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Monday, March 10, 2008
shaneislove was here 12:11 PM

My contrast;
It's been 2 weeks since I can wake up at 12pm on a monday for the first time. Yes, fLAIr (MOE's Research) has come to a stop for now, so has the help I'd rendered in Kids E. I was so involved with children; expats chn, local chn, young chn and older chn. (:

Those 4 days at Kids E. was so funjoyful, it's the first time when the time wasn't all so draggy, and no, i actually didn't feel like going home how i usually want to. Prolly it's because I am assisting Dinah, so the entire thing was not as serious as how I need to be if it was to be another teacher I don't know of. I've learnt of many sad stories behind those innocent smiles, cries and laughters of some children. Parents, seperated and divorced. Parents, faraway, haven't been seeing their child for a long time. I am, very sad and heartbroken for them. I can see from their eyes, how much they miss their lost parents, how much they longed for the warmth and hugs, how much they want to look into their parents' eyes and say, "Papa" or "Mama".

On another note, Clementi (his nickname from me) was crying continuosly one of those days and we realized he was running a fever. I carried him in my arms, and he kept struggling and screamed, "Mama take me!" My tears almost fall, I don't understand, but can feel the pain he may be feeling. I took him to a corner with big cushions and put him to bed. I pat him and stroke his forehead to make him go to sleep. Yet, he suddenly opened his eyes, turned to my direction, look at me and said sweetly, "I like you." At that moment, feelings that overwhelmed me were undescribable. I quickly went down to him, kissed his forehead, and whispered into his ears, "I love you." and he gave me the smile that always make my day. I really love you, Clement. Be good, Teacher Maxine will see you again on friday ya? (:

It's weird and contradicting how much I don't want to work in a childcare, yet I want to be attached with these children. I am really sad over the fact that I can't stand working in a childcare. What a statement. But, say I am biased or what, I know I can work and will even love working at Kids E. However, Elaine doesn't need me now, maybe never? And my beloved mentor, I miss you already. Haven't got a chance to talk to you for long because I always had to rush off for fLAIr. I am sorry. Friday, we will chat, catch up, reminisce, hug and all.

I love children. I love my friends. I love you.
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