hah....I'm tired... tired and sicked.



The images of war are everywhere and they are not pretty sights.



I'll try to stop talking about war for a while (if and that's a big IF, I can).



Today has been a beautiful day otherwise; my daughter sang a solo on stage at school... and I was there to witness it. Mind you, she is only 5 years old and I believe the experiece is great for her development. Being 'awarded' the title 'Mr Stage-Fright' at one stage of my life (though those who know me during the later stages of my life find this hard to believe), I'm very happy when she confidently took the microphone handed to her, uttered a polite, "Thank you" (with a smile) and then started singing.....



The roots of the plant is underground...underground....underground..... and so on.



and she has such a beautiful voice and a very good appreciation of rythms (I can't say she got these from me)



All those while, I felt so happy and proud and.... (it's kind of unbelieveable). hah....hah...hah... it's only a child on the stage singing a children song you might say.....



to me, it's my dearest daughter, the apple of my eyes, experiencing something very important to her (she was 'different' the whole of last night - nervous, I think) and I was there to both support and witness it. It makes my skipping the second half of my class today and rushing to her school worthwhile. After all, I've been missing a lot of my children's lives and this could be the one and only time.