Love is a choice, NOT a feeling!! i totally agree.. if everything that we do are based on feeling, what a chaotic world it might become.. We choose to love our parents is the motivation to lead us on everyday, to stay and care for them..
Today i was at the bus stop waiting for bus to go out, i saw a few kids with their mother waiting there too, to go out and have fun maybe? there was not just one nor two, there were about three to four families.. it brought back my little memories, of my sister, my mother and me would use to dress up nicely even just for a trip to the market, my mother would have no problem to coaxed us to get changed, dressed up to go out. we were always being given the freedom to choice our clothes. she will just say, " girl, go and take the nice, nice t-shirt you like to wear. girl you want to wear shoes? the stocking very nice, you want to wear? the hat very cute, just bring along. where is your favorite sunglasses?? keep it nicely okay?" and yeah, my mother really does that, and during special occasions like Chinese new year, we will never miss out putting on make up, using my mother's lipstick, the big and red ones. I remember how silly i will be, like not wanting to close my mouth, i just scared that i will wet it, and it will be gone in no time. at that time i was also thinking, there is no way i am going to allow them to get close to my teeth, most certainly not my stomach please.
after all the preparation, we will then leave the house with sweets in our little bags and pockets, combs are not being left out! (it is not really that surprising, but we are quite vain even we were so so young) even if we really forgotten the comb, mummy will take out hers and start combing and letting us comb our hair. well.. my mommy wants us to go out looking good.
we seem to know car ride can make us really bored, and at that age, we will have afternoon naps and we were not needed to think as much as now, so sleeping in the car were not as exciting as now. yeah. anyway, we would either bring "old maid, snap .. etc" sometime daddy and mommy dont really want us to bring out, then it will be reversi, little portables and gameboy, but the super old that only have the car game and tetris, if none of these above, we will play with " chopstick. popeye the sailorman, vampire" Well, isnt childhood the best time to play around, really just playing fun? although we were not allowed to play at the playground downstair at my old house, but we had our own entertainment, such as playing our own "photo shoot", like tearing up alot of rough papers and throw them towards the fan to creat snowing effect, wearing our socks and gliding here and there, while the maid was scrubbing the kitchen floor, just wearing my shirt and gliding some more, taking out the tortises to let them have a "race" (they were so lazy, so the race was how long can they stay put) skipping with our skipping ropes and like try doing patterns with it for two purposes, one is to grow taller and the other is to kill time maybe? playing neighbour's rabbit, all kinds of things, and oh, oh, putting pepsi into our cups and placing them to make them into " pepsi ice" it is really good!
they are really fun and memorable experience! pear jie, if you read this, dont you agree? =)
As now time flies, we have grown up, mommy is starting to complain we are not spending too much time with her. especially me, it is because when i have proects, assignments and production in hand, i can bearly reach home by 8pm, let alone 7+pm, so sometime i could be like a whole week not eating at home, poor thing mommy, i love you, sorry ya? i will try to. the problem is, this kind of thing is beyond my control, but when i can, i will eat at home together with you ya? *muacks~* mommy, i have never told you how much i really love you, but i love you lots and lots and lots =)
okay, i think i shall end here =)
byebye