Saturday, June 2, 2012


Hello Son,

It's 8:36 am on a beautiful Saturday morning.

Mom's in school. Maid R needs to do some cleaning, so your mother is here on the desk computer. It sure feels so very good and right to be able to write to You after that 10 long days of absence. Now, Mom's not sure how to tell You all those inciDANs that happened since she last called You on your 21st.

Plenty, plenty ... happened.

All so zapping awesome. :D

All YOU ... Nobody, nobody but You. :D

Your mother knows.

God really is so good to us. Please tell Him Mom said that, would You? Really ... Jesus does sound like a really cool guy, huh. He doesn't take away without giving back ... and making sure we are okay. Honestly, why your mother has to go through this path in life, she will never know ... but someday, she's gonna have a long chat with God. Tell Him that, would You please? Maybe from up there, You can see the maze clearly now ... or like The Quilt story goes, above the messy criss-cross patterns of patchwork, lies a beautiful picture. 


Not the exact inspirational line.

Oh well ...

You know what she means, right? She means like, if You were to look under the works of a cross-stitch, You would see untidy and disorientated patterns ... but if You were to look from the other side ...

I know what you mean, Ma ... :D 


So anyway ...

Let Mom tell You about yesterday, Friday, June 1st.

Gramdma's birthday.

Mom was in school as usual.

Aunty C was in the hospital.

Justine was in college.

Dad was having an appointment.

The 4 of us were supposed to meet at home about 5:30 pm to go to the restaurant to decorate the place with balloons before Grandma's birthday dinner at 7 pm. She would be having 16 guests altogether, including family and herself, she had said the day before.

By the way, your hyper-energetic Grandma (big, big grin) and her girl-friends spent the entire afternoon at the Karoake in Gardens Mall. :D

From 1 pm apparently to 5 pm, and extended to 7 pm.

Can You imagine that?

What did Grandad say? :D

Hahaha ...
Anyway, at one point in the afternoon, Dad came to fetch Mom and two of her teachers to check out concert costumes at a uh, faraway place. Yup faraway ... As in your father had to google and print out the location and directions to the place ... which we go every year for costumes.

Concert is in November and yes, of course it's still early, but Mom wanted to see what kind of costumes the boutique has this year to get a little inspiration of what dance performances we should do.

Anyway, we went to that faraway place ... can't remember the name of the place now ... had a bit of vegetarian lunch first (one of the teachers is vegetarian), then went to the boutique, browsed around for about an hour, before leaving. The new collection is not in yet, and the present costumes that were hanging on the racks were ... um, kinda miserable - looking. None of the costumes, jumped out, to catch your mother's attention.

No electrifying moment.

So ...

No ...

No inspiration was sparked there. :(

We'll check again end of June when the new collection comes in.

We went back to school. After dropping the teachers at their parked car, Dad dropped Mom off at the entrance of our kindy.

LAND BEFORE TIME (Yes Son, your cartoon CD still works) was playing on the DVD player at the time. Just as Dad stopped, and Mom was about to get out of the car, the dinosaurs broke into the song :



Dad and Mom turned to look at each other before echoing in unison, "FLIENDS for LINNER."

That was how You used to say it. :D



Oh Gee Wow Son ...

Mom just got zapped the last few minutes.

She had gone to your ORANGE DOT BLOG to check DOT 2 : DISTANCE ...


She remembers mentioning FLIENDS FOR LINNER somewhere in that entry.  She couldn't remember if she had uploaded that song-video in that entry.

Mom scrolled down and saw the I CAN GO THE DISTANCE video at the bottom of the entry ...

Oh well, she did not ...

She clicked on it, and noted with a grimace that the Hercules video had been blocked for COPYRIGHT reasons.

Pause ...

Yeah ...

Very irritating, all these copyright issues ...

There's just nothing right about copying, is there?

Don't worry.

She googled for another video. She would upload another one. She will not accept defeat.


Wahhh, so dramatic, Ma ... :D

Yes yes ...

She keyed in the words :

youtube i can go the distance michael bolton lyrics

This page popped up.

Mom found herself staring at the 3 videos.

Do You see what she sees?

Oh boy ...


Would You pook at the recorded length of time for the 3 videos.

Don't the numbers strike You?

They struck her.

Yup. they struck her.

All her angel signs were staring back at her in the face.

Like ...

BOOM went the thunder ... 

and ZAP, went the lightning ...

Spring time storm can be really frightening ...

(part of our Speech & Drama on Five Spring Flowers)

Yes Son, You really can go the distance.

And You have.

You used to sing this one line I CAN GO THE DISTANCE when You were first introduced to the cartoon movie HERCULES. Many times, Dad and Mom found themselves watching with a smile how You'd wait for that line, and when that part came, You'd open your mouth and sing out loud :


Mom clicked on the 3rd video ... the 4:44 video and sang along.

Sing along too, Daniel ...

You'd probably know ALL the lyrics by now ...

I have often dreamed

Of a far off place

Where a hero's welcome

Will be waiting for me

Where the crowds will cheer

When they see my face

And a voice keeps saying

This is where I'm meant to be

I will find my way
I can go the distance
I'll be there someday
If I can be strong
I know every mile
Will be worth my while
I will go most anywhere
To feel like I belong


Down an unknown road
To embrace my fate
Though that road may wander
It will lead me to you
And a thousand years
Would be worth the wait
It might take a lifetime
But somehow I'll see it through

And I won't look back

I can go the distance
And I'll stay on track
No I won't accept defeat
It's an uphill slope
But I won't lose hope
Till I go the distance
And my journey is complete
But to look beyond the glory is the hardest part
For a hero's strength is measured by his heart


Like a shooting star
I will go the distance
I will search the world
I will face its harms
I don't care how far
I can go the distance
Till I find my hero's welcome
Waiting in your arms

You would have seen your mother gasped and stopping abruptly at the line : "a thousand years."

Omg ...

A Thousand Years?

Like A THOUSAND YEARS by Christina Perri? 

The song that was brought to your mother's attention by a complete stranger on the blog?

Everything is just so connected, isn't it?

michael bolton 

Gee Son ... Even searching for an image for HERCULES, You can zap Mom.

Why, that's a HARRY PORTER slash ...

Even though it's longer than the original zig-zag mark.

Your mother remembers instantly that she had mentioned this HP slash in your Orange Dot Blog.

Yes, yes, yes ...

Everything is connected ...

Every little thing reminds Mom of You ...

Every - single - little - thing ...

How's that possible?

You must be whispering to your mother, huh ...


Hmmm, as You can see your mother has side-tracked a bit here. She was telling You about Grandma's birthday yesterday on Friday, June 1 when she first started. Will continue in a bit. Be patient. Need to get some lunch for Dad and Justine.

(continue on Call 369)