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I wont even begin to pretend to know even the basics of the the whole.. thing. what little i know about it, is just from the little experiece i have. from what i've been through, and what i think im going through now. so forgive me if i sound totally ridiculous. This is a rant about love.
i had a short conversation with a cabby on the way back from school not too long ago. if you guys watch heroes, this particular cab driver was not very much different from a certain.. "Mohinder Suresh" in the show.
he sounded.. educated. (no offence to cabbies mind you) educated in a way where he could be a professor someplace else ya noe? but there he was, driving a cab. so u can imagine my surprise when he first spoke.
"whats the secret to mastering maths?" that's the first question he asked me. -.- lol. i replied the only appropiate answer:
"huh?"
the rest of the conversation was a lil more interesting. -.- lol. when i finally got to answering it, (my answer was practice) he then asked me if foundations in math were important, and if it was better to learn the difficult stuff first or not.
thought to myself then - either this guy was really interested in math, or he was testing me. lol.
i was wrong on both counts, coz following that he apologised for asking so much, and explained that his son (a sec1 kid) wasn't doing too well in math in school, and that he (the cabbie) was making it a point to ask every student that took his cab for advice, so he could bring whatever he could back home to help his son.
wow. lol. gave all the advice i could, told him about the struggles i had with math and even went as far as to introduce him to mavis (my tuition centre back in secSch). lol, and for that? he was nice enough to give me 2bucks off the meter.
=P but that isnt the point, the point was how the cabby did things like that for his son. how a father, seemingly educated, would forgo his pride to drive a cab, would go through so much asking strangers weird questions just to help his son with a subject he was weaker in (his son wasnt even failing math yet).
it got me thinking, about how strong parents' love for their children is.
they nag, the scold, they nag, and are a pain in the neck at most times, but take a moment to think about this; how many people actually love you more than your parents do? sure, they do all that irritating stuff, but how often is it that it isnt for our "own good"?
they're the ones that brought us up to be who we are today,
they're the ones who kept us safe,
they're the ones who'll still love us no matter how rude we are to them,
they're the ones who'll still love us no matter our social status outside,
they're the ones we can turn to no matter what,
they're the ones who really love us for who we are,
they're the ones who'll do anything for us,
oh, and they're the ones who give us our money. =D
lol, and i bet you guys can add loads of stuff to that list. i dont know about the rest of you, but personally, i feel i couldnt have been brought up a better way. my dad and mum (thought i hate to admit it -.-) have been there for me every step of the way, guiding me through life, giving me the extra nudge i need to keep me going, all the while constantly trying to mould me into someone that'll be greater than they ever were.
of course they nag, alot, they scold, they give me curfew. -.- but where else can u find love as pure as that? whatever the case, i've begun to realise how parents rock. though we may no show it, im sure deep down we love them back as much as they do. right guys? =P
here's a lil smth from celia's blog several months back..for the mum's out there. =)
A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?"
"Because I'm a woman,"she told him.
"I don't understand," he said.
His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will."
Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"
"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.
The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.
Finally he put in a call to God.
When God got on the phone, he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"
God said:"When I made the woman she had to be special.
I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort. I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.
I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.
I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.
I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart. I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.
And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed."
"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides." happy birthday mummy dearest. =)
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LOL. OK NO. -.-
ok but yah. but i really actually love candy floss.
People call me tom (which happens to be my name) and everytime i speak chinese a little cute sheep on the other side of the world burns and dies in agony. I love soggy cabage cereal and suck at writing profiles. so just click your way away from this page and make sure you leave a tag after each visit to my21grams. Enjoy. =)
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I wont even begin to pretend to know even the basics of the the whole.. thing. what little i know about it, is just from the little experiece i have. from what i've been through, and what i think im going through now. so forgive me if i sound totally ridiculous. This is a rant about love.
i had a short conversation with a cabby on the way back from school not too long ago. if you guys watch heroes, this particular cab driver was not very much different from a certain.. "Mohinder Suresh" in the show.
he sounded.. educated. (no offence to cabbies mind you) educated in a way where he could be a professor someplace else ya noe? but there he was, driving a cab. so u can imagine my surprise when he first spoke.
"whats the secret to mastering maths?" that's the first question he asked me. -.- lol. i replied the only appropiate answer:
"huh?"
the rest of the conversation was a lil more interesting. -.- lol. when i finally got to answering it, (my answer was practice) he then asked me if foundations in math were important, and if it was better to learn the difficult stuff first or not.
thought to myself then - either this guy was really interested in math, or he was testing me. lol.
i was wrong on both counts, coz following that he apologised for asking so much, and explained that his son (a sec1 kid) wasn't doing too well in math in school, and that he (the cabbie) was making it a point to ask every student that took his cab for advice, so he could bring whatever he could back home to help his son.
wow. lol. gave all the advice i could, told him about the struggles i had with math and even went as far as to introduce him to mavis (my tuition centre back in secSch). lol, and for that? he was nice enough to give me 2bucks off the meter.
=P but that isnt the point, the point was how the cabby did things like that for his son. how a father, seemingly educated, would forgo his pride to drive a cab, would go through so much asking strangers weird questions just to help his son with a subject he was weaker in (his son wasnt even failing math yet).
it got me thinking, about how strong parents' love for their children is.
they nag, the scold, they nag, and are a pain in the neck at most times, but take a moment to think about this; how many people actually love you more than your parents do? sure, they do all that irritating stuff, but how often is it that it isnt for our "own good"?
they're the ones that brought us up to be who we are today,
they're the ones who kept us safe,
they're the ones who'll still love us no matter how rude we are to them,
they're the ones who'll still love us no matter our social status outside,
they're the ones we can turn to no matter what,
they're the ones who really love us for who we are,
they're the ones who'll do anything for us,
oh, and they're the ones who give us our money. =D
lol, and i bet you guys can add loads of stuff to that list. i dont know about the rest of you, but personally, i feel i couldnt have been brought up a better way. my dad and mum (thought i hate to admit it -.-) have been there for me every step of the way, guiding me through life, giving me the extra nudge i need to keep me going, all the while constantly trying to mould me into someone that'll be greater than they ever were.
of course they nag, alot, they scold, they give me curfew. -.- but where else can u find love as pure as that? whatever the case, i've begun to realise how parents rock. though we may no show it, im sure deep down we love them back as much as they do. right guys? =P
here's a lil smth from celia's blog several months back..for the mum's out there. =)
A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?"
"Because I'm a woman,"she told him.
"I don't understand," he said.
His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will."
Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"
"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.
The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.
Finally he put in a call to God.
When God got on the phone, he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"
God said:"When I made the woman she had to be special.
I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort. I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.
I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.
I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.
I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart. I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.
And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed."
"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides." happy birthday mummy dearest. =)
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