11 years ago
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Passages of the Past
"A man is always borned half sided. No matter how happy situations made him, he would only be half satisfied, half fulfilled. He only becomes whole and complete when he finds a lady to love. Because only then can he share the wonders of the world with that her and love her with everything he has."
Saturday, June 20, 2009
The Day I Got My License
Actually, not the day I got my license but the day I passed my driving examination. It actually takes a week for your license to be processed after you passed. So the day I passed my driving examination but I do not have a driving license I decided it was a good day to drive out with 2 of my good friends and have a drink. Since I did not have any driving license, I brought my driving examination papers with me, hoping that a "PASS" stamp on it will reduce the chances of a police giving me a fine. That and a RM50 in my wallet.
So I drove out that night when I was in Form 5 with my daddy's Proton Waja over to T and G's house to pick them up. When I was not so pro in driving back then, I was forgiven by T and G for being slow in everything. From reversing to parking to nudging out to a big road. T said on the journey "Whoa Aaron, real driver already ah. Got license already..." in which he got a reply "Actually I just passed my test today, so I haven't got my license yet." "Are you supposed to be driving ?" "Not really...."
Soon we arrived at William's safely. Then I noticed I had forgot to turn on my car lights during the entire journey. Whatever, we arrived safely anyway. We chilled there for a couple of hours. Then T got a phone call from his girlfriend. When T came back to the table after the call he told us things were not good between him and his girlfriend. G suggested that we drive to her house to surprise her so that T can be forgiven in the process. T and I thought it was a hell of a good idea.
So T guided the way to his girlfriend's house. 10 meters away from this girl's house there was a tree with flowers, T took a flower from that tree and walked up to her house. G and I were in the car about 5 meters away and out of sight but we were watching T. T had trouble contacting his girlfriend as she would not take any of his calls and it was late so he couldn't call the house. So T had to resort to calling one of her good friend's to tell her that he was outside. She finally came out surprised, accepted his whatever reasons and the flower too (of course she didn't know this flower came from a bush not too far away).
During the course of these events, a red Kenari drove pass us a few times. G said to me "What if they kidnap T ?" I said "I'll just ram this car into them then." Not too soon after a happy T came into the car and said everything between him and her are fine now. I remember these times well, a time when only a few kids in high school can drive and had a car.
So I drove out that night when I was in Form 5 with my daddy's Proton Waja over to T and G's house to pick them up. When I was not so pro in driving back then, I was forgiven by T and G for being slow in everything. From reversing to parking to nudging out to a big road. T said on the journey "Whoa Aaron, real driver already ah. Got license already..." in which he got a reply "Actually I just passed my test today, so I haven't got my license yet." "Are you supposed to be driving ?" "Not really...."
Soon we arrived at William's safely. Then I noticed I had forgot to turn on my car lights during the entire journey. Whatever, we arrived safely anyway. We chilled there for a couple of hours. Then T got a phone call from his girlfriend. When T came back to the table after the call he told us things were not good between him and his girlfriend. G suggested that we drive to her house to surprise her so that T can be forgiven in the process. T and I thought it was a hell of a good idea.
So T guided the way to his girlfriend's house. 10 meters away from this girl's house there was a tree with flowers, T took a flower from that tree and walked up to her house. G and I were in the car about 5 meters away and out of sight but we were watching T. T had trouble contacting his girlfriend as she would not take any of his calls and it was late so he couldn't call the house. So T had to resort to calling one of her good friend's to tell her that he was outside. She finally came out surprised, accepted his whatever reasons and the flower too (of course she didn't know this flower came from a bush not too far away).
During the course of these events, a red Kenari drove pass us a few times. G said to me "What if they kidnap T ?" I said "I'll just ram this car into them then." Not too soon after a happy T came into the car and said everything between him and her are fine now. I remember these times well, a time when only a few kids in high school can drive and had a car.
Friday, June 19, 2009
It Does Make A Difference When Those Unseen Eyes Are Watching
Dear friends,
I share with you today I story which I found on the internet thanks to my mummy. This story reminds me how much both my parents truly love me. If this story does touch you in any way, all I ask is that you share it with your friends.
Author: Michael A. Aun, FIC, LUTCF, CSP, CPAE Speaker Hall of Fame
One of the most remarkable sports stories I enjoy telling from the platform is about a football coach by the name of Lou Little, who coached at Georgetown University before going on to become famous at Columbia University. Coach Little had a big, strapping tackle on his team who was more like a teddy bear than a defensive tackle. In four years at Georgetown, the kid never missed a practice. In four years, he had nearly a 4.0 grade point ratio. And yet, in those four years, the kid never started, and the only time he ever got into the game was when Georgetown was 40 points ahead or 40 points behind.
Yet, Coach Little kept him on the team. He was a moral sparkplug, but he simply lacked the killer instinct that it takes to make it as a big time college tackle. Four days before the last game of the young man’s career, Coach Little received a telegram informing him that the young man’s only living relative, his father, had died suddenly. It was Coach Lou Little who was asked to pass on the bad news to the boy. “Son, I’m sorry to tell you that your dad died yesterday,” said the Coach. “You’re not a starter on our team and you won’t be starting on Saturday. Why not go home and take care of matters with your dad? We’ll see if we can win this one for you.”
On the day of the big game, Coach Little was a little bit surprised to look up and see the young man standing there in the locker room. He had a look of an eagle in his eye. This was not the same tackle he had coached the previous four years.
The boy pleaded with him: “Coach, you’ve got to play me today. I’ve never asked you for a favor, but I need to get in the game today. Just one play.” “Son, you’re not a starter. This game is for the championship,” he explained. “Just one play Coach,” he begged. “One play is all I want. If I screw up, take me right out.” The coach thought about it for a moment. What harm could it do to put him in on the kickoff? Georgetown won the toss and elected to defer to the second half, allowing the coach to put the kid on the field right away. The kick sailed two yards deep into the end zone. The receiver elected to run it out but only made it to the five yard line. Boom! The big strapping tackle greeted the kick receiver and dropped him in his tracks.
True to his word, the kid got up and ran off the field. Coach Little had kept his end of the bargain; now he would keep his. All he wanted was one play. As he ran off the field, Coach Little signaled for him to stay on the field. On the first play from scrimmage, the opposing quarterback called an audible and handed the ball off to his big bruising fullback who dove off tackle on a trap play, aimed right at this young man. He fought off the block, tossing the pulling guard to the ground. Boom! He greeted the 240 pound fullback and dropped him in his tracks. He hit him so hard that the kid was hauled off the field. That afternoon saw that young man make 15 unassisted tackles. He made 12 assisted tackles. He caused one fumble and recovered another. The clincher was the pass that he intercepted and returned for Georgetown’s winning touchdown. By any standards, that was a terrific year and he did it all in one afternoon.
When it was all over and done with and all the celebration had ended in the locker room, the only two remaining were Coach Little and the young man, standing there awkwardly looking at one another. The coach said, “Son, I owe you an apology. I thought I was a pretty fair judge of character. Never have I seen you perform the way you performed today. Have I judged you so poorly?” “Coach, you knew my dad died,” the boy said. “You knew my dad was blind.” “Yes, I’ve seen you leading him around the campus when he used to visit you,” said his coach. “Today was the first time my daddy ever saw me play.”
It does make a difference when those unseen eyes are watching.
I share with you today I story which I found on the internet thanks to my mummy. This story reminds me how much both my parents truly love me. If this story does touch you in any way, all I ask is that you share it with your friends.
Author: Michael A. Aun, FIC, LUTCF, CSP, CPAE Speaker Hall of Fame
One of the most remarkable sports stories I enjoy telling from the platform is about a football coach by the name of Lou Little, who coached at Georgetown University before going on to become famous at Columbia University. Coach Little had a big, strapping tackle on his team who was more like a teddy bear than a defensive tackle. In four years at Georgetown, the kid never missed a practice. In four years, he had nearly a 4.0 grade point ratio. And yet, in those four years, the kid never started, and the only time he ever got into the game was when Georgetown was 40 points ahead or 40 points behind.
Yet, Coach Little kept him on the team. He was a moral sparkplug, but he simply lacked the killer instinct that it takes to make it as a big time college tackle. Four days before the last game of the young man’s career, Coach Little received a telegram informing him that the young man’s only living relative, his father, had died suddenly. It was Coach Lou Little who was asked to pass on the bad news to the boy. “Son, I’m sorry to tell you that your dad died yesterday,” said the Coach. “You’re not a starter on our team and you won’t be starting on Saturday. Why not go home and take care of matters with your dad? We’ll see if we can win this one for you.”
On the day of the big game, Coach Little was a little bit surprised to look up and see the young man standing there in the locker room. He had a look of an eagle in his eye. This was not the same tackle he had coached the previous four years.
The boy pleaded with him: “Coach, you’ve got to play me today. I’ve never asked you for a favor, but I need to get in the game today. Just one play.” “Son, you’re not a starter. This game is for the championship,” he explained. “Just one play Coach,” he begged. “One play is all I want. If I screw up, take me right out.” The coach thought about it for a moment. What harm could it do to put him in on the kickoff? Georgetown won the toss and elected to defer to the second half, allowing the coach to put the kid on the field right away. The kick sailed two yards deep into the end zone. The receiver elected to run it out but only made it to the five yard line. Boom! The big strapping tackle greeted the kick receiver and dropped him in his tracks.
True to his word, the kid got up and ran off the field. Coach Little had kept his end of the bargain; now he would keep his. All he wanted was one play. As he ran off the field, Coach Little signaled for him to stay on the field. On the first play from scrimmage, the opposing quarterback called an audible and handed the ball off to his big bruising fullback who dove off tackle on a trap play, aimed right at this young man. He fought off the block, tossing the pulling guard to the ground. Boom! He greeted the 240 pound fullback and dropped him in his tracks. He hit him so hard that the kid was hauled off the field. That afternoon saw that young man make 15 unassisted tackles. He made 12 assisted tackles. He caused one fumble and recovered another. The clincher was the pass that he intercepted and returned for Georgetown’s winning touchdown. By any standards, that was a terrific year and he did it all in one afternoon.
When it was all over and done with and all the celebration had ended in the locker room, the only two remaining were Coach Little and the young man, standing there awkwardly looking at one another. The coach said, “Son, I owe you an apology. I thought I was a pretty fair judge of character. Never have I seen you perform the way you performed today. Have I judged you so poorly?” “Coach, you knew my dad died,” the boy said. “You knew my dad was blind.” “Yes, I’ve seen you leading him around the campus when he used to visit you,” said his coach. “Today was the first time my daddy ever saw me play.”
It does make a difference when those unseen eyes are watching.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Random Picture of the Day - #6
"Some make you ponder, others take your breath away and the rest just for laughs."
"I want to go to a place where I can see two skies." - Lake St Mary
"I want to go to a place where I can see two skies." - Lake St MaryMonday, June 8, 2009
To My Friends Who Are Far Away
Last semester I have had the privilege to know Mauricio, Felipe, Michael and Ellis. They were exchange students. Mauricio and Felipe are from Columbia, Michael is from South Africa and Ellis is from California. We got along really well given where each of us came from. They were kind enough to share laughter, fun and culture with me.
Mauricio taught me that Malaysians complain too much and that weed in Columbia is extremely cheap. Felipe is just cool with his cool persona. Both the Colombians have a very prominent Spanish accent and they were loved for that. Michael is always being the tourist that he is taking pictures of anything and everything. He even wanted to take pictures when I was riding with him a police car. Ellis told me that I was more American than Malaysian and that I would fit perfectly into the American lifestyle.
Mauricio and I during Toga.
Ellis and I. You damn Yank.
Michael and Felipe during one of our biking trips.
Felipe and I.
Michael and I in front of Parliament.
Why must you all go back ? I miss all of you guys.
All of us during the Floriade Festival.
Michael, Paul, Mauricio, Zach, Lil, Soph, Ed and Georgie during our roadtrip to Bateman's Bay.
Mauricio taught me that Malaysians complain too much and that weed in Columbia is extremely cheap. Felipe is just cool with his cool persona. Both the Colombians have a very prominent Spanish accent and they were loved for that. Michael is always being the tourist that he is taking pictures of anything and everything. He even wanted to take pictures when I was riding with him a police car. Ellis told me that I was more American than Malaysian and that I would fit perfectly into the American lifestyle.
Mauricio and I during Toga.
Ellis and I. You damn Yank.
Michael and Felipe during one of our biking trips.
Felipe and I.
Michael and I in front of Parliament.
Why must you all go back ? I miss all of you guys.
All of us during the Floriade Festival.
Michael, Paul, Mauricio, Zach, Lil, Soph, Ed and Georgie during our roadtrip to Bateman's Bay.Know that Bruce Hall is not the same without you guys. We will meet again soon. Till' then, take care my dear friends. Who said Canberra is boring ? It's massive fun with the right people.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Friday, June 5, 2009
Last Night
Last night you were sleeping next to me
Last night I held your hand to sleep
Last night I woke up in the night, grasped my hand but I didn't feel yours
I looked around my empty room
Last night I dreamt that you were right next to me
It felt so real
I forgot you were more than a hundred miles away
I gave myself a small smile and a whisper "I love you"
Last night I went back to bed, alone physically
Not alone emotionally
Because I know someone is thinking of me too.
Last night I held your hand to sleep
Last night I woke up in the night, grasped my hand but I didn't feel yours
I looked around my empty room
Last night I dreamt that you were right next to me
It felt so real
I forgot you were more than a hundred miles away
I gave myself a small smile and a whisper "I love you"
Last night I went back to bed, alone physically
Not alone emotionally
Because I know someone is thinking of me too.
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