In teaching we cannot see the fruit of a day's work. It is invisible and remains so, maybe for twenty years. A hundred years from now it will not matter what my bank account was, the sort of house I lived in, or the kind of car I drove . . . . but the world maybe different because I was important in the life of a child.



I'm crying seeing the tree fell down. I wish that tree can speak to human and said they have a right to live in this earth. Poyo right, but that what I'm doing now. I'm still remembered I'm the one of the activist which protect environment last few year. Yell there, yell here........"STOP MANIPULATE OUR EARTH FOR YOUR OWN BENEFITS". Now, I'm supporting new development by clearing land for community benefits. Guess what, now I'm doing the researched "Planned Economic Development Meets Sustainable Environment" for most activist out there. I love my job now!


When I was in the high school, I'm the shortest among my friend. Guess what, I'm one the bookworm. Wish I can change a world after this!