It's Half a Year Soon
I can say that it's quite a miracle for me to survive these past 4 months without a definite income. My expenditure was kept at minimal and at times for a few weeks straight, it's at zero.
HAHA.....can you imagine how much I would have saved if I did the same last year for a couple of months?
For more than 2 years, I had worked too hard like a bull or shall I say a dog? But I only managed to save a little. Like barely 2k. Shocked?
Stupid of me to over-spend, I should spend those damn hard-earned money wisely. Such a spendthrift I was! Seriously need to change the way I look at money.
Relief teaching is good as it's a simple and relax job for me. This is definitely true especially that i'm from the gruelling f&b industry before. You know what? I've been feeling rather vexed since the day I decided to tender my resignation. Obviously people come asking me for a reason or two and the reply i gave was, "I need a change of industry."
I thought that was quite an untrue reply now. During those job interviews that I had attended, interviwers like to ask that same question too. I would either be giving the same reply or, depending on my mood, I would say, "I felt that i ought to learn more new things from other industry and face more new challenges to find other potentials in me." So far I only found the passion in f&b though i know that i would never want to end up working in that industry again. Looking forward to a 5-day work week.
No doubt, every job needs you to have that certain amount of passion for it. Like for example, teaching. I felt that during my era, most teachers teach with passion but nowadays, some teachers joined that industry just because it has got damn good money and long fucking holidays.
Ok, I'm sure there are still some passionate teachers, some whom I saw during my work as a relief teacher. There are also some people who spoil the image of a teacher. It's quite sad to walk pass someone who gave you that smirky look with scrutiny. C'mon, cut me some clack cos i'm just a stupid untrained relief teacher. Even when i'm out on the streets or at some public places, strangers didn't even give that look. Toilet cleaners who are mostly uneducated are much well-mannered than them. Suddenly I felt so sad for them, whom they are called teachers, educating the young ones. My mind was like, "teachers big fuck meh."
There is this particular primary school with more than 50% of their teachers behaving in that way. Terrible huh.
But of course, Whitesands Primary School left me a very deep impression during my first day of work there. Principal, Administrators, All Teachers (YES!! All whom i met), Students of all levels (not all but nearly 90% of those whom i met), a handful of parents, the Uncle who took great care of the garden, all Cleaners whom i saw (including 2 China male workers who are quite young, unlike those silly ah bengs i always see in Sg) and the Auntie who locks all classroom doors everyday after school.
ALL of them are so well-mannered, they are smiley and some are so friendly. It definitely made my day as a lonely relief teacher! Sad truth revealed here, I felt like a loner everytime i'm at work. You know no one ma! Teachers are always on the move somemore. How to make interaction? Even if there is, chatting up with me would be the last thing on their minds. The only form of interaction I get is with those pupils. =) Unpleasant most of the times thanks to those extremely ill-mannered, disrespectful and naughty students who love to shout loudly when they talk to one another. Don't be surprised when you hear vulgarities from them like 'nbknnccblj'.
Back to my era again, how many naughty students are there in a class? One or two? The most I think you still can use one hand to count. Now, it's nearly half the class! Sad.
I do hope my future kids will be brought up well-mannered and give no problems to teachers and fellow classmates. Parents these days are spoiling their kids in the most extravagant way. Game consoles, posh handphones, mp3, branded water bottles and schoolbags, etc. During my time, everyday after school I would see lots of parents waiting outside the school. Now, the scene is totally different. Who we saw now? Maids. HAhah. I've been telling myself that I will do my best to teach my future kids the right way but who knows? Maybe they will turn out spoilt and they might turn out to be those problem students in class. HAhahHAha.
Guess i gotta stop this topic. It's going to be endless.
10th June 2008, i'm going for a day surgery at SGH. My 2nd time since 2001 at TTSH. Doctor told me it's going to be a simpler surgery as compared but the funny thing is, i'm more worried now than last time and the sense of anxiety is too high. I don't remember feeling as scared that time. Maybe that's the difference between a 25 years old and 18 (daredevil).
My maternal Grandma passed away at Hospital Sultan Ismail at Johor Jaya last Tuesday 20th May 2008. She was admitted after a stroke on 1st May 2008 and on the 18th I went to visit her at the hospital. She looked like she's in pain though when i asked she told us she wasn't. I know she must had felt immense pain and those weeks there are nothing but sufferings. Maybe if she was warded in SG, things might be better. Whole ward only one nurse I saw and no one helped her to change diapers and wipe her face and help clean up. Family members are EXPECTED to come by 2-3 times per day to help feeding and cleaning. No wonder bills are so cheap. The service and care received are so justified with the amount we paid. There was also an infected wound on her right arm where jabs were very often given at that spot. Scary huh?
Since my paternal Grandpa passed away when i was 7, this was the 2nd time for me to be involved in a wake. Being able to be there and to send my Grandma off is the last thing I can do for her. She loved to play the harmonica and i remembered buying her one at Bras Basah Complex few years ago. She was so touched when she received it. During CNY this year, she told me about this particular brand of harmonica which is made in germany. She said it's very good and that she could play more tunes with much higher and lower pitch. I was at Bras Basah but it cost more than $200. I had decided to buy it for her when I get my first pay after i got a full time job. Everything's too late. She did not wait for me. But i'm glad she did not need to suffer more pain especially at the age of 79. Intracranial bleeding is the reason of death on her death cert. (Intracranial bleeding occurs when a blood vessel in the head is ruptured or leaks). =(
My paternal Grandma, who is frequently admitting in and out of TTSH had fallen too ill this time. Doctor even suggested to us to stop giving her dialysis. =( It's been a month since her brain was infected and no matter what medicine or dosage the doctors have been giving her, she is deemed as uncurable. Her diabetes and kidneys are bad enough but now she felt more ill than before. Seeing her in pain even when she's asleep pains me. She has got very low pain threshold and this is the first time I didn't hear her complaining that she's in pain. She did not even whine or moan anymore. It's really a heartache. She's 74 yet going through all those pain whom no one can imagine. Daddy and fellow Aunts decided to let her have dialysis for the next two weeks. What I heard from the doctor is that she might only survive 1 week after dialysis is stopped but there are rare cases where patients struggle under morphine for 2-3 months.
It's been nearly 2 hours since i started blogging. gtg.
Meeting a good friend from secondary school for dinner. She wanted to go obar after dinner with one more secondary school friend. Guess I won't be going. Totally lost interest in clubbing already. Or is it the alcohol? Maybe it's the company? hahah....no idea.
HAHA.....can you imagine how much I would have saved if I did the same last year for a couple of months?
For more than 2 years, I had worked too hard like a bull or shall I say a dog? But I only managed to save a little. Like barely 2k. Shocked?
Stupid of me to over-spend, I should spend those damn hard-earned money wisely. Such a spendthrift I was! Seriously need to change the way I look at money.
Relief teaching is good as it's a simple and relax job for me. This is definitely true especially that i'm from the gruelling f&b industry before. You know what? I've been feeling rather vexed since the day I decided to tender my resignation. Obviously people come asking me for a reason or two and the reply i gave was, "I need a change of industry."
I thought that was quite an untrue reply now. During those job interviews that I had attended, interviwers like to ask that same question too. I would either be giving the same reply or, depending on my mood, I would say, "I felt that i ought to learn more new things from other industry and face more new challenges to find other potentials in me." So far I only found the passion in f&b though i know that i would never want to end up working in that industry again. Looking forward to a 5-day work week.
No doubt, every job needs you to have that certain amount of passion for it. Like for example, teaching. I felt that during my era, most teachers teach with passion but nowadays, some teachers joined that industry just because it has got damn good money and long fucking holidays.
Ok, I'm sure there are still some passionate teachers, some whom I saw during my work as a relief teacher. There are also some people who spoil the image of a teacher. It's quite sad to walk pass someone who gave you that smirky look with scrutiny. C'mon, cut me some clack cos i'm just a stupid untrained relief teacher. Even when i'm out on the streets or at some public places, strangers didn't even give that look. Toilet cleaners who are mostly uneducated are much well-mannered than them. Suddenly I felt so sad for them, whom they are called teachers, educating the young ones. My mind was like, "teachers big fuck meh."
There is this particular primary school with more than 50% of their teachers behaving in that way. Terrible huh.
But of course, Whitesands Primary School left me a very deep impression during my first day of work there. Principal, Administrators, All Teachers (YES!! All whom i met), Students of all levels (not all but nearly 90% of those whom i met), a handful of parents, the Uncle who took great care of the garden, all Cleaners whom i saw (including 2 China male workers who are quite young, unlike those silly ah bengs i always see in Sg) and the Auntie who locks all classroom doors everyday after school.
ALL of them are so well-mannered, they are smiley and some are so friendly. It definitely made my day as a lonely relief teacher! Sad truth revealed here, I felt like a loner everytime i'm at work. You know no one ma! Teachers are always on the move somemore. How to make interaction? Even if there is, chatting up with me would be the last thing on their minds. The only form of interaction I get is with those pupils. =) Unpleasant most of the times thanks to those extremely ill-mannered, disrespectful and naughty students who love to shout loudly when they talk to one another. Don't be surprised when you hear vulgarities from them like 'nbknnccblj'.
Back to my era again, how many naughty students are there in a class? One or two? The most I think you still can use one hand to count. Now, it's nearly half the class! Sad.
I do hope my future kids will be brought up well-mannered and give no problems to teachers and fellow classmates. Parents these days are spoiling their kids in the most extravagant way. Game consoles, posh handphones, mp3, branded water bottles and schoolbags, etc. During my time, everyday after school I would see lots of parents waiting outside the school. Now, the scene is totally different. Who we saw now? Maids. HAhah. I've been telling myself that I will do my best to teach my future kids the right way but who knows? Maybe they will turn out spoilt and they might turn out to be those problem students in class. HAhahHAha.
Guess i gotta stop this topic. It's going to be endless.
10th June 2008, i'm going for a day surgery at SGH. My 2nd time since 2001 at TTSH. Doctor told me it's going to be a simpler surgery as compared but the funny thing is, i'm more worried now than last time and the sense of anxiety is too high. I don't remember feeling as scared that time. Maybe that's the difference between a 25 years old and 18 (daredevil).
My maternal Grandma passed away at Hospital Sultan Ismail at Johor Jaya last Tuesday 20th May 2008. She was admitted after a stroke on 1st May 2008 and on the 18th I went to visit her at the hospital. She looked like she's in pain though when i asked she told us she wasn't. I know she must had felt immense pain and those weeks there are nothing but sufferings. Maybe if she was warded in SG, things might be better. Whole ward only one nurse I saw and no one helped her to change diapers and wipe her face and help clean up. Family members are EXPECTED to come by 2-3 times per day to help feeding and cleaning. No wonder bills are so cheap. The service and care received are so justified with the amount we paid. There was also an infected wound on her right arm where jabs were very often given at that spot. Scary huh?
Since my paternal Grandpa passed away when i was 7, this was the 2nd time for me to be involved in a wake. Being able to be there and to send my Grandma off is the last thing I can do for her. She loved to play the harmonica and i remembered buying her one at Bras Basah Complex few years ago. She was so touched when she received it. During CNY this year, she told me about this particular brand of harmonica which is made in germany. She said it's very good and that she could play more tunes with much higher and lower pitch. I was at Bras Basah but it cost more than $200. I had decided to buy it for her when I get my first pay after i got a full time job. Everything's too late. She did not wait for me. But i'm glad she did not need to suffer more pain especially at the age of 79. Intracranial bleeding is the reason of death on her death cert. (Intracranial bleeding occurs when a blood vessel in the head is ruptured or leaks). =(
My paternal Grandma, who is frequently admitting in and out of TTSH had fallen too ill this time. Doctor even suggested to us to stop giving her dialysis. =( It's been a month since her brain was infected and no matter what medicine or dosage the doctors have been giving her, she is deemed as uncurable. Her diabetes and kidneys are bad enough but now she felt more ill than before. Seeing her in pain even when she's asleep pains me. She has got very low pain threshold and this is the first time I didn't hear her complaining that she's in pain. She did not even whine or moan anymore. It's really a heartache. She's 74 yet going through all those pain whom no one can imagine. Daddy and fellow Aunts decided to let her have dialysis for the next two weeks. What I heard from the doctor is that she might only survive 1 week after dialysis is stopped but there are rare cases where patients struggle under morphine for 2-3 months.
It's been nearly 2 hours since i started blogging. gtg.
Meeting a good friend from secondary school for dinner. She wanted to go obar after dinner with one more secondary school friend. Guess I won't be going. Totally lost interest in clubbing already. Or is it the alcohol? Maybe it's the company? hahah....no idea.
posted by Kevlyn @ 1:54 PM
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