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~