Sunday, August 31, 2008
I believe in the upbringing of kids, we've gotta be truthful and models to them, hence, if we were to deny the rights for the homos to adopt, then we're implying that there's something wrong with them, which there isn't! And we obviously can't be hypocrites, saying that there's nothing wrong with being homo but then not treating them as equals, what kind of parents are we then?
Maybe some people fear that the adopted child would be induced to the homo side of sexuality but i don't think the homo arents would do this to their adoted child. they already know how hard the life of a homo is, why would they want their child to suffer?
Maybe some fear that the adopted would be laughed at by their eers. Well, I'm always for the saying that what can't kill you will only make you stronger. And it's kind of good too, in the sense that the adopted would grow up faster and learn about the existence of prejudices in this world and thus grow up to be a more sensitive soul.
To have another language is to possess a second soul.
Hmm... a very interesting quote. Another language, another culture, another understanding, another perspective. But why learn another when one hasn't even mastered one? But when will we ever completely master a language? Least I know my english isn't good enough for me to try another language. My vocab sux, see, I couldn't even come up with a better word other than sux.
By swallowing evil words unsaid, no one has ever harmed his stomach.
Churchill is cetarinly one witty old fella.
From now on, ending a sentence with a preposition is something up with which I will not put.
Even if you do learn to speak correct English, whom are you going to speak it to?
I like this, command of language is like another weapon or armory for the so called 'minds' to distinguish themselves from the mediocore, brawls, brutes, peasants etc. which brings me to a quote of my 0wn, yeah,
"Never forget the first principle of communication, to get your message across." ~~ me
Hmm... Doesn't sound or feel very good, needs improving, but I'll just leave it like this for now.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Nothing keeps me up at night
I toss and turn over nothing
Nothing could cause a great big fight
Hmmm... funnily enough, this reminds me of the nothing in the never never ever ending story, which was a favorite of mine when I was a kid. Some of my friends would point out that there is a grammatical error in the previous sentence saying that it should be in present tense instead of the past.
Could love be too much at times, to the extent of smothering one's partner till he/she could hardly breathe?
I believe so. But that my friend, I would define as immature love, that it isn't love for one's other half but rather too much love for oneself. Loving too much is merely a misconception. It's not love, it's need. Is it confusing? I find it hard to put in words and right now, I'm so lazy to word all these because it's in the noon and who can think right in the day.
Friday, August 22, 2008
You know that stuff about original sin in christanity? That Adam and Eve know no shame till they were tempted by the crafty serpent and ate the fruit of good and evil. I’ve always wondered and pondered about that. You see, children have no sense of shame at all, and I mean it in the good way. When they were born, they were not ashamed to be naked. It was after we taught them that it is not ‘right’, whatever that means to be ‘right’, (perhaps the meaning of right is majority, because 85% of the population in the world are right handers), that the children then learn to be ashamed of this own nakedness.
Now, you see, in christanity, we were born sinners, or we are? (My grammar SUX!) If sin was passed on, we ought to be born ashamed of our own nakedness as well since the sin is the possession of the ‘wisdom’ or ‘knowledge’. But the fact is, we aren’t.
Which reminds me of another thought often swimming and floundering in my head, that we always modify things to suit our theory. For instance, in animal farm, the pigs keep changing the rules for their own benefit. In science, as students, we all like to give excuses to fit our theories, because if our theory or hypothesis is wrong, then we'd be back at square one. Which is what Richard Feynmann excactly warned us against, the world is as it should be, no anyone is to say it should work this way or that. In religion, for instance christanity, you see so many different branches or versions with different rules. Maybe I'm the one that is modifying things to suit my own theory, but whatever, we people are always biased no matter how we claim not to be. (modifying things? sounds so weird, damn, I can;t express myself right)
Thursday, August 14, 2008
A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, “What does love mean?”
“Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.” Chrissy -age 6
“Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss” Emily - age 8
“I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.” Lauren - age 4
You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.” Jessica - age 8
nd the final one — Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child. The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbour was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman’s yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbour, the little boy said, “Nothing, I just helped him cry.”
There is this creature, with plenty of hair at the front, and none at the back. The hair at the front is so thick and dense that one can't really see how it looks like. So one will strain and try to catch a glimpse of the creature's looks because we are fear what we do not know. By the time we've got a clear look of this creature, it has already passed us and when we want to catch it, we wouldn't be able to do so because it has no hair at its back.
The name of this creature is opportunity.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
“The thing that is really hard, and really amazing, is giving up on being perfect and beginning the work of becoming yourself.” tealblueIs Anna Quindlen quotes
“This is the very perfection of a man, to find out his own imperfections.” Saint Augustine
“They say that nobody is perfect. Then they tell you practice makes perfect. I wish they'd make up their minds.” Winston Churchill
“A beautiful thing is never perfect.”
“The artist who aims at perfection in everything achieves it in nothing.” Eugene Delacroix
“People throw away what they could have by insisting on perfection, which they cannot have, and looking for it where they will never find it” Edith Schaeffer
I believe we all know that the little eyes are constantly on us, that what we do is a million times more important than what we preach to them. How are we supposed to face them and answer them if they were to question us on this incident? Do we say, oh, it's because the angel with a voice is not pretty enough to be able to stand on stage singing and so we chose a pretty little girl to act as if she was the one singing?
Olympics isn't about perfection! It's about us striving to reach a stage of perfection, it's about overcoming our imperfections be it physical or pyschological. In the latter, we have failed. We have failed to embrace imperfection, we choose rather to foster an image of false perfection. This is no different from an athelete taking contraband substances to execute the perfect performance.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
“Your father’s right,” she said. “Mockingbirds don’t do one thing but make music for us to enjoy . . . but sing their hearts out for us. That’s why it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.”
You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view . . . until you climb into his skin and walk around in it.
They're certainly entitled to think that, and they're entitled to full respect for their opinions... but before I can live with other folks I've got to live with myself. The one thing that doesn't abide by majority rule is a person's conscience. ~Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird, Chapter 11, spoken by the character Atticus
So it took an eight-year-old child to bring 'em to their senses.... That proves something - that a gang of wild animals can be stopped, simply because they're still human. Hmp, maybe we need a police force of children. ~Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird, Chapter 16, spoken by the character Atticus
"I think I'll be a clown when I get grown," said Dill. "Yes, sir, a clown.... There ain't one thing in this world I can do about folks except laugh, so I'm gonna join the circus and laugh my head off." "You got it backwards, Dill," said Jem. "Clowns are sad, it's folks that laugh at them." "Well, I'm gonna be a new kind of clown. I'm gonna stand in the middle of the ring and laugh at the folks." ~Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird, Chapter 22, I think Dill is playing the part of Truman Capote here
The one place where a man ought to get a square deal is in a courtroom, be he any color of the rainbow, but people have a way of carrying their resentments right into a jury box. As you grow older, you'll see white men cheat black men every day of your life, but let me tell you something and don't you forget it - whenever a white man does that to a black man, no matter who he is, how rich he is, or how fine a family he comes from, that white man is trash. ~Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird, Chapter 23, spoken by the character Atticus
I think there's just one kind of folks. Folks. ~Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird, Chapter 23, spoken by the character Scout
The sixth grade seemed to please him from the beginning: he went through a brief Egyptian Period that baffled me - he tried to walk flat a great deal, sticking one arm in front of him and one in back of him, putting one foot behind the other. He declared Egyptians walked that way; I said if they did I didn't see how they got anything done, but Jem said they accomplished more than the Americans ever did, they invented toilet paper and perpetual embalming, and asked where would we be today if they hadn't? Atticus told me to delete the adjectives and I'd have the facts. ~Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird, Chapter 7
When a child asks you something, answer him, for goodness' sake. But don't make a production of it. Children are children, but they can spot an evasion quicker than adults, and evasion simply muddles 'em. ~Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird, Chapter 9, spoken by the character Atticus
Bad language is a stage all children go through, and it dies with time when they learn they're not attracting attention with it. ~Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird, Chapter 9, spoken by the character Atticus
It's a great book, and what makes it so endearing is that the narrator is just a little girl and we get to see the characters and events through her point of view. I think the author chose the little girl as her narrator simply because children are the most 'unbiased' I guessed, why she chose a girl and not a boy might be because the author's a lady and could write more realistically, least that's what I think.
It's a great book for parents as well as Atticus is a really great father and man. He knows that actions speak louder than words and hence he tries to be a role model for his children. He treats his children with respect and trusts them as well, which reminds me of another book, toto-chan, the girl by the window which is also a great book.
not that he wasn't good at his job,
in fact he was excellent at what he does,
but it's the time he was not at work that's troubling him.
He went to see this pyschologist,
and told him all his problems.
Thy pyschologist upon hearing his problems,
gave him a suggestion,
"Why not you go and attend this famous comedian's performance,
it's sure to make anyone laugh his head off!"
The man kept quiet for a long long time,
then he lifted his head up with tears in his eyes,
"I'm the famous comedian," he said... ...
Saturday, August 9, 2008
When they returned home from work at 10pm and realized the lifts weren't working, they decided to climb up all the way home with their heavy bags.
Upon reaching the 20th storey, they were so out of breath that they decided to leave their bags behind and collect them the next day. So they continued climbing and when they reached the 40th level, they were so angry with each other for not reading the notice that they almost came to blows. When they reached the 60th storey, they were too tired and out of breadth to argue with each other and so in silence they made their final journey up to the 80th storey. Then did they realized that they've left the keys along with their bags on the 20th storey!
It sort of resembles life. When we are young and idealistic, we carry our dreams (bags) happily till we reached around 20 years of age. It's then that the burdens and reality of society hits us. Having to take care of our parents, having to clear the debts of our school fees, having to do this and that aka all the responsibilities. We become tired and so we say to ourselves let's lay off our dreams and goals first, when we have finished with these responsibilites, we'll then come and picked up where we left off, like in the story where they left the bags because they were too tired.
Then when we keep climbing till the 40th level, (around 40 years of age), we grumble and argue with one another because we are tired with these burdens. Then as we climbed till we are 60 years old, we realized that to blame and argue with each other is of no use and so we made our peace and struggled till the 80th level. It's only then that we realized that the key to our lives, our dreams and goals, we left them back then when we were twenty but there's no going back now.
Friday, August 8, 2008
"Is R n D really where we should be focusing our best and brightest stars?"
Amazing! I read this title with absolute distaste! It's from weekend today.
'Is R n D really where we should be focusing our best and brightest stars?' How could someone come up with this kind of statement? Are you saying that the best and brightest of stars can just channel their talents, brains into any kind of area and excel in it? Are you saying that Einstein could be as good a writer as Shakespeare had he channeled all his time and resources into writing or vice versa? Are you saying that Newton could be as good an artist as Picasso if he chose to? Unbelievable! It seems like the author naively thinks that people can be classify into 2 kinds, the brains and the brainless... On top of the structure are the brains and talents.... The bottom of the pyramid, are of course the brainless, or the not so talented whatever you call it...
In my opinion, I believe everyone is talented, but in different areas of course. Just as all things have a resonant frequency like each individual musical note for instance, everyone too has their each and individual talent in different areas. Einstien once said, "If you judge a fish by its ability to climb, it will forever think itself stupid." Sad to say, I think some educators in our present education system do indeed judge the students solely in the academic aspect. Perhaps we might have lots of Picassos in our country, but because they were labelled by their teachers and peers as stupid and worthless, and that drawing is utterly useless and a waste of time, our potential Picassos just faded away and lived a life of mediocricity. How sad!
As educators, their job is to develop the belief of the students in their natural talent and guide them along their destined path. "Go with the flow", as what the taoist philosophy says, do what you were meant to do.
It seems like the author does echo most of the Singaporeans belief though, that the brains are the ones who excelled in their studies getting straight As and such and that of course, they are so much more superior than us, the ordinary ones and if we were to go to war, they should be more protected than us, after all, they are more talented and useful, isn't it so? Which sort of reminds me of animal farm but to dwell into that is perhaps going too far. And that if you dangle the right carrots in front of these 'brains', then we could properly channel these bright resources into where we need them to be. It seems like we do not regard these brains as proper human beings too but rather cows for us to milk their talent. They would also have certain preferences over others too, you can't force someone to love someone and similarly, you can't force them to do something they do not like. But somehow or rather, we believe that we could buy their souls if we give them enough money. Sure, maybe we could, but then they would be souless creatures then and what good can a souless but brainful creature do?
Thursday, August 7, 2008
2. John Gotti
I like this quote. I think quotes are real pieces of art. They say so little yet say so much. I must come up with some real nice quotes some day. I think I did come up with quotes in the past, which I quite like.
1. “Adults are always asking little kids what they want to be when they grow up because they're looking for ideas”
Haha, this is funny... how true is it?
"Write so that your paper is long enough to cover everything but short enough to pique someone's interest, just like a miniskirt."
"Make your paper interesting enough that you would want to take it into the bathroom with you."
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
in the southern part of China,
there lived an old old man,
who loved peace and quiet very much.
On one particular fine day,
a group of noisy children came along,
as did what children do best,
and that is to make as much noise as possible.
The old man was very fustrated,
he had to think of a way to make the noise go away.
So he thought and thought,
and finally he had an idea!
He called the children to come near him,
and gave each one of them a dollar,
he thanked them for making so much noise,
so that he no longer feels lonliness anymore.
The children were delighted with the reward,
they didn't know that making noise would earn them money.
The next day they came and made noise,
the old man told them that he hadn't much money,
so he would have to pay them 50 cents less.
The children were sad,
but they said it's ok,
they would still return to make noise the next day.
The next day came and went,
the old man only gave them 25 cents,
they were very sad,
but still they said it was ok.
The following day the old man told them he didn't have any money to give them anymore,
the children were horrified.
"No money and you expect us to make so much noise!?"
And from that day on,
peace and serenity was restored......
Sometimes we reward our children for getting good grades,
like getting them a playstation if they got an A,
then they would only be studying because they want the playstation, the reward, it's their goal, to get the reward. This would take away the joy of studying. When you don't have a reward for them the next time, they wouldn't want to study anymore. "Why study when there's no reward, it would be a waste of my time?" just like the children in the story who wouldn't want to 'work' for free. They view studying as work, and the reward as their pay. So studying is no longer play. That's why I do not believe in the reward philosophy of education. It could be used as a bait, a method of inducing the child to get interested in study first, and then to let the child enjoy the process of study.....
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
She got me kind of interested in chinese philosophy. But what's troubling me is that why do the sages write in such undecipherable manners, as in why do they speak and write in such a profound way that it makes it so hard for those who have little grasp of the language to understand. Because it is so profound, any translations would have already altered the meaning unconsciously... I can understand from a teacher's standpoint of view that one has to speak with ambiguity to guide the student to find out the way on his own.. I guess that's the reason and hence everyone has their own take on it..
Monday, August 4, 2008
9 Things I Hate About Everyone
1. People who point at their wrist asking for the time... I know where my watch is pal, where the hell is yours? Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the toilet is?
2. People who are willing to get off their a** to search the entire room for the TV remote because they refuse to walk to the TV and change the channel manually.
3. When people say "Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it too". Damn Right! What good is cake if you can't eat it?
4. When people say "it's always the last place you look". Of course it is. Why the hell would you keep looking after you've found it? Do people do this? Who and where are they?
5. When people say while watching a film, "did ya see that?" No Loser, I paid $12 to come to the cinema and stare at the damn floor!
6. People who ask "Can I ask you a question?"... Didn't give me a choice there, did ya sunshine?
7. When something is 'new and improved'. Which is it? If it's new, then there has never been anything before it. If it's an improvement, then there must have been something before it, couldn't be new.
8. When people say "life is short". What the hell??? Life is the longest damn thing anyone ever does!!! What can you do thats longer?
9. When you are waiting for the bus and someone asks "Has the bus come yet?" If the bus came, would I be standing here??? - Unknown
to get past fame, is much more difficult than to get past material riches...
What I mean by getting pass is to disregard, or to really know and understand that riches and fame don't really matter.... It's kinda hard to translate chinese to english with my limited language skills.
Now I think that is really true, in troy, Archilles hungers for fame and glory, he cares not for riches... he knew he would die, but for his name, he would rather give his life... Is it worth it? I know not, he now has his legacy, you could say he lives on forever... but what good has he done? Other than the fact that we know he's the best warrior. I hope he doesn't haunt me for my words...
Those hankering after the nobel awards, I believe they've already gotten past the material riches, but they're still going for immortality...
So many of us are aspiring to be popstars are sucessful in our careers or even to have a beautiful model-like girlfriend as a trophy, that is just in pursuit of a fame and a name.
Perhaps it's of no coincidence,
that fame rhymes with name....
it is really really deep.
To those who don't understand it,
it is just mere music.
First there is the melody,
then there is the rhythm,
then there is the state of mind,
that is to feel as one with the composer,
but you have to have similar experiences,
to understand and play as the composer would have you,
if you have a lack of experience,
then perhaps one can try to impose one's feel on it,
to change the feel as one feels,
and in turn change the rhythm as one feels,
and in turn change the melody as one feels,
to make the music a part of the composer and you.
I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love. Mother Teresa
I think she really is amazing, I mean talk all we want but to be able to give it all for others, who really can do it?
I want you to be concerned about your next door neighbor. Do you know your next door neighbor? Mother Teresa
I think we should start with our own kins first, how many times have we taken them for granted? How many of us treat our friends with more patience than our kins?
If we want a love message to be heard, it has got to be sent out. To keep a lamp burning, we have to keep putting oil in it. Mother Teresa
This quote to me has special significance to couples who have been together for a long time and feel the flame of love burning out but are just together because they forgotten how to be alone and are fearful of lonliness.
If you can't feed a hundred people, then feed just one. Mother Teresa
Reminds me of the starfish story..... The very famous one... where one of my friends used in his speeches...
There was a little boy, who was on the beach. He was seen from afar, to be throwing the many starfish that were washed ashore by the waves back into the sea... Over and over again, he did the same thing... An old man sighed at his foolishness..
"Little one, how many can you save? There are millions of them out here, what difference does it make?"
"It might not make a difference to us, but to each of them I saved, it makes a hell lot of difference for them." And with that, he carried on saving the starfish (Is there a plural?)...
3 simple things.
Third - Belief/faith. (not too sure which word)
Ok, makes sense.
Then one of his disciples asked,
"Teacher teacher, if die die we have to take away one, which should be done away with?"
"Let it be soldiers then."
The disciple hell bent on testing his teacher's wisdom continued asking,
"TEacher teacher, if die die die we have to take away one more, which should be done away with?"
Confuscious replied calmly,
"Let it be food then."
One could do without security, without food, but one could never survive without belief.
"Sometimes a person needs a story more than food to stay alive."
"Much more people in this world are dying for a shred of love, than a crumb of bread" (Sorry, my english sucks, I don't know the exact quote from mother teresa)
to think before you speak,
to listen more,
for the hurt caused by your tongue,
could never ever be erased.
The tongue could be the most beautiful thing in this world,
painting the most beautiful of pictures and the most pleasing of thoughts,
but the tongue could also be the ugliest thing in this world,
leaving a turmoil of destruction behind its rage, ( I was interrupted for quite some time here cos my com fell asleep)
so tame this tongue of ours,
and think before one speaks... (I have no idea where I stopped so I just end it off)
I write because writing helps me get organized,
I write so as to understand myself better,
I write so as to see a larger world out there,
I write so as to split myself up in to different characters,
I write so as to put myself in other's shoes,
I write simply because it's fun,
I write simply because I've nothing better to do
there was this naughty little boy,
who has a very nasty temper,
every single day,
he would vent his anger on his family.
One day his father spoke to him,
"Every single time you vent your anger
hammer a nail into the kitchen wall."
The boy said fine,
I like hammering things anyway.
So every single time he exploded,
he would nail a nail into the wall.
Then one day he realized
that there was no place left on the wall to nail,
he thought to himself,
I couldn't carry on like this,
it isn't right to do this,
and so his father told him,
if you can control your temper for a day,
you can take down a nail.
And so the boy tried terribly hard,
and managed to keep his temper in check,
and because it was so hard just to get a nail down,
he never lost his temper again,
he managed to get all the nails down one day,
and happily he went to his father,
"Father look all the nails are down."
His father turned to look at the wall,
"Look at every single one of the holes,
they are the damage inflicted by the wrath of your anger,
the hurt you caused to everyone in this family,
the nails might be gone,
but the damage has been done."
I can feel for this story, or fable, or whatever you call this kind of short story, for I truly can feel for it....
A long long time ago,
there lived three little pigs,
one was called grumpy,
the other was bumpy,
and the youngest was frumpy,
on a dark dark night,
they met this heavenly angel,
who told them to pick up pebbles
as many as they possibly could,
grumpy wasn't happy,
what use could pebbles have,
bumpy wasn't happy,
pebbles couldn't be eaten,
frumpy wasn't happy,
pebbles were so heavey!
but still they picked up a pebble,
for they didn't want to disobey the angel.
The angel before leaving,
turned and told them this,
"Tomorrow the day would be glad,
but the three little pigs would be sad."
Puzzled by the words of the angel,
the three little pigs fell into a deep sleep.
Awoken by the rays of the sun the next day,
the three little pigs went about doing their work,
when the sun went down and the moon came up,
they discovered to their utmost delight,
that the pouch containing the pebble,
was glowing as bright as a star,
they opened up the pouches,
to find in each of them,
a bright sparkling diamond,
and not a single trace of the pebble.
A cloud of sadness fell across their faces,
for they now realised,
how folly they had been,
had they picked up more pebbles,
how much more diamonds they would have gotten!
there lived three little pigs,
who met a heavenly angel.
The heavenly angel told the three little pigs,
to collect one pebble each,
and she told them in these words,
"You'll be sad to look at them tomorrow."
The pigs were puzzled by her words,
and though reluctant they were
to collect the useless pebbles,
still they obeyed the angel's words,
for they are good dear little pigs,
The next day came and went,
they opened their pouches at night,
only to find that the useless pebbles have disappeared,
and in its place was a shiny diamond.