Sunday, February 25, 2007

Hero

Children who adores their parents would definitely say they are the best among the very best.
I am one of them. Unfortunately my father passed away when I was 19. All I remembered was that he was the greatest man I have ever met. He was an awesome carpenter, green fingered gardener, very organized, well spoken, well traveled and extremely smart.

I adored him so much that I hated the days I had to wear skirts. I was not happy when I could not fit into the only shoes that was the same brand as my dad's. I pained me when he showed how much he dislike my favourite Teddy Bear (I guess it was because it was not from him).

As much as I want to be like him and have all his traits, I am none of those. I know I have his sense of humour and unfortunately his temper.

Recently I found out that dad never ill- spoke of anyone. No matter how bad he was affected, he never, never, never ill spoke of anyone. He was a kind hearted man and was liked by all his friends.

I met a man who was working with my dad. When he found out that I am my dad's daughter he was thrilled. From being unfriendly he turned to be very talkative. It sadden him when he found out that dad had passed away. I can't remember much about the conversation I had but I remembered what he had said about my dad repeatedly... " your father was a very nice man who enjoyed eating " I also found out that my dad made long trips for food.

So, yeah I got that too, the love for food....

Well just be it. Not an awesome carpenter, not a green fingered gardener, not very organized, not well spoken and not extremely smart. I just wish to be remembered as how my dad is remembered. A nice person who never ill spoke of anyone... and maybe a person who enjoyed food as well.

Friday, February 23, 2007

just because

Just because everyone is doing it, doesn't mean it's right....

there.... that covers a lot on what I have to say today.

Good day to all....

Thursday, February 15, 2007

faith

she said no obligations. buy, only if you are going or if your friends are going... well, i was going that evening. i took the details. green and not more than rm30.

i got what she wanted. i got what i wanted but what i did not get was a solid 2 hours rest before the journey home. we stopped shopping at 4pm. at 5pm there wasn't any sign of us getting back. it was getting colder and darker. by 5.30pm everyone was restless. we should get back to the hotel at least by 7pm, i thought. no decent shower but we 'll at least make it for the flight home. 5.45pm, i query for another option back even if it will cost me a bomb. quite strangely, i was not worried... i have faith. 6pm we managed to struggle in a cramped van back to the hotel. journey was long. the traffic was horrendous. i managed a nap.

7pm, we were in front of the hotel. got in the room to find a message that the flight was delayed. which means a decent shower, ample time to pack and sitting comfortably drinking two cups of coffee.

see, i told you i have faith.... because just before i left, i asked her to pray that the journey to get the rm30 saree would not be difficult.

even the journey home was not difficult as i had suspected, i knew she already prayed for an easy journey for me all the way there and back home..

Thursday, February 01, 2007

Stress vs unfriendly

He asked me why I looked stressed. I said that I was not stressed. He disagreed and was trying to convince me that I looked stressed. I said that maybe without realizing I do look stressed but honestly I was not stressed. Maybe the reason as to why I looked stressed was because I am not friendly. Not anymore.

He looked puzzled and asked me why. I said one can be friendly and nice but I have chosen to be nice but not friendly. I explained that it is sometimes not worth it being friendly to your colleagues especially when you can consider them as your subordinates. He said he understood. I hope he was telling me the truth.

Simon sent me an e mail today. It said "always keep people in your life that charge your battery, not those who will drain it"

Well my dear colleague who was concern of the look on my face, I wished I had read Simon's mail earlier. Maybe it would explained better.