
i don't know what to write about anymore. my days are mundane, my nights, toksah cerita la. i've memorized the damn tv guide dari depan sampai lah ke belakang. and after so many social faux pas (e.g. mengumpat person a to person b only to realize, waaay into the thrashing session, that the two are actually closely connected!!), i've kept to the mantra, "if you got nutin' smart to say, then shut it." my life stories and my thoughts, i felt, was not worth sharing.
then bindi re-surfaced into my life. and my brain went into an overdrive.
i've never been a big fan of steve irwin. i first saw him on tv years ago, animated fellow that croc hunter. i don't know much about his wildlife conservation work but through my equally animated friend z (he loves to imitate steve's on-camera 'crikey' antics), i understood that mr. irwin meant a lot of good things to a lot of living beings. his tragic passing on september 4th last year, brought a public outpouring of sorrow once reserved for the princess of wales. "even creatures, great or small, grieved because they've lost the best friend they ever had." i didn't watch much of his memorial service, but i managed to catch irwin's very own 'wildlife warrior' at her best. i fell in love, in awe, instantly.
now, four months later, bindi is back. i watched her on ellen, access hollywood and i even stayed up late just to see her shine on larry king live. with proud mom terri by her side, bindi is all gusto and adult composure, talking about her hero and passion for continuing his wildlife legacy. now this kid is eight and she just lost her beloved daddy but listening to her talk about making the world, especially the animal world, a much better place, you can't help but wonder about the kind of parenting she had and continues to have.
how do you raise a child to be so thoughtful, kind, strong and smart like bindi? i know a number of children who are wise beyond their years but most who are gifted this way, i have to say, are 'socially inept.' either they are shy or insolent or just completely too cutesy they become irritating after a while. it's almost as if smartness comes at a heavy price -- no parent, no matter how much time and good they put into a child, can ever have that 'balanced' package. at least not when they're eight.
i hope to have a kid in this lifetime but how do i do it right? of course no one's perfect but don't you want your child to have bindi-like qualities? to beam with pride and not cringe everytime your little 'angel' opens his/her mouth. to be able to let your tiny tot run loose into the world without having to apologize profusely to the entire hospital waiting room coz' your 'precious' is sprawled on the floor wailing and with his pants down. to know that she is not always about 'things' but sometimes about thoughtfulness. how, do tell me, do you raise a child that's on the mark?
i know they've cloned dolly the sheep but can they clone bindi the sweet?
*go to youtube.com and type 'bindi on ellen degeneres' for latest footage. problems uploading
9 comments:
dammit! now i'm all sad again! all your fault lah arnie!
i was asked by a local magazine to write a steve irwin tribute article shortly after his death. if you don't mind a slightly longish entry, here is the article:
Ask anyone today where they were during the September 11 attack on the WTC in New York, and they will definitely have an answer. Ask anyone where they were when they heard the news of the Crocodile Hunter's death, and I can bet you they will have an answer. It is that big a deal.
When I got the news I had just had lunch with a friend and was walking back to my car. My phone rang and a client of mine was on the other end. He informed that Steve Irwin just died. I didn't believe him at first because there had been rumours before, and anyway, in my eyes, he was invincible.
"But it's on CNN!" he said.
And so it finally sank in. The Crocodile Hunter died at the age of 44, killed by one of the gentlest creatures of the sea, the sting ray.
Irwin was a big part of my life. I have always been an animal lover and when I first saw him on the television about five or six years ago, I was amazed. Here is someone who felt so comfortable with animals, compared to me who couldn't even control my then 5 inch baby iguana (now a whopping 5 feet!).
When I got hooked on the Crocodile Hunter, my whole family followed suit. We would all sit in front of the television every Monday night. We would laugh, cringe and sometimes even get irritated at his antics. Even the extended family would get in on the fun. My little cousins would laugh at me as I did my Steve-O impression with my pet python.
Oh yes, the whole family were hard-core fans. I even remember during one of my birthdays when I was living in the UK, my mother actually sent me a Crocodile Hunter e-greeting card. And they even went on a trip to Australia just to visit Australia Zoo! Boy, my brothers couldn't stop telling me about it! In fact, they still tell stories about that trip.
That was the impact of Steve-O. We never met the guy, but his enhusiasm and passion touched us and we felt like we knew him personally. And not only did we fall in love with him, but also with his wife, kids, family. zoo employees and, most importantly, the animals.
Steve-O's life was all about sending out the message of conversation. Everytime he picked up a venomous snake or jumped on top of a 12-foot crocodile, he would stress that these are beautiful animals that need our help to survive. As much as we were entertained by his bravery (or stupidity, depending on how you look at it), his message was slowly seeping in through osmosis.
To me, although I am a big animal lover and he has reinforcedthe fact, his ultimate message was to live life to the fullest. He loved animals, something he credits his parents for, ever since he was a little boy. He took that love and made it his career. He made it his life. Whenever you see him on television, it was a look of sincere joy and happiness. H really died doing what he loved.
I don't jump into croc pits or wrestle giant komodo dragons for a living. And dying at 44 sounds very premature to me. i would like to live forever but if I can't have that, then at least I would like to have said that I lived my life to the fullest. Just like Steve-O. May he rest in peace in the great crocoseum in the sky.
steve-o biggest fan dearest,
loved the article! right on the mark :)
you sad?! you should see ME cry every single time i play the damn ellen clip... bet irwin's looking down from that 'great crocoseum in the sky' and feeling proud as hell...
Bosan gila ke beb?
start a business la... supply good but cheap baby stuffs ke apa..
koman2 tolong belikan aku cloth diapers ke apa...
Arnie,
Don't you think that Bindi looks 'sejibik' like Steve Irwin. I'm amazed--she's a tough girl.
amy
girl.. in as much your writings on bindi makes my mind go overdrive if I can be a superparent.. i can't shake off the fact that your nights are already mundane.. hahahahaha.. ;)
yeah... bindi looks exactly like steve... BURUK!! hahaha!!! nasib baik her cuteness and intelligence boleh cover!!
amy and zan,
yer lah!! sejibik habis... macam cookie cutter. nasib baik macam steve irwin, kot keluar macam muka alligator yang bapak dia suke pegang... lagi haru :)
pejoh,
getting used to my monotonous life... awal2 tu sakit jugak la... now, better. soon aku masuk kelas menghias kek and menjahit baju beb... giler tak giler la muhahahaha!!!
hypenated L,
okay, maybe not THAT boring *wink wink* gimme another 6 months... muhahahahaha!!!
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