i was on my usual trip back home today and i saw my sec school English teacher who taught us for 2 years(sec 1 &2). i stood there staring at her while she slept her journey home; for a moment or two, i sympathized her. afterall she used to be scolding us countless of times back when we were in lower sec, we were her student and we listened to her. but now, the feeling of inferiority and fear is gone. i saw her as a passenger who took the few mins on train for a nap after their tired day of work. she looked frail. but still i avoid looking at her because she might just open her eyes and catch me staring at her.
she alighted as the same stop as me,at kovan, i knew she saw me from the corner of my eye and she took the other exit to avoid the small talk with her ex-student. she didn't had a good impression of this gal who used to struggle very hard for english but still couldn't make it and ended up in B class. she discouraged me, she failed me but she helped me in the promotion so tt i could stay in express stream three ago. i should be grateful but i hate her in some way or another. i nv liked her because i wasn't one of the students who did well in class whatsoever.
she made me felt like a total loser who can't help but think her results sux and would wish tt this teacher get MC tt day so tt she can miss her eng lessons, but of cox this bloody woman is always in pink health all year round, 24/7.
and as she make her way to the escalator, i slowed down my steps and watch her disappear. i'm going back to my sec school this wed to meet mr pom chia chia but i hope i won't get to bump onto this woman again. both mr chia and ms lin were my english teacher but ironically, i hate the woman and worship mr chia, not because she's a woman but bcox what a teacher said to me will always stay in my heart.basically, she treated me no more than just a student or may be lesser than tt.
and this bitchy maid i have really need a slap on her face!
she wore a pushed up bra, a tight blouse low enough to see when she bend down, and a dangling earring when she followed grandpa to temple.
pls! who on earth would think she is pretty even is she was to squeeze into a gown? sorry cox mum had told her to wear a loose t-shirt since she is working. and appearently she has to help my grandpa up and down so everybody will be viewing at her two big boobs!
may be she can consider going back to her own sweet home where she can let her husband squeeze her BOOBS all day long!
B-I-T-C-H-Y-S-L-U-T she is one!
this is an extract from someone else blog:
I came across this Primary School girl who was adopted since she was a baby from a foreign land. (We shall call her Sally) The adopted parents thought that they could not have their own child. They loved Sally. For about a year or so.
A year after the adoption, the adopted mother became pregnant. The adopted grandparents were overjoyed. They sincerely felt that Sally brought luck and good fortune to the family. However, the mother hated Sally. At that time, it was only a small seed. But it would continue to grow. She had a couple more children during the next few years and the hatred for Sally intensified. She forbade the rest of the family from caring for Sally.
The mother tried to return Sally to the country she came from. She was told by the relevant authorities that this could not be done. She tried a few more times over the years and soon, the children grew up.
Sally was not allowed to go to KFC, BK or MacDonald’s like her adopted siblings. The family would bring home leftovers for her. Take note that it is leftovers, and not a new set of Happy Meal with some toy inside that they decided to “takeaway” for Sally back home.
When the family went to the Zoo, the Bird Park etc., Sally was made to stay at home. Sometimes with the maid, and sometimes by herself.
Sally was not supposed to be seen or heard when the parents come home from work. She was to stay inside her room and stayed quiet. If she was sighted or a noise/voice was heard from her, she would be scolded or punished.
Sally slept alone. She can’t even remember from what age she did that. At around 9 p.m., she had to switch off her lights. She told me she could sometimes hear the mother telling bedtime stories to her adopted siblings in the room down the corridor.
Sally loved reading. Because she was not allowed to buy her favourite story books, she ended up reading magazines, her siblings’ books that were just too simple for her, and apparently, she read the manuals lying around at home. In theory, she would know how to operate the air-con and some kitchen appliances quite well.
I cannot really describe what I felt when I heard the above. I thought nothing can really surprise me anymore. Certainly if I was watching some MediaCorps show or some Taiwanese serials, then I would not be surprised. This happened in real life. I was disturbed, angry and sad at the same time. And I am still feeling this way whenever I think about it.
The last time I spoke to Sally, she smiled and told me that she still misses her adopted parents and believes she will move back with them soon. I forced myself to smile back. She still does not know that the adopted family was only too glad to get rid of her.
I know that I am not allowed to think this way, but one word popped into my mind.
Retribution. Just like in those serials.
and this is another extract from the same blogger:(and this is damn fuuuuunny)
Colleague: Wah, you know ar, tomorrow Toto 2.8 million leh!
BL: Yah, later go and buy.
Colleague: You know hor, my lawyer friends are always very surprise we doctors buy lottery.
BL: Aiyah, spend a few dollars to buy some hope mah! They 4 months bonus consider low liao hor. Ours how to compare?
Colleague: Yah lor, if heng heng tio, I can pay finish my study loan, car loan, HDB loan, hahahahaha.
BL: And some more can buy bungalow, pay for bond and start my own practice, hahahaha
Colleague: hahahhahahaha
BL: hahahahaha
Colleague: hmmmm, what do you think is the chance of striking Toto huh?BL: prolly lower than you dying of AMI (heart attack) now......*silence*
