How A 5 Minutes Reading Do Wonders!

Starting my day at work with a 5-minutes reading…and guess what; I learn alot!

With just the slightest thought of reading some updates from a blog recommended by Hie, I ended up finishing the topic you wouldn’t believe I set my eyes upon: Parenting.

With each article revealed the diminutive activities done from infant to toddler but it never fail to bring beams to the mother’s eye…and myself too.

I’m astounded on how impactful the process of parenting change a person’s insights and deeds.

From the very first time they learn to turn, sit, crawl and babbling to the moment they attempt their first standing up debut, walking unsteadily and cry out ‘mama’ and 'papa'; it’s full of wisdom.

We might carelessly shrug it off as it might mean insignificant to us adult as we perform it effortlessly…but to them; it’s their FIRST TIME….It means WORLD to them…and our reaction towards their achievement will either boost or kill their fragile little esteem.

So much to learn from life…

If Only I'm A Dandelion...

Flaw makes us humane and imperfection perfected us…that will be what I always say…but when it’s my turn, would I be able to shrug it off as easily as a dandelion spreads its' windborne seeds? I have no answer…

Walking down the memory lane of childhood...

To my surprise, Hie sent me an oldies song last two days...'当我们小的时候'
and both of us chatted long on the topic then...talked about how the painfully sweet and full of bruises childhood created most of our memories back then...

Being a bunch of small rascals and peculiarly you find us lil' girls instead of boy; we never let our mom have a day of rest...for every now and then she will have to send us to hospital to get some stitches done...either to jaw, ears, finger, knee or toes...

We shared on how unique my mom's parenting style~ we get injured...run to her...get beaten up first...then finally send to hospital...so each and everyone of us 5 siblings here will get the same fate should we get ourselves hurt one way or the other...

We laughed on how Ying used to get herself a double stitching job performed for the same wound on her jaw...for the sake of gluttony over an apple...

We giggled on how the publicly known "Refugee" back then has now becoming ADOS for a world-class renowned HR Hotel...

We chuckled at how we terribly skinned and peeled ourselves yet did not have the nerve to surrender our wound to mom~

Those were the days...days playing around gutters, days of rope-skipping, days of barbie dolls and days of worries-free...blanketed with mom's loud caring voice and showered with toiled lovely hands of hers.

In a blink...we are now all adults; each with own lifestyles and career; some with family of their own as well...how time flies!

A Sigh of Whisper...

The same old question with the same old answer...but somehow or rather this time I pay a lil' extra attention to the same old question asked...and ponder on it as well for quite sometime...

Could it be influence or own will; I don't have an exact answer...but the thought of it did curve a smile and frown the brows...for there are reasons to think for not only twice...

Maybe only the same subtle whisper can be heard after a long sigh...Whatever will be will be~

A New Year Ahead...

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Christmas is coming...

Let's recap on the happenings occured throughout 2009

The good, the bad, the delightful and the heartrending...the cheerful and cheerless episodes hurdling into our life for the past one year...

For the good; we treat as accomplishment as they are the milestones achieved and therefore give yourself a pat for the deeds done.

As for the bad; they are keepsake of experience as failures and mistakes are layers of foundation towards success.

Remember: A successful person is a result of eons of failures.

With this; we charge forward to a new fruitful year ahead with a recharged, revitalized and rejuvenated mind, body and soul in totality.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year :)

Just Need A Lil' ...

Today man down. By 7.20, self-declared MC took place. Lucky enough, I have an ever-there housemate taking care of me; from breakfast to medicine...and finally dozed off under medication.

Made a call...maybe being sick is super-sensitive or maybe it's in my blood; just felt that the intonation ain't right; and so I regretted for making that call.

Just longing for sprinkles of attention. a doze of pamper and spoonful of fuss over me while I needed it most; at least for a while...is it too much for an ask? I wonder...