March 27, 2013

A Whole Lot of Numbers

Yesterday we went in 500 Shaw to inquire for summer activities that my kids might enroll.  Inside the Singapore Math room there was this cute little boy tracing the number 4.

Me: Hi! I'm Joy
Him: Hello! I'm Jay.
Me: Hi Jay! I like your name, we almost have the same name, Joy and Jay.
Him: No, it's Cley!
Me: Wow, I still like your name! It reminds me of my friend I haven't seen for long.
Him: No, its Ray (medyo inis na sya)
Me: Oh, okay, it's Ray.

The teacher butt-in.

Teacher: Mommy it's Trey.
Me: Ahh, Trey! I'm so happy to meet you, Trey.
Trey: I'm five years old.
Me: I'm 39 years old (proud and happy!).
Trey: Oh, that's a lot of numbers! A whole lot of numbers. That's a very far, far numbers.
Me: Really? Is it really a whole lot of numbers?
Trey: Oh, yes!

Some people prefer not to divulge their age but not me. I'm always proud to say my age because age  brings maturity and every added year means added learning and experiences. I don't feel too concerned about getting old for it is an art that enables a person to really know thy self. As one progresses through life he or she becomes more emotionally, socially and physically savvy thus producing a more confident and a happy person like me. Cheers to getting older!

The age of a woman doesn't mean a thing.
The best tunes are played on the oldest fiddles.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Age does not protect you from love.
But love, to some extent, protects you from age.
- Anais Nin

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