Sunday, December 21, 2008
Before this morning, I had so much to write about my work and encounter with the new staff from Emit Asia, about yesterday's Nutcracker, its ballet dancers, the plot, the chorography, their incredible toes and heart-warming smiles...
Get back to this morning, I can't review the events properly coz it was messy and heart breaking.. Yup I quarrelled with her again and felt surprised now when the cause of it s my most beloved sibling.
I wrote something like this in my diary:
Where was she when i got my PSLE results? Where was she when I reported to Mayflower? Where was she when I bought the uniforms of wrong size?
Fine, I disappointed her. So I looked for secondary sch myself. I carried all the textbooks home on my own. I went to my neighbours when confused of the terms in the forms. I did them all by my own and I was proud. I believed at that time no one else can accomplished what I did.
And now, when he get his results, she is here. Good, she brought him to the school, bought uniforms with him, carried the books for him. That was what a mum should do right?
Then, when she chats on the phone, when asked how's his son's result, she said, " Very good , he got into Hwa Chong!" When asked what school her daughter went. She answered, "Not good, coz her results are bad."
I have never thought MF is lousy till it came out from her mouth. At least the school regconised me. At least its pple proved my existence. At least one of those teachers might feel proud of me even if I didn't do anything great.
Nvm, I'm still proud of myself. If she dies tmr, I can still survive, but he'll die as well. What's the point of getting to the top sch when he can't even fill in a simple form, when he dun even know how to take a bus there, when he dun have a ez-link card and not knowing how to apple for one? he was just lucky to be in the right pri sch which trained him well.
Jia Yi, u were right. I'm a deprived child.
