Don’t we have the same facial expression?
That’s me eons ago, but the pictures make me feel that when I was a kid, I was destined to have a dog like her at some point in the future.
Today marks her first death anniversary. It’s been a year but sometimes, I still mention her name… out loud. Her death left a gaping hole in my heart.
I kinda feel jealous whenever I see someone walking his or her dog. How I wish I had walked my dog more often, because she really liked it.
The most memorable thing I’ve learned from this self-paced online management course is that management is not the same as leadership.
Okay, I’m not athletic, so I consider being able to touch a basketball backboard a big achievement.
I’ve been trying to do that for a long time, but in all of my previous attempts, the tip of my middle finger only touched the air beneath the backboard. I felt, and most likely also looked, like a total idiot.
But today, I was pleasantly surprised when all of a sudden, my finger touched the backboard. I tried again and again. Sometimes I made it, sometimes I didn’t.
I’m wondering what kind of jump works, and what doesn’t.
Anyway, for now, I will savor this “milestone.”
I would really like to experience this again:
You would too if the heat index in your country soared to 41 degrees Celsius.
I went to the hospital today for the removal of the stitches on my face. While waiting for the doctor, I overheard the conversation of a boy who’s about five years old and a woman* accompanying him.
Boy: (reading a signage) E A M C D O H E Y E C E N… what’s the next one, after N?
Boy: I can’t read it. I have poor eyesight.
Woman: No, you just don’t know how to read.
* I didn’t want to assume that they’re mother and son.
Won’t be touching a ball again until the scar heals.