Own Time Own Target

Blogging, emailing, twittering, facebooking etc are fine

The form doesn't matter as long as the content and sincerity is there, where sharing and discussions take place, and a connection is maintained.

They can only add to a relationship in RL (real life) for the lack of time, or effect of distance.

But it gets kind of sad if a real life relationship is reduced to forwarding chain letters, urban legends and hoaxes. No?

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I witnessed the aftermath of some senseless violence recently, when the victim showed me her bruises on the arm where she was grabbed, and the faint redness on her cheek where she was boxed/ slapped.

Violence in any kind is absolutely wrong. There is just no justification of ever laying hands on another, especially one weaker, no matter what. And especially due to the lost of one's self control, which shows just who is indeed weaker in the mind.

But as a car accident where there is no justification for rear-ending the car in front or worst, knocking down a person; both sides of the stories need to be presented for the judge to award degree of culpability.

Knowing both personalities, I cannot say that my sympathies lie 100% with the victim although it is clear in my conviction that any and all violence is wrong.

While I just cannot imagine that the act could not have been avoided- by tact on the part of the victim, and self-control on the part of the perpetrator, better communication before things went into a downward spiral.

Though I am practical enough to understand that things do not disintegrate/ degenerate overnight, and the path could only have led to this.

THEN WHY DID THEY GO DOWN THAT PATH? Did they not see with their eyes open? Did they not care? WHAT?!

I pray that I'll never fall victim in such a circumstance in any relationship. Be it my marriage, or with my children/ their spouse when I'm old and frail, or even my future grandchildren, or whosoever over violence of whatever kind.

I'll walk.

I'll fight back.

I might forgive but never forget.

The road to healing will be long and can never be bought.

But the power is not in the prevention or even in standing up for yourself, but in the strength of the relationship through years of building and management such that there is simply no place for violence.

But we're talking about me.

And in this case, a few well chosen useless babbles may well be enough to cover the incident for awhile, leaving nothing resolved. What a distaste it leaves in my mouth...

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"Mommy, I have a surprise for you!" Kiddie E screamed as I got home.

She had gone shopping with her grandpa and bought something... it looked like a bottle of soda, not juice, not beer (just a wild guess to kid with her), not ribena...


It was a bottle of Waitrose Low Sugar Bitter Lemon

For ME.

Since becoming pregnant and with my history of gestational diabetes, I have been on a restricted carbo diet which means low sugar every thing or nothing.

Waitrose Low Sugar Bitter Lemon and Low Sugar Tonic Soda had been my savior during times of sugar cravings, especially the first.

Unfortunately they are only available from Cold Storage/ Market Place, where half the time is out of stock.

She had somehow noted my disappointment and that we didnt manage to get any during our last 2 grocery runs in the last month, while playing pretend-cashier games and pushing the trolley.

I am speechless. This is the absolutely first independent thing that she's done for me, not the obligatory class art project for mother's day etc.

Not even grandpa's doubts could persuade her to not buy it, though he did stop her from buying TWO. The only thing she got for herself and Kiddie J was a packet of Kindo Bueno each.

I am blessed with love from this young child of just a month over 7 years, borne from my loins.

There are still many things to learn as parents, but I think we've gotten some of them right.

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