activies. It's really quite an eye-opener. i see the compassion in the tour guide's eyes(: we had a tour over there. That was my dream job! child psychology, speech therapy,psysiotherapy and all the other kinds of therapies. that was the kind of job i had been dreaming all the while.they are the kind of people i want to work with.
my own port folio for my dream. a simple one, accumulated from many years back, with newspaper cuttings and reviews. personal observations, essay writings, even the paths to pursue that career is carefully planed.
newspaper articles cut outs
article reviews/ reflections
personal observations
yea. i had so much interest for the job. but in this cold hard world. they wun let mi in, it's money they look for. you want me to get into an easy course that will give me good job perspects and pay, you said that's the only way to live a good life. but did you ask me what's my definition of good life? not the competition for bigger cars, and higher pays, but the contentment in the work i do, the sense of self-worthy. in the past, we sit down and listen to what you want. now, can you sit down and listen to what WE want?
stop manupilating people's life and stop looking down on us. - and giving us the excuse " that is for your own benefit"? yes, we may be tempted to make foolish decisions sometimes, your guidance is invaluable to us. but not your orders.
why dont you let them finish their secondary education? why do you have to ask them to drop out of school to go to ITE? is that really the best for them? they were only what? 15,17 . cant you at least pin some hope on your sons? and stop seeing them as some useless people.
yea, back to the sabah trip. everything was fine. except they put me in different group as jun lin which is kinda of sad.
on the way back home to study for my last paper, suddenly receive a call from my brother's friend. my brother got into some trouble and they want me to go down to "tan pan" talk with them, if not they are going to beat him up. i was kinda worried and lost at that time. what am i suppose to say? every word from them sounded so threatening. and their beng vocab i seriously cant understand much, on the phone keep asking " what you mean? what's this? what's that?" which sounded quite silly, i thought i was suppose to be firm and fiercer bits lol. after whole lots of 30 min on the phone, den they finally let him go. after all, the only thing they wanted from his is a word of sorry. im still proud of myself at least i mangage to warn them dont touch my brother at all and dun ever distrub him again despite their killing tone. hai. i thought i kept him out of trouble by nt letting him get into punggol sec, but he still gt into trouble from somewhere else. mayb that's the guys process of growing up? i really dont know.
yea, after the whole lots of incidents. reach home really tired and no mood at all. keep worrying and worrying and worrying. when he came back home, he refused to tell me a single thing.
FCE tml? die.
this sem result sure drop le
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