Saturday, July 26, 2008

Father Forgets.

If you have a minute or two to spare, read this. A moving piece by W. Livingston Larned.


Father Forgets
by W. Livingston Larned

Listen, son; I am saying this as you lie asleep, one little paw crumpled under your cheek and the blond curls stickily wet on your damp forehead. I have stolen into your room alone. Just a few minutes ago, as I sat reading my paper in the library, a stifling wave of remorse swept over me. Guiltily I came to your bedside.

There are things I was thinking, son: I had been cross to you. I scolded you as you were dressing for school because you gave your face merely a dab with a twoel. I took you to task for not cleaning your shoes. I called out angrily when you threw some of your things on the floor.

At breakfast I found fault, too. You spilled things. You gulped down your food. You put your elbows on the table. You spread butter too thick on your bread. And as you started off to play and I made for my train, you turned and waved a hand and called, "Goodbye, Daddy!" and I frowned, and said in reply, "Hold your shoulders back!"

Then it began all over again in the late afternoon. As I came Up the road, I spied you, down on your knees, playing marbles. There were holes in your stockings. I humiliated you before you boyfriends by marching you ahead of me to the house. Stockings were expensive - and if you had to buy them you would be more careful! Imagine that, son, form a father!

Do you remember, later, when I was reading in the library, how you came in timidly, with a sort of hurt look in your eyes? When I glanced up over my paper, impatient at the interruption, you hesitated at the door. "What is it you want?" I snapped.

You said nothing, but ran across in one tempestuous plunge, and threw your arms around my neck and kissed me, and your small arms tightened with an affection that God had set blooming in your heart and which even neglect could not wither. And then you were gone, pattering up the stairs.

Well, son, it was shortly afterwards that my paper slipped from my hands and a terrible sickening fear came over me. What has habit been doing to me? The habit of finding fault, of reprimanding - this was my reward to your for being a boy. It was not that I did not love you; it was that I expected too muchof youth. I was measuring you by the yardstick of my own years.

And there was so much that was good and fine and true in yourcharacter. The little heart of you was as big as the dawn itself overthe wide hills. This was shown by your spontaneous impulse to rush in and kiss me good night. Nothing else matters tonight, son. I have come to your bedside in the darkness, and I have knelt there, ashamed!

It is a feeble atonement; I know you would not understand these things if I told them to you during your waking hours. But tomorrow I will be a real daddy! I will chum with you, and suffer when you suffer, and laugh when you alugh. I will bite my tongue when impatient words come. I will keep saying as if it were a ritual: "He is nothing buy a boy - a little boy!"

I am afraid I have visualized you as a man. Yet as I see you now, son, crumpled and weary in your cot, I see that you are still a baby. Yesterday you were in your mother's arms, your head on her shoulder. I have asked too much, too much.

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

The Best Batman Trailer By Far.

This is by far the best Batman trailer. This will really ignite the desire of those who have not watched it yet. And for those who has, try catching the deleted scene.

Quite interesting.

Btw, for those who have not watched it.

This will not spoil your movie.



Enjoy.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

The Forbidden Kingdom.

I was brought up with afew assumptions in life:

A) Jackie Chan is a good actor

B) Jet Li is a good actor

Hence, the math is simple, put them both in the same picture and you'll get yourself a blockbuster.

Appearantly, that was not the case...

The new show starring Jackie + Jet is what we would call a bloody flop. Miserable is an overstatement. It was almost..., torturous. Poor acting, terrible CGI, and monotonous commentary is what the show is all about, with a pathetic storyline. Both Jackie and Jet should go back to their roots, to the days of Drunken Master and Once Upon A Time In China to produce really good shows.





The Forbidden Kingdom.

Waste of money, waste of time. Simply pathetic.

Saluda al Campeon!

This may be a couple months late.

But needless to say, I mean it with all my heart.

Hala Madrid!





Saluda al campeon!!

The Biggest Loser

And this years biggest loser goes to....





Samuel Eto'o.

For intentionally missing out Guard Of Honour against Real Madrid in the Bernabeu.





Eto'o, cabrón, Saluda al campeon!

Look Whos Back

Look whos back....

With a BANG!





El Fenomeno!

Welcome back!
 
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