Confession

I'm not a good writer.

Yeah, I know.

Sigh.

Some People Are Just F****** RICH

1. that they can travel half-way round the globe and show off to those who do not have the opportunity to do so.
2. that they can show off whatever LV or PV bags they have and make everyone else go drooling like "ooooohhhh....aaahhhhh.....ooohhhh"
3. that they seem to have everything a humble man can ask for...only in his dreams.
4. that all good things seem to be happening on them. AND ONLY ON THEM.


Can I complain?

Er, no. I simply cannot complain because I am ME. I am not HER or HIM or some SHE or some HE. Geddit?

I just hate these. They made me feel miserable, in a way. Sorta.


ARRGGGSHHHHHHHAARRRRRRGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Money still not important?


B***s***

A True Love Story

Just a quickie. I found this on someone's blog and I must say that I kinda got hitched to it when I first read it. I decided to share it here because I like it =). You guys just gotta read it!

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Lt. John Blanchard was in New York City at Grand Central Station, and he looked up at the big clock. It said five till six. He heart was racing. At exactly six o’clock he was going to meet the girl who he thought he was in love with, but had never met. This is what had happened… He had been in Florida for pilot training during World War II, and while he was there he happened to go to a library and check out a book. As he flipped through the pages, he noticed that someone had made notes in the margins. Reading the insightful observations in beautiful handwriting, he said to himself, “I would love to meet whoever wrote these notes– they seem to me kind, gentle and wise.”

He looked in the front of the book and saw a name, Harlyss Maynell, New York City. He decided to try to find her. With the help of a New York City phone book, he found her address and wrote her a letter. The day after he wrote her, he was shipped back overseas to fight in the war.

Surprisingly, Harlyss answered John’s letter. They soon began corresponding back and forth thorughout the war. “Her letters were just like the marvelous notes she had written in that book,” John recalled. “She was so comforting and helping.”

One time John had confessed in a letter that he had been scared to death when they flew over Germany. Harlyss had encouraged him, “All brave men are afraid at times. Next time you are afraid, just say, ‘Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for Thou art with me.’ ”

As they continued to write, John began to realize that he was having romantic feelings toward Harlyss. He wrote, “Send me a picture,” and she replied, “No, I won’t. Relationships are not built on what people look like.”

Still, he was intrigued by her and longed to meet her in person. Finally the day came when he was to return to he States on leave. He mentioned in one of his letters that he was coming home and would like to take her to dinner. She had arranged to meet him in New York City’s Grand Central Station at six p.m. under the big block. “You’ll know who I am because I’ll be wearing a red rose,” she told him.

At last the day had come. John waited nervously to finally meet the girl he thought he loved. Here is how John described his first meeting with Harlyss Maynell:

“A young woman was coming toward me, her figure long and slim. She had blonde hair that lay back in curls from her delivate ears. Her eyes were as blue as flowers. Her lips and chin had a gentle firmness, and in pale green suit she looked like spring-time come alive!

Excitedly, I started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was not wearing a red rose. As I moved her way, she noticed me. A small provocative smile curled in her lips.

‘Going my way, soldier?’ she asked coyly. I took another step closer to her. It was then I saw… Harlyss Maynell with the red rose in her coat, walking directly behind the girl in green. My heart sank. She was a woman well past forty. She was plump. She had graying hair tucked under a worn hat. Her thick ankles were thrust into low shoes. The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away. I had to make a choice. Should I follow after the beauty who had just spoken to me? Or stay and face poor Harlyss Maynell?

I made my decision and I did not hesitate. Turning toward the woman, I smiled. Even as I began to speak, I felt choked by bitter disappointment. “You must be Miss Maynell,” I said, extending my hand. “I’m so glad you could meet me. Will you join me for dinner?”

The old woman’s face then broadened into a smile. “I don’t know what this is all about, son,” she replied, “but you know that young woman in the green suit who just went by? I met her on the train. She begged me to wear this rose in my coat. She said that if you should ask me to dinner, to tell you she’s waiting for you in that big restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind of test.” ”

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Like the blogger from whom I took this story from, I melted too~~
Ain't it sweet?
The story could be found in a book entitled "When God Writes Your Love Story". It was written by Eric and Leslie Ludy. The conclusion? One day you and I would be tested too <3 size="1">Credits to ernsheong.com =)

Sinful Indulgences: Part One

To start with, I think it's been a sinful weekend.

Sinful because I'm spending as if my Dad's Lee Ka-shing or my Grandpa's Uncle Lim. But what's done is done...as long as my Mom didn't find out about me buying T-shirts (again) that cost a bomb *muka tak mahu kena nag*

Anyway, apart from the great farewell BBQ party, which I attended on Friday's night at Ridzuan Condo, right after my World Religion's test, I went for another round of good food and fine dining with Mother Mary.

We went all the way to KLCC for California's Pizza Kitchen's pizza. Ah huh! Pizza for the world!!! The setting there was fantastic, laid back and relaxing. The food was satisfying but oh, oh, big thumbs down for the service.

Dammit lah. Just because we're some teenagers doesn't mean that you can just shrugged us of lah. Didn't you know that teenagers are big spenders these days? *referring self...joking only lah*

Anyway, the pizza was a completely different kind than those you normally consumed at Pizza Hut. The crust and the pizza base were so thin but the toppings were generous! We ordered a Mushroom Pepperoni Pizza and boy, there were so many slices of yummy pepperoni and mushrooms! Not forgetting, the cheese was absolutely fabulous! The overall taste of the pizza was not as strong and overpowering like that of Pizza Hut's but it's pretty refreshing, in a way.
Next time nak pergi lagi lah, so that I can try out the pasta and salads...they looked rather yummy but...the serving portion, is once again, HUGE!

That's sinful indulgence number 1.

Be back soon with the other "sins" that I've committed soon~~

La la la la la...*muka amat haengbok-kae*

I'll Be There

Hey!

You may not be reading this but ya know what, I'll be there when you need me, even if it means a simple chat or something like that. It hits me real hard and I just didn't expect that to happen...not so fast at least...God bless you.

With all my heart.

K-night Rider

If there's anything worthy enough for me to sacrifice my beauty sleep, it would be...

1. TV
2. Yum-cha session with my parents, and my brothers, and my uncles, and my granny...hehe...

And last but not the least *que drumroll*


BADMINTON!

I'm so happy that I managed to accomplish such amazing feat of staying well into 2am to catch the All-England

\(^^)/ *muka buang confetti*


I'm even happier considering I managed to accomplish all three last weekend, which was a day longer *muka skipping happily*

But oh-oh...I nak balik every weekend also lah....T.T

A Roll of Vulgar Shit

The week is half gone...

So does my beauty sleep of the week *muka amat tulan*. I have not been sleeping well these couple of days and I'll be joining my "siblings", Tuan Tuan and Yuan Yuan in the Taiwan National Zoo.

Sigh...

Sleep not well, eat also not well, studies also not well...everything also macam not well. Why like that one??!

Sometimes, I just feel like why on earth am I suffering like this? I mean, yeah, of course it's great getting the scholarship, going to the States, getting a world class education and yada yada...but, there's also some cons too. Like, just because you're sponsored by some f**king scholarships and so you must toil like the kerbaus di sawah padi *muka wtf*...just because you're one of the lucky students picked for the same scholarship and therefore you must ALWAYS maintain your performance *slack a little also cannot meh now? You think I'm some sh**a** goddess ah?*

Like I said, I'm very tulan. So, sorry for the sudden dose of vulgar sh**.

Another thing. Just because I f******g scored a perfect score for that quiz doesn't mean I'm her latest pet you know? And scoring a perfect score doesn't mean that I'm smart or something; I think I'm like the dumbest in class sometimes. I'm no one's pet since Primary RPS and MGS, so there's no way I'll f*****g end up as someone's pet. The reason?

ME = NO KAKI BODEK.

In fact, I hate kaki bodeks...*muka imbas kembali peristiwa zaman-zaman dahulu*

I just hated it when some idiots provoked my anger. No point testing me on my patience; I'm the most impatient and panas baran fella you'll ever met in your life. Even my parents acknowleged that as the universal truth...I can start rambling and grumbling even on the slightest matter ever.

Right, I'm just so f*****g tulan.

And my problems-plagued relationship with Math. I felt so stupid in class. Sometimes, I couldn't even understand what exactly he's babbling about in class. Not to mention the sudden pop quizzzes he'll give it to you out of the blues. *ok lah, pop quizzes mah. I geddit* I think I'll may score a f*****g C for my Maths this time - there goes my CGPA. I'm just so worried about my grades dammit.

Some more got History and World Religion. All studying and memorizing *muka totally f***ed up dah* Done with History Test 1 and I think I underperformed. Again. Like usual. World Religion's is next friday and I haven't start revising for it yet. And oh, how nice of my Maths lecturer to give us another mind-boggling test next Wednesday - it's Test 2 this time.

I'm really stressed this semester - definitely grumpier, easily annoyed et cetera. I regretted taking Maths, no thanks to my cocky-ness of assuming that it'll be a breeze. I guess I'd screwed myself.

Another thing again: sometimes, I felt like I needed to bitch about someone to someone. But I couldn't do it here for the fear of tuck jui yan *didn't you know how advance technology is these days?* There's so many things I need to complain and bitch about and I just couldn't f*****g find the right fella.

And that's like rubbing some sea salt or some Himalayan salt on my wounds *muka semakin f***ed up*