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# 209!

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date: Tuesday, November 4, 2008
time:1:07 PM

TUESDAY, 4TH NOV

Remember when you were young, wearing adorable little outfits from the children's section at Cerisi?

You used to tug on your mummy's skirt, going, "Mummy, I want that toyyy!"

And if your mummy doesn't buy it for you, you throw a tantrum and cry at the top of your lungs, scrunch up your face and beg your mummy until the plastic bag is safe in your hands.

You would grab it tight, and thank mummy with all your love and affection by hugging her tight, kissing her on the cheek.

A pity these things don't come so easily to us anymore.

Now, we would sit on the sofa, using the tv as our background noise, seizing the chance when your mum is watching her favourite korean drama serial.

You pop the question, secretly crossing your fingers behind your back.

"Mummy, can I go out with my friends on Monday? I need money. Please..?"

Then you would blink your innocent baby smile, because you know you're the apple in your mum's eye.

If the answer is yes, you would gladly take the money, say, "Thank you, mummy i love you!"

But d'you actually mean it?

Or did it come out from your mouth just like it did everyday, because it's something you said so often, but never stopped to think whether it was true?

Or is it because you knew if you said that your mum would be satisfied and most probably the next time you want to hang out with your friends she would allow you, again?

And, did you even do so much as to give her a big teddy bear hug for giving you what you wanted?

If your mum said no, you would throw your temper, but not those, "MUMMYYY" and wail till your throat gets so dry people'd think that you were in a desert for years and without sufficient water.

You would turn away, and probably mutter, "mummy i hate you" and when she calls you, you'd be in your locked room, and you'd turn up the volume on your cdplayer.

It gets dark. Dinner time.

You sit on the table, your brain tweaking rapidly, thinking of words to retort to your mum.

She puts food on your plate but you didn't even do so much as to touch it.

You hear your brother squeaking, excited, about the next day's events. You hear him happy, elated.

You kept quiet, your mum; vice versa.

These little arguments actually escalate, one by one, day by day, your relationship with your mum gets deterred by these disagreements.

That night, you go to sleep w/o your usual, "Goodnight, mummy!" and try to think of ways to lie to your friends, come up with really creative ideas.

Ask yourself: Is it worth it? Is it worth falling out with your mum?

I've read, about mums who'd go around the world looking for a son that left her unattended, just because her son is in trouble.

I've read, about mums, who can lift up cars to retrieve their babies who're stuck underneath.

I've read, about dads who jump in front his daughter when she's being held at a gunpoint.

I've read, about mums and dads who help their children take the blame for a crime.

I've read, about mums who saved just that sum of money by scrimping and minimizing costs just to buy an ipod or a crumpler for their beloved teens.

But i've rarely read, about children who do the same for their parents.

I've only read about children who left their parents who cared for them alone, in nursing homes.

Have you ever thought about it?

Have you ever made plans for your parents?

Have you ever promised your parents a magnimous house, an awesome car?

You do, of course you do.

We always promise.

But as they say, promises are as fragile as eggs.

They break, easily.

Without constant checking on them, without effort,

they'll break.

We promised our parents to study hard, to achieve good results.

But again & again, we fill their eyes with disappointment.

We always promised, to get our parents the best life when we start working, we promised them enormous houses, we promised them a blue, cozy swimming pool, we promised them comfy sofas.

But not only didn't we try to give them, we cast them aside.

Giving them monthly "pocket money" also became problems.

During our parent's birthday,

we always argue: Who's going to pay the bill?

You - since you're the oldest ?

You - since you're the youngest ?

Why can't we all SHARE?

Why can't someone who's earning more than enough just take the initiative & contribute?

We are always so competitve.

Just because x beat me by 1 mark,

I don't want to be her friend.

SO LAME, right.

But many people have this thinking.

We always don't like to lose.

Because of face? No face to see people?

Why can't we be happy for people who's elated?

Why can't we celebrate with them?

Why must we feel jealous?

You say it's normal.

But I tell you, it's not.

You have a choice.

Looks. The shape of your face. Your hair.

All these does not matter.

We have technology.

Lie in a quiet room, receive treatment, and wala!, you have a new look.

But personality, is not easy to change.

They always say, "Don't judge a book by its cover."

Same: Don't judge a person by his looks.

It's what inside that counts.

In our life, we have countless choices to make.

Some choices, plans change our entire life.

Sometime, somehow, we'll make plans that change our life in a good way.

But sometimes, we make plans that ruin our life.

What is important, is not how much your life is being ruined.

The worst about falling is not the bruise,

it's when you don't know how to pick yourself up.

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