Hopefully it isn’t too late for me to compile these awesome quotes together like I did for Mother’s Day…
He didn’t tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it. ~ Clarence Budington Kelland
When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished at how much he had learned in seven years. ~ Mark Twain
Dad, you’re someone to look up to no matter how tall I’ve grown. ~ Author Unknown
None of you can ever be proud enough of being the child of such a Father who has not his equal in this world – so great, so good, so faultless. Try, all of you, to follow in his footsteps and don’t be discouraged, for to be really in everything like him none of you, I am sure, will ever be. Try, therefore, to be like him in some points, and you will have acquired a great deal. ~ Queen Victoria of England
By the time a man realizes that maybe his father was right, he usually has a son who thinks he’s wrong. ~ Charles Wadsworth
One night a father overheard his son pray: Dear God, Make me the kind of man my Daddy is. Later that night, the Father prayed, Dear God, Make me the kind of man my son wants me to be. ~ Anonymous
It is impossible to please all the world and one’s father. ~ Jean de La Fontaine
In the meantime, I shall quote my mother as a
depressing melancholy parting…
Remembering the fatherless, and The Perfect Father who takes care of them all.
Happy Father’s Day.
Standing at 3500 feet above sea level, I gaze down upon the lavish greenery and looked across at all the other mountains. No longer tormented by a fear of heights, I find myself actually enjoying the view. It’s really beautiful. It’s so easy to forget yourself and everything else when you’re surrounded by nature, really. Especially when it’s so rare now.
As we hike back down the mountain, I think about how nice it would be if a lot of the country was still full of lush greens (well, maybe minus the insects). We get into the car and drive all the way down.
Much later, we reach the city and in an instant it’s like we’re in a different realm. Everyone honks, swerves, cuts into lanes and we’re thrown off guard by the mentality of the drivers. When we get to our service apartment and I glance out the window I’m greeted by a – and this is an understatement – hideous view of strewn trash and hazy skies. Everything else that could have been seen is blocked by skyscrapers; countless buildings that seem to only be competing with each other to see who can reach the heavens first.
After the breathtaking landscape from the top of the mountain, I’m not so sure if I can get used to this.
What if, one day, I trek back up the mountain (if it’s still there, that is) and look down and all I see are buildings and haze and cars and highways? Won’t it be a sorry thing for everyone else? Or maybe some people won’t even have gotten the chance to witness the beauty of the real natural environment (redundant, I know!).
Well, all I can say is, I shall cherish nature while I can! =D
Don’t laugh. I know it sounds like a weird title. And no, I’m not talking about the ‘blur’ girls in my class, nor the overly slow drivers that cause me to be late for morning duty, or a particular sense of fashion that is, well, not very fashionable.
I’m actually referring to the Malaysian culture of calling our friends’ moms “auntie”, and their dads, “uncle”. Especially among us kids, we have to call everybody we see who are old enough to be our own parents “auntie” or “uncle”, as a sign of respect or something.
I’ve drawn many a curious glance from adults and I’ve freaked out their kids when I go into calling everybody “ma’am” or “sir”. I don’t know, it’s just something I grew up with. To me, “auntie” is reserved for my mom’s sister, thanks. These “auntie/uncle” titles to me mean a more intimate thing, not for parents of my teenage friends who I barely know. It’s still a huge struggle for me to call my best friend’s mom “auntie”. I feel so awkward saying it.
So next time I call your mom “ma’am”, please excuse me. I’m just being very polite and formal, and being comfortable with myself. Or something like that.
Recently, I read an article in the newspaper about not allowing colour blind motorists to drive on the road because they won’t be able to see the changing colour of the traffic light. I find this very wrong. And I know what I’m talking about; I’m colour deficient. So I speak for all of us offended ones who see the world in dull shades.
When you’re born with a condition, you learn to deal with it, really. Simple as that. We grow up, somebody along the way is going to tell us that red is the light on top, and green the one at the bottom. Really. If no one tells us, we find out on our own. It’s just a way of learning to adapt, till it becomes so natural. Like, if you’re born with one leg, you’ve lived all your life like that, so even if it isn’t easy all the time, you can cope better than others. You adapt.
And yes, we can tell when the light changes colour, thanks very much. The light shines, and we can’t help but notice that. Not many people, even ophthalmologists, know much about colour blindness. Fact is, those Ishihara tests (the one where they make you tell them what number is in the circle) don’t work too well because even if we can’t see the colours properly, there is a difference in brightness and we detect that.
So, guys, next time you see anyone run a red light, don’t put it as colour blindness. That person is either just a reckless rule-breaker… or just plain ignorant. 😉
Recently, a friend of mine came up to me and started shaking me hysterically, telling me that she had been assigned an essay on her ambitions but she was torn between two choices, one being the more practical, the other involving being in the limelight. After trying (and failing miserably) to calm her down, I decided to try to figure out my own tangled ambitions.
One thing was sure, though, and that thing is MUSIC, the downright most important thing in my entire life. Definitely through piano, singing, guitar and song composition, I would get in to a Uni of Music. No doubt on that part of my dream. Although I enjoy performing and being the centre of attention at times, I would rather have a behind-the-scenes job than being the frontman, so I’d probably go into music production.
Aside from that, I have open options in a tangled up web. Like, I enjoy working with special kids. Strange as it may seem, while I am fitted with an atrociously short fuse, I seem to have infinite patience when it comes to these extraordinary children.
And I am forever working on a book of mine which I hope to publish after PMR too, since writing was my “first love”.
I think I’ll leave it at that for now, and wait till I’m older, then go wherever the wind take me. =)
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