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Everyone has probably said, wrote, heard and read this but I'll go ahead: Time goes by so fast. Going back to the classroom is just around the corner. I still remember my last school day in April -- no, I still remember the day of my final exam this past April.
I'm on my last week of summer break. School starts again next week. There weren't a lot of fun things that happened during this break, but I'm still glad that there were still a few fun things that I've done. I'm just concerned that by the time next week comes, I'd be exhausted. I have to feel new when school starts, right? Obviously. Who goes to a new school year looking stale?
Two weeks, the total time where I was away from school and work. I spent it traveling and I guess I spent it well. The rest of my 'summer break' is in the office. It's just funny to think that one swipe from my debit card would take away all that saving. Ahh... sweet tuition fees. I've probably mentioned this before, but for those youth who have their parents paying their college fees are lucky. It's hard being a working student to pay off the tuition fee. And I shake my head why other kids goof off in university.
Same story. I don't want to talk about work. It's boring and frustrating. There comes a time when things are great and there are times when life looks... sigh. I think I've gone numb. I want to say that there were times when life was difficult, but 'difficult' is such an understatement.
The important thing is that I've learned something significant this summer. I should sign up for spring courses and I shouldn't worry about my life. If I put it in simple terms. So quite frankly, I'm looking to load my spring term this school year and I shouldn't worry about this school year at all.
Until now, I have this feeling that I want to fall away from my job. It's not simple for me, because I'm one of the more established employees. Perseverance. Sigh. I'm just tired of my job. People tell me that I shouldn't care too much about it. I try, but it's tough to overlook the responsibilities.
What I need is a girl!-- Huh? Where'd that come from?!
Monday's been very unproductive at work. Despite that, I came home tired. And so it was only right to unwind and relax. One of the things that relax me is definitely reading, and I read some of my past blog entries here and on my other sites. To my amusement, chanced upon my entry for Ayame's roleplay blog. And it gave me a chuckle at least. You know, it's priceless when you read something you've written in the past, forgot about it, and would give you a laugh when you read it again. It makes blogging really worthwhile. When I think about it, I really don't know how I came up with this Ayame entry.
My eyes have been opened! Beware of spending too much time on things of too little importance! How true! Now I have to keep my watch and avoid doing unimportant jobs. However, I ask myself how would you know if you're doing something important or unimportant? Important is such a subjective idea. I'm confused.
Sleep is important, right? It's considered as very important too, because when the body doesn't get much sleep, it might not work properly. And it can even endanger the health or endanger the people around the person. So I must spend a lot of time on sleep.
TV is important, right? If the person is bored, it can lead to other painful tendencies, make the person pessimistic, without color and empty. So I should watch the TV often.
Going home is important, right? Because work is not eternity and the body needs to rest. There is no place like home. One can find shelter and healing of the mind and body as well. So I must go home quickly and spend a lot of time at home.
Playing is important, right? As the famous saying goes, all work and no play makes Ayame a dull boy. Without play, creativity won't flow. Monotony will take over. Life will become black and white; worse it will become only gray. Playing can also inspire other people to work hard. So I should play often.
Friends are important as well. With many friends, you'll gain popularity and fame. I must find more friends quickly so I can be famous.
On the other hand, work is not important. It's not urgent. It's always there and it never goes away anyway. There's always work to be done. So I wouldn't worry about it. In addition, I have already gained so much experience of work. So I should spend less time at work and let someone else do it. That way, I can help someone gain that experience. And helping other people is important too.
This is another short story that I wrote. I hope you enjoy. Sam1 or Samone is my pen-name for my original literature, while Kimikimkimster is my pen-name for anything fanfiction.
The Perfect Gift for Her Birthday
"I'm not sure. I probably won't be able to come, because I'm attending a conference tomorrow afternoon." I said. "But I'll try my best. Advanced happy birthday. Bye." I hung up my cellphone and stepped out of the car. I was on my way to pickup my dry-cleaning.
The shop next to the laundromat is a flower shop. As I walked past the flower shop, I couldn't help notice the little girl standing in front of its door. She looked like she wanted to go inside, but she was probably too shy. I ignored the little girl and continued my way inside the laundromat where my suit awaits. I'll be using the suit for my business conference tomorrow. I wasn't really on a hurry, but I thought it was ready. Apparently, something wrong happened to one of their dry-cleaners, so my suit got delayed and I had to wait for half an hour before it was ready.
The lady in the laundromat apologized, but I told them that it was no problem. So I picked up my suit and left. To my surprise, the little girl was still peering through the window of the flower shop. She was still there. What was she doing? I tried to ignore her, but when she smiled at me, I couldn't help but feel like her smile was her plea for help.
And so I asked her what was wrong. "What is it little girl? Do you want to buy some flowers inside?"
The girl became somewhat troubled. "Yes, mister. I want to buy some flowers for my mother. It's her birthday today, you see. My mom loves lilies and I want to get her those colorful lilies, but--" I think I know what's wrong. "-- I don't have enough money."
She's really thoughtful and sweet. "Okay, what do you say if I buy them for you instead?"
Her face lit up and her joy was contagious. "Really? You'd really buy them for me? Thank you, mister. I really thank you!" So I went inside and bought the bouquet of colorful lilies for her. When I got out, she was very ecstatic and joyful. "I'm so happy! My mom's going to be happy too!" She exclaimed. You know, I was happy too. Who would've known that giving something can make you this happy. "Ah! Mister. Can I ask one last thing before you go?"
Because I was such in a giving mood, "Sure." I said. It turned out that the girl ran short of money to go back home. She was worried of that too. So she hitched a ride with me and her flowers, while I put in the address on my GPS. I don't really know this address or where we're going, but the GPS marked that it would take almost an hour to get there. How did she get very far? She's just a little girl. After almost an hour, I didn't know what to say. I was dumbfounded where this address had taken us.
"Are you sure about the address?" It was silly to ask, but I just had to clarify, because we were somewhere unexpected. I checked the GPS and the location's right. The little girl smiled again and nodded at me too. So I followed her when she left the car.
After walking some distance, the little girl stopped and paused for a moment. Then she placed the flowers. "My mom was fine in the hospital--" she began to sob a little. "I never knew that my mom would die the next day. My mom died on her birthday in the hospital. She had pneumonia and I wasn't able to say happy birthday to her, because she died early in the morning. She died last year, mister." She wiped her tears, but I couldn't help cry with the little girl in the cemetery as well. "Happy birthday, mom."
I finally drove the girl home and her father anxiously waited outside the house. He was very relieved when I brought her daughter, but I'm amazed at the coincidence that her father is my co-worker. So it wasn't hard to explain to him what had happened.
"Please, join us for dinner. I insist." her father says.
"Thanks... but... I have a plane to catch." Maybe I'm too apathetic to care, because I think that they'll still be there tomorrow. Maybe I'm too lazy to tell how important they are to me, because they've been with me for so long -- that I think it's highly unlikely for them to disappear. Maybe I have my own definition of 'important' and that my priorities are actually mixed up. But the truth is, no one knows what will happen tomorrow. I guess I shouldn't take their life for granted. I guess I should cherish them while they're here. After all, would it make sense to spend some time with someone that isn't there anymore? I should be glad that they're still here. I should be glad that I can still talk to them. That I can still walk with them. That we can still do fun stuff together.
"Yes? Who is it?" I should be glad that I still have my familiar reason to knock on the door to our old house. "... WHA- OH MY! What a pleasant surprise!" I should be glad that I can still touch them... feel them... embrace them... "I thought you said--"
I should be glad that I'm still able to say it. "Happy birthday, mom. I love you. Dad! I brought you something!"
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