Ancora Imparo: mother's day

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Happy Mother's Day

Last Sunday we're in Rochester, the Central City of New York (by airplane! sorry) to celebrate a Happy Mother's Day with Steve's Mom.

Yeah, She live there (thanks god....Steve's word, mark me people, it is Steve's word). She is a wonderful lady, for me.

So we have plan for cup cakes party at her house, and spend the entire afternoon at spa. So girlish celebration. But we all need it thou. hehehehe!

and later on that day all of us (including Steve's big bro and her fiance) went for dinner reception at the Taste of India Rochester - The fines South Indian cuisine restaurant.

Before i could snap the picture of the dishes we ordered , it has been viciously eaten by all of us! hahahahahah

scribble me silly

Writing can be a hobby, a career, and even a passion. For me, it started out quite simple. I had a little journal that I would scribble my silly stuffs or daily thoughts on life in. As I grew older it became an outlet for my innermost emotions. Whether I was sad, angry or happy, I wrote. It was a way to clear my head. Looking back, those early words almost seem silly now.

The daily drama that caused such disarray in my teen years, now remind me how simplistic life was back then. What I would give to have a life that simple now. Yet if my childhood emotions would not have aroused such turmoil, I doubt my daily anecdotes would have given me such enjoyment.

As the years past the words became less about me and more about writing. I wrote because I needed to. I needed to share my hopes and my dreams with this little book that refused to judge me, but simply listened.