1. gushing about spring
and/or
2. gushing about summer break.
what's a girl to do.. it's so fast-paced + sitting at home makes me feel so bummy = i end up watching instead of doing, or maybe im just a super-slacker =D
which... is going to get me where in life? haha nowhere's the answer!
time to get back up and about(: climbed the day after we got back from KL, then to bugis for focusgroup with Reg who has aspirations of overthrowing the lady conducting the session and taking over
spent today clearing up a tiny bitty portion of the mess tts called my room... but mostly slacking around, reading and being home with linda.
climbing again tmr! at ca our 2nd home (for as long as our season passes last haha poor ST..). hopeful for a fun productive session(: Pumpfest friday through to sunday beginning 7am on friday 0_o no joke manz.. outings on fri and sat evenings (see everyone again!) and for next week too. i cant wait for linda's exams to be over so that maybe we can have a more consolidated fam outing too, rather than a just hanging around waiting for fam members to drop by the house from sch / work. and lyna's been a phantom and mama's been up to her ears with work goodness..
oh i was flipping thru my archives; found this on family.. appended below.. touched then, still touches me now. i miss cable tv too; for the movies tt go on endlessly.. miss sappy-movies-watching sessions hahaha..
F A M I L Y
I ran into a stranger as he passed by,
"Oh excuse me please" was my reply.
He said, "Please excuse me too;
I wasn't watching for you."
We were very polite, this stranger and I.
We went on our way and we said goodbye.
But at home a different story is told,
How we treat our loved ones, young and old.
Later that day, cooking the evening meal,
My son stood beside me very still.
When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.
"Move out of the way," I said with a frown.
He walked away, his little heart broken.
I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.
While I lay awake in bed,
God's still small voice came to me and said,
"While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you use,
but the family you love, you seem to abuse.
Go and look on the kitchen floor,
You'll find some flowers there by the door.
Those are the flowers he brought for you.
He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.
He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise,
you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes."
By this time, I felt very small,
And now my tears began to fall.
I quietly went and knelt by his bed;
"Wake up, little one, wake up," I said.
"Are these the flowers you picked for me?"
He smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree.
I picked 'em because they're pretty like you.
I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue."
I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today;
I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."
He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay.
I love you anyway."
I said, "Son, I love you too,
and I do like the flowers, especially the blue."
Are you aware that if we died tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days.
But the family we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.
And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than into our own family, an unwise investment indeed, don't you think?
So what is behind the story?
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