butterfly__________

Sunday, January 28, 2007
5:00 PM

I am going to do what I do best when I am sick.

Moan.

Arghz. I am pretty much stuck at home these few days, because I am sick. Yeah yeah yeah, you've heard all about it. But I still want to moan anyway, because you got to give a sick person credit for being sick.

For what?* rolls your containers of eyeballs in exasperation*
She is pale. She is uglier than ever. She has a transvestite-like voice. She has phelgm in her chest. And the annoying Iz Lee Qi Rong at church not only was ungentlemanly towards her at church today, but even Snubbed her.

The diva in Taysi is injured.
Noone was spared. Iz Lee Qi Rong got double the punishment.
If I tell you how he spoke to me today, you would be annoyed too.

Last time, when I was still a carefree teenager, who was all but 18, spent her allowance like it was freshly printed From the FMB- Father Mother Bank. I mean I am matured and understood my parents' pain to earn the blood-sweat money, but let's say that saving was never really one of my virtue.

Niao1 I was, but thrifty I'm not.

To date, I don't know whether my money goes to.
Maybe all to my food? That's why I'm never thin.

But ever since I started earning money properly, my dear friends, money is all sweat and blood. Why I know? Because I sweat and vomit blood every single day of my teaching career. Figuratively and Literally Speaking as for now.

Please hor.
Next time when you make your cute babies and they go preschools, kinder, and primary schools, and secondary and jc, give them enough allowance to buy their teachers red pens.

Because teachers have to buy their own red pens.-_-"

Now, I am digressing.

This morning, my mom told me a short story. Now, if you know me well, you might realise that I always always talk about my mom. What better ways to show your respect and love for the person who brought you to this earth?

In any case, sometimes I also swear and curse at her lah. But 90% of the time I like my mom enough. But 100% of the time, I love her.So the next time I complain to you about my mom. Just tell me to shut the hell up. Thank you.

Back to the story.

This is the image my mom put into my head. She and my dad were roaming in Neighbourhood 1 market eating breakfast this morning when they saw a woman. A Woman Decked in dirty, dust-filled, old and ugly clothes. Her face was dirty and she smelt - bad.

Then my ever imaginative mom started imagining herself as the woman and wanted to cry because she thinks that she would be like that very soon.* At this point I told my mom, " Even if I die, I will also give you money to survive." Then she said, " Ok. When you can do it, then say. Now cannot say." -_-"" Ok lor.

Yah. Then My mom is really a very kind person, never mind her scary looks she shoots at me when she wants to scold me. But she is considerate enough to care for the woman's pride as well. She told me that when you want to help people, you can't be so direct like ask the person , " Can I give you some money?" That is like injuring their pride lah. That is like damaging their spine with a dagger.

So my mom did it in the most ordinary manner possible, she asked the woman," Can I treat you to a bowl of noodles?" This seemingly simple action has seared a mark in my heart I can tell you. If I was grubby and poor and dirty and in need of money but I didn't want to beg for money, I would be grateful that this person was sincere in helping me.

Yah. So did the woman take the bowl of noodles?
She didn't. But the look on her face told my mom that she appreciated the kind gesture.
With a thankful heart, She said " Xie xie. Wo hai shi ke yi de."

Sometimes, we might be poor.
Sometimes, we might be rich.
But when we are rich, we should help the poor.
And when we are poor, we shouldn't beg for help.
Whatever little means we can survive on we must try.
That is why God gave us determination. That is why God gave us a soul, for us to think and ruminate.

I will pray for that woman.Starting from today.

butterfly___________