Time spent with dad

Time spent with dad

It has only been 9 days since exams got over, and I feel extremely bored. In the past 9 days, I have indulged in a few tubs of ice cream all by myself, arranged my books about 75 times , played about 576 tunes on my guitar, slept for more than 12 hours a day, watched 24 episodes of "The OC", made 7 power point presentations for fun, watched all the movies that I missed during exams ( A series of unfortunate events, hitch, the English patient, be cool, etc...), caught the primere of "War of the Worlds" on the first day of release not to mention excellent seats from advanced bookings, played "Cat Woman" at a movie character walkabout, ate waffles with my cousins, browsed through the classifieds, and spent quite a bit of time with my dear dad.

I never realized how much fun time spent with dad could be. When I was doing my A-levels, I pretty much crowded my life style with books, college, hanging with friends, getting my car fixed, etc... I was always out of the house. The only time I did see my dad would be in the morning, when he would be drinking his black coffee in front of the TV watching market shares on CNBC, or during lunch when we would have a quiet lunch, just the two of us. Those little moments was enough for me to call time spent with dad. However in this past 9 days, I spent more time than I usually did with him. He isnt well, and has been instructed to take strict leave for about 3 weeks. He sits mostly in front of the tv either watching a movie, wimbeldon, news, or searching for his missing DVDs.

We went down to Hartamas Shopping Centre and did a bit of shopping. Shopping with dad meant gadget shopping. All electronic goods, plasma screen TVs, Hi-fi systems, notebooks, hand phones, digital video cameras, kitchen goods(where we bought a toaster), etc... As a bonus, we hit times bookstore, where I had dad searching for the newspaper and after he found that the newspapers were sold out, he tried desperately to pull me out of the literature section where I was totally lost in the books. The only way to pull me out of the section was to get me a few books which he did. I have something to read now, Women in Love by D.H. Lawrence. *Sigh*
there is nothing better than burying yourself in a book, except ice cream off course.

We had spent a whole 2 hours in the mall. Yesterday, I drove him to bangsar where we bought dinner, and 11 DVD's to keep dad occupied. The roads were a little jammed, as I squeezed the steering wheel tighter, knowing that this is one one the few times where dad has sat in a car which I was driving. All the anxiety, not wanting to make a mistake. I had to live up to his standards, his expectations, and that meant good driving, skilled. In the end, he never commented, so I take it that either it wasnt bad driving, or he just couldnt be bothered on how I drove. Perhaps something else was playing in his mind.

There is so many things I want to talk to dad about. My view of the world, how things work, my hopes, dreams and maybe even my love life. 3 weeks may seem like a short time, but I'll use every minute I have. Besides, I will be working with dad handling legal matters ( at least learning about it) starting next week for about 3 months. So looks like I do have more time. Ah, skip it, I just love spending time with my dad!

What is love?

What is love?

Love is blind ~anon

God is love ~ 1 John 4:16

Love is a fruit of all seasons, and within reach of every hand ~Mother Teresa

Love is not what we become, but what we already are ~ Stephen Levine

Love is an extremely difficult realisation that something other than oneself is real ~ Iris Murdoch

The opposite of love is not hate, but indifference ~Elie Wiesel

Love sees through a telescope, not a microscope ~anon

Love is patient, love is kind, love is not envious, or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way, it is not irritable, or resentful, it does not rejoice in wrong doing, but rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, hopes all things, and endures all things ~ 1 Corinthians 13:4-7


Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two ~ Captain Corelli's Mandolin

The purest love of all if when you do not expect the object of your love to love you back. If they do, it’s a bonus, but when you expect it, it cheapens love ~ Arvind Patmarajah

Love is...Inhaling deepYour fresh smell,Holding you closeTo my chest,Knowing alwaysThat you will be there...~ Obukwor E. Bigjoe

Love is a strong word, you only say it to those who are most important and influencial in your life ~Heather Hoskins

Love, like a river, will cut a new path whenever it meets an obstacle ~ Dj Roberts

Love is like a grocery store, you don't know which one to choose ~Ruhi

Love is truly sacrificing oneself for a cause that can blind you cause of how strong it is ~ Rafiki

Love knows no reasons. Love knows no lies. Love defies all reasons. Love has no eyes. Love is not blind; it sees but it doesn't mind. Love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation. Love is so easy to feel, so hard to explain; easy to get, so hard to let go; easy to spell, so hard to define ~ Miss Ely

Love is sublime wish,Don't aflame it ~ L.G.Vaidyanathan

You can lead a heart to love but you can't make it fall ~ anon

Come on time to fill in the blanks with your view

Love is......

Drinks-mixed

Drinks-mixed

Water, wine
Vodka lime
We sit and drink at night

Vanilla coke
Gin and juice
Night prolongs its stay

Tequilla shots
and margaritas
talks the night away

Whiskey, shandy
Rum and brandy
holds what is left of the night

Mix the drinks
mix and drink
and we will drink the night away...

Much more today

Much more today

I love you very much more today,
I wonder why not yesterday
When I felt you in my sleep,
in my dreams, I hope to keep.

I love you very much more today,
I wonder why not last month in may,
When the flowers start to bloom.
Your love would take away the gloom.

Yet I love you very much more today,
I wonder why today I feel this way,
When a day is just another day,
Why not love you much more another day.

I stab like a serial killer

I stab like a serial killer

I hurt someone.

I hurt a couple of them.

It wasnt supposed to be this way...

I know I am in the grave wrong,

yet I know even if it did not turn out the way it did,
It was his plan...

Sometimes there is too much on my mind,
and I stab...

My stab is like one of a serial killer,
it leaves behind a trademark,
that is so difficult to wash away...

Yet I stabbed him...

I stabbed her...

and now it is as if I have stabbed myself,
in hurt and pain...

Does a serial killer feel the pain of the one he stabs?

My stab lingers in the night,
and rest itself upon the heart,
almost forever...

Wisdom hurts

Wisdom hurts

Im sitting here sulking. It is so painful. My wisdom tooth is finally showing. I can see a quater of teeth forming at the back of my jaw. It is so painful!!! Does this mean I am wiser? So being wise hurts huh? ouch.... snif* sob*snif* ;(

worst time to go get wiser during my exams, the pain...oh well... this is life!

Im Wiser not older...hehehe...

To water

To water

O water! Thou art deceiving
from your gentle flow
to the streams of your undying
existance thats fights tomorrow.

I stand, and you cover my body
with your clean, mineralised, firm hands
hands that work its way
from my head downwards-where it lands

at my feet, now cold
with your presence, so alive.
You are clean, but you mold
fresh stains that in me dive

deceiveing me into believing
how pure and chaste you are.
The word goes, "shower, its relaxing"
yet it brings much affair.

I wonder how you always
deceive me into believing
that alls fine, and my ways
are good in absorbing

isolated coldness, bringing sorrow
yet no matter how much you stain me
I will return to you tomorrow
to be decieved again- but thats how it is.