mI know I should just post this up on my personal blog, but seems like what I'm going to write relates mostly to what I would be doing and it might affect my activities with the D&D so I thought I'd post it up here instead. And oh~ at least I am making this effort to update this blog. 
YAY ME!
and also, I'd love to share my piece of thought for you guys.
see, I noticed that this long holiday we haven't go far with our activities. Most of us are still rather tired (especially those of you who had just came back from Patoi, I'd have to say congratulations that you all made it through! =D) and some of us are rather busy with our daily lives (errands, chores etc etc) or in my case, working. That's ok everyone, have a good rest=) and don't forget to exercise, just simple moves like this will do:
OR this:
As of now, my job as research assistant at IM is less busier. So to you guys who don't know what I'm doing these days, basically I am, now, an on-call research assistant, which is quite a rare occasion for any research assistant because unlike all the other research assistants, I am the only one who can come to the IM office and leave after one hour if i have no work to do there. See being research assistants requires us to come to the office and basically work office hours (like in government office hours), five days a week. Not in my case anymore
Over the course of last week, out of the 5 working days, I only reported for duty 4 out of 5 working days. And of the four, I only actually really worked 1 out of the 4 days. The 3 days of reporting to duty was just spent on surfing the internet in the office and reading related articles based on the research that I am helping with now or
.
The other one day that I said I "actually really worked" was spent at the animal house. In that one day (or one and a half hour of my morning to be precise) I was asked to change the fixative liquid (that's formalin) in the tubes containing each rat's organs. So yea, 43 tubes containing rats' organs in one and a half hour. You think that was easy job? Sure it was, but the smell was unbearable
and the last day Saturday, I didn't come to the office at all because I was given off day by my supervisor
cool kan? i didn't even do much work and I was still given off day. 
Anyhoops, yesterday morning I went to report for duty again at the IM office. I reached there at 8.45am and left at 10am. Only after I met my supervisor and he told me to be on-call and I do not have to report every morning to the office unless called. Somehow, being on-call thingimajigger makes me feel like I'm a doctor!
That was my morning work.. easy peasy huh?
huhu~
On a different occasion, I am still working as a tuition teacher, in the afternoon and at night. You may think that I am crazy to still be able to handle two work at the same time. I have to admit, at one point, I could be very exhausted. But thanks to all the support that I received, I managed to carry on.
To be honest, I told you guys last time that I couldn't bear to teach Chemistry A-Level anymore right? I even said something like I wanted a new teacher to replace me in June, and that was at the beginning of April when I said all that. Guess what? I am still teaching A-Level Chemistry until now and believe it or not I have never enjoyed my work as much as I am now.
And to date, I have more students coming to my PMB form 3 Mathematics class. Initially I started with 6 students in that PMB class, and that was in mid-April. Then the population just got bigger after that...to 8 students. By the end of May, I have 11 students in my PMB class
As of last Friday afternoon (6th June at 3.30pm) I have an additional two more students coming into my PMB class. So that makes it 13 students. And the maximum number of students per class is suppose to be 10 students. By the end of the class (6th June at 5.00pm), I was informed that I have an additional six more students coming into the class.
Two out of the six's are form 3 students, three our of the six's are form two students and the last one is a form one student. Do the math people, I have 19 students in total now(and they are all in PMB form 3 class-.-). How am I going to accommodate 19 students in a class? The easier solution was to open a new timetable. So, you guys I am back to working full day morning and afternoon every Friday and Sunday. And oh~ I have not include my other classes: the Chemistry A-Level class, the O-level Mathematics D and Additional Maths class.
So yes, responsibility talk is in. But I am not here to lecture you guys on all that. (what's the probability that all of you are going to read this anyway? I love to
you see~ ahahah~)
Then again, being a "tuition" teacher does not mean you can take things easy. All teachers are the same, be it tuition or real school teachers. We are there to teach the students. They come to your class in the hope that you will educate them, help them, guide them and understand their difficulties.
See there are always reasons for why students go for tuition (I am sure we all have gone through this), and being a tuition teacher, this is your responsibility: to help them but not 
them..XD (how lame can I get?)
Please do not think that you just work for the money or for the cuties in your class. Trust me, when I first started my work as a tuition teacher, I did not know how much I will be earning (ask the others, I really didn't know. But I was always thankful for what I earned)
A teacher must be professional in his/her own ways. You can be friends with your student but you need to keep to that boundary.
There is a fine line between a teacher and a student and if you ever cross that line, you will not gain the respect you used to gain as a teacher.
Remember when I told some of you that there was one student who said "OMG, teacher kan tuu?" when he saw me? Yes I got that a lot those days (and occasionally now and then) but as of now, most of the students greet me as a teacher when I see them, even those whom I did not even teach! It's quiet enjoyable you see~
And to tell you guys the real truth, I wouldn't have gone this far if it was not for my boss. Yes, he's a total inspiration and he is as close to all of us as a friend first rather than a boss. He motivates us and tries his best to attend to all our needs and dilemmas. He sees that his tuition school have manages this far and he owes it big time to the tuition teachers (he told me all these) and he never fail to greet us and talk to us if we ever need anything
What I saw in him was all the qualities of a good leader and yet he never really acknowledge his own success. See to him, he does not know what success is just yet but he has to keep discovering until he finally achieves his dream (which I am not sure whether I can write it down here=S). You won't believe how much I am inspired by my boss and motivated to keep trying, until you uys meet him and talk to him.
I occasionally meet him for some consultation or just chats these days, surprising isn't it?
Am I not lucky to get this job? I learnt a lot from working as both a research assistant and tuition teacher, I've discovered a lot of things that I barely knew too. And surprisingly my view towards life, somehow, changes slowly.I'm sure you guys will get the chance too if we all just don't stop trying and another thing, don't let your feelings or emotions control over you, that's what stop you from moving forward (who did I hear that from?
) So just keep 
You guys should really try teaching tuition especially you the future teachers=P
So anyway, what's my point here? I don't really know. All I'm saying is, if by chance there is any D&D activity that coincides with my work, I am so sorry you guys but I have to take priority over my work first. I am sure all of you would agree if you guys are standing in my shoes or start working already (which reminds me, I am the only D&D who's working at the moment right? not enough with that I am struggling between two jobs you guys. Yus and Chim start working already?)
And by saying all that, I have to ask Chique, our President, if I may be excused from all secretariat job for the rest on the holidays? Thanks for your understanding Chique
But guys! This does not mean I am backing out ok! I won't give up on D&D! Being a part of the society meant a lot to me (and I do hope you guys feel the same, not just by words..but actions too) and D&D society have become a family to me, so no way I am giving up on my family
. Although at times I do feel like 
some of you, or 
on some of you, your ignorance can really push me to 
and turn me into 
after all this is who we all are.
Oh yes, one more thing I forgot to mention is about my involvement in church being part of the youth delegation to the world youth day in Sydney this coming July. Recently I had a camping trip of which through there I learnt about different individual's characters and why they behave in such a way. I tried to understand it, and I guess that is how I learnt that the D&Ds composed of very different individuals so we just have to bear with each other
True enough I know we are of different religious beliefs, but it doesn't matter right? we still live in the same world anyway kan. hehe
so I've written too long already-.- I'm sure some of you might
while reading this. Which is another reason why I've customized this post with so many emoticons. OH I am so proud of myself for trying to make this blog alive
so that's about it. And I'm leaving you guys with a story to share. It's asweet story about siblings. Have a good day everyone
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One simple story everone of us should read. If all us can be this forgiving, the world would be a better place.
A Simple Story of True Love and True Care
I was born in a secluded village on a mountain. Day by day, my parents plowed the yellow dry soil with their backs towards the sky.
I have a brother who is 3 years younger than me. I wanted to buy a handkerchief, which all girls around me seemed to have. So, one day I stole 50 cents from my father's drawer. Father had discovered about the stolen money right away.
He made me and my younger brother kneel against the wall as he held a bamboo stick in his hand. "Who stole the money?" he asked. I was stunned, too afraid to talk. Neither of us admitted to the fault, so he said, "Fine, if nobody wants to admit, you two should be beaten!"
He lifted up the bamboo stick. Suddenly, my younger brother gripped father's hand and said," Dad, I was the one who did it!" The long stick smacked my brother's back repeatedly. Father was so angry that he kept on whipping my brother until he lost his breath. After that, he sat down on our stone bed and scolded my brother, "You have learned to steal from your own house now. What other embarrassing things will you be possibly doing in the future? You should be beaten to death, you shameless thief!"
That night, my mother and I hugged my brother. His body was full of wounds from the beating but he never shed a single tear. In the middle of the night, all of sudden, I cried out loudly. My brother covered my mouth with his little hand and said, " Sis, now don't cry anymore. Everything has happened."
I still hate myself for not having enough courage to admit what I did.
Years gone by, but the incident still seemed like it just happened yesterday. I will never forget my brother's expression when he protected me.
That year, my brother was 8 years old and I was 11 years old. When my brother was in his last year of secondary school, he was accepted in an upper secondary school in the central. At the same time, I was accepted into a university in the province. That night, father squatted in the yard, smoking, packet by packet.
I could hear him ask my mother, "Both of our children, they have good results? very good results?" Mother wiped off her tears and sighed," What is the use? How can we possibly finance both of them?" At that time, my brother walked out, he stood in front of father and said,"Dad, I don't want to continue my study anymore, I have read enough books."
Father swung his hand and slapped my brother on his face. "Why do you have a spirit so damn weak? Even if it means I have to beg for money on the
streets, I will send you two to school until you have both finished your study!"
And then, he started to knock on every house in the village to borrow money. I stuck out my hand as gently as I can to my brother's swollen face, and told him, "A boy has to continue his study; If not, he will not be able to overcome this poverty we are experiencing."
I, on the other hand, had decided not to further my study at the university. Nobody knew that on the next day, before dawn, my brother left the house with a few pieces of worn-out clothes and a few dry beans. He sneaked to my side of the bed and left a note on my pillow; "Sis, getting into a university is not easy. I will go find a job and I will send money to you."
I held the note while sitting on my bed, and cried until I lost my voice.
That year, my brother was 17 years old; I was 20 years old. With the money father borrowed from the whole village, and the money my brother earned from carrying cement on his back at a construction site,finally, I managed to get to the third year of my study in the university.
One day, while I was studying in my room, my roommate came in and told me,"There's a villager waiting for you outside!" Why would there be a
villager looking for me? I walked out, and I saw my brother from afar. His whole body was covered with dirt, dust, cement and sand. I asked him, "Why
did you not tell my roommate that you are my
brother?"
He replied with a smile," Look at my appearance. What will they think if they would know that I am your brother? Won't they laugh at you?" I felt
so touched, and tears filled my eyes. I swept away dirt and dust from my brother's body. And told him with a lump in my throat, " I don't care what people
would say! You are my brother no matter what your appearance is?"
From his pocket, he took out a butterfly hair clip. He put it on my hair and said, "I saw all the girls in town are wearing it. So, I think you should also have one." I could not hold back myself anymore. I pulled my brother into my arms and cried.
That year, my brother was 20 years old; I was 23 years old. I noticed that the broken window was repaired the first time I brought my boyfriend home.
The house was scrubbed cleaned. After my boyfriend left, I danced like a little girl in
front of my mother, "Mom, you didn't have to spend so much time cleaning the house!" But she told me with a smile," It was your brother who went home early to clean the house. Didn't you see
the wound on his hand? He hurt his hand while he was replacing the window."
I went into my brother's bedroom. Looking at his thin face, I felt like there are hundreds of needle pricked in my heart. I applied some ointment on his wound and put a bandage on it, "Does it hurt? " I asked him. "No, it doesn't hurt. You know, when at the construction site, stones keep falling on my feet. Even that could not stop me from working." In the middle of the sentence, he stopped. I turned
my back on him and tears rolled down my face.
That year, my brother was 23 years old; I was 26 years old. After I got married, I lived in the city. Many times my husband invited my parents to
come and live with us, but they didn't want. They said, once they left the village,they wouldn't know what to do. My brother agreed with them. He
said, "Sis, you just take care of your parents-in-law. I will take care of mom and dad here."
My husband became the director of his factory. We asked my brother to accept the offer of being the manager in the maintenance department. But my
brother rejected the offer. He insisted on working as a repairman instead for a start.
One day, my brother was on the top of a ladder repairing a cable, when he got electrocuted, and was sent to the hospital. My husband and I visited
him at the hospital. Looking at the white gypsum on his leg, I grumbled,"Why did you reject the offer of being a manager? Managers won't do something dangerous like that. Now look at you, You are suffering a serious injury. Why didn't you just listen to us?"
With a serious expression on his face, he defended his decision, "Think of brother-in-law. He just became the director, and I being uneducated, and
would become a manager, what kind of rumors would fly around?" My husband's eyes filled up with tears, and then I said, "But you lack in education only because of me!" "Why do you talk about the past?" he said and then he held my hand.
That year, he was 26 years old and I was 29 years old. My brother was 30 years old when he married a farmer girl from the village. During the wedding reception, the master of ceremonies asked him, "Who is the one person you respect and love the most?"
Without even taking a time to think, he answered," My sister." He continued by telling a story I could not even remember.
"When I was in primary school, the school was in a different village. Everyday, my sister and I would walk for 2 hours to school and back home.
One day, I lost the other pair of my gloves. My sister gave me one of hers. She wore only one glove and she had to walk far. When we got home, her hands were trembling because of the cold weather that she could not even hold her chopsticks.
From that day on, I swore that as long as I live, I would take care of my sister and will always be good to her." Applause filled up the room. All guests turned their attention to me. I found it hard to speak, "In my whole life, the one I would like to thank most is my brother," And in this happy occasion,in front of the crowd, tears were rolling down my face again.
*Love and care for the one you love every single days of your life.* You may think what you did is just a small deed, but to that someone, it may mean a lot.
Have a nice day everyone! May this story inspire you in any way as it did to me!
YAY ME!and also, I'd love to share my piece of thought for you guys.
see, I noticed that this long holiday we haven't go far with our activities. Most of us are still rather tired (especially those of you who had just came back from Patoi, I'd have to say congratulations that you all made it through! =D) and some of us are rather busy with our daily lives (errands, chores etc etc) or in my case, working. That's ok everyone, have a good rest=) and don't forget to exercise, just simple moves like this will do:
OR this:
As of now, my job as research assistant at IM is less busier. So to you guys who don't know what I'm doing these days, basically I am, now, an on-call research assistant, which is quite a rare occasion for any research assistant because unlike all the other research assistants, I am the only one who can come to the IM office and leave after one hour if i have no work to do there. See being research assistants requires us to come to the office and basically work office hours (like in government office hours), five days a week. Not in my case anymore
Over the course of last week, out of the 5 working days, I only reported for duty 4 out of 5 working days. And of the four, I only actually really worked 1 out of the 4 days. The 3 days of reporting to duty was just spent on surfing the internet in the office and reading related articles based on the research that I am helping with now or
.The other one day that I said I "actually really worked" was spent at the animal house. In that one day (or one and a half hour of my morning to be precise) I was asked to change the fixative liquid (that's formalin) in the tubes containing each rat's organs. So yea, 43 tubes containing rats' organs in one and a half hour. You think that was easy job? Sure it was, but the smell was unbearable
and the last day Saturday, I didn't come to the office at all because I was given off day by my supervisor
cool kan? i didn't even do much work and I was still given off day. 
Anyhoops, yesterday morning I went to report for duty again at the IM office. I reached there at 8.45am and left at 10am. Only after I met my supervisor and he told me to be on-call and I do not have to report every morning to the office unless called. Somehow, being on-call thingimajigger makes me feel like I'm a doctor!
That was my morning work.. easy peasy huh?
huhu~On a different occasion, I am still working as a tuition teacher, in the afternoon and at night. You may think that I am crazy to still be able to handle two work at the same time. I have to admit, at one point, I could be very exhausted. But thanks to all the support that I received, I managed to carry on.
To be honest, I told you guys last time that I couldn't bear to teach Chemistry A-Level anymore right? I even said something like I wanted a new teacher to replace me in June, and that was at the beginning of April when I said all that. Guess what? I am still teaching A-Level Chemistry until now and believe it or not I have never enjoyed my work as much as I am now.
And to date, I have more students coming to my PMB form 3 Mathematics class. Initially I started with 6 students in that PMB class, and that was in mid-April. Then the population just got bigger after that...to 8 students. By the end of May, I have 11 students in my PMB class
As of last Friday afternoon (6th June at 3.30pm) I have an additional two more students coming into my PMB class. So that makes it 13 students. And the maximum number of students per class is suppose to be 10 students. By the end of the class (6th June at 5.00pm), I was informed that I have an additional six more students coming into the class.
Two out of the six's are form 3 students, three our of the six's are form two students and the last one is a form one student. Do the math people, I have 19 students in total now(and they are all in PMB form 3 class-.-). How am I going to accommodate 19 students in a class? The easier solution was to open a new timetable. So, you guys I am back to working full day morning and afternoon every Friday and Sunday. And oh~ I have not include my other classes: the Chemistry A-Level class, the O-level Mathematics D and Additional Maths class.
So yes, responsibility talk is in. But I am not here to lecture you guys on all that. (what's the probability that all of you are going to read this anyway? I love to
you see~ ahahah~)Then again, being a "tuition" teacher does not mean you can take things easy. All teachers are the same, be it tuition or real school teachers. We are there to teach the students. They come to your class in the hope that you will educate them, help them, guide them and understand their difficulties.
See there are always reasons for why students go for tuition (I am sure we all have gone through this), and being a tuition teacher, this is your responsibility: to help them but not 
them..XD (how lame can I get?)Please do not think that you just work for the money or for the cuties in your class. Trust me, when I first started my work as a tuition teacher, I did not know how much I will be earning (ask the others, I really didn't know. But I was always thankful for what I earned)
A teacher must be professional in his/her own ways. You can be friends with your student but you need to keep to that boundary.
There is a fine line between a teacher and a student and if you ever cross that line, you will not gain the respect you used to gain as a teacher.
Remember when I told some of you that there was one student who said "OMG, teacher kan tuu?" when he saw me? Yes I got that a lot those days (and occasionally now and then) but as of now, most of the students greet me as a teacher when I see them, even those whom I did not even teach! It's quiet enjoyable you see~
And to tell you guys the real truth, I wouldn't have gone this far if it was not for my boss. Yes, he's a total inspiration and he is as close to all of us as a friend first rather than a boss. He motivates us and tries his best to attend to all our needs and dilemmas. He sees that his tuition school have manages this far and he owes it big time to the tuition teachers (he told me all these) and he never fail to greet us and talk to us if we ever need anything
What I saw in him was all the qualities of a good leader and yet he never really acknowledge his own success. See to him, he does not know what success is just yet but he has to keep discovering until he finally achieves his dream (which I am not sure whether I can write it down here=S). You won't believe how much I am inspired by my boss and motivated to keep trying, until you uys meet him and talk to him.
I occasionally meet him for some consultation or just chats these days, surprising isn't it?Am I not lucky to get this job? I learnt a lot from working as both a research assistant and tuition teacher, I've discovered a lot of things that I barely knew too. And surprisingly my view towards life, somehow, changes slowly.I'm sure you guys will get the chance too if we all just don't stop trying and another thing, don't let your feelings or emotions control over you, that's what stop you from moving forward (who did I hear that from?
) So just keep 
You guys should really try teaching tuition especially you the future teachers=P
So anyway, what's my point here? I don't really know. All I'm saying is, if by chance there is any D&D activity that coincides with my work, I am so sorry you guys but I have to take priority over my work first. I am sure all of you would agree if you guys are standing in my shoes or start working already (which reminds me, I am the only D&D who's working at the moment right? not enough with that I am struggling between two jobs you guys. Yus and Chim start working already?)
And by saying all that, I have to ask Chique, our President, if I may be excused from all secretariat job for the rest on the holidays? Thanks for your understanding Chique
But guys! This does not mean I am backing out ok! I won't give up on D&D! Being a part of the society meant a lot to me (and I do hope you guys feel the same, not just by words..but actions too) and D&D society have become a family to me, so no way I am giving up on my family
. Although at times I do feel like 
some of you, or 
on some of you, your ignorance can really push me to 
and turn me into 
after all this is who we all are.Oh yes, one more thing I forgot to mention is about my involvement in church being part of the youth delegation to the world youth day in Sydney this coming July. Recently I had a camping trip of which through there I learnt about different individual's characters and why they behave in such a way. I tried to understand it, and I guess that is how I learnt that the D&Ds composed of very different individuals so we just have to bear with each other
True enough I know we are of different religious beliefs, but it doesn't matter right? we still live in the same world anyway kan. heheso I've written too long already-.- I'm sure some of you might
while reading this. Which is another reason why I've customized this post with so many emoticons. OH I am so proud of myself for trying to make this blog alive so that's about it. And I'm leaving you guys with a story to share. It's asweet story about siblings. Have a good day everyone
--------
One simple story everone of us should read. If all us can be this forgiving, the world would be a better place.
A Simple Story of True Love and True Care
I was born in a secluded village on a mountain. Day by day, my parents plowed the yellow dry soil with their backs towards the sky.
I have a brother who is 3 years younger than me. I wanted to buy a handkerchief, which all girls around me seemed to have. So, one day I stole 50 cents from my father's drawer. Father had discovered about the stolen money right away.
He made me and my younger brother kneel against the wall as he held a bamboo stick in his hand. "Who stole the money?" he asked. I was stunned, too afraid to talk. Neither of us admitted to the fault, so he said, "Fine, if nobody wants to admit, you two should be beaten!"
He lifted up the bamboo stick. Suddenly, my younger brother gripped father's hand and said," Dad, I was the one who did it!" The long stick smacked my brother's back repeatedly. Father was so angry that he kept on whipping my brother until he lost his breath. After that, he sat down on our stone bed and scolded my brother, "You have learned to steal from your own house now. What other embarrassing things will you be possibly doing in the future? You should be beaten to death, you shameless thief!"
That night, my mother and I hugged my brother. His body was full of wounds from the beating but he never shed a single tear. In the middle of the night, all of sudden, I cried out loudly. My brother covered my mouth with his little hand and said, " Sis, now don't cry anymore. Everything has happened."
I still hate myself for not having enough courage to admit what I did.
Years gone by, but the incident still seemed like it just happened yesterday. I will never forget my brother's expression when he protected me.
That year, my brother was 8 years old and I was 11 years old. When my brother was in his last year of secondary school, he was accepted in an upper secondary school in the central. At the same time, I was accepted into a university in the province. That night, father squatted in the yard, smoking, packet by packet.
I could hear him ask my mother, "Both of our children, they have good results? very good results?" Mother wiped off her tears and sighed," What is the use? How can we possibly finance both of them?" At that time, my brother walked out, he stood in front of father and said,"Dad, I don't want to continue my study anymore, I have read enough books."
Father swung his hand and slapped my brother on his face. "Why do you have a spirit so damn weak? Even if it means I have to beg for money on the
streets, I will send you two to school until you have both finished your study!"
And then, he started to knock on every house in the village to borrow money. I stuck out my hand as gently as I can to my brother's swollen face, and told him, "A boy has to continue his study; If not, he will not be able to overcome this poverty we are experiencing."
I, on the other hand, had decided not to further my study at the university. Nobody knew that on the next day, before dawn, my brother left the house with a few pieces of worn-out clothes and a few dry beans. He sneaked to my side of the bed and left a note on my pillow; "Sis, getting into a university is not easy. I will go find a job and I will send money to you."
I held the note while sitting on my bed, and cried until I lost my voice.
That year, my brother was 17 years old; I was 20 years old. With the money father borrowed from the whole village, and the money my brother earned from carrying cement on his back at a construction site,finally, I managed to get to the third year of my study in the university.
One day, while I was studying in my room, my roommate came in and told me,"There's a villager waiting for you outside!" Why would there be a
villager looking for me? I walked out, and I saw my brother from afar. His whole body was covered with dirt, dust, cement and sand. I asked him, "Why
did you not tell my roommate that you are my
brother?"
He replied with a smile," Look at my appearance. What will they think if they would know that I am your brother? Won't they laugh at you?" I felt
so touched, and tears filled my eyes. I swept away dirt and dust from my brother's body. And told him with a lump in my throat, " I don't care what people
would say! You are my brother no matter what your appearance is?"
From his pocket, he took out a butterfly hair clip. He put it on my hair and said, "I saw all the girls in town are wearing it. So, I think you should also have one." I could not hold back myself anymore. I pulled my brother into my arms and cried.
That year, my brother was 20 years old; I was 23 years old. I noticed that the broken window was repaired the first time I brought my boyfriend home.
The house was scrubbed cleaned. After my boyfriend left, I danced like a little girl in
front of my mother, "Mom, you didn't have to spend so much time cleaning the house!" But she told me with a smile," It was your brother who went home early to clean the house. Didn't you see
the wound on his hand? He hurt his hand while he was replacing the window."
I went into my brother's bedroom. Looking at his thin face, I felt like there are hundreds of needle pricked in my heart. I applied some ointment on his wound and put a bandage on it, "Does it hurt? " I asked him. "No, it doesn't hurt. You know, when at the construction site, stones keep falling on my feet. Even that could not stop me from working." In the middle of the sentence, he stopped. I turned
my back on him and tears rolled down my face.
That year, my brother was 23 years old; I was 26 years old. After I got married, I lived in the city. Many times my husband invited my parents to
come and live with us, but they didn't want. They said, once they left the village,they wouldn't know what to do. My brother agreed with them. He
said, "Sis, you just take care of your parents-in-law. I will take care of mom and dad here."
My husband became the director of his factory. We asked my brother to accept the offer of being the manager in the maintenance department. But my
brother rejected the offer. He insisted on working as a repairman instead for a start.
One day, my brother was on the top of a ladder repairing a cable, when he got electrocuted, and was sent to the hospital. My husband and I visited
him at the hospital. Looking at the white gypsum on his leg, I grumbled,"Why did you reject the offer of being a manager? Managers won't do something dangerous like that. Now look at you, You are suffering a serious injury. Why didn't you just listen to us?"
With a serious expression on his face, he defended his decision, "Think of brother-in-law. He just became the director, and I being uneducated, and
would become a manager, what kind of rumors would fly around?" My husband's eyes filled up with tears, and then I said, "But you lack in education only because of me!" "Why do you talk about the past?" he said and then he held my hand.
That year, he was 26 years old and I was 29 years old. My brother was 30 years old when he married a farmer girl from the village. During the wedding reception, the master of ceremonies asked him, "Who is the one person you respect and love the most?"
Without even taking a time to think, he answered," My sister." He continued by telling a story I could not even remember.
"When I was in primary school, the school was in a different village. Everyday, my sister and I would walk for 2 hours to school and back home.
One day, I lost the other pair of my gloves. My sister gave me one of hers. She wore only one glove and she had to walk far. When we got home, her hands were trembling because of the cold weather that she could not even hold her chopsticks.
From that day on, I swore that as long as I live, I would take care of my sister and will always be good to her." Applause filled up the room. All guests turned their attention to me. I found it hard to speak, "In my whole life, the one I would like to thank most is my brother," And in this happy occasion,in front of the crowd, tears were rolling down my face again.
*Love and care for the one you love every single days of your life.* You may think what you did is just a small deed, but to that someone, it may mean a lot.
Have a nice day everyone! May this story inspire you in any way as it did to me!
I realised that I've been selfish
for the past few weeks
so I'm really sorry you guys
I will make a change
from now onwards
and I hope you will too
not just for yourself
but for the benefit of all
especially for
D&D Society
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