On being a good son (or daughter).

Its hard, especially in an Asian context to be a good son. Period. Why? Too many reasons. I'll pick out a few main ones for you.

Parents in Asia still think what happened in their era is still relevant to what is happening in the lives of their children now. Why is it so hard for the older generation and the younger generation to communicate? Simple. The times have changed. Yes its true that we the younger ones should be nice and try to accommodate our elders but why sculpture ourselves to something out-dated? But we still do. Its culture.

Next is respect. Parents in Asia usually demand and not earn respect. They feel that bringing you into the world id cause for respect enough. But which baby will remember that? All the so called pain and suffering? It what you do in the present day that matters. Yes there are parents that has the admiration of all their children, I tip my hat to that chosen few, but most of the time the case is this, "I am your Mom/Dad. Respect me and do what I tell you to". Sound familiar?

Parental ego. Now this hurts. Let me speak from personal experience. My parents, namingly my Mom, never admits she's wrong, hardly says she’s sorry, and always thinks she's right (and often times, she is dead wrong). How would you expect a child to learn forgiveness? How is a parent to gain respect if this was the case? But yet we try to accept what we can as children. Obedience is a big word.

Just know this, blind obedience is destructive.

Amongst the three stars,

That shine so bright,

To each a prayer I say,

As each of them fade from sight,

To the first star I say,

I pray that she stays happy,

I pray you keep her safe,

As we go on our own way,

To the second star I say,

That you give her success,

That you give her ideas,

So the world she'd impress,

To the third star I say,

That you remind her always,

That My love for her runs deep,

Till the time again we meet,

She will stay my love.

There was once a boy, who knew nothing of the world. He was innocent and had a sense of what was right and what was wrong and he wanted to live right.

There was a long road before him. A wide long road called 'Life'. On this road he met a group of young men and very soon he had his first bunch of friends. They had thier laughs and companionship along the way but very soon the road called 'Life' provided a tall obstacle which the couldn't go around. The boy was asked by the young men to help hoist them up over the obstacle after which they would later pull him over. So the young boy did as he was told but the young men left him and continued on their way. He was introduced to treachery and he was saddened by it.

So he toiled and toiled and soon after the got pass the obstacle. So his journey continued. Along the way me met a soldier, a lawyer and a policeman. He was introduced to valor, justice and bravery but he also saw death, deceit and corruption and this saddened him.

Soon he turned to religous leaders. He was deeply saddened when all he was to discover in religion was violence, hypocracy and nothingness. He saw holy men partaking in unholy practices and he was disgusted.

At this point he was sick and tired of good for all he could see is evil within this world. He started to live for himself. He scratched, he stabbed, he did anything he could to reach the top and he did eventually.

Now he was old, he was rich, he was famous but he was not happy. One day as he was approached by a hooded figure and the road which he stood on disappeared and he saw flames. He knew his time was up. Be for his total decend into darkness he saw a small gate with a small sign leading to a small and narrow path. The sign read, "Everyone on the road you are currently on is doomed including yourself. Step this way before its too late". The boy who is now an elderly man laughed and laughed... as he DIED....

In my quest in achiving my past fitness level, I have reawakened memories of past high school valor on the basketball court. Although no where near the strength, stamina or skill level that I had while I was in high school, I feel that the drive to play basketball has finally returned. Although showing glimpses of past glory, i need to achive 60% of my past game, goal for this month. Plus the fact that I have put on pounds drives me even more.

On to other happy sports happenings. Happy 20th anniversary Sir Alex Ferguson. Rooney is back to his scoring ways and Man Utd is playing great football. Added bonuses is that Chelsea lost to the Spurs! Bring out the alcohol! Going in to next week Man Utd have 3 points + goal difference to bounce back on should they lose to the Blues. But I predict a 2-0 win to Man Utd! Glory Glory Man Utd!

To the NBA! Sour note for the defending champines to start on, losing by 40 points in their 1st game, against the bulls no less. Still I predict a repeat this year. The heat to win the c'ship this year again. But in this game anything can happen. Well thats all now.

Mr.Haze is still around and he seems to be stronger than ever. I'm feeling a little under the weather. But thats just the bad news. On Saturday I was invited to a party by Aunty Sylvia(Iain's mom). These are some pictures from that night. For those of you who missed it... your loss. Ha ha ha..





Our very own celebrity!



The highlight of the night. The I-MAC! It has to be one of the best gaming PC's ever!



don't believe me? Look at the crowd it gathered!



Just joking. They were watching the Lang Tengah video.

Well I'd like to thank the Low's for the hospitality. Till the next time...

Haze? Haze!? HAZE!!!! Yes ladies and gentlemen, the haze is back. I wonder what happened this time. Its pretty bad. Can't see much of the sky during the day. Breathing is another problem. The air is stuffed with smoke and the hot weather does not help.

Well my interning days in Xfresh has just started. It been very educational so far. So guys go and check the site out. If you think it was lame... Man you're wrong. Check it out, future events with great prizes just round the corner.Xfresh

Well I attended my uncle's 52nd birthday 2 nights ago and to me it was and eye opening experience for me.

First of all an introduction to my uncle. Now he isn't the kinda uncle to give lots of good advice. In fact he curses a lot, full of himself, pretty much someone whom your mom wouldn't want you hanging with if he was your peer. I've accepted that fact. However the recent events have opened my eyes a little more.

He has some of the freakiest siblings. Now have you ever seen siblings or relatives not recognize each other? That happened at the party. Some of the comment that were made were just down right arrogant and rude. If you made that remark at my family's get together you would be shot, literally.

Next is the comparing of thier sons and daughters to see who out does the other. "My son is in the UK" or "My daughter is married to some white guy" or the best one I've heard so far, "My son's golf coach says he has the making to be the next Tiger Woods". At this point I was trying hard not to laugh. Thank God my cousin hasn't turned into the monster arrogance, not yet, at least.

I left the party earlier than intended. Foosball never sounded so appealing...

Its obvious that life, more often than not is in fact, unpredictable and subjected to many changes. My life has been plagued by changes, some good, some bad, all eye-opening.

It becomes clear to me that the human heart is fickle and prone to disappoint. But it is also strong, loving, and even in some even dependable. This might be the reason that humans are often said to be an enigma. Literature titles that involves a deep understanding of the human heart and mind often times leave you with more questions than answers. Don't understand what I'm talking about? Look up any of Shakespeare's work and work form there.

The heart can cause you to excel againts the worst possible odds, to crumble under the slightest pressure. To make you a loyal friend and then call you for the backstabber you are. To make something so wrong feel so right, ther heart makes a forbidden fruit so enticing. The power of the human heart is great.

If its so powerful, why is it so prone to breaking?