Saturday, December 23, 2006
- "Uniform and Books"
posted at 3:22 PM
I like my uniform's design but my mother, for some out of this world reason, enjoys buying things one size too big to 'save money when I grow taller'. I have to wear shoes that look like icebergs when my old shoes tear to bits, a shirt that looks like the De La Salle one and a dark green skirt so long that it's over my knees. I like my PE attire though (it's HUGE too). But of all the colours and animals in the world, I'm an 'Albatross', my least favourite and ugliest animal, and it's purple. Again. Now. Forever. Tomorrow. The books make me cry. Now I hate algebra. Stupid history. Who the heck cares about the past.
P.S. I found this meaningful. But I don't get the pass it around and find true love thing at the end. It makes it feel like this is a bet by some american college kids not an attempt to help the world.
^^^^^ This is the part I don't get.
P.S. I found this meaningful. But I don't get the pass it around and find true love thing at the end. It makes it feel like this is a bet by some american college kids not an attempt to help the world.
When you were 8 years old, your mom handed you an ice cream. You thanked her by dripping it all over your lap.
When you were 9 years old, she paid for piano lessons. You thanked her by not bothering to practice.
When you were 10 years old she drove you all day, from soccer to football to one birthday party after another. You thanked her by jumping out of he car and never looking back.
When you were 11 years old, she took you and your friends to the movies. You thanked her by asking to sit in a different row.
When you were 12 years old, she warned you not to watch certain TV shows. You thanked her by waiting until she left the house.
When you were 13, she suggested a haircut that was becoming. You thanked her by telling her she had no taste.
When you were 14, she paid for a month away at summer camp. You thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter.
When you were 15, she came home from work, looking for a hug. You thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.
When you were 16, she taught you how to drive her car. You thanked her by taking it every chance you could.
When you were 17, she was expecting an important call. You thanked her by being on the phone all night.
When you were 18, she cried at your high school graduation. You thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.
When you were 19, she paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus, carried your bags. You thanked her by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends.
When you were 25, she helped to pay for your wedding, and she cried and told you how deeply she loved you. You thanked her by moving halfway across the country.
When you were 50, she fell ill and needed you to take care of her. You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become to their children.
And then, one day, she quietly died. And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder on YOUR HEART.
(If you love your MOM & you thank her deeply, copy this whole message and send this to everyone on your contacts list, with the title "I Cried Because Of This". If you don't, then you obviously don't care if your MOM dies.)
^^^^^ This is the part I don't get.
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