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Sunday, May 20, 2007
I love you every day

Spent the entire morning today reading Mitch Albom's For One More Day that ck lent me and its one of the best books ever! (: The immensity and intensity of a Mother's love for her kids. Its so heartwarming but also incredibly bittersweet. I thought Tuesdays with Morrie was super boring so I didn't really fancy Mitch Albom but after reading this, I think I should go read Tuesdays with Morrie again. Maybe I misunderstood the poor book. hahaha. Anyway, as I read the story, I was thinking that the worse kind of emotion one can feel is probably Regret. Because most of the time there's nothing much you can to to reverse history and you find yourself trapped in the helplessness of an uncontrollable situation that is in the past tense but so painfully present tense as well. Sad huh /: So if there's a burning desire for you to do sth and it doesn't involve the murder of anyone, just go ahead and do it! hahahah! :D It beats sending Letters of Regret in the future.

Yesterday was our first "lesson" in preparation for the MINDS camp and also our first meeting with the trainees! Honestly I was secretly apprehensive cause I've never volunteered with the interllectually disabled before so I was pretty unsure of how to behave and make myself useful but the lesson was just a get-to-know-and-feel-your-way-around kind of thing so it was quite alright! (: I think what struck me most was how dedicated and caring the senior volunteers are! When two of them were briefing us about our responsibilities and expectations, they gave us bits of info about all the trainees that they have committed to memory. Their medical background, their behavior and personality, even their environment at home. It goes to show the true concern they have for them, and I thought that was really admirable and sweet (: I think the camp is going to be real meaningful (:

And now looking in your eyes,
I feel in my heart,
the start of something new.
(:

in the name of love.
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