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Sunday, March 22, 2009
Went down to 108 today to ball. After that went to dinner. Touched on a couple of topics. One interesting topic I would like to mention is, "How would you ask a father for his daughter's hand in marriage?" It came about because we were listening to Taylor Swift's Love story, from the lyrics "I talked to your dad go pick out a white dress". I asked the guys, what was their greatest fears in their life. I told them mine was asking a father for his daughter's hand in marriage.
I say this because, if I was the father of a daughter, there would be no freaking' way I would just let any lad marry my daughter, and even if it was the president's son himself, I wouldn't give him an easy time. I would have to test him using various, unorthodox ways. Like, climbing up mount Everest just to receive a list of things to do before I can consider giving my daughter's hand in marriage. On that list, would be about 10 inane things for him to accomplish if he's shorter than me, 20 if he's taller. I'm awesome that way. On that list, some of the things that needs to be accomplished would be tasks with no apparent moral behind them, but mostly for my own sick pleasure and laughs. Some of them would probably be of utmost importance, but we'll touch that topic later. Hey, I need ways to test this whether this bastard is committed and loves my daughter enough. Or whether he has the strength to protect her, the security to provide her, and the ways to make her happy. On the part of the inane things, I think the most inane thing I can think of is: Run while pooping. Lolz. You read that right. Think about that level of difficulty there. Haha. One utmost important task would be: Bungee jump off a really tall cliff, and pluck a flower off the bottom of the cliff for my daughter. The number of flowers he plucks will show me his commitment and love for my daughter. I still need to find that appropriate cliff, but that can wait until I actually have a daughter.
Of course, no father will be like that. I think. I would, but I dont think any other father would be that insane. But still, asking her father for his daughter's hand in marriage is the scariest thing to me. Because I don't know how it will go. As the father, he spent 20 odd years raising her, protecting her, nurturing her into the fine woman that she can be. If I were to ask him for her hand in marrriage, that would mean taking over those duties. Protecting her for the rest of her life, and of course loving her and making her happy till she's grey and old. That's why it's fearsome. If he's a good father, which of course he is to raise such a good daughter, he would have to make sure I'm worth it. And as a father, or rather, as a man, we know how to tell whether another man's worthy. As fathers, we would know how to break down our maybe-son-in-law. We'd be able to understand each and every of his actions with great detail. It would be like the matrix for us. Time would slow down, giving us all the time in the world to explore his every nook and cranny. We would be able to stare them into submission. Silence would be our good friend, and their worst enemy. I wouldn't know how to react to silence. I would've already said my fill, about what I'm planning for us, and hoping that he would give us his fullest support, and he would be sitting there, silently, staring me down with this intence gaze that makes me wish my fiance(?) was an orphan. When he finally breaks this silence, I'm just hoping that it would be all fine and dandy, even though the moment he breaks it will be deafening.
Of course, valuing the daughter's decision whether she would marry me is the most important one of course. But I think asking for her father's hand in marriage is still the first step. If I were to do it the other way round, that is to say proposing then asking the father, and he says no, and even with all the love and commitment in the world he refuses to give away his daughter, and we end up eloping to another country, it wouldn't feel right. I would spend every ounce of willpower and strength I have to convince him that his daughter is in good hands. But then, sometimes I think I think too much =). Back in the olden days, asking for a daughter's hand in marriage is as simple as offering a dowry to a family =D. Like, giving the father a goat or cow or two =p. Haha. I'm joking of course. But makes one marvel at the pace society has advanced morally.
Me and my friends, we actually explored humorous and logical ways a father would test you. Like, asking you to head to a beach at sunrise, and having a judo/taekwondo/karate showdown for his daughter's hand in marriage. Then of course, being a hopeless idiot in love, you battle him to your wits end, until sometime during the sunset both of you fall to fatigue, and land in a thump onto the soft sand, with your gasps of breath and the slow sound of the waves sweeping the beach in the background. Again, the father will break the silence, saying you did well, and offers his daughter's hand in marriage to you. Haha. Seems abit awesome once one imagines it. We even switched the situations, like it can be also a 1on1 basketball match to 21points, an armwrestling match, an eating competition, the likes. Haha! Our imagination knows no bounds =D. To me, asking a father for his daughter's hand in marriage is a milestone, a man-to-man moment. In a way, it's a measure of who can best protect and make this girl happy. And as men, lover and father respectively, there is no way we would lose to the other in that aspect.
Although it may feel like I'm writing about a girl as a thing, an item, something to be won, but I'm afraid it's just the way things are. In a way, you girls are doing it too =p. Haha. So called, "branding" your man to tell other girls to step off, he's mine. Lol.
I feel like I left out on a couple of points, but well it's to be expected. It's not exactly fresh in my mind anymore, although I have thought about how I would write it on the way home. And I still feel I left out on some points. Oh well. May this topic be food for thought =). I was trying to write an inane paragraph, another touching upon a more serious note, and another about how I feel it would go down for me. But I feel I left some important note out, and that the paragraphs are mixed ==". Oh well.
Here's something for a challenge. There are many songs named after a girl. Mary-Jane, Billie-Jean, Jenny, Delilah, Cecilia, Rosanna, Roxanne, Michelle, Angie, Alison, Sara, Brandy, Mandy, Gloria, Jessica, Barbara, Ann, Layla, Lola, Paola, Tracy, Stacy.... Lol. It goes one. But I dare you, to find a song named after a GUY. And it has to be sung by a female artiste. Apparently, there's a song named Vincent, but it's sung by a guy O_o. Hey, we men appreciate romantic gestures too =(. Haha. Teardrops on myguitar doesnt count, the title of the song has to be named after a guy. And no, Bob the builder does not count.
“The times in our lives in which we feel that we have the least power are actually the times when we have the most. Those are the times in which we affirm or redefine who we are, what we believe, and make choices that can impact ourselves and those we encounter for a lifetime. ”
Gail Pursell Elliott
[Keith wrote this, thanks for reading! =D]Y,10:45 PM
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
You Are Intense and Courageous |
 When You Are Comfortable: You are bold and dramatic. You have confidence in yourself, and that's enough to get you through anything. People see you as capable and goal oriented. You have your eye on the prize, and others admire that about you. When You Are At Your Best: You are unique and interesting. You are fascinated by the world, and you're always experimenting with new ideas. People see you as mysterious and enchanting. You don't realize how much people are drawn to you. When You Are in a Social Setting: You are cutting edge, offbeat, and even a little weird. You are fascinated with trends and technology. People see you as a bit strange. They're not sure what they should expect of you. You are definitely apt to do your own thing. |
[Keith wrote this, thanks for reading! =D]Y,
10:15 PM
Monday, March 09, 2009
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Wednesday, March 04, 2009
Poly orientation on april 16. Waiting for it to come anxiously.
Is really really hoping to increase his game. Hoping won't get me anywhere tho =p. Train hard keith!
There’s no thrill in easy sailing … but there is satisfaction that’s mighty sweet to take, when you reach a destination that you thought you’d never make.Spirella
[Keith wrote this, thanks for reading! =D]Y,10:57 PM
Sunday, March 01, 2009
Summer of 69 by Bryan Adams
I got my first real six-string
Bought it at the five-and-dime
Played 'til my fingers bled
It was summer of '69
Me and some guys from school
Had a Band and we tried real hard
Jimmy quit and Jody got married
I should've known we'd never get far
(Chorus)
Oh when I look back now
That summer seemed to last forever
And if I had the choice
Ya! I'd always wanna be there
Those were the best days of my life
Ain't no use in complainin'
When you got a job to do
Spent my evenin's down at the drive in
And that's when I met you, yeah!
(Chorus)
Standin on a mama's porch
You told me that you'd wait forever
Oh and when you held my hand
I knew that it was now or never
Those were the best days of my life
Back in Summer of '69
Man we were killin' time
We were young and restless
We needed to unwind
I guess nothin' can last forever, no
And now the times are changin'
Look at everything that's come and gone
Sometimes when I play that old six-string
I think about ya wonder what went wrong
(Chorus)
Standin' on a mama's porch
You told me it would last forever
Oh the way you held my hand
I knew that it was now or never
Those were the best days of my life
Back in summer of '69
I'm in love with this song now. Learnt it on the guitar le =D. haha. I like to think that, in our lives, they'll be many times where we'll experience the summer of '69. Like right now, one has just past us. This summer of '69, was the four years of secondary school. I may have mildly disliked school at the start, but I've grown to love it like a second home. Indeed, when I look back now, that "summer" seemed to last forever. If I had the choice, yeah, I definately always wanna be there. Because? Those were the best days of my life. But hey, I'm only 17. They'll be many more summers of 69' to come along =).
When I listen to this song, I think of those four years. We always knew that day when school finally ended would come, and though we enjoyed the heck out of it, I dreaded it on the inside. No more school. No more class. No more classmates. No more friends. That's one thing I hate about the holidays. The utter, undesirable solitude. That's why I learnt this song. It allows me to relive a certain sense of nostalgia."Me and some guys from school, had a band and we tried real hard.", "And now, the times are changing. Look at everything's that come and gone. Sometimes, when I play my old six string, I think about you, wonder what went wrong."
Back in the summer of '69, I guess. I'll be back. We'll all be back. For the rest of our lives =).
[Keith wrote this, thanks for reading! =D]Y,11:42 PM