If you wander off too far, my love will get you home.
If you follow the wrong star, my love will get you home.
If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone,
get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home.
Boy, my love will get you home.
If the bright lights blinds your eyes, my love will get you home.
If your troubles break your stride, my love will get you home.
If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone,
get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home.
Boy, my love will get you home.
If you ever feel ashame, my love will get you home.
If its only you to blame, my love will get you home.
If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone,
get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home.
Boy, my love will get you homeIf you ever find yourself, lost and all alone,
get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home
Boy, my love will get you home
Boy, my love will be you home
Friday, November 6, 2009
new blog skin
it been a while since my last post.my blog skin has some problem and fail to show all my post.so that i choose a new blog skin to replace it.but i can't find one that i really like so i just simply choose one.i hope you all don't mind and sorry for the troubles.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
"Are you the new person drawn toward me?"
by Walt Whitman
Are you the new person drawn toward me?
To begin with, take warning, I am surely far different from what you suppose;
Do you suppose you will find in me your ideal?
Do you think it so easy to have me become your lover?
Do you think the friendship of me would be unalloy’d satisfaction?
Do you think I am trusty and faithful?
Do you see no further than this façade, this smooth and tolerant manner of me?
Do you suppose yourself advancing on real ground toward a real heroic man?
Have you no thought, O dreamer, that it may be all maya, illusion?
by Walt Whitman
Are you the new person drawn toward me?
To begin with, take warning, I am surely far different from what you suppose;
Do you suppose you will find in me your ideal?
Do you think it so easy to have me become your lover?
Do you think the friendship of me would be unalloy’d satisfaction?
Do you think I am trusty and faithful?
Do you see no further than this façade, this smooth and tolerant manner of me?
Do you suppose yourself advancing on real ground toward a real heroic man?
Have you no thought, O dreamer, that it may be all maya, illusion?
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
the bride of the water god
this is the first korea comic i read. and the story is super nice.i had put the link on the list .go and read it but it is a girl comic. the drawing in the comic is the best i even seen.i dun think i can draw that nice in my life.hey, kah mei ,jo jo bear and other comics lovers,remember to read it since pmr is already finish.i still wonder is there a happy ending for soah and habaek ?
the story line:Soah is a girl from a small village suffering from a long devastating drought.
In order to appease the Water God,
the most beautiful girl from their village must be sacrificed. Soah is chosen to become Habaek`s bride,
but instead of dying at the hands of a monster,
she was unexpectedly rescued by Habaek and brought to his Water Kingdom.
As Soah learns to live in a strange new world filled with gods,
As Soah learns to live in a strange new world filled with gods,
she is caught up in various intrigues surrounding Habaek and finds it increasingly difficult to know who she can trust.
In the midst of such trouble,
she finds she has fallen in love with Muhee,
unaware that the young man is the true form of the childlike Habaek, who, too, has fallen in love with her.
winx club season 4 came out already!yeah!last time ,when i was standed 5 or 6 ,i m so crazy of it.this holiday is so boring so i went and search any nice video on you tube and i found it!it reminds me my days during primary school and my childhood friends.lay ling and ee ling,i miss you so much.i still remember even guys also read the winx club comic.i can spend the whole day just drawing winx!in winx club season 4 ,they become more powerful faries called belivix.they also come to earth to save the last fairy on earth from the fairy hunters.go and watch it,ok?must support winx club!
p.s support Lilo and Stitch the most
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
^^
time passed so fast,next week is already PMR.
i am so worry cos all this while i did badly in trial.
1st trial only 4A,2nd also 4A and finally the 3rd trial i got 6A.but everybody still better than me.
my geo and sej is super terrible.i dun think i can get A.
MAYBE chinese and maths i can score A.
but others subjects i dun think so.
ai~hu is the one who create PMR?
i really hate him/her!!!!!
oh ya,gud luck,guys^^
i am so worry cos all this while i did badly in trial.
1st trial only 4A,2nd also 4A and finally the 3rd trial i got 6A.but everybody still better than me.
my geo and sej is super terrible.i dun think i can get A.
MAYBE chinese and maths i can score A.
but others subjects i dun think so.
ai~hu is the one who create PMR?
i really hate him/her!!!!!
oh ya,gud luck,guys^^
Friday, July 3, 2009
it might be long but touching
it might be long but touching
>> Dear family and friends
>>> We read stuffs like this all the time but we stubbornly
> do not learn from it.
>> Take some time to read.
>> It has brought tears to my eyes!!!
>> > This is long but really worth reading and is a true story ...
> you may have received it..
>but it is worth to be reminded of it
> again.
> >> >> > WHAT GRUDGES CAN DO...
.> > =======================> > >> >
This is for all the single, married, divorced, widowed
> individuals, who take life for granted. Please I BEG YOU,
> read this story until the
> > END, it is such an opener. You never Know.........!
> >
> >> > Just two years after our marriage, hubby brought up
> the idea of asking Mother to move from the rural hometown
> and spend her remaining years with
> > us. Hubby's father passed away while he was still
> very young.
> > Mother endured much hardship and struggled all on
> her own to provide for him, see him through to
> a university degree. You could say that she
> > suffered a great deal and did everything you could
> expect of a woman to bring hubby to where he is today. I
> immediately agreed and started
> > packing the spare room, which has a balcony facing
> the South to let her enjoy the sunshine and
> plant greenery. Hubby stood in the bright room, and
> suddenly just picked me up and started spinning round and
> round. As I begged him to put me down, he said:
> "Lets go fetch mother." Hubby
> > is tall and big sized and I love to rest on his
> chest and enjoy the feeling that he could pick me up
> at any moment and put the tiny me into his pockets
.> > Whenever we have an argument and both refuses to back
> down, he would pick me up and spin me over his head
> continuously until I surrender
> > and beg for mercy. I became addicted to this kind of
> panic-joy feeling.
> > > > Mother brought along her countryside habits and
> lifestyle with her. For example; I am so used to buying
> flowers to decorate the living room,
> > she could not stand it and would comment: "I do
> not know how you young people spend your money, why do you
> buy flowers for? You also can't
> > eat flowers!" I smiled and said: "Mum
,> with flowers in the house, our mood will also
> become better." Mother continues to grumble away,
> and hubb
y> > smiled: "Mum, this is a city-people's habit;
> slowly you will get use to it.
"> > > > Mother stopped saying anything. But every
> time thereafter, whenever I came home with flowers, she
> would ask me how much it costs. I
> > told her and she would shake her head
> and express displeasure. Sometimes, when I come home with
> lots of shopping bags, she would ask
> > each and every item how much they cost, I would tell
> her honestly and she would get even more upset about it.
> Hubby playfully pinched my nose
> > and said: "You little fool, just don't tell
> her the full price of everything would solve it."
> > > > There begins the friction to our otherwise happy
> lifestyle.
> > > > Mother hates it most when hubby wakes up early to
> prepare the breakfast. In your view, how could the man of
> > the house cook for the wife? At the breakfast table,
> mother's facial expression is always like the dark
> clouds before a thunderstorm and I
> > would pretend not to notice. She would use her
> chopsticks and make a lot of noise with it as her silent
> protest.
> > > > As I am a dance teacher in the Children's Palace
> and am exhausted from a long day of dancing around, I do
> not wish to give up the luxury of
> > that additional few minutes in the comfort of my bed
> and hence I turned a deaf ear to all the protest mother
> makes. From time to time, mother
> > would help out with some housework, but soon her help
> created additional work for me. For example: she would
> keep all kinds of plastic bags
> > accumulating them so that she sell them later on, and
> resulted in our house being filled with all the trash
> bags; she would scrimp on dish washing
> > detergent when helping to wash the dishes and so as
> not to hurt her feelings, I would quietly wash them
> again.
> > > > One day, late at night, mother saw me quietly washing
> the dishes, and "Bam" she slams her bedroom door
> and cried very loudly in her room. Hubby was
> > placed in a difficult position, and after that, he
> did not speak to me for that entire night. I pretended to
> be a spoilt child, tried acting cute, but he totally
> > ignored me.... I got mad and asked
> him: "What did I do wrong?" Hubby stared at me
> and said: "Can't you just give in to her once? We
> couldn't
> > possibly die eating from a bowl however unclean it
> is, right?" After that incident, for a long period of
> time, mother did not speak to me and
> > you can feel that there is a very
> awkward feeling hanging in the house.
> > During that period of cold war, hubby was caught
> in dilemma as to who to please.
> > > > In order to stop her son from having to
> prepare breakfast, mother took on the "all
> important" task of preparing breakfast without any
> prompting. At the
> > breakfast table, mother would look at hubby happily
> eating his breakfast and cast that reprimanding stare at
> me for having failed to perform my duty as
> > a wife. To avoid the embarrassing breakfast
> situation, I resorted to buying my own breakfast on my
> way to work. That night, while in bed, hubby was a
> little upset and asked me: "LD, is it because
> you think that mum's cooking is not clean that's
> why you chose not to eat at home?" He then turned his
> back
> > on me and left me alone in tears as feeling of
> unfairness overwhelmed me. After some time, hubby sighed:
> "LD, just for me, can you have
> > breakfast at home?" I am left with
> no choice but to return to the breakfast table.
> > > > The next morning, I was having porridge prepared by
> mother and I felt a sudden churn in my stomach and
> everything inside
> > seem to be rushing up my throat. I tried to suppress
> the urge to throw up but I could not. I threw down the
> bowl, rushed into the washroom, and
> > vomited everything out. Just as I was
> catching my breath, I saw mother crying and grumbling
> very loudly in her dialect, hubby was standing at
> > the washroom doorway staring at me with fire burning
> in his eyes.. I opened my mouth but no words came out of
> it, I really did not mean it
.> >> > We had our very first big fight that day; mother
> took a look at us, then stood up and slowly made her way
> out of the house. Hubby gave me a final
> > stare in the eye and followed mother down the stairs.
> For three days, hubby did not return home, not even a
> phone call. I was so furious, since mother
> > arrived; I had been trying my best and putting up
> with her, what else do you want me to do? For no reason,
> I keep having the feeling to throw up and I
> > simply have no appetite for food, coupled with
> all the events happening at home, I was then at the low point
> in my life.
> > > > Finally, a colleague said: "LD, you look
> terrible; you should go and see a doctor."
> The doctor confirmed that I am pregnant.
> > Now it became clear to me why I threw up that fateful
> morning, a sense of sadness floated through
> that otherwise happy news. Why didn't hubby, and
> > mother who had been through this before, thought of
> the possibility of this being the reason that day? At the
> hospital entrance, I saw my hubby standing
> > there. It had only been three days, but he looked
> haggard. I had wanted to turn and leave, but one look at
> him and my heart soften, I couldn't resist and
> > called out to him. He followed my voice
> and finally found me but he pretended that he doesn't
> know me; he has that disgusted look in his
> > eyes that cut right through my heart. I
> told myself not to look at him anymore, and hail a cab.
> At that moment, I have such a strong urge
> > inside me to shout to my hubby: "Darling, I
> am having your baby!" and have him lift me up and
> spin me around in circles of joy. What I wanted
> > didn't happen and as I sat in the cab,
> my tears started rolling down. Why? Why our love
> couldn't even withstand the test of one fight?
> > > > Back home, I lay on the bed thinking about my
> hubby, and the disgusted look in his eyes. I cried
> and wet the corner of the blanket. That night, sound of
> > the drawers opening woke me up. I switched on the
> lights and I saw hubby with tears rolling down his face.
> He was
> > removing the money. I stared at him in silence; he
> ignored me, took the bank deposit book and some money and
> left the house. Maybe he really
> > intends to leave me for good.. What a
> rational man, so clear-cut in love and money matters. I
> gave a few dried laugh and
> > tears starting streaming down again. The next day, I
> did not go to work. I wanted to clear this out and have a
> good talk with hubby. I reached
> > his office and his secretary gave me a weird look
> and said: "Mr. Tan's mother had a traffic accident
> and is now in the hospital."
> > > > I stood there in shock. I rushed to the hospital and
> by the time I found hubby, mother had already passed
> away. Hubby did not look at me, his face was
> > expressionless. I looked at mother's
> pale white and thin face and I couldn't control the
> tears in my eyes. My god, how could this happen?
> > Throughout the funeral, hubby did not say
> a single word to me, with only the occasional disgusted
> stare at me. I only managed to find out brief
> > facts about the accident from other people.
> > That day, after mother left the house, she walked in
> dazed toward the bus stop, apparently intending to go back
> to her old house back in the countryside. As hubby
> ran after her, she tried to walk faster and as she tried
> to cross the street, a public bus came and hit her...I
> finally understood how
> > much hubby must hate me, if I had not thrown up that
> morning, if we had not quarreled, if....In his heart, I
> am indirectly the killer of his mother..
> > > > Hubby moved into mother's room and came home every
> night with a strong liquor smell on him. And me,
> I am buried under the guilt
> > and self-pity and could hardly breathe. I wanted
> to explain to him, tell him that we are going to have our
> baby soon but each time, I saw the
> > dead look in his eyes, all the words I have
> at the brink of my mouth just fell back in. I had rather
> he hit me real hard or give me a big and
> > thorough scolding though none of these events
> happening had been my fault at all.
> > Many days of suffocating silence went by and as
> the days went by, hubby came home later and later.
> > The deadlock between us continues, we were living
> together like strangers who don't know each other. I
> am like the dead knot in his heart.
> > > > One day, I passed by a western restaurant, looking
> into the glass window, I saw hubby and a girl sitting
> facing each other and he very lightly
> > brushed her hair for her, I understood what it meant.
> After recovering from that moment of shock, I entered the
> restaurant, stood in front of
> > my hubby and stared hard at him, not a tear in my
> eyes. I have nothing to say to him, and there is no need
> to say anything. The girl looked
> > at me, looks at hubby, stands up and wanted to go,
> hubby stretched out his hand and stopped her. He stared
> back at me,challenging me. I can
> > only hear my slow heart beat, beating, one by one as
> if at the brink of death. I eventually backed down, if I
>had stood that any longer,
> I will collapse
> together with the baby inside me. That night, he
> did not come home; he had chosen to use that as a way to
> indicate to me:
> Following mother's death so
> did our love for each other.
> > > > He did not come home anymore after that. Sometimes,
> when I returned home from work, I can tell that the
> cupboard had been touched - he had returned to
> take some of his stuff. I no longer wish to call him; the
> initial desire to explain everything to him vanished. I
> lived alone; I go for my medical checkups alone, my
> heart breaks again and again every time I see a guy
> carefully helping his wife through the physical
> examination. My office colleagues
> > hinted to me to consider aborting the baby, I told
> them No, I will not.. I insisted on having to this baby,
> perhaps it is my way of repaying mother
> > for causing her death. One day, I came home and I
> saw hubby sitting in the living room. The whole house was
> filled with cigarette smoke. On the coffee
> > table, there was this piece of paper. I know what it
> is all about without even looking at it. In the two
> months plus of living alone, I have gradually learned
> > to find peace within myself.
> > I looked at him, removed my hat and said: "You
> wait a while, I will sign." He looked at me, mixed
> feelings in his eyes, just like mine.
> > > > As I hang up my coat, I keep repeating to myself
> "You cannot cry, you cannot cry..." my eyes
> hurt terribly, but I refused to let tears come out from
> there
.> > After I hung up my coat, hubby's
> eyes stared fixed at my bulging tummy. I smiled, walked
> over to the coffee table and pulled the paper towards me.
>
> Without even looking at what it says,
> I signed my name on it and pushed the paper to him.
> "LD, are you pregnant?"
> Since mother's accident, this is the first time he
> spoke to me. I could not control my tears any further and
> they fell like raindrops. I said: "Yes, but its ok,
> you can leave now." He did not go, in the dark,
> we sat, facing each other. Hubby slowly moved over me, his
> tear wet the blanket. In my heart, everything seems so
> far away, so far that
> > even if I sprint, I could never reach them. I cannot
> remember how many times he repeated "sorry" to
> me. I had originally thought that I would forgive him,
> but now I can't. In the western restaurant, in front of
> that girl, that cold look in his eyes, I will never
> forget, ever.
> > We have drawn such deep scars in each other's
> heart. For me, it's unintentional; for him, totally
> intentional. I had been waiting for this moment of
> > reconciliation, but I realized now, what had gone
> past is gone forever and could not be repeated.
> > > > Other than the thought of the baby inside me that
> would bring some warmth to my heart, I am totally cold
> towards him, I no longer eat anything he
> > buys for me, I don't take any presents from him
> and I stopped talking to him..
> > From the moment I signed on that piece of paper,
> marriage and love had vanished from my heart. Sometimes,
> hubby will try to come into the
> > bedroom, but when he walks in, I will walk out to the
> living room.
> > He had no choice but to sleep in mother's room.
> At night, from his room, I can hear light sounds of
> groaning, I kept quiet. This used to be his trick; last
> > time, whenever I ignore him, he would fake
> illness and I will surrender and find out what is wrong
> with him, he would then grab me and laugh. He has
> > forgotten that last time I cared for him
> and am concerned because there was love, but now, what is
> there between us?
> > Hubby's groaning came on and off continuing but I
> continuously ignored him.
> > > > Almost everyday, he would buy something for the baby,
> infant products, children products and books that kids
> like to read.
> > Bags and bags of it stacked inside his room till it
> is full. I know he is trying to use this to reach out to
> me, but I am no longer moved by his actions. He has
> no choice but to lock himself in his room and I can hear
> him typing away on his computer keyboard, maybe he is
> now addicted to web surfing but none
> > of that matters to me anymore. It was sometime
> towards the end of spring in the following year, one
> late night, I screamed because of a sudden stomach
> pain, hubby came rushing into the room, its like he
> did not change and sleep, and had been waiting
> for this moment. He carried me and ran down the
> stairs, stopped a car, holding my hand very tightly and
> kept wiping the sweat off my brow, throughout the journey
> to the hospital. Once we reached the hospital,
> he carried me and hurried into the delivery suite. Lying
> on the back of his skinny but warmth body, a though
t> crossed my mind: In my lifetime, who else would love
> me as much as he did?
> > > > He held the delivery suite door opened and watch me
> go in; his warm eyes caused me to manage a smile at him
> despite my contraction pain. Coming out of the
> delivery room, hubby looked at our son and me, eyes tear
> with joy and he kept smiling. I reached out and touched
> his hand. Hubby looked at me, smiling and then he
> slowly collapsed onto the floor. I cried out for him in
> pain... He smiled, but without opening that tired eyes of
> his... I had
> > thought that I would never shed any tear for him, but
> the truth is, I have never felt a deeper pain cutting
> through my body at that moment.
> > Doctor said that by the time hubby discovered he had
> liver cancer, it was already in terminal stage and it was
> a miracle that he managed
> > to last this long. I asked the doctor when he first
> discovered he had cancer. Doctor said about 5 months ago
> and consoled me saying: "Prepare for his
> > funeral."
> > > > I disregarded the nurse's objection and
> rushed home, I went into his room and checked his
> computer, and a suffocating pain hits me. Hubby's
> cancer was discovered 5 months ago, his groaning
> was real, and I had thought that... the
> computer showed over 200 thousand words he wrote for our
> son:
> > "Son, just for you, I have persisted, to be able
> to take a look at you before I fall, is my biggest wish
> now... I know that in your life, you will have many
> happiness and maybe some setbacks, if only I can accompany
> you throughout that journey, how nice would it be. But
> daddy now no longer has that chance. Daddy has
> written inside here all the possible difficulties and
> problems you may encounter during your lifetime, when you
> meet with these problems, you can refer to daddy's> suggestion....
> >> > Son, after writing these 200 thousand words, I feel
> as if I have accompanied you through life journey. To be
> honest, daddy is very happy. Do love your mother, she
> has suffered, she is the one who loves you most and also
> the one who loves me most..."
> > From play school to primary school,
> to secondary, university, to work and even in dealing
> with questions of love, everything big and small was
> > written there.
> > > > Hubby has also written a letter for me:
> > > > "My dear, to marry you is my biggest
> happiness, forgive me for the pain I have caused you,
> forgive me for not telling you my illness, because I
> > want to see you be in a joyful mood waiting for
> the arrival of our baby...My dear, if you cried, it means
> that you have forgiven me and I
> > would smile, thank you for loving me...These presents,
> I'm afraid I cannot give them to our son personally,
> could you help me to give some
> > of them to him every year, the dates on what to give
> when are all written on the packaging... "
> > > > Going back to the hospital, hubby is still in coma. I
> brought our son over and place him beside him. I said:
> "Open your eyes and smile, I want
> > our son to remember being in the warmth of your
> arms..." He struggled to open his eyes and managed a
> weak smile. Our son still in his arms was happily
> > waving his tiny hands in the air. I press the button
> on the camera and the sound of the shutter rang through
> the air as tears slowly rolled down my
> > face.... A fatal misunderstanding and the person who
> loves me the most in this world is gone
> forever..."Cruel misunderstandings one after
> another disrupted the blissful footsteps to our family.
> Our original intend of having Mother enjoy some quiet
> and peaceful moments in her remaining years
> > with us went terribly wrong as destiny's secret
> is finally revealed at a price, every thing became too
> late.".........
> > > > This is a true story!
>> > LEARNING POINT - DO NOT EVER HOLD ON TO OFFENCES!!!
> >> > I am totally speechless, this story brought tears
> to my eyes as I read through each line eager to know what
> would happen next. It truly showed
> > the devastating power of grudges and anger!
> > Simple humility and communication would have
> resolved most of the problems in that story, as well as
> patience.... This story has really touched
> > my heart and life as a whole and it has stimulated a
> paradigm shift.
> > Though it is very sad, it is also very refreshing to
> know that from today, I can consciously start to live a
> life free of grudge.
> People, please...let's live a life devoid of grudges.
> Communication with your loved ones, is THE key.
>> Dear family and friends
>>> We read stuffs like this all the time but we stubbornly
> do not learn from it.
>> Take some time to read.
>> It has brought tears to my eyes!!!
>> > This is long but really worth reading and is a true story ...
> you may have received it..
>but it is worth to be reminded of it
> again.
> >> >> > WHAT GRUDGES CAN DO...
.> > =======================> > >> >
This is for all the single, married, divorced, widowed
> individuals, who take life for granted. Please I BEG YOU,
> read this story until the
> > END, it is such an opener. You never Know.........!
> >
> >> > Just two years after our marriage, hubby brought up
> the idea of asking Mother to move from the rural hometown
> and spend her remaining years with
> > us. Hubby's father passed away while he was still
> very young.
> > Mother endured much hardship and struggled all on
> her own to provide for him, see him through to
> a university degree. You could say that she
> > suffered a great deal and did everything you could
> expect of a woman to bring hubby to where he is today. I
> immediately agreed and started
> > packing the spare room, which has a balcony facing
> the South to let her enjoy the sunshine and
> plant greenery. Hubby stood in the bright room, and
> suddenly just picked me up and started spinning round and
> round. As I begged him to put me down, he said:
> "Lets go fetch mother." Hubby
> > is tall and big sized and I love to rest on his
> chest and enjoy the feeling that he could pick me up
> at any moment and put the tiny me into his pockets
.> > Whenever we have an argument and both refuses to back
> down, he would pick me up and spin me over his head
> continuously until I surrender
> > and beg for mercy. I became addicted to this kind of
> panic-joy feeling.
> > > > Mother brought along her countryside habits and
> lifestyle with her. For example; I am so used to buying
> flowers to decorate the living room,
> > she could not stand it and would comment: "I do
> not know how you young people spend your money, why do you
> buy flowers for? You also can't
> > eat flowers!" I smiled and said: "Mum
,> with flowers in the house, our mood will also
> become better." Mother continues to grumble away,
> and hubb
y> > smiled: "Mum, this is a city-people's habit;
> slowly you will get use to it.
"> > > > Mother stopped saying anything. But every
> time thereafter, whenever I came home with flowers, she
> would ask me how much it costs. I
> > told her and she would shake her head
> and express displeasure. Sometimes, when I come home with
> lots of shopping bags, she would ask
> > each and every item how much they cost, I would tell
> her honestly and she would get even more upset about it.
> Hubby playfully pinched my nose
> > and said: "You little fool, just don't tell
> her the full price of everything would solve it."
> > > > There begins the friction to our otherwise happy
> lifestyle.
> > > > Mother hates it most when hubby wakes up early to
> prepare the breakfast. In your view, how could the man of
> > the house cook for the wife? At the breakfast table,
> mother's facial expression is always like the dark
> clouds before a thunderstorm and I
> > would pretend not to notice. She would use her
> chopsticks and make a lot of noise with it as her silent
> protest.
> > > > As I am a dance teacher in the Children's Palace
> and am exhausted from a long day of dancing around, I do
> not wish to give up the luxury of
> > that additional few minutes in the comfort of my bed
> and hence I turned a deaf ear to all the protest mother
> makes. From time to time, mother
> > would help out with some housework, but soon her help
> created additional work for me. For example: she would
> keep all kinds of plastic bags
> > accumulating them so that she sell them later on, and
> resulted in our house being filled with all the trash
> bags; she would scrimp on dish washing
> > detergent when helping to wash the dishes and so as
> not to hurt her feelings, I would quietly wash them
> again.
> > > > One day, late at night, mother saw me quietly washing
> the dishes, and "Bam" she slams her bedroom door
> and cried very loudly in her room. Hubby was
> > placed in a difficult position, and after that, he
> did not speak to me for that entire night. I pretended to
> be a spoilt child, tried acting cute, but he totally
> > ignored me.... I got mad and asked
> him: "What did I do wrong?" Hubby stared at me
> and said: "Can't you just give in to her once? We
> couldn't
> > possibly die eating from a bowl however unclean it
> is, right?" After that incident, for a long period of
> time, mother did not speak to me and
> > you can feel that there is a very
> awkward feeling hanging in the house.
> > During that period of cold war, hubby was caught
> in dilemma as to who to please.
> > > > In order to stop her son from having to
> prepare breakfast, mother took on the "all
> important" task of preparing breakfast without any
> prompting. At the
> > breakfast table, mother would look at hubby happily
> eating his breakfast and cast that reprimanding stare at
> me for having failed to perform my duty as
> > a wife. To avoid the embarrassing breakfast
> situation, I resorted to buying my own breakfast on my
> way to work. That night, while in bed, hubby was a
> little upset and asked me: "LD, is it because
> you think that mum's cooking is not clean that's
> why you chose not to eat at home?" He then turned his
> back
> > on me and left me alone in tears as feeling of
> unfairness overwhelmed me. After some time, hubby sighed:
> "LD, just for me, can you have
> > breakfast at home?" I am left with
> no choice but to return to the breakfast table.
> > > > The next morning, I was having porridge prepared by
> mother and I felt a sudden churn in my stomach and
> everything inside
> > seem to be rushing up my throat. I tried to suppress
> the urge to throw up but I could not. I threw down the
> bowl, rushed into the washroom, and
> > vomited everything out. Just as I was
> catching my breath, I saw mother crying and grumbling
> very loudly in her dialect, hubby was standing at
> > the washroom doorway staring at me with fire burning
> in his eyes.. I opened my mouth but no words came out of
> it, I really did not mean it
.> >> > We had our very first big fight that day; mother
> took a look at us, then stood up and slowly made her way
> out of the house. Hubby gave me a final
> > stare in the eye and followed mother down the stairs.
> For three days, hubby did not return home, not even a
> phone call. I was so furious, since mother
> > arrived; I had been trying my best and putting up
> with her, what else do you want me to do? For no reason,
> I keep having the feeling to throw up and I
> > simply have no appetite for food, coupled with
> all the events happening at home, I was then at the low point
> in my life.
> > > > Finally, a colleague said: "LD, you look
> terrible; you should go and see a doctor."
> The doctor confirmed that I am pregnant.
> > Now it became clear to me why I threw up that fateful
> morning, a sense of sadness floated through
> that otherwise happy news. Why didn't hubby, and
> > mother who had been through this before, thought of
> the possibility of this being the reason that day? At the
> hospital entrance, I saw my hubby standing
> > there. It had only been three days, but he looked
> haggard. I had wanted to turn and leave, but one look at
> him and my heart soften, I couldn't resist and
> > called out to him. He followed my voice
> and finally found me but he pretended that he doesn't
> know me; he has that disgusted look in his
> > eyes that cut right through my heart. I
> told myself not to look at him anymore, and hail a cab.
> At that moment, I have such a strong urge
> > inside me to shout to my hubby: "Darling, I
> am having your baby!" and have him lift me up and
> spin me around in circles of joy. What I wanted
> > didn't happen and as I sat in the cab,
> my tears started rolling down. Why? Why our love
> couldn't even withstand the test of one fight?
> > > > Back home, I lay on the bed thinking about my
> hubby, and the disgusted look in his eyes. I cried
> and wet the corner of the blanket. That night, sound of
> > the drawers opening woke me up. I switched on the
> lights and I saw hubby with tears rolling down his face.
> He was
> > removing the money. I stared at him in silence; he
> ignored me, took the bank deposit book and some money and
> left the house. Maybe he really
> > intends to leave me for good.. What a
> rational man, so clear-cut in love and money matters. I
> gave a few dried laugh and
> > tears starting streaming down again. The next day, I
> did not go to work. I wanted to clear this out and have a
> good talk with hubby. I reached
> > his office and his secretary gave me a weird look
> and said: "Mr. Tan's mother had a traffic accident
> and is now in the hospital."
> > > > I stood there in shock. I rushed to the hospital and
> by the time I found hubby, mother had already passed
> away. Hubby did not look at me, his face was
> > expressionless. I looked at mother's
> pale white and thin face and I couldn't control the
> tears in my eyes. My god, how could this happen?
> > Throughout the funeral, hubby did not say
> a single word to me, with only the occasional disgusted
> stare at me. I only managed to find out brief
> > facts about the accident from other people.
> > That day, after mother left the house, she walked in
> dazed toward the bus stop, apparently intending to go back
> to her old house back in the countryside. As hubby
> ran after her, she tried to walk faster and as she tried
> to cross the street, a public bus came and hit her...I
> finally understood how
> > much hubby must hate me, if I had not thrown up that
> morning, if we had not quarreled, if....In his heart, I
> am indirectly the killer of his mother..
> > > > Hubby moved into mother's room and came home every
> night with a strong liquor smell on him. And me,
> I am buried under the guilt
> > and self-pity and could hardly breathe. I wanted
> to explain to him, tell him that we are going to have our
> baby soon but each time, I saw the
> > dead look in his eyes, all the words I have
> at the brink of my mouth just fell back in. I had rather
> he hit me real hard or give me a big and
> > thorough scolding though none of these events
> happening had been my fault at all.
> > Many days of suffocating silence went by and as
> the days went by, hubby came home later and later.
> > The deadlock between us continues, we were living
> together like strangers who don't know each other. I
> am like the dead knot in his heart.
> > > > One day, I passed by a western restaurant, looking
> into the glass window, I saw hubby and a girl sitting
> facing each other and he very lightly
> > brushed her hair for her, I understood what it meant.
> After recovering from that moment of shock, I entered the
> restaurant, stood in front of
> > my hubby and stared hard at him, not a tear in my
> eyes. I have nothing to say to him, and there is no need
> to say anything. The girl looked
> > at me, looks at hubby, stands up and wanted to go,
> hubby stretched out his hand and stopped her. He stared
> back at me,challenging me. I can
> > only hear my slow heart beat, beating, one by one as
> if at the brink of death. I eventually backed down, if I
>had stood that any longer,
> I will collapse
> together with the baby inside me. That night, he
> did not come home; he had chosen to use that as a way to
> indicate to me:
> Following mother's death so
> did our love for each other.
> > > > He did not come home anymore after that. Sometimes,
> when I returned home from work, I can tell that the
> cupboard had been touched - he had returned to
> take some of his stuff. I no longer wish to call him; the
> initial desire to explain everything to him vanished. I
> lived alone; I go for my medical checkups alone, my
> heart breaks again and again every time I see a guy
> carefully helping his wife through the physical
> examination. My office colleagues
> > hinted to me to consider aborting the baby, I told
> them No, I will not.. I insisted on having to this baby,
> perhaps it is my way of repaying mother
> > for causing her death. One day, I came home and I
> saw hubby sitting in the living room. The whole house was
> filled with cigarette smoke. On the coffee
> > table, there was this piece of paper. I know what it
> is all about without even looking at it. In the two
> months plus of living alone, I have gradually learned
> > to find peace within myself.
> > I looked at him, removed my hat and said: "You
> wait a while, I will sign." He looked at me, mixed
> feelings in his eyes, just like mine.
> > > > As I hang up my coat, I keep repeating to myself
> "You cannot cry, you cannot cry..." my eyes
> hurt terribly, but I refused to let tears come out from
> there
.> > After I hung up my coat, hubby's
> eyes stared fixed at my bulging tummy. I smiled, walked
> over to the coffee table and pulled the paper towards me.
>
> Without even looking at what it says,
> I signed my name on it and pushed the paper to him.
> "LD, are you pregnant?"
> Since mother's accident, this is the first time he
> spoke to me. I could not control my tears any further and
> they fell like raindrops. I said: "Yes, but its ok,
> you can leave now." He did not go, in the dark,
> we sat, facing each other. Hubby slowly moved over me, his
> tear wet the blanket. In my heart, everything seems so
> far away, so far that
> > even if I sprint, I could never reach them. I cannot
> remember how many times he repeated "sorry" to
> me. I had originally thought that I would forgive him,
> but now I can't. In the western restaurant, in front of
> that girl, that cold look in his eyes, I will never
> forget, ever.
> > We have drawn such deep scars in each other's
> heart. For me, it's unintentional; for him, totally
> intentional. I had been waiting for this moment of
> > reconciliation, but I realized now, what had gone
> past is gone forever and could not be repeated.
> > > > Other than the thought of the baby inside me that
> would bring some warmth to my heart, I am totally cold
> towards him, I no longer eat anything he
> > buys for me, I don't take any presents from him
> and I stopped talking to him..
> > From the moment I signed on that piece of paper,
> marriage and love had vanished from my heart. Sometimes,
> hubby will try to come into the
> > bedroom, but when he walks in, I will walk out to the
> living room.
> > He had no choice but to sleep in mother's room.
> At night, from his room, I can hear light sounds of
> groaning, I kept quiet. This used to be his trick; last
> > time, whenever I ignore him, he would fake
> illness and I will surrender and find out what is wrong
> with him, he would then grab me and laugh. He has
> > forgotten that last time I cared for him
> and am concerned because there was love, but now, what is
> there between us?
> > Hubby's groaning came on and off continuing but I
> continuously ignored him.
> > > > Almost everyday, he would buy something for the baby,
> infant products, children products and books that kids
> like to read.
> > Bags and bags of it stacked inside his room till it
> is full. I know he is trying to use this to reach out to
> me, but I am no longer moved by his actions. He has
> no choice but to lock himself in his room and I can hear
> him typing away on his computer keyboard, maybe he is
> now addicted to web surfing but none
> > of that matters to me anymore. It was sometime
> towards the end of spring in the following year, one
> late night, I screamed because of a sudden stomach
> pain, hubby came rushing into the room, its like he
> did not change and sleep, and had been waiting
> for this moment. He carried me and ran down the
> stairs, stopped a car, holding my hand very tightly and
> kept wiping the sweat off my brow, throughout the journey
> to the hospital. Once we reached the hospital,
> he carried me and hurried into the delivery suite. Lying
> on the back of his skinny but warmth body, a though
t> crossed my mind: In my lifetime, who else would love
> me as much as he did?
> > > > He held the delivery suite door opened and watch me
> go in; his warm eyes caused me to manage a smile at him
> despite my contraction pain. Coming out of the
> delivery room, hubby looked at our son and me, eyes tear
> with joy and he kept smiling. I reached out and touched
> his hand. Hubby looked at me, smiling and then he
> slowly collapsed onto the floor. I cried out for him in
> pain... He smiled, but without opening that tired eyes of
> his... I had
> > thought that I would never shed any tear for him, but
> the truth is, I have never felt a deeper pain cutting
> through my body at that moment.
> > Doctor said that by the time hubby discovered he had
> liver cancer, it was already in terminal stage and it was
> a miracle that he managed
> > to last this long. I asked the doctor when he first
> discovered he had cancer. Doctor said about 5 months ago
> and consoled me saying: "Prepare for his
> > funeral."
> > > > I disregarded the nurse's objection and
> rushed home, I went into his room and checked his
> computer, and a suffocating pain hits me. Hubby's
> cancer was discovered 5 months ago, his groaning
> was real, and I had thought that... the
> computer showed over 200 thousand words he wrote for our
> son:
> > "Son, just for you, I have persisted, to be able
> to take a look at you before I fall, is my biggest wish
> now... I know that in your life, you will have many
> happiness and maybe some setbacks, if only I can accompany
> you throughout that journey, how nice would it be. But
> daddy now no longer has that chance. Daddy has
> written inside here all the possible difficulties and
> problems you may encounter during your lifetime, when you
> meet with these problems, you can refer to daddy's> suggestion....
> >> > Son, after writing these 200 thousand words, I feel
> as if I have accompanied you through life journey. To be
> honest, daddy is very happy. Do love your mother, she
> has suffered, she is the one who loves you most and also
> the one who loves me most..."
> > From play school to primary school,
> to secondary, university, to work and even in dealing
> with questions of love, everything big and small was
> > written there.
> > > > Hubby has also written a letter for me:
> > > > "My dear, to marry you is my biggest
> happiness, forgive me for the pain I have caused you,
> forgive me for not telling you my illness, because I
> > want to see you be in a joyful mood waiting for
> the arrival of our baby...My dear, if you cried, it means
> that you have forgiven me and I
> > would smile, thank you for loving me...These presents,
> I'm afraid I cannot give them to our son personally,
> could you help me to give some
> > of them to him every year, the dates on what to give
> when are all written on the packaging... "
> > > > Going back to the hospital, hubby is still in coma. I
> brought our son over and place him beside him. I said:
> "Open your eyes and smile, I want
> > our son to remember being in the warmth of your
> arms..." He struggled to open his eyes and managed a
> weak smile. Our son still in his arms was happily
> > waving his tiny hands in the air. I press the button
> on the camera and the sound of the shutter rang through
> the air as tears slowly rolled down my
> > face.... A fatal misunderstanding and the person who
> loves me the most in this world is gone
> forever..."Cruel misunderstandings one after
> another disrupted the blissful footsteps to our family.
> Our original intend of having Mother enjoy some quiet
> and peaceful moments in her remaining years
> > with us went terribly wrong as destiny's secret
> is finally revealed at a price, every thing became too
> late.".........
> > > > This is a true story!
>> > LEARNING POINT - DO NOT EVER HOLD ON TO OFFENCES!!!
> >> > I am totally speechless, this story brought tears
> to my eyes as I read through each line eager to know what
> would happen next. It truly showed
> > the devastating power of grudges and anger!
> > Simple humility and communication would have
> resolved most of the problems in that story, as well as
> patience.... This story has really touched
> > my heart and life as a whole and it has stimulated a
> paradigm shift.
> > Though it is very sad, it is also very refreshing to
> know that from today, I can consciously start to live a
> life free of grudge.
> People, please...let's live a life devoid of grudges.
> Communication with your loved ones, is THE key.
I AM THANKFUL:
I AM THANKFUL:
FOR THE MESS TO CLEAN AFTER A PARTY BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE
BEEN SURROUNDED BY FRIENDS.
FOR THE CLOTHES THAT FIT A LITTLE TOO SNUG BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE ENOUGH TO EAT.
FOR MY SHADOW THAT WATCHES ME WORK BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM OUT IN THE SUNSHINE
FOR A LAWN THAT NEEDS MOWING, WINDOWS THAT NEED CLEANING,AND GUTTERS THAT NEED FIXING BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE A HOME .
FOR THE PARKING SPOTI FIND AT THE FAR END OF THE PARKING LOT BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM CAPABLE OF WALKINGAND I HAVE BEEN BLESSED WITH TRANSPORTATION .
FOR THE PILE OF LAUNDRY AND IRONING BECAUSE IT MEANSI HAVE CLOTHES TO WEAR.
FOR WEARINESS AND ACHING MUSCLES AT THE END OF THE DAY BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE BEENCAPABLE OF WORKING HARD.
FOR THE ALARM THAT GOES OFFIN THE EARLY MORNING HOURS BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM ALIVE.
AND FINALLY, FOR TOO MUCH E-MAIL BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE FRIENDS WHO ARE THINKING OF ME.
SMILE:)
FOR THE MESS TO CLEAN AFTER A PARTY BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE
BEEN SURROUNDED BY FRIENDS.
FOR THE CLOTHES THAT FIT A LITTLE TOO SNUG BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE ENOUGH TO EAT.
FOR MY SHADOW THAT WATCHES ME WORK BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM OUT IN THE SUNSHINE
FOR A LAWN THAT NEEDS MOWING, WINDOWS THAT NEED CLEANING,AND GUTTERS THAT NEED FIXING BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE A HOME .
FOR THE PARKING SPOTI FIND AT THE FAR END OF THE PARKING LOT BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM CAPABLE OF WALKINGAND I HAVE BEEN BLESSED WITH TRANSPORTATION .
FOR THE PILE OF LAUNDRY AND IRONING BECAUSE IT MEANSI HAVE CLOTHES TO WEAR.
FOR WEARINESS AND ACHING MUSCLES AT THE END OF THE DAY BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE BEENCAPABLE OF WORKING HARD.
FOR THE ALARM THAT GOES OFFIN THE EARLY MORNING HOURS BECAUSE IT MEANS I AM ALIVE.
AND FINALLY, FOR TOO MUCH E-MAIL BECAUSE IT MEANS I HAVE FRIENDS WHO ARE THINKING OF ME.
SMILE:)
words which is meaningful
'Our lives improve only when we take chances -- and the first and most difficult risk we can take is to be honest with ourselves.'
- Walter Anderson
'What is a friend?... define the meaning of it' - Faiz Norizan
'The part can never be well unless the whole is well' - Plato
'Every problem has a gift for you in its hands' - Richard Bach
'Hearts are as fragile as glass.. be careful, they break' - Faiz Norizan
'Pain is a state of mind' - LWS :)
'Sometimes being rebellious gets you what you want. sometimes you have to talk things out.. and heck, i sure suck at talking' - Faiz Norizan
- Walter Anderson
'What is a friend?... define the meaning of it' - Faiz Norizan
'The part can never be well unless the whole is well' - Plato
'Every problem has a gift for you in its hands' - Richard Bach
'Hearts are as fragile as glass.. be careful, they break' - Faiz Norizan
'Pain is a state of mind' - LWS :)
'Sometimes being rebellious gets you what you want. sometimes you have to talk things out.. and heck, i sure suck at talking' - Faiz Norizan
Sunday, May 24, 2009
night at the musium 2
attention,guys!
i had make a little change in the blog
.i added some mangas link which i think the mangas is nice.
enjoys yourselve while reading.
i also create a new playlist.
for this time,i put english and japanese songs and i hope you like it!
anyway,today i watch "night at the musium 2"at the ikano power center.
the cinema is full of people.
it is worth because the movie is nice and funny!
i laugh like crazy girl.
i really like the stone thing.
the one which say "dum dum ,i want my gum gum."and "quiet!my dar dar want to talk." in the first movie.
but this this it did not talk a lot.
after that,i also went shopping.i bought a chinese novel ,leads,pin ton comics,pens and some revision books at popular.
i althe best thing is i found the 16gb apple green nano i pod!
i find it for months and finally bought it!
hehe...:)happy happy day.
me and my sister have a great time playing table hockey.
we fight with all our power!
at the end ,we still cannot win each others.
she are too 'geng' leh.
ai~until today still cannot bet her.
dar dar,you wait and see ,one day i m sure i can bet you!
lets talk about foods...
i had my asam laksa as lunch at little pinang which same as my sister.
the asam laksa is too big for some people.
if you don't eat a lot,can share with others.
for dinner,we can't find the sushi king so we ate at fish market.
my sister ate the flaming prawns while my aunt and i ate baked fish with garden herds.
both of them are tasty.yum yum~
ikano power center is a good place for shopping exspercially after exam.
i had make a little change in the blog
.i added some mangas link which i think the mangas is nice.
enjoys yourselve while reading.
i also create a new playlist.
for this time,i put english and japanese songs and i hope you like it!
anyway,today i watch "night at the musium 2"at the ikano power center.
the cinema is full of people.
it is worth because the movie is nice and funny!
i laugh like crazy girl.
i really like the stone thing.
the one which say "dum dum ,i want my gum gum."and "quiet!my dar dar want to talk." in the first movie.
but this this it did not talk a lot.
after that,i also went shopping.i bought a chinese novel ,leads,pin ton comics,pens and some revision books at popular.
i althe best thing is i found the 16gb apple green nano i pod!
i find it for months and finally bought it!
hehe...:)happy happy day.
me and my sister have a great time playing table hockey.
we fight with all our power!
at the end ,we still cannot win each others.
she are too 'geng' leh.
ai~until today still cannot bet her.
dar dar,you wait and see ,one day i m sure i can bet you!
lets talk about foods...
i had my asam laksa as lunch at little pinang which same as my sister.
the asam laksa is too big for some people.
if you don't eat a lot,can share with others.
for dinner,we can't find the sushi king so we ate at fish market.
my sister ate the flaming prawns while my aunt and i ate baked fish with garden herds.
both of them are tasty.yum yum~
ikano power center is a good place for shopping exspercially after exam.
Friday, May 22, 2009
spammer
i am not perfect,so i can let everyone stop hate me!
i know some people in school will think i act cute.
it is very funny to tell that most(or i should say all) of the people who think i act cute,they are not my friend and they did not talk to me before.
so i would like to ask how much you know about me?
don't simply listen to others and just think that i act cute.
as you can see,i m not pretty and i know that!no need to tell me!
anyway,why should i act cute?
it is tired to act cute or act to be same as all popular people.
i m not that stupid until leting myself be unhappy.
i just being who i am,clear?
the way i talk, the way i walk,the way i do,it is all covel!
this is me!i am not acting,not at all,not now or in the future!
i want to be myself so others can really understand me!
i don't want to be like the girl in the manga 7th period is a secret or demi in camp rock!
and i enjoyed being myself although some of you disagree me.
i m glad and lucky to have friends who support me a lot.
thanks,guys!not only for being my friends but also for accept the real covel!
some of my friend is also worry of me when they know many people hate me because they though i act cute.
the best example:SPAMMER who wrote bad thing about me in the shout box
my good friend,she ee ask me to change before and i try but i realise that the way i being is not me anymore.
so i choose a hard way to be who i am,i know many people will misunderstand me.
but i am lucky,
because i have support from my friend :kah mei ,maha,sarmini,suk lan,marie ,raveena,jo jo bear and a lot more...
try to think!if you are my friend would you like to friend with someone who act cute always?
the answer is no!
for me,it is enough to have a few friends who really understand me like my friends did.
i love you all (p.s love as a friend)
at the end ,i hope all of you can try to talk to me before you judge me and try to understand i just being who i am.
i am not perfect,so i can let everyone stop hate me!
i know some people in school will think i act cute.
it is very funny to tell that most(or i should say all) of the people who think i act cute,they are not my friend and they did not talk to me before.
so i would like to ask how much you know about me?
don't simply listen to others and just think that i act cute.
as you can see,i m not pretty and i know that!no need to tell me!
anyway,why should i act cute?
it is tired to act cute or act to be same as all popular people.
i m not that stupid until leting myself be unhappy.
i just being who i am,clear?
the way i talk, the way i walk,the way i do,it is all covel!
this is me!i am not acting,not at all,not now or in the future!
i want to be myself so others can really understand me!
i don't want to be like the girl in the manga 7th period is a secret or demi in camp rock!
and i enjoyed being myself although some of you disagree me.
i m glad and lucky to have friends who support me a lot.
thanks,guys!not only for being my friends but also for accept the real covel!
some of my friend is also worry of me when they know many people hate me because they though i act cute.
the best example:SPAMMER who wrote bad thing about me in the shout box
my good friend,she ee ask me to change before and i try but i realise that the way i being is not me anymore.
so i choose a hard way to be who i am,i know many people will misunderstand me.
but i am lucky,
because i have support from my friend :kah mei ,maha,sarmini,suk lan,marie ,raveena,jo jo bear and a lot more...
try to think!if you are my friend would you like to friend with someone who act cute always?
the answer is no!
for me,it is enough to have a few friends who really understand me like my friends did.
i love you all (p.s love as a friend)
at the end ,i hope all of you can try to talk to me before you judge me and try to understand i just being who i am.
i am not perfect,so i can let everyone stop hate me!
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
sport day
the school sport day was a terrible day for me.the wushu club is asked to perform that day.well,actually the performent should be at 9 a.m but i don't know why we need to wait under the super hot sun and under the tree which full of XXXL size red ant until 11 a.m.first ,the school teacher keep on asking us to perform but our wushu teacher haven come which means there were not enough weapon for all of us.second,when our teacher finally arrived,we need to wait for more than 1 hour to do performent.third,because of the charge time of performent,many of us cannot go for all the sport competition because we were late.lastly,my friend didn't watch the performent,because they wait for a long time but still haven start performent so they went washroom.ai~i am really tired.the worst thing is after the performent,I still have another wushu class.I almost die on that day.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
our love story
OUR LOVE STORY 我们俩的爱情故事
在你我相遇的那一天,你的笑容吸引着我,从此跟随着你,想更了解你的一切。
看着你在身旁,忽然有种幸福的感觉,希望能一直这样下去。
在那年的夏天,你望着我,对我许下了爱的誓言。
我笑了,点了点头,你也笑了。
我们的命运从此有了牵连。
那一夜,我靠着你的背,对流星许愿这爱情能长久。
流星会听见吗?
我不知道,但那是我对你的期望...
在你我相遇的那一天,你的笑容吸引着我,从此跟随着你,想更了解你的一切。
看着你在身旁,忽然有种幸福的感觉,希望能一直这样下去。
在那年的夏天,你望着我,对我许下了爱的誓言。
我笑了,点了点头,你也笑了。
我们的命运从此有了牵连。
那一夜,我靠着你的背,对流星许愿这爱情能长久。
流星会听见吗?
我不知道,但那是我对你的期望...
My Only Love Forever
My Only Love Forever
My love for you knows no limits,
If I must fixed a time,
before I love you.
I will choose 1 millon years.
My love for you doesn't end.
If I must choose an end for our love,
I will choose to say 1000 times 'I love you',
before the last breath of mine.
You know that I will love you FOREVER deep in my heart's core.
We are meant to be together forever...
My love for you knows no limits,
If I must fixed a time,
before I love you.
I will choose 1 millon years.
My love for you doesn't end.
If I must choose an end for our love,
I will choose to say 1000 times 'I love you',
before the last breath of mine.
You know that I will love you FOREVER deep in my heart's core.
We are meant to be together forever...
Sunday, March 8, 2009
纯情爱恋进行式
你的笑容,
你的动作,
都让我如此心头小鹿乱撞。
但是在你面前,
我却连温柔地笑着也没有办法。
你光是待在我身边,
就会让我心跳加速。
此刻让我感到最为幸福。
我......
我最喜欢你了!
纯情爱恋进行式by箕野希望mono nozomi
你的动作,
都让我如此心头小鹿乱撞。
但是在你面前,
我却连温柔地笑着也没有办法。
你光是待在我身边,
就会让我心跳加速。
此刻让我感到最为幸福。
我......
我最喜欢你了!
纯情爱恋进行式by箕野希望mono nozomi
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Unforgivable Love
Unforgivable Love
Looking out the window,
Stars shining in the sky,
Just like diamonds on my hand,
Which means forever...
Our love story won't have a happy ending,
But I still want to be with you.
Am I being too silly?
My heart tells me that I can't leave you.
I know we can't be forgiven'
Just because we are in love with each other.
Vampire and human aren't allowed to be together,
Its just like a spell,that separates us.
Sorry,I love you.
Looking out the window,
Stars shining in the sky,
Just like diamonds on my hand,
Which means forever...
Our love story won't have a happy ending,
But I still want to be with you.
Am I being too silly?
My heart tells me that I can't leave you.
I know we can't be forgiven'
Just because we are in love with each other.
Vampire and human aren't allowed to be together,
Its just like a spell,that separates us.
Sorry,I love you.
talent search
tueday,i will join the talent search.for me,tis is de 1st time i join singing competition.i'm a bit wori tat i will sing wrongly.anyway, after a long discution,we choose de song 'this is me' from camp rock.i will sing de demi part.i get de cd on friday ,i though i can put song in my mp3 but i tried for 4 hours but failed.in the end, i used another 2 hours to download de song!!!finally i can pratice already.this will be a busy week for me to prepare oral test and talent search.nvm, i still have your support.all of you must support me!if not i will cry de...as a girl, u should help girl.if u r a boy,always remember never ever make girl cry.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
oh no!
last saturday,i went for my wushu class.it is lucky that i didn't say it!as you know,i'm always have my own way to talk.i will say thank you depend on people.if you're a girl,i will say:'thank you~i love you.......as my friend!.if you're a boy ,i will just say thank you that all.but last saturday,i almost break my record!i almost say:thank you~i love you......as my friend to one of my friend(yu jing).the worst thing is i will wait for 5 second before i say "as my friend".some boys will think that i really in love with them!at the end ,of cos i stop at the last minute.and the just though that i disappointed that he can't take my stitck back and help me to thinner it!atcually,i din mind cos i need to use it at school at morning but he only can give me back at afternoon.i hope he won't find out the turth.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
The Last Song
You held my hand and whispered in my ear,
a promise that you'd always be here.
but now, in my time of fear,
where are you, my dear?
i realize that i can't live without your love,
i want to be with you now and always.
it's all because i love you,
will my voice reach you?
i want to know your fellings,
ever if it is pain.
it's ok if you are afraid,
because i know you try to be strong for our future.
i will pray for you until the day we meet again in this beautiful land.
so please be home safe,my dear.
a promise that you'd always be here.
but now, in my time of fear,
where are you, my dear?
i realize that i can't live without your love,
i want to be with you now and always.
it's all because i love you,
will my voice reach you?
i want to know your fellings,
ever if it is pain.
it's ok if you are afraid,
because i know you try to be strong for our future.
i will pray for you until the day we meet again in this beautiful land.
so please be home safe,my dear.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
talent search
i join the school talent search with sarmini.this is a competition that let u show your talent.
u can sing ,dance or perform other talent.i choose the singing group.i dunno what song should i sing.on the first day, i already choose "love story" then after a few days i heard a lot of peaple also sing that song.ai~i don't know lah!i am so unlucky!i really love the song and i hope i can sing it in my 1st sinnging competition.SO I NEED YOUR HELP!TELL ME WHAT TO DO!
we choose a group name called "applemint". i think this name is ok only but sarmini like it mah!
REMEMBER TO PRAY FOR ME!IF NOT I WILL CRY ONE...
u can sing ,dance or perform other talent.i choose the singing group.i dunno what song should i sing.on the first day, i already choose "love story" then after a few days i heard a lot of peaple also sing that song.ai~i don't know lah!i am so unlucky!i really love the song and i hope i can sing it in my 1st sinnging competition.SO I NEED YOUR HELP!TELL ME WHAT TO DO!
we choose a group name called "applemint". i think this name is ok only but sarmini like it mah!
REMEMBER TO PRAY FOR ME!IF NOT I WILL CRY ONE...
♥♥♥13 signs of falling in love♥♥♥
1. When you're on the phone with them late at night and they hang up...but you miss them already when it was just two minutes ago
2. You read their texts over and over again...
3. You walk really slowly when you're with them...
4. You feel shy whenever you're with them...
5. When you think about them, your heart beats faster and faster...
6. You smile when you hear their voice...
7.. When you look at them, you can't see the other people around you... all you see is him/her...
8. You start listening to slow songs, while thinking of them...
9. They become ALL you think about...
10.You get high just from their scent...
11.You realize that you're always smiling to yourself when you think about them....
12.You would do anything for them...
13.While reading this, there was one person on your mind the whole time.....
2. You read their texts over and over again...
3. You walk really slowly when you're with them...
4. You feel shy whenever you're with them...
5. When you think about them, your heart beats faster and faster...
6. You smile when you hear their voice...
7.. When you look at them, you can't see the other people around you... all you see is him/her...
8. You start listening to slow songs, while thinking of them...
9. They become ALL you think about...
10.You get high just from their scent...
11.You realize that you're always smiling to yourself when you think about them....
12.You would do anything for them...
13.While reading this, there was one person on your mind the whole time.....
情人节
1月14日 日记情人节 Diary Day
新的一年，在日记中把对喜欢的人的表白和计划写出，在心中撒下爱的种子。
2月14日 传统情人节 Valentine's Day
据西方传统，喜欢他就送他巧克力，行动要快噢。因为他不止只会收到你的巧克力。
3月14日 白色情人节 White Day
他喜欢你吗？还是他只喜欢吃巧克力？送出巧克力一个月后，女生就能收到同样喜欢自己的男生送的白色糖果。吃颗糖果感觉真甜蜜。
4月14日 糖果情人节 Candy Day
爱情开始萌芽，患得患失的心情就像吃着柠檬口味的糖果般又酸又甜。
5月14日 玫瑰情人节 Rose Day
在一起一段时间了，他是真的爱你吗？他是你寻找的另一半吗？表白一下吧！不好意思？没关系！只在今天买玫瑰给对方就ok啦！
白色：一般朋友 黄色：知己 红色：爱人
你一定会送红色的。
6月14日 亲亲情人节 Kiss Day
你也收到他的红玫瑰了？我闪人！因为你们马上要kiss了！今天看到别人在kiss?不用回避，因为今天是Kiss Day。
7月14日 银色情人节 Silver Day
传统习俗是用银戒订婚。今天你们去买一对戴在手上，作为甜蜜心情的见证。
8月14日 绿色情人节 Green Day
相爱的人们成双成对地去郊游，爬山游水感受自然，就像他们要携手走过爱情一样。
9月14日 相片情人节 Music and Photo Day
练久的情歌今天终于登场了，虽然五音不全，但用心听会有会心的笑容。用相机拍下这灿烂又充满甜蜜的笑容吧！
10月14日 葡萄酒情人节 Wine Day
烛光下晃动着深红色的葡萄酒，爱情也一样要用心慢慢地品味。
11月14日 电影情人节 Orange and Movie Day
今晚有空吗？一起去看场电影吧！手牵手一起去电影院，记得买橙汁噢！
12月14日 拥抱情人节 Hug Day
一年了，你们仍然相爱，你看天空闪烁着星星，而你们相拥在一起，希望永远停留在这一刻。。。。。。
新的一年，在日记中把对喜欢的人的表白和计划写出，在心中撒下爱的种子。
2月14日 传统情人节 Valentine's Day
据西方传统，喜欢他就送他巧克力，行动要快噢。因为他不止只会收到你的巧克力。
3月14日 白色情人节 White Day
他喜欢你吗？还是他只喜欢吃巧克力？送出巧克力一个月后，女生就能收到同样喜欢自己的男生送的白色糖果。吃颗糖果感觉真甜蜜。
4月14日 糖果情人节 Candy Day
爱情开始萌芽，患得患失的心情就像吃着柠檬口味的糖果般又酸又甜。
5月14日 玫瑰情人节 Rose Day
在一起一段时间了，他是真的爱你吗？他是你寻找的另一半吗？表白一下吧！不好意思？没关系！只在今天买玫瑰给对方就ok啦！
白色：一般朋友 黄色：知己 红色：爱人
你一定会送红色的。
6月14日 亲亲情人节 Kiss Day
你也收到他的红玫瑰了？我闪人！因为你们马上要kiss了！今天看到别人在kiss?不用回避，因为今天是Kiss Day。
7月14日 银色情人节 Silver Day
传统习俗是用银戒订婚。今天你们去买一对戴在手上，作为甜蜜心情的见证。
8月14日 绿色情人节 Green Day
相爱的人们成双成对地去郊游，爬山游水感受自然，就像他们要携手走过爱情一样。
9月14日 相片情人节 Music and Photo Day
练久的情歌今天终于登场了，虽然五音不全，但用心听会有会心的笑容。用相机拍下这灿烂又充满甜蜜的笑容吧！
10月14日 葡萄酒情人节 Wine Day
烛光下晃动着深红色的葡萄酒，爱情也一样要用心慢慢地品味。
11月14日 电影情人节 Orange and Movie Day
今晚有空吗？一起去看场电影吧！手牵手一起去电影院，记得买橙汁噢！
12月14日 拥抱情人节 Hug Day
一年了，你们仍然相爱，你看天空闪烁着星星，而你们相拥在一起，希望永远停留在这一刻。。。。。。
words
I had read a manga and found a sentence that is quite romantic but i know normally boys won't tell a girl this in a real world.
the boy tell the girl that...
although you like the other guy in your heart,but in this world,i am still the one who love you the most.
"即使在你心中喜欢着别人,但在这世上最爱你的依然是我。"
do you fell touch with those words?
the boy tell the girl that...
although you like the other guy in your heart,but in this world,i am still the one who love you the most.
"即使在你心中喜欢着别人,但在这世上最爱你的依然是我。"
do you fell touch with those words?
女孩应该原谅男孩的10个地方
1 如果你喜欢他就告诉他，即使他拒绝了，也不会丢面子，因为在他心里，会因为你的真情而非常非常感激你。
2 如果他喜欢你，要明确告诉他你对他的感情，喜欢就是喜欢，不喜欢就是不喜欢，千万不要怕伤害他而忧郁不决，不要让他等到最后才受到抛弃，因为男孩子的心一旦碎了就很难很难再好起来。
3 男孩子也有自己的脾气，只是因为爱你而压抑着，不要总是任性，有时他们的决定也很有道理.
4 男孩子莫名的向你发脾气，那时因为爱你，把你当成最亲，最贴心，最有安全感的人，千万不要冲他发脾气反击，静静的等着，等他消气后满怀后悔来抱你。
5 他为你准备的东西，即使再难看，再廉价，也要去珍惜，因为那里面融汇着他整晚的思绪。
6 相信他给你多么多么美好的生活，要给他鼓励，因为鼓励会让他创造奇迹。
7 不要总是打探他去哪，告诉他注意安全，你会等着他就可以。
8 不要总说~我爱你~，他会半真半笑着说你烦，但不要不说，因为有时候，他们比女孩子更需要这句。
9 他为你掉眼泪了，那么他是真的非常爱你，珍惜他的每一滴泪，不要道歉，不要安慰，握着他的手，默默的为他擦去泪滴。
10 要信任他，他爱你，就什么都不会骗你，即使真的有欺骗，也是为让你们的爱情能够永远不离不弃。
this is 1 of de e-mail that i receive from friend.if you are a guy,i would like to ask,is it real?
2 如果他喜欢你，要明确告诉他你对他的感情，喜欢就是喜欢，不喜欢就是不喜欢，千万不要怕伤害他而忧郁不决，不要让他等到最后才受到抛弃，因为男孩子的心一旦碎了就很难很难再好起来。
3 男孩子也有自己的脾气，只是因为爱你而压抑着，不要总是任性，有时他们的决定也很有道理.
4 男孩子莫名的向你发脾气，那时因为爱你，把你当成最亲，最贴心，最有安全感的人，千万不要冲他发脾气反击，静静的等着，等他消气后满怀后悔来抱你。
5 他为你准备的东西，即使再难看，再廉价，也要去珍惜，因为那里面融汇着他整晚的思绪。
6 相信他给你多么多么美好的生活，要给他鼓励，因为鼓励会让他创造奇迹。
7 不要总是打探他去哪，告诉他注意安全，你会等着他就可以。
8 不要总说~我爱你~，他会半真半笑着说你烦，但不要不说，因为有时候，他们比女孩子更需要这句。
9 他为你掉眼泪了，那么他是真的非常爱你，珍惜他的每一滴泪，不要道歉，不要安慰，握着他的手，默默的为他擦去泪滴。
10 要信任他，他爱你，就什么都不会骗你，即使真的有欺骗，也是为让你们的爱情能够永远不离不弃。
this is 1 of de e-mail that i receive from friend.if you are a guy,i would like to ask,is it real?
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Novel
something i want to write novels,but after i think of the story,i lazy to write it out.for example moonlight angel 月光.天使.i wrote half way then lazy to write edi.i know this is not a good thing but i really tired lah!some more i only will write chinese novel because i m not that good in english and malay.p.s everyone know that!
but i will write the sinopsis for my novel lah!too bad~it's in chinese too!
but i will write the sinopsis for my novel lah!too bad~it's in chinese too!
Name
my real name is covel.c.o.v.e.l!remember that! co is ko sound and vel (el sound plus de v sound.p.s a bit sound like 'well').please don't say wrong again.many people call me clover(still ok),cover(i really hate them!) ever chloe(? *swt)*Is my name really hate to remember?atleast all my friend call me correctly.if u finish reading this post,but still don't know how to call my name, i 'll kill you!kidding lah~ XD
Friday, February 13, 2009
Happy Valentine Day
today is valentine day.happy valentine day,everyone!today should be perfect,but still need to go to school.when koko,super boring somemore!shee ee and me just sit there and talk.the teacher force everyone in kior to sing "i'm yours".atleast better in class lah!joh xhin made card and sold in class,it is very cheap!3 for rm1.for me and kah mei,we get free music lesson form pearl,raveena and yew jin.some time,i fell pity him for being our maths teacher and now need to become our music teacher.maha and sarmini try hard to solve maths tuition work.sarmini goes and calls fly fm and ask for the song"love story"yesterday.but none of us heard that...too bad...next time,she should call us 1st!in this sweet valantine day,none of my friend recaive any present.i think it is because a lot of ppl said thatthe school having spot check.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Life
my school have a activities that is homestay!the student can choose the courty they want to live there for 2 weeks.for example: japan,USA.my parents allows me but i m not sure that i want to go or stay here.this week got the useless latih tubi,i really tired!got to go sleep~i had mark zhi kang sejarah paper & guess how much he get?98%.i just get 83% only.why the world is so cruel to me!!!i read all form 2 (cos de taecher say so) but just come out ch.1!i hate the school lah!*crying*
Poem
i had wrote a poem called don't say sorry.my friend read and give some comment.kah mei gave me 4/5 stars,maha ,the kind girl gave 10000stars and joh xhin gave 6 /10.next time ,i will let you all give me full star !I mean it!
DON'T SAY SORRY
I can't find you.LOnely inthe dark,I think of you.
Don't say you're sorry,
Don't let my love waste.
Don't say you're sorry,
Don't let me lose the reason to hate you.
Think of your kindness,
That cannot be replace.
I want to belive in you,
and start not balieve in myself.
Don't say you're sorry
After you break my heart.
Don't say you're sorry.
Don't let me have a reason to forgive you.
I don't want your applogzine,
The thing I want the most is you to prove your love to me.
That is my poem .what do you think?kind of boring or super touch?tell me and rate! :)
DON'T SAY SORRY
I can't find you.LOnely inthe dark,I think of you.
Don't say you're sorry,
Don't let my love waste.
Don't say you're sorry,
Don't let me lose the reason to hate you.
Think of your kindness,
That cannot be replace.
I want to belive in you,
and start not balieve in myself.
Don't say you're sorry
After you break my heart.
Don't say you're sorry.
Don't let me have a reason to forgive you.
I don't want your applogzine,
The thing I want the most is you to prove your love to me.
That is my poem .what do you think?kind of boring or super touch?tell me and rate! :)
Thursday, February 5, 2009
song
kah mei and i had change the lyric of the song'fall for you'.this is a bit perasan,please don't read after eating...i will show the funnist part~
because tonight will be the night that you will fall for me
over again
i won't let you change your mind
or you won't live to see another day
i swear it's true!
because a girl like me is imposible to find.
we are not that type of perasan girl ,we try to make fun but still ming keat said we are very perasan.are we?
p.s try to heard the song and sing together ...
because tonight will be the night that you will fall for me
over again
i won't let you change your mind
or you won't live to see another day
i swear it's true!
because a girl like me is imposible to find.
we are not that type of perasan girl ,we try to make fun but still ming keat said we are very perasan.are we?
p.s try to heard the song and sing together ...
my sis' novel 2
this is the second part o~
"是啦,妈妈...我己经很快了!" "别忘了带你的便当哟!路上小心." "会的啦!再见,妈妈我爱你!" 我看一看手表...哔!还有五分钟!要迟到了啦!"我拼命地跑...当我跑到校们时... "怦!" "好...好痛!" "你走路不长眼睛啊!?!" 哔!帅哥呀!他的头发好耀眼啊!好像沾到星光的海洋,光芒四射.他的眼神很镇定!双眼皮的褐色的眼睛呢!真罕见!可惜嘴硬,撞到我没说对不起,反而还要我道歉!他休想!我也很任性...
"是啦,妈妈...我己经很快了!" "别忘了带你的便当哟!路上小心." "会的啦!再见,妈妈我爱你!" 我看一看手表...哔!还有五分钟!要迟到了啦!"我拼命地跑...当我跑到校们时... "怦!" "好...好痛!" "你走路不长眼睛啊!?!" 哔!帅哥呀!他的头发好耀眼啊!好像沾到星光的海洋,光芒四射.他的眼神很镇定!双眼皮的褐色的眼睛呢!真罕见!可惜嘴硬,撞到我没说对不起,反而还要我道歉!他休想!我也很任性...
my sis' novel
my sis had wrote a novel in blog before and this is the starting of the novel ,but she deleted .enjoy reading...joh xhin this is what my sis wrote but i know u can't understand what is means lah!
"小诗,你的钢琴课要开始了,你再不快点可会迟到哟!" -----------------------------------琴声寻缘.坠入爱河------------------------------------------- 我是珍宫诗穗, 16岁.就读日本最受欢迎的音旋国中...我是个弃婴,从小就被父母抛弃...他们留在我身旁的只是一张钢琴乐谱与一条音乐项链.钢琴乐缙与音乐项链的主目曲都是.这张..."
"小诗,你的钢琴课要开始了,你再不快点可会迟到哟!" -----------------------------------琴声寻缘.坠入爱河------------------------------------------- 我是珍宫诗穗, 16岁.就读日本最受欢迎的音旋国中...我是个弃婴,从小就被父母抛弃...他们留在我身旁的只是一张钢琴乐谱与一条音乐项链.钢琴乐缙与音乐项链的主目曲都是.这张..."
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