Shayne, my 15-year-old niece, is having an early black Friday.
Last night, she made Trisha cry and was slamming everything at home. The pitiful girl fell asleep hugging her pillow with remnants of tears on her cheeks.
To make the matter worst, she woke up this morning with hoarse voice because of crying for a long time.
The reason? Here…
…the N95 cell phone which made her totally freak out.
It was just the other night when Shayne was told by her dad that her mom has this new gadget. As always, Shayne wants it for herself.
For some reasons, her mom and dad didn’t give in easily this time- much to Shayne’s chagrin.
After all, there is absolutely nothing wrong with her current cell phone...
The girl is thinking that she deserves a reward for a job well-done in school this year. But, N95 series? The girl must be dreaming…
Her dad told her that she needs to earn it. How? They're still contemplating on it.
Meanwhile, the ill-tempered Shayne continue her sour mood and I opt to be in the safe side by staying quiet so as to avoid a total chaos at home…may I have enough patience to endure her tantrums this time.
This will be my own cross for the Lenten Season.
Friday, March 14, 2008
In observance of the Lenten Season, let me share with you this wonderful poem I have received from a friend...
I knelt to pray but not for long, I had too much to do.
I had to hurry and get to work for bills would soon be due.
So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,
And jumped up off my knees
My Christian duty was now done
My soul could rest at ease.
All day long I had no time
To spread a word of cheer.
No time to speak of Christ to friends,
They'd laugh at me I'd fear.
No time, no time, too much to do,
That was my constant cry,
No time to give to souls in need.
But at last the time, the time to die.
I went before the Lord,
I came, I stood with downcast eyes.
For in his hands God held a book;
It was the book of life.
God looked into his book and said
Your name I cannot find.
I once was going to write it down...
But never found the time.