Currently reading "For One More Day" by Mitch Albom. Since holidays have started i figured i could start 'my readings', reading books that i've always wanted to read but just couldn't find the time. But so far, i've only finished one other heart-warming novel by Cecelia Ahern. There's always something else to do..

There was the Tzu Chi one-day camp, then i found out to my horror i had only one week to practise for the sign language song to be performed in a week's time to Silra Home's Ah Gong Ah Ma, of which i knew nothing about.

One week came and went. The performance was yesterday. i'd say i did okay. i didn't forget my steps, the signs, and thus i didn't stick my tongue out. But yes, my knees were all wobbly as though they were going to crumble anytime and my hands were trembling a bit. i hope they were not too obvious. i smiled to hide my stage fear, and of the actual fact that, yes, i was standing on the stage, there were many pairs of eyes staring at me. i've stared and looked at the people on the stage for so many times and it was my turn to stand on the stage and to be stared at. Ahh yes, the irony. i found a few familiar faces in the crowd and that sort of calmed me down a bit. i started to enjoy myself.

i guess i was actually kind of relief when the song finally ends after four minutes and we linked hands and bowed. i hope it was a beautiful ending to a beautiful afternoon for the An Gong and Ah Ma.

i just read this in "For One More Day", "Children forget that sometimes. They think of themselves as a burden instead of a wish granted." Though i've never really think of myself as a burden to my parents =P, i certainly have never thought of myself as a wish my parents were granted.

It occurs to me that all i could do is, i'll try not to a burden to my parents, instead i can only try to be my best so that they would feel as though i'm a wish granted.