I bet my children’s parents never have to worry about weeds in their yard. Because these kids…. they pluck every beautiful flower (or weed) they see. Instead of playing they’re busy picking flowers for their mommies and daddies ❤❤, wiping their pollen-stained hands on their clothes, their hair whipping in the wind, their eyes shying away from the sun. I do not know what their parents think of when they open up flower-filled backpacks, see mud-caked clothes, or pollen stained on dresses, but I hope they realize the love their children have for them when they say, “Look mommy/daddy. I got you a flower!”
It’s not until we have to get back to the hustling and bustling in our lives,
that we can enjoy the snow in its entirety.
I know, I know. I shouldn’t have. But you know what? When life’s got you down, treat yourself. Buy more books!
Sorry it took me this long to come here. I was in NYC, 5th grade, when 9/11 happened. I still remember to this day how teachers got us together and told us we were having an early dismissal. Confused, we asked why. The day had barely even started. My teacher said that the twin towers have been attacked. I couldn’t tell you the so many questions I had running through my mind. In the meanwhile, my dad was in Manhattan, seeing with his eyes, in disbelief, how the people on the rooftops screamed for help but the helicopters could not get close and then ultimately called back because all aircrafts were ordered down, how the towers were engulfed in flames, how many jumped off and took their own lives when they saw that no help was coming, and ultimately how, one after the other, the towers fell. Phone lines cut off, no communication. My dad just called my mom once and told her to stay inside the house, there had been a terrorist attack by Muslim terrorists , and people out of rage could be targeting us, Muslims, who were just as angry as they were. I could go on and on. But I’ll put this to rest.
I’ve finally made it. And I pray for all these individuals who lost their life here on 9/11.
(n.) from Japanese- the act of leaving a book unread after buying it, typically piled up together with other unread books.
I do have the habit of being a Tsundoku ｡(*^▽^*)ゞ I bought all these but never seemed to actually read them or I may have started, but didn’t get all the way through.
Children of the Lamp: The Akhenaten Adventure by Philip Kerr
I didn’t actually buy this one. Baba drove by a book sale the other day and thought I might like it. So, he bought it for me. Thank you baba! ♡〜٩(^▿^)۶〜♡ He knows me so well. Apparently, this book is the first book of its series and it is about a pair of twins stumbling upon the world of djinns. Oooh, can’t wait to crack this book open.
Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them by J.K. Rowling
I know, I know. Usually I’m quick to gobble up HP related books, but this one came amid my student teaching and grad classes. So… it got put off the side. On the plus point, I did start it though.
Wonder by R. J. Palacio
Actually, I finished this right after I took this picture. I had finished a third of the book when I had stopped reading it. After I picked it up again, I ended up staying the entire night to finish the book. Now I can relate with people who has already read it ^^”
The Zoo Keeper’s Wife by Diana Ackerman
I became intrigued after I saw the movie trailer actually. I’m all for a good Holocaust related story. I believe that each Holocaust story is just one piece of a whole story. I like hearing and experiencing the different stories out there. I did take it to Bangladesh when I visited, but it never peaked my interest to just sit down down and read in the hustle and bustle.
Where’d You Go, Bernadette by Maria Semple
I picked this up at my local library. They’re always having a book sale. You can get three paperbacks for a dollar! I’m currently reading this one now, after finishing Wonder.
The Rosie Project by Graeme Simsion
I never got the chance to read this. That’s the disadvantage of going to Barnes and Nobles… the books call you over, you buy them, and now they’re sitting on your shelf intend of theirs.
Billy Creekmore by Tracey Porter
This book was on sale at the school I student taught at. It looked interesting so I did it. I bought it ｍ（＿ ＿；；ｍ
The Mysterious Benedict Society by Trenton Lee Stewart
I also bought this at the above book sale mentioned above. But, I promise, I’ll get to this one soon. This year, no new books until I finish all these first.
The sad thing about this tree is that it’s having a hard time bearing the weight of the snow. It’s trying to hold on, it’s trying not to break. But, unfortunately, it’s seeds seemed to have been ready to come out as it was under the false pretense that summer had arrived just a tad bit too early. Now the tree, with its almost-ready-to blossom seeds, stands helpless against the last days of this winter. Last week’s snowstorm has it already shaken, with wind picking up to about 50 mph and over. Many trees have since been uprooted, if not pushed to the side as if they’re leaning. Hopefully it won’t be like that one winter a few years ago when snow arrived before the trees have had any time to shed their leaves. It’s hard to forget all the crackeling sounds all around us as tree branches were breaking off here and there. They weren’t able to support the weight of they’re own leaves, much less the snow that kept on piling on it. Sometimes, I feel like going out to shake a branch or two (at least the ones I’m able to reach😂), to just take off some pressure. Although the piling snow does make some trees look humble, I think they’d like it much better if they weren’t bowing so low to the ground because of the heavy weight of snow.