Love demands everything and that very justly,thus it is to me with you,and to you with me. Can you change the fact that you are not wholly mine,I not wholly thine?
Travelling the usual road here,I got some pleasure out of it,as I always do when I'm with you.
I miss your hugs,kisses and smiles.
If our hearts are always close together,I would have none of these.But I shall cheer up,for we shall see each other soon. Remain my true,my only,my all,as I am yours.
Ever thine,
Ever ours,
Ever yours.
Love,Jasmine
Thursday, October 22, 2009
D-Day --> Coming Soon
Been so busy lately until I've abandoned the fun of bitching at my blog.. I feel so sorry for myself.. =.=
Well, I hope everyone will get good grades for this. 3 credit hours subject became our 18 credit hours of practice. =X
*sorry for the blurry picture, I just grabbed 'em from facebook =X*
But mostly, its because my internet provider had went back to his beloved hometown, and dumped his beloved here without any connection. So I guess that was the biggest part of the reason why I feel sorry now. XD
It's been really hectic lately, but somehow I feel that every effort that I've paid, though not much, will fruit something sweet at the end of it. The theatre final performance are too soon to be true, but still all of us have to face it no matter what. We've been slacking for such a long time. =P
Well, I hope everyone will get good grades for this. 3 credit hours subject became our 18 credit hours of practice. =X
And this 24th October of 2009 will be the most anticipated event of all!! Not only it's the D-Day, it also marks the return of my internet provider!!!! Haha.. I think he would be so pissed-off when I labeled him as my internet provider, because he's so much more than that. ^_^
*huggies*
*sorry for the blurry picture, I just grabbed 'em from facebook =X*Hopefully I can "successfully" hug him tight before the performance. I seriously need some support, and also my dress. =X
Do come support guys.. * 8pm sharp on 24th October 2009 (Saturday) at Panggung Percubaan UPM, free admission*
Saturday, October 17, 2009
The Greatest Love
1940, when we were 17. I met you at the small town of Seabrook. I'm a miner that proudly earn 40 cents per hour, and you're a lady going to college. I could never forget the night I met you. You were playing bumper car with your friends, and you were laughing. Boy, I could not take my eyes away from you. You are glowing in that smile, outshine everyone besides you. And I could see only you, just you.
I climbed up to the Ferris Wheel and forced you to go out with me. You said no, because you don't want to. I let go of one hand, you screamed. I asked again, "Will you go out with me, and I think my hands are slipping." You screamed again, "Yes!!". I made you shouted out loud that you want to go out with me. "I Want To Go Out With You, Because I Want To." I smiled a wicked smile, and you go pissed. You leaned against me, and started to take off my pants. you made me get half naked on top of a Ferris Wheel. You laughed again, "Next time you won't be so cocky."
Mr. Underwear was what you called me the next we met. I went in front and claimed for the date that you promised. You said no, but you said I'm good in flirting. No, I'm not. I could only fall in love with the girl I saw in front of me. But you were already in your family's car, and I can only wave goodbye.
Friends set up a double date for us to watch a movie. They made out, and both of us concentrated on the movie. We decided to walk back home. I made you lie down on the street, looking at the traffic light to turn from red to green. A car nearly went through us, but we were laughing. The next thing I knew, we were dancing in the middle of the street and I hummed a tune. You said it was the ugliest tune in the world, but you loved it.
We were together. We fought a lot, but we made it up quickly. We loved each other even more everyday. You met my father in the countryside, I met your parents in your grand summer house. Your mother told me you are going to New York. I stumbled, but I hold on.
It was the day, we almost made love to each other. 2am in the morning, your parents sent police looking for you. You fought with your parents, saying that you love me. Your mother called a trash. I left. You ran down the stairs, and I said the word. We broke off.
Your family took you away the next day. I ran to your empty house, looking through the gate. You're gone.
I wrote everyday for a year, 365 letters, remained unreplied.
I went to the army, and my best friend died.
I came back home, father sold his old house for me to buy the abandoned house by the riverside. You once said you want a white house with blue window pane. You want a room overlooking the sunset so that you can paint. You want a balcony where you can drink tea with me. I did it all. I know you will find a way to come back to me.
But you're not. I saw you in town that day, kissing another man. You have a diamond ring on your hand, you're getting married.
Somehow you knew I've built the house. You came visit before your wedding. We finally made love to each other.
You struggled to choose between me and your fiance. But you chose me, because your mother gave you back my 365 letters.
We were married, we have 1 son and 2 daughters. And we have 2 grandchildren. And you were sick, you couldn't remember anymore.
You wrote a book, a story between us. You said, "Read this to me, and I'll come back to you."
I read to you everyday, hoping for a miracle. Sometimes you remember, for 5 minutes. And you forgot.
I read to you again. You remembered this time. We danced while having our candle light. And you pushed me away, looking at me and screaming as though I'm a stranger. I saw doctors injecting medicine in you. I saw you were in pain. I cried, but I have to leave you.
I looked back to the pictures we took. I slept, and I had my third heart attack in the last 18 months. I managed to come back. I walked to your room. I thanked the nurse for getting the second cup of coffee for herself.
I sit by your side, looking at you. You were too peaceful, I don't want to wake you. You opened your eyes, and you called my name. You remembered again.
I held you hands tight, and I lay by your side. "Go sleep, my sweetheart. I will be by your side."
The nurse found us the next morning, holding hands, going back to Him. Death could not do us apart.
I climbed up to the Ferris Wheel and forced you to go out with me. You said no, because you don't want to. I let go of one hand, you screamed. I asked again, "Will you go out with me, and I think my hands are slipping." You screamed again, "Yes!!". I made you shouted out loud that you want to go out with me. "I Want To Go Out With You, Because I Want To." I smiled a wicked smile, and you go pissed. You leaned against me, and started to take off my pants. you made me get half naked on top of a Ferris Wheel. You laughed again, "Next time you won't be so cocky."
Mr. Underwear was what you called me the next we met. I went in front and claimed for the date that you promised. You said no, but you said I'm good in flirting. No, I'm not. I could only fall in love with the girl I saw in front of me. But you were already in your family's car, and I can only wave goodbye.
Friends set up a double date for us to watch a movie. They made out, and both of us concentrated on the movie. We decided to walk back home. I made you lie down on the street, looking at the traffic light to turn from red to green. A car nearly went through us, but we were laughing. The next thing I knew, we were dancing in the middle of the street and I hummed a tune. You said it was the ugliest tune in the world, but you loved it.
We were together. We fought a lot, but we made it up quickly. We loved each other even more everyday. You met my father in the countryside, I met your parents in your grand summer house. Your mother told me you are going to New York. I stumbled, but I hold on.
It was the day, we almost made love to each other. 2am in the morning, your parents sent police looking for you. You fought with your parents, saying that you love me. Your mother called a trash. I left. You ran down the stairs, and I said the word. We broke off.
Your family took you away the next day. I ran to your empty house, looking through the gate. You're gone.
I wrote everyday for a year, 365 letters, remained unreplied.
I went to the army, and my best friend died.
I came back home, father sold his old house for me to buy the abandoned house by the riverside. You once said you want a white house with blue window pane. You want a room overlooking the sunset so that you can paint. You want a balcony where you can drink tea with me. I did it all. I know you will find a way to come back to me.
But you're not. I saw you in town that day, kissing another man. You have a diamond ring on your hand, you're getting married.
Somehow you knew I've built the house. You came visit before your wedding. We finally made love to each other.
You struggled to choose between me and your fiance. But you chose me, because your mother gave you back my 365 letters.
We were married, we have 1 son and 2 daughters. And we have 2 grandchildren. And you were sick, you couldn't remember anymore.
You wrote a book, a story between us. You said, "Read this to me, and I'll come back to you."
I read to you everyday, hoping for a miracle. Sometimes you remember, for 5 minutes. And you forgot.
I read to you again. You remembered this time. We danced while having our candle light. And you pushed me away, looking at me and screaming as though I'm a stranger. I saw doctors injecting medicine in you. I saw you were in pain. I cried, but I have to leave you.
I looked back to the pictures we took. I slept, and I had my third heart attack in the last 18 months. I managed to come back. I walked to your room. I thanked the nurse for getting the second cup of coffee for herself.
I sit by your side, looking at you. You were too peaceful, I don't want to wake you. You opened your eyes, and you called my name. You remembered again.
I held you hands tight, and I lay by your side. "Go sleep, my sweetheart. I will be by your side."
The nurse found us the next morning, holding hands, going back to Him. Death could not do us apart.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Farewell to Morality
Taken from The Sun Newspaper 5th October 2009 issue, by Nury Vittach
With deep sorrow, I regretfully have to inform the world about the sad demise of Morality. She died recently after a long, slow illness. Morality was at least 2000 years old.
Her death was not unexpected, as her entire family has had a bad run in recent decades.
Morality’s mother, Values, died in Wall Street in the 1980s. Her father, Justice, was murdered in a contract killing by the world’s highest paid lawyers at O.J. Simpson’s trial at 1995.
Morality herself kept a low profile for the past 20 years, and now, at the time of her death, has been almost forgotten.
With deep sorrow, I regretfully have to inform the world about the sad demise of Morality. She died recently after a long, slow illness. Morality was at least 2000 years old.
Her death was not unexpected, as her entire family has had a bad run in recent decades.
Morality’s mother, Values, died in Wall Street in the 1980s. Her father, Justice, was murdered in a contract killing by the world’s highest paid lawyers at O.J. Simpson’s trial at 1995.
Morality herself kept a low profile for the past 20 years, and now, at the time of her death, has been almost forgotten.
She is being mourned only in churches, temples, and other places considered “old-fashioned and out of touch” by the majority of the people.
But her death matters: None of her three children – Integrity, Ethics and Humanity – are likely to survive without her…
But her death matters: None of her three children – Integrity, Ethics and Humanity – are likely to survive without her…
Such were my gloomy thoughts looking through my diary last week. Three incidents led me to believe that morality have left us.
First, I saw a pair of trainee filmmakers returning from an overseas trip with bags full of copied DVD.
They didn’t seem to realize they had just robbed themselves.
Second, the headmaster of a high-class school gave a speech to his pupils telling them they must not steal things from other students “because you may get caught”.
He didn’t realize that stealing is wrong even if you don’t get caught.
Third, I was at a meeting where a senior university administrator told students: “Do not download pirate software onto university computers. It’s fine to do that at home, but not here.”
Er, no, it isn’t fine to do that at home, either.
In a moral world, we do the right thing because it is the right thing to do. In a world without morality, everyone does whatever they think they can get away with: that’s an ugly, scary place, but that’s the world we are creating for ourselves.
But then came a piece of good news. A friend at the BBC told me that his organization had commissioned one of the world’s cleverest people, top Harvard professor Micheal Sandal, to identify the biggest problem of today’s world.
The boffin presented his conclusions at a series of talks called the Reith Lectures 2009, which you can hear free on the Internet.
The current global crisis was not caused by subprime mortgage defaults, bubble economies, or excessive pay for bankers, he said. It was caused by the disappearance of morality.
But it can be revived, he added.
The world has to engage in a debate “that engages more directly with moral and even spiritual questions”, and allow that to lead human society to “moral and civic renewal”.
I saw the pirate DVD collectors at the bar a few nights later. “why aren’t you at home watching your rip-off DVDs?” I asked.
Their sad reply: “Someone stole our TV.”
I realized it would be immoral to laugh at their misfortune. But I couldn’t help it. That was then second best bit of news I had heard that week.
First, I saw a pair of trainee filmmakers returning from an overseas trip with bags full of copied DVD.
They didn’t seem to realize they had just robbed themselves.
Second, the headmaster of a high-class school gave a speech to his pupils telling them they must not steal things from other students “because you may get caught”.
He didn’t realize that stealing is wrong even if you don’t get caught.
Third, I was at a meeting where a senior university administrator told students: “Do not download pirate software onto university computers. It’s fine to do that at home, but not here.”
Er, no, it isn’t fine to do that at home, either.
In a moral world, we do the right thing because it is the right thing to do. In a world without morality, everyone does whatever they think they can get away with: that’s an ugly, scary place, but that’s the world we are creating for ourselves.
But then came a piece of good news. A friend at the BBC told me that his organization had commissioned one of the world’s cleverest people, top Harvard professor Micheal Sandal, to identify the biggest problem of today’s world.
The boffin presented his conclusions at a series of talks called the Reith Lectures 2009, which you can hear free on the Internet.
The current global crisis was not caused by subprime mortgage defaults, bubble economies, or excessive pay for bankers, he said. It was caused by the disappearance of morality.
But it can be revived, he added.
The world has to engage in a debate “that engages more directly with moral and even spiritual questions”, and allow that to lead human society to “moral and civic renewal”.
I saw the pirate DVD collectors at the bar a few nights later. “why aren’t you at home watching your rip-off DVDs?” I asked.
Their sad reply: “Someone stole our TV.”
I realized it would be immoral to laugh at their misfortune. But I couldn’t help it. That was then second best bit of news I had heard that week.
Justice may be dead, but there IS a God, and He has neat timing and the wildest sense of irony.
If Only
If only there's one day left on Earth, what would you want to do?
Shoe-shopping,
Eat 10 hot chocalate fudges at once,
The Calvin Klein underwear model, maybe getting to know him better is a good idea...
...
Silly you, no.
It's a no-brainer.
I Want to Spend Time With You, just You, where Everything else Don't Matter.
Luv,
It doesn't matter there's five minutes or fifty years left on Earth.
You have taught me how to love,
and to be loved.
I never dare to feel love in my life.
It's you,
you made me make decision that I don't usually make,
and that makes all the difference.
I love you, luv,
I love you.
He had a dream, he saw what's happening.
He told me about it, but I don't believe it.
He just wanted to say everything,
He told me how I taught him love.
If only I know,
If only I have the time to tell him that I love him too.
If only the watch don't crack,
If only I promise her to Ohio,
If only the coke didn't spill on my shirt,
If only I don't go to the meeting,
If only I remember her graduation concert.
If only...
If only...
If only...
Shoe-shopping,
Eat 10 hot chocalate fudges at once,
The Calvin Klein underwear model, maybe getting to know him better is a good idea...
...
Silly you, no.
It's a no-brainer.
I Want to Spend Time With You, just You, where Everything else Don't Matter.
Luv,
It doesn't matter there's five minutes or fifty years left on Earth.
You have taught me how to love,
and to be loved.
I never dare to feel love in my life.
It's you,
you made me make decision that I don't usually make,
and that makes all the difference.
I love you, luv,
I love you.
He had a dream, he saw what's happening.
He told me about it, but I don't believe it.
He just wanted to say everything,
He told me how I taught him love.
If only I know,
If only I have the time to tell him that I love him too.
If only the watch don't crack,
If only I promise her to Ohio,
If only the coke didn't spill on my shirt,
If only I don't go to the meeting,
If only I remember her graduation concert.
If only...
If only...
If only...
Friday, October 9, 2009
The Authority has just MADE my day
What a wonderful day to receive a good news. Birds are chirping, flowers are blooming, everything is glowing, and I was facebook-ing.
"Waaa... I'm so happy to tell you all that our allowance has been reduced to Rm 2490 per semester / 6 months. YIPPIEEE ~!! "
"Oh really? That's such a good news!! Where did you heard that from?"
"An inside story from the Authority. It's kinda confirmed already, so YIPPIIEEE ~!!"
"Cool... Any reason why the Authority made this wonderful decision?"
"SATU MALAYSIA they said. Demi Pencapaian!! HURRAYYYY ~!!"
There you go, a piece of good news from the Authority High Above. What a pleasant thing to hear for all those students involved, like Me. =)
Well well at least the students now can start to think less about their results and studies that had been so darn stressful for them! Now they can think of something elso with more FUN!
"Waaa... I'm so happy to tell you all that our allowance has been reduced to Rm 2490 per semester / 6 months. YIPPIEEE ~!! "
"Oh really? That's such a good news!! Where did you heard that from?"
"An inside story from the Authority. It's kinda confirmed already, so YIPPIIEEE ~!!"
"Cool... Any reason why the Authority made this wonderful decision?"
"SATU MALAYSIA they said. Demi Pencapaian!! HURRAYYYY ~!!"
There you go, a piece of good news from the Authority High Above. What a pleasant thing to hear for all those students involved, like Me. =)
Well well at least the students now can start to think less about their results and studies that had been so darn stressful for them! Now they can think of something elso with more FUN!
- Places to get part time job. Woohooo ~
- How much money they can earn from the part time job. Yeah ~
- How can they skip boring classes to make time for their job. Way to Go ~
- How can they use their salary to have cool gadgets. Oh my God ~
- How they might just use this money to pay off the contract with the government. Yesssss ~
The Authority has definitely made my day. I love them so much. Yeah.
Ha-Chooooooo
Dunno how on earth I got flu today. Keep sneezing non-stop. But I hope I would last until this Saturday, at least I don't have to play the stupid handball. =.=
Talk about handball, I think I would most probably fail my curricular subject this semester. Can't help it, I just completely suck in sports.
Well hopefully my virus will disappear on Sunday, then I can concentrate on my Grammar Micro-Teaching on Monday. Good luck to me and Yiing. =)
Haaaa-Chooooooooo ~ =X
Talk about handball, I think I would most probably fail my curricular subject this semester. Can't help it, I just completely suck in sports.
Well hopefully my virus will disappear on Sunday, then I can concentrate on my Grammar Micro-Teaching on Monday. Good luck to me and Yiing. =)
Haaaa-Chooooooooo ~ =X
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Mysterious = Excitement?
Someone told me that if something is not mysterious enough, it won't be interesting, because everybody else is there to see it. Just like a blog, if it's not hidden and open for public reading, it will not motivate him to do any further reading.
I had a good laugh when I heard this, although it was 1.30am in the morning and I was kinda sleepy. So I replied, some of my friends would want to read them, and making my blog not user-friendly isn't convenient for my readers.
Yea yea I admit I don't have many of my so-called "readers", but I do have "some" okay? =P
So that actually made me think, putting my personal thoughts online and share it with public, is it a wise thing to do? People may just steal something personal from you and make it theirs. *as in the case of plagiarism* But again, who would want to steal your personal stories?
For me, blogging is a way for me to release my stress and to share my sharable personal experiences to my friends. Take it as a lesson, or just merely reading a not-so-interesting story. So take it this way,
So I guess I'll continue blogging like this, just the way I like it to be. ^_^
I had a good laugh when I heard this, although it was 1.30am in the morning and I was kinda sleepy. So I replied, some of my friends would want to read them, and making my blog not user-friendly isn't convenient for my readers.
Yea yea I admit I don't have many of my so-called "readers", but I do have "some" okay? =P
So that actually made me think, putting my personal thoughts online and share it with public, is it a wise thing to do? People may just steal something personal from you and make it theirs. *as in the case of plagiarism* But again, who would want to steal your personal stories?
For me, blogging is a way for me to release my stress and to share my sharable personal experiences to my friends. Take it as a lesson, or just merely reading a not-so-interesting story. So take it this way,
Letting someone to read your stories isn't a bad thing, as long as it is beneficial for them, then it is also a good thing for you. =)
So I guess I'll continue blogging like this, just the way I like it to be. ^_^
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Will You Die Because of Love?
Recently I had encountered such a case, a distant friend of mine had just commited suicide, because of love. I did not know this news until an acquaintance of mine told me that, this news might be a fake, since there are so much possibilities of lies in there.
So I checked on the person's profile in Facebook, deceased. Lots of wall posts and comments asking why, but remained unreplied by the owner. So I assumed, the news is true. Deceased.
And I checked on my acquaintance's personal message. Yeah, deceased.
Believe me, I was totally stunned at that time, totally speechless. I've never encountered such things before. I can understand a sickly person is going away soon, I can understand accidents, I can understand an elder dying, but not a person at such young an age.
Love is blind, and because of love, a person's life was gone. Indeed, love has blinded the person from making a wise decision to move on.
May you rest in peace. I promise I will take care of her as far as I can, for your sake.
How Far Can Determination Bring You?
Exactly how far can your determination can bring you? I guess people hardly would ask themselves this question. They will question only the furthest that they can go with their so-called limited ability.
But the fact is human's might is never limited, except when you are fighting against the almighty God. Why are we feeling weak and lazy since we actually have the strength to go on? Why don't we just challenge ourselves to move one step further? All these are human's fault. It's the same as possessing the trait of selfishness. As long as you are a human, you can't help it, you will just do it.
How pathetic a human can be.
If you guys have the time, try to watch Edison Chen and Sam Lee's "Dog Bite Dog". It's a Hong Kong production movie that made Sam Lee the best actor in HK's Golden Horse Award. And you will see, how far can a human's determination go.
But the fact is human's might is never limited, except when you are fighting against the almighty God. Why are we feeling weak and lazy since we actually have the strength to go on? Why don't we just challenge ourselves to move one step further? All these are human's fault. It's the same as possessing the trait of selfishness. As long as you are a human, you can't help it, you will just do it.
How pathetic a human can be.
If you guys have the time, try to watch Edison Chen and Sam Lee's "Dog Bite Dog". It's a Hong Kong production movie that made Sam Lee the best actor in HK's Golden Horse Award. And you will see, how far can a human's determination go.
Friday, October 2, 2009
A Slim Girl Can Get Anything?!
Very often we see on TV or on magazines, cover girls are always skinny with beautiful bone structure and slender body figure. And very often I've wonder, when would these cover girls be changed to a slightly meaty girl who has fuller body and squeezable cheeks? I guess not, FHM and PlayBoy wouldn't sell as good as it is right now.
I don't really know why I blog about this, maybe because I just re-watched "The Confession of a Shoppaholic", and again I wonder what is Rebecca Bloomwood aka Girl in Green Scarf is just a girl with all those writing talents but not the looks, would her boss still fall for her?
This would definitely lead to a lot more assumptions and examples, and all these are questions for us to ponder on.
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Which one do you prefer? =)
I know I'm making a very general statement here, probably some slim girl would shout at me saying.
"We did not, we have same gains and loses like you do too~"
But slim girls would have to admit that they have better opportunities than "chubby" girls.
Girls, please don't hate me for this. I'm speaking as general, therefore no personal involvement in this.
Girls, please don't hate me for this. I'm speaking as general, therefore no personal involvement in this.
I don't really know why I blog about this, maybe because I just re-watched "The Confession of a Shoppaholic", and again I wonder what is Rebecca Bloomwood aka Girl in Green Scarf is just a girl with all those writing talents but not the looks, would her boss still fall for her?
This would definitely lead to a lot more assumptions and examples, and all these are questions for us to ponder on.
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Which one do you prefer? =)Thursday, October 1, 2009
The Ugly Truth
What really is the ugly truth of men-women relationship? That women are such control freaks? And men are just bunch of cowards who only think using their penis?
I've watched and I really liked this movie, had a good time laughing out loud but still, I don't think that movie had conveyed it all. If the problems between men and women can be explained in such simple note, the divorce rate would not be cropping up every year; psychologists and consultants would have to pull grass from the road side to cook soup with sand as seasoning. If we have women as control freaks, what about those men who limited their wives and girlfriends to cover up every inch of their bodies with unsighted clothes? If we have men who are just bunch of cowards what about those women who only have minds all over themselves but the others?
So now you will clearly see that this is not about masculinism or feminism. It is about the SELFISHNESS of human, regardless men or women. When you are selfish, you tend to control people to go your way. When you are selfish, you are confined in your own feelings. And this selfishness can never be cured as long as you claim yourself as a human, you just can't help it.
The ugly truth is, we are all selfish. We are just a bunch of selfish idiots.
I've watched and I really liked this movie, had a good time laughing out loud but still, I don't think that movie had conveyed it all. If the problems between men and women can be explained in such simple note, the divorce rate would not be cropping up every year; psychologists and consultants would have to pull grass from the road side to cook soup with sand as seasoning. If we have women as control freaks, what about those men who limited their wives and girlfriends to cover up every inch of their bodies with unsighted clothes? If we have men who are just bunch of cowards what about those women who only have minds all over themselves but the others?
So now you will clearly see that this is not about masculinism or feminism. It is about the SELFISHNESS of human, regardless men or women. When you are selfish, you tend to control people to go your way. When you are selfish, you are confined in your own feelings. And this selfishness can never be cured as long as you claim yourself as a human, you just can't help it.
The ugly truth is, we are all selfish. We are just a bunch of selfish idiots.
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