My Lovely Sister, Carmen Lee

Hmm, how do i start this.. Debate of course. Another year, and again i helped out my school debate team, that is my juniors for the district level debate competition. The difference was, this was my final year in SMK Kepong, and, we managed to win state champions. Now, this post is not actually for debate, but debate is how it all started.

My teacher found a promising young girl who had a talent for public speaking and thought that she would make a good addition for the debate team next year. And therefore, Carmen Lee came to watch the debate quarter finals together with me and the rest of the team. At first look, i thought she was a quiet hard to approach girl. But sooner, i realised that she was quite the opposite. The debate quarter finals marked our first meeting and exchange of numbers.

Carmen's class was right below mine. Enthusiastic to learn more about debate, she came upstairs to see me almost everyday asking questions. Being the small cute little girl she is, i took good care of her and before i knew it she said to me, "you're like an elder brother to me" when i was shielding her head during the rain. That was when the both of us became really close like brothers and sisters.

Her frequent visits the me never stopped. Only this time, it was just for empty talk. She soon became very friendly to my ring of friends as she regularly comes in my class and chats with them as well. The problem was, my friends and class teacher thought she was my girlfriend, even till this very second.

Carmen is a really nice girl. Once, she baked a cake in KH class and came up to my class to let me taste it. No words could describe the look on her face when she asked, "how does it taste like ?". It was filled with hope that the cake tasted good. It did taste good, except that it was just a little burnt. A couple of weeks later, she came to me bringing me some homemade muffins. Now those were perfectly baked and tasted really good~

Despite the fact that she constantly 'bullies' and scolds me, i know she was just kidding. She occasionally would say, "hey, dont fell bad ah i bully you and scold you.. i play play oni". She's like a little child to me. Everytime she has a problem, she would call me and i would be there for her. We often spent long hours on the phone, with me calling her. Something i don't mind and look forward to. She's my little sister after all.

Well, there are too many things to say about her and us, but, so far this is how much my memory permits me. She is now waiting tensely for her PMR result which will be out on 23rd December. Carmen, if you are reading this, I'M DEFINITELY GONNA WIN THE BET !!!!! I wish her all the best, and hope your have a wonderful christmas in Taiwan~

~My Sweet Sister Carmen ^_^~

Sad Story

To those who are married, .. Not married .. and soon to be married, I hope you will be touched with this story... MARRIAGE When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce.. I raised the topic calmly. She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Dew. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her! With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now. The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again. In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage. This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning.. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request. I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions.. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.. My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office. On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time.. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her. On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore. She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead.. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart. That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead. The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage! If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you. If you do, you just might save a marriage. Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.

- RM10

Tonight is the night in my life that i suffered a loss of RM 10. Why ?? Here's the reason. After my tuition class, me, nian en and wen shin went for some ice at the shop behind our tuition. There, before i even ordered, an indian uncle came to my table and gestured to shake hands with me. All i did was stare at him. I didn't even know who he was and was trying to figure if i knew him. And then, he said..

Uncle : Boy, i have not eaten yet. Can you please spare me some cash ??

Me : Umm, how much do you need ??

Uncle : Just RM2 is enough. I can go to any mamak and have some roti canai.

And so, i opened my wallet wanting to give him RM5. Upon looking at the RM5 note, he quickly said

Uncle : Can you give me RM 5 ??

But what happened after dat ?? When i took out the money, alog came Mr. RM 10 together with the green note. And what did the uncle do ?

Uncle : Aiyah, just give me the RM10 la.

*takes the red note from my hands*

During this time, wen shin was out and i was sitting with Nian En. She was totally blurr as the uncle was speaking to me in Tamil. After taking the money from me, he turned to her and..

Uncle : Who is this boy ? Your husband ??

Nian En : Nola. Just friends.

Uncle : Friends ? Marry him la~ Very good boy *shows thumbs up*

Nian En : Umm, ok ok.

And so the man leaves the store with my RM10. I am not gonna curse him, but rather myself for my little "syndrome" whom my close friends know about. For those who are unaware of this "syndrome", i'm sure you guys have watched "Yes Man" starring Jim Carrey. Well, that's who i become when someone asks for my help. Friend or stranger. I just came seem to bring myself to say NO. Call me bragging or whatever you want~ Haiz... my RM10.. T_T

WTF

Yesterday night, i was listening to Weekly Top Forty on Hitz.fm. During the course of the show, a small girl called up the station. I would say she was barely 10 years old by her voice. Here's what happened

Girl : I just got a new phone and texted my friend.. I know what OMG means !

Guy : Oh really, so what does it mean dear ??

Girl : It means Oh my god ! Can you teach me other words like this

Then the guy gives her a few examples like LOL and stuff and says

Guy : SO, are you happy now ??

Girl : Yes, thank you soo much. But i have one last question.

Guy : What is it dear ?

Girl : My mum always uses WTF. What does that mean ??

Guy : Umm..... It means Weekly Top Forty dear~

And with that, the girl hung up..

~Parliament~

Last wednesday, (yea, sorry for being late) the entire Form 6 from my school went for a visit to the Parliament.. On tuesday, the only thing we heard from the teacher's were. "So, we won't be having anything to do tomorrow then ??" Anyway, it was a fun trip. We learnt how STUPID our politicians are, acting like a bunch of baboons. Come on, if someone says something interesting, clap your hands people, not bang on the table !! And education kindergarden children is NOT gona solve the pollution problem. Sheesh~

Here are the pics,

Entrance

Our parliament

Before entering

After watch baboons debate, we take pics..

Photographers getting ready

Pic 1

Pic 2

Pic 3

Upper Six Science 1

Aim High

Dis looks like what ??

After eat, must wash hands..

Arrival back at school~

My19th Birthday

Hello people. This year, my birthday was really something very special to me as it was the first birthday that my friends planned as a surprise for me. So, thanks to u guys.My birthday is actually on the 14th of March.But since it fell during the sem break, me buddies had a short celebration on d last day of school,12th March, which happened to also be Way San's birthday~ It was a double celebration.I never expected a celebration for me at all and thank you once again to everyone. After school, d class sang "Happy Birthday" to me and Way San. Later, a few of us went for lunch at Pizza Hut.

Me with my gift from the gang

Opening the present..lets see wats inside..

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Aaah, the dots represent several censored pics which i do not wish to share on my blog for personal reasons which may lead to me losing my dignity.Those who REALLY want to see d pics, msg me on my msn. ^_^v

At Pizza Hut, Listening to advise from Philosophy King while waiting for food~

~The Gals~

Haiz, add cheese as though never eaten cheese before..tsk tsk..

Me n brader Kar Hou

Birthday girl with cake having a "BRILLIANT" idea at that moment

Pic 1 : Before praying

Pic 2 : Praying.. wishing for boyfriend la tu~

The guys with the birthday girl after eating

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A couple of censored pics, but does not involve me though.I'm just respecting privacy. Again, you can ask me on my msn on where u can have a look at these pictures~

~The Entire Family~

This is it for my 19th birthday. As for the late update on this, thats because i went to India on the 14th March and only came back today, 20th March. I'll b blogging about my trip some time soon when i'm free.. Sorry for the unavailability of certain photos, ask me on msn and i will let u noe the 'location' of these pictures~ Thank You guys once again..

Condolence

Pn.Lim's only child passed away today. He's 20+ years old and drowned while swimming. He was having his holiday at Pulau Perhentian Island at Terengganu.

My condolences to Pn Lim on the demise of her only son. May God give her the strength to get through this tough time. Stay strong Pn Lim. And to her son, may he Rest In Peace together with HIM.

DISSECTION~

Hey people~!! Here's d latest pic of my bio experiment.. Dissection of mammalian digestive system..

First.. u crucify d specimen

Den... u start cutting d fur off...

Use forceps to dig around inside

Tear d rib cage open..

And thr u have it..a complete dissection~

D "pickling" process

Mouse pickle anyone ??

~Da Dissection Gang~

All mice were alive at time of dissection..D hearts were still beating even after d rib cage was ripped open and while we were digging around inside with out forceps..Yes ppl, d mice were well alive in dat group pic.. dey oni died in d "pickling" process..

Live Like We're Dying~

HEYO~ Jus tought that I'd share an awesome song with really meaningful lyrics.. Song by Kris Allen, winner of 2009 American Idol~ Enjoy peeps !! XD

Sometimes we fall down and can't get back up

we're hiding behind skin that's too tough

how come we don't say I love you enough

till it's to late, it's not too late

Our hearts are hungry for a food that won't come

we could make a feast from these crumbs

and we're all staring down the barrel of a gun

so if your life flashed before you

what would you wish you would've done

Yeah... gotta start

lookin at the hand of the time we've been given here

this is all we got and we gotta start pickin it

every second counts on a clock that's tickin'

gotta live like we're dying

We only got

86 400 seconds in a day to

turn it all around or throw it all away

we gotta tell 'em that we love 'em

while we got the chance to say

gotta live like we're dying

And if your plane fell out of the skies

who would you call with your last goodbyes

should be so careful who we live out our lives

so when we long for absolution

there'll no one on the line

Yeah... gotta start

lookin at the hand of the time we've been given here

this is all we got and we gotta start pickin it

every second counts on a clock that's tickin'

gotta live like we're dying

We only got

86 400 seconds in a day to

turn it all around or throw it all away

we gotta tell 'em that we love 'em

while we got the chance to say

gotta live like we're dying

Like we're dying oh-- like we're dying [x2]

We only got

86 400 seconds in a day to

turn it all around or throw it all away

we gotta tell 'em that we love 'em

while we got the chance to say

gotta live -- like we're dying

We never know a good thing till it's gone

you never see a crash until it's head on

all those people right when we're dead wrong

you never know a good thing till it's gone

Yeah... gotta start

lookin at the hand of the time we've been given here

this is all we got and we gotta start livin it

every second counts on a clock that's tickin'

gotta live like we're dying

We only got

86 400 seconds in a day to

turn it all around or throw it all away

we gotta tell 'em that we love 'em

while we got the chance to say

gotta live like we're dying

Like we're dying oh -- like we're dying [x2]

We only got

86 400 seconds in a day to

turn it all around or throw it all away

we gotta tell 'em that we love 'em

while we got the chance to say

gotta live like we're dying

live like we're dying

PREFECT~!!!!!

Hey ppl~ Its been a really loooong time since i last wrote sumthn on dis blog of mine. The reasons are really very simple actually. I was just tooo lazy n nuthn interesting happened for me to blog about. And the reason for me to b typing dis rite now is also simply because i have the time, nuthn to do now due to being bored and... sumthn interesting happened today~!!

Now, ever since i was in Standard 1 up till Form 5, never did i hv any intention watsoever of becoming a school prefect. Being a prefect jus sucks d fun out of school life.. all d rules to follow n not being able to skip classes and school. Where's d thrill in dat ??

Dis year, being in form 6, i can certainly start to feel d pressure. Hopefully d pressure keeps increasing. ( I do better under pressure..i noe..I'm weird). Anyways, d Penolong Kanan came into class today n mentioned dat d principal was sooo dissapointed cuz no1 in form 6 wanted to b'cum school prefects..And so, she forced a few of us to become prefects. The first victim was Pengerusi Rukun Negara aka Ow Kar Hou..HAHA~ Pity him, whn he said he didn wan to b a prefect, d teacher asked him to drop his pengerusi post.. Secondly,our dear PTE president was selected, but he somehow managed to wriggle out and out of nowhere, my name was called out. The reason, because i'm a school debater.. WAT DA HELL !!! After lots or arguement and emotional talk (by d teacher), v had no choice but to give in.. but i doubt me n kar hou are gona b'cum prefects anyway. V're jus gona ignore d call cuz v need to skip school n classes~ hehe

As for d girls, dey accepted dey're "fate" clamly without any fight. So, kudos to Kar Mun and Ee Yin !! All da best girls ! XD

Dats pretty much it. STPM is gettin nearer day by day and d fear is also growing on stronger.. Hopefully everythn end well ( I wish for a "happily ever after" ending for my STPM). Good luck to all upper sixers..let us fight all d way together~!!