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Once again.
Saturday, March 27, 2010, 5:29 PM

I am going to spam so as to make up for next week lack of updates.

Anyways, I suddenly remembered something
before the Thailand trip I remembered I went to ask for the financial assistance form.
Yeah, why.
Idk why, I think it was because I thought my mom told me to get it.
When I brought it home, my mum went" What? " because she actually only wanted to ask if edusave could cover the cost since she says that my edusave has quite a sum of money.
I still remembered I felt so proud of myself when I stood up to get the form.
It really takes courage.
Because in this society, one's monetary status is what others look upon to judge a person.

So in the end, I just told Mr Tham about it and he says I can just keep the form if I want or throw it away.
Anyways, there is really not much to be embarrassed about to be on financial assistance in my stand.
I think the source of embarrassment probably comes from how you are afraid your friend's would see you.

Hmm, I wonder how the society was 50 years ago.
Was it the same as now?