Valentine's was a mere 4 days ago, and I got a card from one of them. Cheesy I might say: The card says, 'Thanks from the bottom of my heart, but my heart has no bottom!' SUPER-DUPER CHEESY don't you think! If only this realisation were to come up a little earlier, wouldn't it be much much better. On reflection, I do hope that my kids would just realise their folly, albeit the hard way, and start to move on from here, as the song goes in my previous entry.
I accompanied my boys on 3rd match yesterday. And just before the match, I do have a discussion with one of my colleagues, on the things that I did for the CCA. Without missing a beat, I told him that my co-manager and myself are all things rolled into one: a manager, cousellor, massager, sprayer, first-aider, photographer, score-keeper, administrator, bus-booker, ball-keeper, store-checker, store-keeper, water-boy, time-keeper...hmm and the list goes on, must I say them all. But hey, like what I told myself at times, better this than dealing with all those insinuations and others that somehow or rather, is more pervasive these past 2 weeks. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps, if I could just silence my critics. But then again, in the words of Bruce Lee:
"I'm not here to live up to YOUR expectations;
and neither are you here to live up to MINE"