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Nah nah...i'm a guy who likes a freshhh clean cut feel to life.
Computers + Graphics & Animations + Romantic Comedy movies + Good nite out + Reading + Drawing + Art + enjoying a good work out ;) Expertise:Giving my honey..those after dinner massages in front of the fire place...hahaha....swweeeet =P haha jkz Occupation:Student Industry:Business
i guess most asian parents would worry about their daughter (as opposed to their son) being out late at nite. its a fact that is true for some but for others its a sign of neglection? well....it depends on our parents morals, beliefs and culture perhaps. if you take a look at why some asian parents are strict - you'd see why their son or daughter may be well educated and well mannered. this is true for some cases which gives them a good future/life (if i said career - thats a different story - it'll depend on various factors) but for some its a different story - due to being confined within limited spaces which creates issues. BUT then they could also rely heavily on being spood fed and being use to their parents giving them all the toys they want - which is really BAD in a way cause they're not learning to be INDEPENDENT and SELF DISCIPLINED - which is really what life is - its a process in which we learn to take care of ourselves in the real world and being exposed to all sorts of situations gives us the added edge to control and deal with what we have previously learnt. sometimes our parents really do care for us - they worry about where we've been, some take the initiative to call us late at night to checkup on us if we're safe and sound. this often is a measure of security.... however if we're say 20+ does that still matter? it depends how you can take care of yourself and whether they trust you in being out late at night - depending on what gender you are - most girls would have a curfew and obviously a majority of boys have more freedom without any curfews. but then again - being late out at night has the risks of hitting you in the head one day if say a mate gets shot and your parents find out - it can end up hurting you and making you realise the possibilities of having fun at nite. this also goes for driving high performanced vehicles - they look nice but can sometimes lead towards severe penalties such as dealth or even the agony of a long term injury that'll make your life hard to endure if not embarassing. its about being able to control yourself, know ur limits and being disciplined enough to make the right decisions BUT NOT 'taking decisions' from ppl - they could be right or wrong.
if we you had the freedom at a young age and your parents didn't give a damn about what you did or did not know how to control you - then are your parents non-disciplined? who knows where you might of ended up - you could of ended up being a druggo at a young age or worse roaming the streets like a party animal...til it hits you in the head that this is all wrong. of course i'm just stating some bizarre examples here but really for most ppl - its really up to them to decide whats best. culture of course can have an influence - i guess most asians are strict as compared to westerners who have a less stricter culture BUT it really depends on the parents and how they've taught them to behave - we cant just state the obvious based on what we see.
but i guess from all of this - it is up to us to form the right decisions and to follow from what we have learnt from our parents, from what we have been taught at school and life and also from our peers - friends who you choose to stay connected with can have an influence towards the way you approach things. life is full of mysteries without - controls (tools which help you to stop or take the right paths - parents, friends etc), limits (knowing when to slow down before reaching the peak - breaks, engine specs) and decisions (formulating your own decisions - steering wheel). i guess its a journey to experience - cruising can be fun but remember to wear a seat belt.
i was watching 'the notebook' - its a great romance movie which shows how romance can flutter at a young age and continue through the hi's and lo's in life...until the end. the ending kinda left me in tears (internally)....its a great example of how someone(Noah - 'i'll do anything for you') can be so committed to the one he loves (Allie). its also a movie which shows how a clash between two classes can evolve... one rich and one below average and the result of interchanging the lifestyles of those affected in between environments. but really...this movie really shows what the meaning of love is at its finest. anyways, i dont wanna spoil too much here...but i love the scene where he takes Allie out on a boat ride to the lake......and its like "wowwww.....". go grab and watch this movie!!
An Autumn Diary
another movie which kinda relates to 'the notebook' is the movie 'An Autumn Diary' its a nice comedy romance type chinese movie. this movie also depicts the themes of wealth vs poor and what true love really is (there are of course other themes but i'd leave it to u to watch!) funny thing is.....i cracked up on those gross scenes...and how she was scared of dogz...haha!! but there was this scene of course...where she worked frantically to bake a cake and something happened to it (another reason to watch the movie! =P) i was like "ooohhhhh nooooo.........." i like the ending.... i dont like how the bitch treated the guy though......leaving him..pfft...she deserves it! anyways....go rent this movie!! hehe i have it somewhere...=P
make true love flourish...
so after watching both of these movies.....there's always something to be learnt or of course think about. commitment is what grinds and locks a relationship together. there are of course other elements to make love flourish. but when we get that feeling of security and being able to do the things we enjoy - we feel happy deep down inside. if we look outside the square and think of the extrinsic values we can offer someone.... does money really matter? does being a really high profile person matter? or being some kinda intelligent beefed up guy matter too? well.....just enough to financially survive is good enough. rite? If say for example...we rely on our parents to spoon feed us all the way.......we end up taking risks - we end up with 'wat ifs' i.e. wat if....one day our parents are not here anymore...we can of course inherit some of the financial assets our parents left behind..but who's gonna support us in the long term future? and here is where being independent can really make a difference. we learn from experiences and make the best decisions as to what needs to be fullfilled based on our intuition. but of course....life is full of unexpected situations and fallacies in all areas. there is no cure for love - but just being there for the one that you really love can make a difference (both physically and emotionally touching).
i hate studying...arghh...wasted 4hrs surfing the net...arghhh..
i love my mum...
on my study break, i was thinking...sometimes we dont realise how much our parents have given us or we tend to forget about the love that we share with our parents...they've given us a home, provided us with the tools for our education etc. but each day we dont realise how much effort they've put in to; say to make us eat well. my mum would immediately call me after she's made lunch or dinner. she'd tell me off if i dont eat and that the food will get cold. sometime's when she's not as busy she'd make some yummy dessert or bake a cake or something. sometimes she'll go through the trouble of buying the right ingredients from the local shops just to make to make wateva's she's making taste perfect. i could recall at one time that she'd come home - all tired with several shopping bags in each hand. i didn't even realise that she went out of the house just to go shopping.
as a son, i've always been really supportive of my mum in everyway. i took her shopping/site seeing several times just to get her out of the house and to really enjoy the great outdoors. when there's laundry that needs to be done - i usually help out. but i think i haven't done enough - i've always been the one complaining..its like "i'll do it later mum after i do this n that". i know my life is busy full with assessments and stuff but you can't disobey chores that needs to be completed. i know its abit daunting but its a factor of life that we have to routinely put up with for the rest of our life.
i've always wanted to cook something that i'd like eating and stitch up those pants that were too long......i hope these holidays will provide me with the time and freedom to do so.... but most important of all... i love my mum. she's always been there for me when i'm sick or crying out for food. i love my mum.
i found this from a random blog:
my mom only had one eye.. i hated the fact that i had to be stuck with a retard for a mother. i hated her... she was such an embarressment.. my mom ran a small shop at a flea market. she collected little weeds and such to sell... anything for the money we needed she was such an embarressment. there was this one day during elementary school.. it was field day, and my mom came. i was so embarressed. how could she do this to me? i threw her a hateful look and ran out.
the next day at school... "your mom's a retard with one eye?!?!" ..and they taunted me. i wished that my mom would just dissappear from this world so i said to my mom, "mom.. why dont you have the other eye?! if you're only gonna make me a laughingstock, why dont you just die?!!!" my mom did not respond.. i guess i felt a little bad, but at the same time, it felt good to think that i had said what i'd wanted to say all this time.. maybe it was because my mom hadnt punished me, but i didnt think that i had hurt her feelings very badly.
that night... i woke up, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. my mom was crying there, so quietly, as if she was afraid that she might wake me. i took a look at her, then turned away. because of the thing i had said to her earlier, there was something pinching at me in the corner of my heart. even so, i hated my mother who was crying out of her one eye. so i told myself that i would grow up and become successful. cause i hated my one-eyed mom and our desperate poverty..
then i studied real hard. i left my mother and came to Seoul and studied, and got accepted in the Seoul University with all the confidence i had.
then, i got married. i bought a house of my own. then i had kids, too.. now i'm living happily as a successful man. i like it here because it's a place that doesnt remind me of my mom.
this happiness was getting bigger and bigger, when..
what?! who's this?! ...it was my mother... ..still with her one eye. it felt as if the whole sky was falling apart on me. my little girl ran away, scared of my mom's eye. and i asked her,
"who are you?!" "i dont know you!!!" as if trying to make that real. i screamed at her," how dare you come to my house and scare my daughter!"
"GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!"
and to this, my mother quietly answered, "oh, i'm so sorry. i may have gotten the wrong address," and she dissappeared out of sight.
thank good ness... she doesnt recognize me.. i was quite relieved.
i told myself that i wasnt going to care, or think about this for the rest of my life. then a wave of relief came upon me...
one day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. so, lying to my wife that i was going on a business trip, i went. after the reunion, i went down to the old shack, that i used to call a house...just out of curiosity
there, i found my mother fallen on the cold ground. but i did not shed a single tear. she had a piece of paper in her hand.... it was a letter to me.
my son... i think my life has been long enough now..
and... i wont visit Seoul anymore... but would it be too much to ask if i wanted you to come visit me once in a while? i miss you so much.. and i was so glad when i heard you were coming for the reunion. but i decided not to go to the school. ...for you... and i'm sorry that i only have one eye, and i was an embarressment for you.
you see, when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. as a mom, i couldnt stand watching you having to grow up with only one eye... so i gave you mine... i was so proud of my son that was seeing a whole new wolrd for me, in my place, with that eye. i was never upset at you for anything you did.. the couple times that you were angry with me,.. i thought to myself, 'it's because he loves me..'
my son... oh, my son... i dont want you to cry for me, because of my death.
please dont cry.... my son, i love you so much.
something gripped the corner of my heart.
and tears were flowing from the eye that my mother had given me.. my mom... my loving mom... such simple words as 'i love you', that i never told her... such simple things as buying my mom a dinner. such simple things as buying her pretty clothes... that i never did...
and still, my mom loved me til her very end.... im sorry.. it wasnt my mom that was the retard with one eye... it was me, that....
all these things i realized too late... mother, please forgive me... mother, im sorry... im so sorry..... and the words i never got around to telling you,....
.....VS..........
i like the ending.... i dont like how the bitch treated the guy though......leaving him..pfft...she deserves it! anyways....go rent this movie!! hehe i have it somewhere...=P
