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25 years old.
NUS graduate.
Now earning a living as someone who has to speak properly, spell properly, write properly.
No I'm not working for Sesame street!
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Sunday, August 01, 2004
The teacher's student.
It so happens that one of my group mates is my mother's student. One of her favourite students. Her favourite teacher.
At first I was kinda excited because what were the odds for that! But then she started talking about me and my family, based on what my mum told her during lesson time. It's with good intentions, but I felt a little awkward and unease somewhat. It's like someone knows so much about me and yet I only know her name. I also don't like the idea of my family knowing what I do outside the house. It's not as if I kill people or set houses on fire (direct translation), but I just wanna live on my own outside.
When I got home from the camp I decided not to tell my mum about the coincidental meeting with her student.
This group mate had a presentation ceremony yesterday afternoon, and my mum was invited because she was her favourite teacher. She didn't tell my mum we knew each other either.
This afternoon at lunch my mother asked if I know this girl called xxx, that she signed up for the same mentoring programme as me and is taking this major in NUS. I conveniently ignored her as I brought my plates to the kitchen to wash.
Watch this space for future developments.
triggering Mr Ng HS |
It so happens that one of my group mates is my mother's student. One of her favourite students. Her favourite teacher.
At first I was kinda excited because what were the odds for that! But then she started talking about me and my family, based on what my mum told her during lesson time. It's with good intentions, but I felt a little awkward and unease somewhat. It's like someone knows so much about me and yet I only know her name. I also don't like the idea of my family knowing what I do outside the house. It's not as if I kill people or set houses on fire (direct translation), but I just wanna live on my own outside.
When I got home from the camp I decided not to tell my mum about the coincidental meeting with her student.
This group mate had a presentation ceremony yesterday afternoon, and my mum was invited because she was her favourite teacher. She didn't tell my mum we knew each other either.
This afternoon at lunch my mother asked if I know this girl called xxx, that she signed up for the same mentoring programme as me and is taking this major in NUS. I conveniently ignored her as I brought my plates to the kitchen to wash.
Watch this space for future developments.
triggering Mr Ng HS |