Thursday, July 5, 2007

Don't Quit

Many years ago, my Maths teacher printed a poem for us sometime before our A'Levels. All the while, I had always seen her as a strict disciplinarian who would put up with no rubbish from us. But somehow, that poem changed my impression about her.


Probably, it was due to exam stress, but to me the poem was God sent. It was like He was shining the light of hope from above.



Well here's the poem. It's seems rather long, but it's worth the time spent reading it.

Dont' Quit
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all up hill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest! if you must; but don't you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As everyone of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don't give up, though the pace seems slow;
You might succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor's cup.
And he learned too late, when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out;
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt;
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems afar;

So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit;
It's when things seem worst that you mustn't quit.

"Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." -- Matthew 6 : 34

Monday, June 25, 2007

(1 Corinthians 13)

Love is patient,

love is kind.

It does not envy,

it does not boast,

it is not proud.

It is not rude,

it is not self-seeking,

it is not easily angered,

it keeps no record of wrongs.

Love does not delight in evil

but rejoices with the truth.

It always protects,

always trusts,

always hopes,

always perseveres.

Love never fails.


Thursday, June 7, 2007

Fathers are Wonderful People, really


As Father's day is approaching, I though it would be nice to post something related to that.


My dad is quite similar to most Asian dads, he leaves all the talking and disciplining to my mum (so she gets the reputation of being the big bad wolf). He worked hard to provide for us when we were young and still works now to keep himself busy. I can't remember how we spent father's day when we were younger or the gifts we had given then. Most of the time it will be something like a shirt, wallet or belt etc.


Sometimes I wish, my dad could be more like those TV dads and I could reach out and give him a big hug and say I love you, but I think he would think I had gone crazy or something..


Well, enough about my dad. Here's a poem about dads. Maybe some of you could relate to this too, just like I can.


Fathers are Wonderful People


Fathers are wonderful people too little understood
And we do not sing their praises as often as we should...



And father works daily to live up to "His Image"
As protector and provider and "hero of the scrimmage"...




And perhaps that is the reason we sometimes get the notion
that fathers are not subject to things we call emotion




But if you look inside Dad's heart, where no one else can see,
You'll find he's sentimental and as soft as he can be...




But he's busy everyday in the daily race of life.
But Fathers are just wonderful in a million different ways,
And they deserve all the loving compliments and praises.




For the only reason Dad aspires to fortune and success,
Is to make the family proud of him and to bring them happiness...




A father, he's a guardian and a guide.
Someone that we can count on to be always on our side.