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Tuesday, October 14, 2008
  A smile works wonders

Had a major break down just down while doing some reflections on myself. About stuffs that had just happened yesterday in school, was firstly disappointed about my class which reflects badly on myself and words that mummy said.
Was so disappointed about my class and slowly tears started to filled my eyes. Anyway i really felt relieved that i will not be in the same class with them next year. Next, mummy words strike me. Which is about some things i said unintentionally as joke and she took it damn seriously la. She said some harsh words that hurt my feelings and i was so shock that i couldnt react at all. Anyway, it was about one of my cons of me, which i can't deny to accept its existence.
Hence, it leads to my reflection about the 16 years that i have been living. Seriously and honest speaking, my parents are like strangers to me. Deeply in my heart i only acknowledge that of my parents about 60% i guess, which is mostly due to our blood relations and that all which connect us together as a family, as a whole. When i was young, i grew up in yishun with the hands of my yishun mama, my grandma and maid. I dont really have much memory about my parents, since i only saw my parents during weekends and thats all. Most of my memory are about my grandma, mama and so on.. I only started to move back and stay with my parents when i am kindergarten 1. During that time, i only get to see my parents after their work about 5-6pm onwards. When i am attending my primary school, my mummy accompanied me to school on the first day and watch me eat my lunch and thats all. Everyday it will be my maid sending me to take school bus and back home. Even when i have to stayed back in school, it will always be my maid waiting outside my school gate for me. Remember once, when my i have to end school late and i couldnt contact my maid at all, thus i decided to walk home myself. After a while i have reached home, mom almost turn the world upside down for me and she scolded me for walking back home. But to her, it might be a very serious matter. To me its no big deal. That's all for me from now. Hmm its actually my bad for everything and grumble so much abt mom. So watever will come in the future, a smile will definitely works wonders right,ya.

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