I shall start this entry with a big thank you. Thanks to the beautiful faces, that brightens my everyday. I can say that I am quite blessed. I have loving, cool and funny parents. I have cool, awesome and crazy friends. But, I had the privilege of dating cool and good looking people.
Now, I realize why God gave me eyes. He wants me to see the beauty in his creations. Lets take an example. My mother. From the day that I start to remember things. She was and still is the one and only beautiful creation God has ever made. She is the epitome of a women. Smart, strong, level headed, caring, gentle and many more. No words can describe her beauty. Through her eyes, I saw how much I meant to her. I was her son. Her only son. A mother's love can't be measured. It can never be compared. It can never change. I will never compare her to any women. Cause she has always been there. Through ups and downs. I remembered her, telling me. The day that I was born. I was premature. 7 months if I'm not wrong. I was small according to my dad. But I was a fighter. That was what mum said. She instilled in me, the desire to succeed in life. But up till this very moment. What have I achieved? Its a question that I ponder about everyday. Instead of achievements. All I gave to her was, the constant nagging at me for being an idiot. But she never did gave up. She always hoped and pray. That her only son would realize his true potential. Mama, that is the one word that i say everyday. But I can't remember telling her how much I love her. No matter how much I tell her that I love her. It doesn't come close to her love for me. The only son.
So what about fathers. The man of the house. A status that I would one day become. My dad, he is super cute, cool but at the same time stern. He knows when to be serious and when not to be. I remember my childhood days well. I was a naughty little devil. Always up to no good. But I was the cry baby. I had a warrant on me that says. I can do anything and get away with it. Well that is what i thought. But whenever I was too naughty. Dad would only gave me one look. That was the sign that says. Jas, you better stop doing whatever that you are doing! But he was a soft hearted man. Each time he beats me. For doing something really wrong. He would actually cry. He will hug me and say that he is sorry. He has compassion. That is when I learn that being a father is the best job on earth. Up till now. I still look up to my dad as a role model. At 66 years old. He is still good looking for his age. Other then the fact that he gets crappy, he has no bottom tooth left other then his lone standing molar right at the back of his mouth. He told me during my ORD Parade. That he was proud of me. At that point, I had tears welled up in my eyes. Never have I heard my dad saying that to me. You filled me up with respect and awe. Abah is waht I call him. That is what I want my kids to call me. Your only son.
They are the most beautiful faces I have laid my eyes upon. They are the faces that I want to be. They are the beautiful faces that I keep in my heart. They will be the only beautiful faces I have in my eyes.
Labels: Abah You're Cool, Mama You Rock
Date/time: 10/26/2010 12:36:00 AM
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