Have Dreams, Will Travel: July 2011

Friday, July 1, 2011

Last Night

This is the last night in America.

Can I believe it? No.

Again, another feeling one can only understand once you've been through what I have. This is why the 48 other Malaysians of whom I stepped onto the Land of the Free together are very special to me.

It is 11.23 pm and as I sit here on a bus back to Hilton Hotel, I just feel these rush of emotions. Having visited the Montana Senator, Malaysian embassy, and done a cultural dance performance in the same day, it's almost as if there's SO MUCH for us to absorb in one day.

I can't believe it has been six months. It's true - it has gone by SO fast and here we are, chattering with our friends or perhaps nodding off to sleep as we spend our last hours in the United States of America.

My eyelids are heavy and I don't feel like writing much but just felt compelled to pen this down, drawn to capture this moment...before it is gone. It is not every day that you are in a hotel ballroom surrounded by 550 people from the US, Germany, Malaysia, Indonesia, Kenya, South Africa, Mozambique, Saudi Arabia, Ghana, Thailand, Phillippines, and India.

(: When exactly will I return to this interesting country, I do not know. But if it is God's will, if it is fate, and if only, if only...

I shall return. But for now, I must return to my home with these new skills and experiences. To share. To learn. To grow.

Goodbye America. Till we meet again (: I will miss you.

And thank you for touching my life. I am blessed.

Thank you Lord. Amen.

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Location:Washington D.C.

Different Drummer

If you do not want what I want, please try not to tell me that my want is wrong.

Or if my beliefs are different from yours, at least pause before you set out to correct them.

Or if my emotion seems less or more intense than yours, given the same circumstances, try not to ask me to feel other than I do.

Or if I act, or fail to act, in the manner of your design for action, please let me be.

I do not, for the moment at least, ask you to understand me. That will come only when you are willing to give up trying to change me into a copy of you.

If you will allow me any of my own wants, or emotions, or beliefs, or actions, then you open yourself to the possibility that some day these ways of mine might not seem so wrong, and might finally appear as right–for me. To put up with me is the first step to understanding me.

Not that you embrace my ways as right for you, but that you are no longer irritated or disappointed with me for my seeming waywardness. And one day, perhaps, in trying to understand me, you might come to prize my differences, and, far from seeking to change me, might preserve and even cherish those differences.

I may be your spouse, your parent, your offspring, your friend, your colleague. But whatever our relation, this I know: You and I are fundamentally different and both of us have to march to our own drummer.

- Dr. David Keirsey

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Friday, July 1, 2011

Last Night