I went to the book store today and it was monstrous. I figure this kinda topic gets quite a bit of publicity and dinner table time but felt like saying it again. As I queued waiting to pay for my color paper, a couple in front of me bought 200 over dollars of assessment books >_< That's my about my one year's worth of textbook, workbook and etc. It scared me even! I wasn't fond of assessment books and I never really did them anyway. Poor kids.
If you ask me, I rather have fond memories of playing with my parents ( not that I have much of such memories) than memories of doing assessment books while my parents overlook. The arguments for such practices do carry merit, but being privileged enough should carry some hint of contentment and enjoyment. If you're destitute and have to slog your way out, then go ahead. Some things in life do have to be worked for. But enjoying what is available at hand shouldn't be dissed either...
And it is true. You don't realise how much its worth till you lose it or if you've never had it. Family, friends. And it seems that is becoming the story of my life. A whole bunch of ifs. Ah-ma, god-sis, and now jj. Aiyahz~ what's wrong with me deh... They always say grip too tight and the sand flows out faster. But they never mention that even if you don't, it still flows out. You can't keep the sand alone, you'll always need the other hands. Two hands to clap, they say. Two to tango. Hard to dance if you're not sure if you're both following the same dance steps. Confidence in yourself, trust in your partner's.
Now, I'm just making it up as I go. Improvisation.
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DCOMs are nice to watch and I love Kim Possible. Much more than Totally Spies. Go figure.
