Wednesday, 10 September 2008
Smell the roses
It's 8am and I'm sitting in the patio with my morning cuppa and today's papers. The sun is rising, the flowers are blooming, birds are chirping and an easy breeze is moving through the terrace.
It's a lovely morning. Now, don't envy me because such mornings do not come by very often. I'm at work at 7am on weekdays except today. We were on the way to school early this morning when YK received a message that his practical exam starts at 9am today. So here we are, back home again.
While he's glued to his laptop, I'm also taking the opportunity to check my emails and scan through the headlines. Nothing too exciting except the realisation that the 7 leading religious bodies here earn more than S$10 million yearly. That's an amazing income!
I read another amazing but inspirational story about Michael Phelps. According to his mum, he grew up as a hyperactive child. Many teachers wrote him off as a middling student who can't sit still, can't keep quiet and can't focus on anything. Look who's talking now?!
Oh well, never judge a book by its cover I say! Now, just because I am out here in the patio doesn't mean I'm not working eh. Let me go back to smelling the flowers...