Just to share:

Schools like acsj already start training/ preparing last year p4 students on the new Chinese oral.
If one think your child is one year or more than one year behind, then start practicing now and it's not too late. PSLE is a national exam.

Page 60-62.
https://acsj.moe.edu.sg/docs/2015/annou ... TP2015.pdf
All the best.

Just to share,

Teachers will be busy in May(exam+marking/checking papers/marks report book etc).
I don’t think anyone will want to call/email teachers in June. They may not be in Singapore (holiday).
So if one need recommendation letters/testimonials from form/cca teachers, inform early and give ample time.
Photocopy P5 and P6 mid year results (some DSA school required p4 results) before returning report book to teacher.
If child is a school prefect, you may want to get a certificate/testimonial from teacher-in-charge.
Don’t forget awards and other certificates.

DSA form may state:Submission of documents must reach General Office before ddmmyyyy, 12 noon. Late and/or incomplete submission will NOT be processed.

Best of luck.

http://tansungwah.blogspot.sg/2012/07/d ... a.html?m=1


http://www.kiasuparents.com/kiasu/forum ... 4&start=30

During dd’s primary school days, husband drive her to school every morning. They left home around 7.00am and school starts at 7.30am.

Dd is sec1 this year, husband continue to drive her to school but Left home at 6.45am.

Story to share :-

HOMESTORIES30 DAYS OF CARRYING MY WIFE
30 Days of Carrying My Wife
STORIES
Published on March 7, 2012By Robert Tew


I got home one night and, as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, "I want a divorce." She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words. Instead, she softly asked me why. I avoided the question, and this made her angry. She threw down the chopsticks and shouted

I got home one night and, as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, “I want a divorce.” She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words. Instead, she softly asked me why. I avoided the question, and this made her angry. She threw down the chopsticks and shouted, “You are not a man!” We didn’t talk to each other that night. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage, but I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement stating that she could keep the house, the car, and a 30% share of my company. She glanced at it and tore it to pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy, but I could not take back what I had said. She finally cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see in the first place, and the idea of divorce felt more real now.

I got home very late from work the next day, and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have dinner, I just went straight to bed and fell asleep.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but requested that for the next month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month, and she didn’t want to disrupt him with a broken marriage.

She also asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day, and requested that I now carry her out of our bedroom to the front door every morning for the month’s duration. I thought she was going crazy, but to make our last days together bearable, I accepted her odd request.

We were both pretty clumsy about it when I carried her out on the first day, but our son was joyfully clapping his hands behind us, singing, “Daddy is holding mommy in his arms!” His words triggered a sense of pain in me. I carried her from the bedroom to the living room, and then to the door. She closed her eyes and softly said, “Don’t tell our son about the divorce.” I nodded and put her down outside the door.

We weren’t as clumsy on the second day. She leaned on my chest, and I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t really looked at this woman for a long time. She was not young anymore. There were fine wrinkles on her face, and her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by, and I suddenly realized that she was getting very thin.

One morning it hit me how she was burying so much pain and bitterness in her heart, and without really thinking about it, I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at that moment and said, “Dad, it’s time to carry mom out!” To him, seeing his father carry his mother out had become an essential part of every morning. My wife gestured to our son to come closer, and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might start changing my mind. I carried her in my arms, and her hand naturally wrapped around my neck. I held her body tightly, just like on our wedding day.

On the last day, when I held her in my arms, I could hardly move a step. I knew what I had to do. I drove to Jane’s place, walked upstairs and said, “I’m sorry, Jane, but I do not want to divorce my wife anymore”.

It all became very clear to me. I had carried my wife into our home on our wedding day, and I am to hold her “until death do us apart”. I bought a bouquet of flowers for my wife on my way home, and when the salesgirl asked me what to write on the card, I smiled and said, “I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart”.

I got home, flowers in my hands, and a big smile on my face. But my wife had died in her sleep while I was away. It turns out that she’d been fighting cancer for a few months now, but I was too busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon, but wanted to save me from a negative reaction from our son (in case we push through with the divorce). In the eyes of our son, at least, I would still appear to have been a loving husband. I carried her out for the last time…

The small details of our lives, that I initially thought were boring and unimportant, are what really matters in a relationship; not the mansion, the car, personal property or the money in the bank. These things may create an environment conducive for happiness, but they cannot provide happiness in-and-of themselves.

So find time to be your lover’s friend, and to do those little things for each other that build intimacy.

In the morning, prepare breakfast and say 老公路上小心 before husband leaves the house.

Afternoon, send loving sms to husband like remember to take your lunch, love you always.
At night-老公你辛苦了+谢谢你为这个家所做的一切+我去放洗澡水+弄热晚餐。
Man need to be loved and appreciated.

:itwasntme: Although,occasionally I did.
Definitely not everyday or else he will say, \"You okay or not? Fever huh?\" :siao: :rotflmao:
My husband knows me for more than 30 years. He knows I'm not the gentle type of woman.

Example,the head just do not like that scholar. Sent email to scholar to do a new project). At the end of email the head stated if you have any problem feel free to consult me. Scholar went to see the head. The head reply, "You r a scholar. How can you not know? School never teach? How did you graduated? You r here to solve my problem not create problem for me. I’m giving you opportunity and yet you don’t treasure it."Actually, the head don’t know how to do the project himself. Just use mouth to work. There r nasty people around and whether one is "heng" to meet one.


Sometimes, people just don’t like people. If the scholar stay there for 6 years, I think it will be like 60 years to him.

言教不如身教。

Nothing in particular, just come to my mind.

Before a child turn 21, parent has responsibility. 在孩子成年之前，父母对子女有抚养和教育的责任。

A kid maybe independent,once he realized /feel that he has no one to fall back and he has to solve whatever problem he face.
When ask parent questions, if he gets reply like -don’t know/don’t ask me/ask teacher/ask your friends/it’s your work not mind.
Sooner or later he will not turn to parent for help.
He will not share with parent happy or unhappy moments.
Soon, he has nothing to talk to you.
By the time he grows up, he may want to fly away,far away.
种什么因，结什么果。

l mean the tone of replying to kid’s query plays a part. There must be respect.
When your kid gets an answer he will share with you.

By the way,when is the last time your kid say I love you /thank you to you or hug you? Yesterday?

To drop higher chinese at O level means to give up the 2 bonus points . This is too costly.

Suggest you speak to HOD your concern personally to ensure no misunderstanding.