What happened? Queen......

Spenson, a colleague of mine was telling me about celebrities twitting like as if everyone cares how they feel or what they were doing...

What came to my mind was, if people do not really care what others have to say, then in my case, some people would not care about what I have to say, write, think or how I feel. This gives me the freedom to write, blog without being judged, and he is right too you know. There is some truth in what he said.

I miss those days when I can bring my camera along and shoot, write about it. My aim now is to get a smaller camera just like Ili's and my poor DSLR would be shelved and use only fr vacations or special shoot. I am still waiting for my wishlist for a good lens...so there you go, reason for shelving my poor canon.

Perhaps I want to be heard, I want to listen to my own voice - voices from within. You see, like the picture above, my needs are more like the Queen but in my own world. Called my mother earlier and my mother being a mother that she is, listen probably bored to death to what I have to say about what happened yesterday at Dyna's primary one orientation.

But what I did not tell her was, I feel so beat, and hopelessly lonely yesterday. From Uyop's work place, Dyna and I headed to Qihua Primary School for her orientation. Got her starter pack and was whisked to the school hall where the orientation was to be held. Apparently, I was one of those few parents who came alone. Saw an empty seat at the corner in the middle row of the hall, and so I thought...BUT this lady, ANNOYING woman...stopped me and told me off, that the seat was taken. So I went to the one that is vacant, two seats away from her. While waiting for the principal to begin her speech, I took a book out to read. Disturbing thoughts about that seat, whose or what? why??. You know what, the seat of my initial choice was never taken, or at least that was what happened!!. Never saw anybody, any soul and goodness what sat on that chair. Bitch..

Anyway, I will not brood over what happened in the hall. What happened afterwards were far more interesting.

I met someone; my regret was, I did not ask her for her name. She talked about her daughter whom in her early childhood did not know how to read and write well but is now in an Integrated Programme. This programme will provide an integrated upper secondary and Junior College education where secondary school pupils can proceed to JC without taking the GCE ‘O’ Level Examinations..

A goal springs in my mind. I want to be more pro-active then before in Dyna's primary school and learning journey... I want to always be there for her, read to her always and to shift my focus so that in future, if her options were to go to JC without taking the GCE 'O' level, this would be one path or route she can take. But is all about her choices and not mine.

Loads of stuff to do now...what is happening in the kitchen?