Dear teacher


Today, it marked the end of the 3 months journey of my work at the tuition centre.

Frankly speaking, I feel more relieved than reluctant to leave. Many times during work, I thought of school – people playing in school. I wonder why. I think it is because I found it too tiring to work on too many things and not leading the carefree life I truly want. I am only human.

Through these 3 months, I really learnt a lot of myself, from the kids, the teachers (we are regarded as teachers over there) and from the work itself.

I am still considering real hard of what I want to do. An air-stewardess is what I really want to be but the price which I have to pay is relatively high. Worse of all, many people will be quite worried for me and I hate it. I just hate it when people pay too much attention on me. Ha. Okay. Getting back to the topic on what I want to do.

Through this job, I think I can be quite suitable to be a teacher because I can be very patient towards kids. Not self-praising! If you ask again, it is due to many unhappy and fearful events I had which result to where and how I am. Resulting to me having lots of patience for kids and be very nice to them because I want them to be loved. I think they should deserve it. I even vow to myself to be a good mother if I am going to be one. =)

The biggest problem is I find it very, very hard to express what I want to say so it makes me think twice, thrice to consider it again. I am just a very bad speaker. I really try very hard to improve.

I know that sometimes I try too hard, do I?

I know that I can be very ignorant at times but I am still learning. Lately, I have been telling myself not to take all the comments to heart. I mean if you look at me in this way, there is nothing I can do about it unless I am really like what is being mentioned. I am supposed to learn to be a happy person. ^-^

Nice pictures...


A sweet and nice mousepad from a student's mother when she knew that I would be leaving. That moment, I was so touched. A smile from the bottom of my heart instantly appeared without failed, of course. =) What touched me more is the the message in that card which states, "Dear Teacher, With best wishes..."

The Saturday staffs. Backrow from left: Su Zhen, Zahirah - my kindergarten, primary and secondary school mate, myself, F. Front row from left: Ai Ni, Melissa - the manger, Jack - the manager

Ai Ni and myself. It was the last day I saw her.


My weekday gang. = p Vivian, myself, Saranyya, Keenthani.

me and Saranyya

Smiling; a sign to tell oneself that everything is going to be okay.
Laughing; a sign to tell oneself that all the bad events are going to be forgotten.

微笑；是要告诉自己明天会更好。
哈哈大笑；是要告诉自己不开心的很快就过去。

(extracted from Chu Er's dictionary)

Certain memories are just like a scar which will be there as long as you live and it slowly appears vividly. It is something to reminisce about when you look at it and it can be a wonderful feeling at the same time.