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Friday, August 13, 2004
simplicity
went to my grandparents' house to settle cocoa tree vouchers with my aunts after math mock exam today. which btw was crap. in the first place, they shouldnt make us do a 3-h paper in a small crammed seat with a pathetic tablet. cos back and shoulder felt weird after that. not that it was mdm seet's fault though.

anw, love going back to the house i grow up in. even though i hardly go back as often now. as usual, grandparents would ask about studies and whether had enough pocket money etc etc. was trying to explain to them the impossible-to-do-well-in exams system in JC. didnt felt as though they grasped the idea. despite that, i still marvelled and enjoyed the simplistic way they saw the situation. i guess after living in the world for all these while, they managed to 看透 a lot of things. asked me if i passed and that is already a good step forward (hahaz... if only all my teachers think that way). it proved comforting. even if it's only for the one plus hour i was there. i love my grandparents!

on my way home, launched into another no-solution-to-the-problem conversation with dad. was talking about the failure of the education system. for one, some of the cleverest people i know dont exactly do well in exams. "taught to be merely exam smart". how true. the irony of working our butts off (or at least trying to) for that piece of poorly laminated cert which would eventually be left forgotten in a box at one corner of the house.