I've been away for such a long time. Did not realised it. Today is 16th, wow, a 'two-week' break. I lost that 'urge' to write, I must admit, lost to what? I supposed it is facebook.
I started my facebook a very long time ago but kept it very distance. Recently, errr, forgotten how, but I got it kicked start again. Not only that, but got addicted to some of it's games and got stucked. Still is.
So, I've been telling my kids not to be hooked onto pc games, yet I am doing it. Sharing the 'passion' with them. Even enlist their assistance to play it for me, when I'm busy. Oh, what a weird situation I'm in !? You see, I'm still upset if my kids sit infront of their pc for too long, so now when I bring it up, they will tell me, hey mom, you should understand us... you are also playing....
Sigh !!!! Bad leadership. I have to kick myself in the asxxxxx.
I had a 'philosophical' dream last night. I asked a friend if she is willing to let go her highly paid job, leave thing behind and go chase her dream....
What's my dream? Cruise the world, freely, without worries, without a care in the world.
Minutes ago, shaunie asked me, "Mom, do we really need a best friend?" From the bottom of my heart, I told her, "Not really".
Friends, a beautiful and nice lot of people, friendly, can joke, can laugh, can share outing times, can share a lot of other things in life. Friends, a lot of definitions, a lot of perspective, a lot of complications too, especially when you have expectations.
I enjoyed my friends' company, I hope they do mine too. I felt, to be a friend, I myself must ask myself, if I can go all out to do what I can for a friend? It has to start from ME. Can I or can I not?
I'm having a headache, I'm sleepy, I don't know what I'm doing. Just wasting some time on the PC. Since I cannot harvest my farm.
My farm.... opps, I'm addicted. Farmville... it's nice, it's beautiful and I can get 'rich'.... in the virtual world lah....
Nothinglah, just doing things, nothings.
I only felt it so real when I received it from the organiser (Tetra Pak) this afternoon, when I held it in my hand! When they informed me last week, I was like - huh? Really? Are you sure it's me?
It's the 3rd price for a blogging contest I took part about 3 months ago. When I checked back, only then that I realised it was submitted on my birthday! So, a beautiful and wonderful 'belated' birthday present. Thanks.
Coupled with it was a great day out for the family as we also participated in many activities during their 'World Osteoporosis Day' at Desa Parkcity. The physical challenges were real tough. Too bad our 'running abilities' were out of place and we did not win. However, the kids won many prizes and took back handsome winnings - recycle bags, UHT milk - many many packets, colour pencils, etc. Great time! Fun! Lotsa milk to drink!
The morning started well and good. I was physically, mentally and emotionally on full swing at high gear. Positive.
Yet, a sudden turn of an event, over a minute issue (which I thought), was blown out of proportion. Caught me by surprise, thrown me out of my chair and my whole feeling just plunged. I did not expected it at all. NEVER thought this could happened.
I must have been so naive. I thought I was doing alright. When suddenly I just felt a bullet shot through the air while I was merely passing by. Next thing is before I can even think of anything, bullets rained on me, directly onto my body, shot right through my heart..... more shocked than pain. What just happened? What have I done? Why am I shot? Why me? Yet,
Blank...............
Sinking............
Grasping for air...............
Still not able to comprehend why I was shot.
Finally managed a gulp of air, breathed. Yet confused and
Angry? Disappointment? Sad? Upset? Numbed. I don't really know... not anymore!
Perhaps I never learn. Perhaps I should now learn., that even I do nothing, I still can be shot if I am not careful while cruising the streets. May be direct bullets, may be strayed bullets.
RED ALERT!
Life doesn't stop here. Out there it is still beautiful, plenty of smiles, plenty of shoulders, plenty of love, plenty of things I CAN DO.
Life = letting it go + taking it up.
It got me thinking for a few days. Have to admit that is the case. Of course we always have our say. Our kids are obedient. They do voice their opinion but dad and mom almost always win. They will reluctantly accept the 'defeat' and got over it fast and well. Unlike us, adults, who sometimes 'linger' on with losing the 'battle'. Or is it just me who feels this way?
There are times when we are seen to be so unfair when the same situation/same matter/same whatever, concerns the adults and kids. Well, why? Is it like I jokingly told Shaunie : simple, because we are daddy and mommy. Is that so?
I suppose we have to give some good thoughts on these issues and treat our kids like adults. Judge the situation instead of the generation? Oh, mommy, tell me how?
