Friday, April 17, 2009

Essay on LOVE


What is the one emotion that has everyone mystified? What is the one emotion that has started as many wars as it has ended? What emotion has had more plays, songs, and stories written about it than anything else? Love, that one emotion that makes enemies into friends and friends into enemies. So many legends surround this emotion, from the goddess Athena and Helen of Troy to Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet.

Love comes in so many different levels, that it doesn't appear to be the same emotion at all, but it is. There is so much to love, that it will be hard to put into this simple essay. It can tear people apart and make us do irrational things to bringing together entire nations. What can this emotion not do? It's hard to tell, but there is a lot it can.

This emotion, bring tears to our eyes when something happens to our family members, friends, and pets. When we feel love ripped from us, as in death or being spurned by another, we do things we wouldn't normally do, such as go on violent rampages, or mourn to the extent that our loved ones have to watch us constantly to make sure we don't try anything like suicide. Some can move on, always remembering the lost loved one after a while, but others can not let go. These are the ones that need our love and support the most.

There are so many levels to love, that I can only express a few of them here. These are the ones we see most in life. Friendship starts this list off. Yes, it doesn't seem like it, but we do feel love towards our friends, this is what helps us get along so well, and why we miss them when we don't see our friends for a long time. It's also why we hold certain friends over others no matter what happens. Sometimes, the bond between friends deepens to the point where a stronger bond of love is made, making them family.

Another level of love, are for our siblings and other family members. Even though we do things to our family members, and sometimes we don't like some of our family, that bond is still there. It's this family bond level of love that brought about the phrase, blood is thicker than water. We will do things for our brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, and children before we would even consider doing them for anyone else. Many wars have been started because of this family level, brother avenging brother or father, father protecting his wife and children, or even vice versa. This simple family bond can even extend to include our pets, amazingly enough, and that is a good thing.

A third level to love, is the bond that brings man and woman together. This level is among the strongest of them all. It is this level of love that has brought together kingdoms into nations in the past, and ended many great wars. It's is also for the love of a woman that has started a few of our well-known wars, like the Trojan Wars of ancient times. It's brought together families that have argued for years and years, such as in the Shakespearean play, Romeo and Juliet. Even though the two mentioned killed themselves in the end, it still brought their families together.

The last mentionable level of love is that bond between a mother and her children. There is no stronger, nor will there ever be. This bond starts from the very first tiny fluttering of movement and never ends, even after death of the child. A mother protects her children in the name of love, and directs them through life using it as the example to follow. Well, at least it should be. It's because of her children a mother will work at a job she hates, just to make sure they have everything they could ever want or need.

The phrase, love makes the world go round is very true. It's is our driving force, for what ever reason it may be. Poems, plays, and legends can only briefly touch the true meaning of love. We can only feel what that meaning is, and express it in ways only we can understand towards another. The true question we should be asking is not, what is life, but what is love.

What is love? I don't know, but I'll do what I can to express it to my son, my husband, my family and friends, and to every single pet I have or ever will own in the best possible way that I can.

Saturday, December 13, 2008

God bless me....

What happened to me....
I did not miss him much....
What should i do le????

Just only visit Ben's blog....
So envy them...
So lovely.....

This holiday is so terrible for me....
No place to go...No money to go anywhere....
And that is why need to work....
Work from 0900 till 1800...
Sometimes work from 0900 till 2200....

Everyday remains the same...life 's boring....
Sunday...bored...Guitar class from 1000 till 1200...
Haiz...why...so...boring....

I miss my classmates...
I miss my friends.....
I miss my classrooms.....
But i doesn't miss the teachers....

If somebody ask me what is the most important thing to me???
I will answer...
My friends....
My true Friends...
My trustworthy friends...
My close friends...
My best firiends...

Withouts friends...
I think i'll die la....

The second thing i need for my life is my Family....
I had lost One of them...
And i do not want another of them leave me....
But i know that is impossible...
Living things doesn't live forever....
And that is why i am so appreciate them....My dear family...

Christmas is near....
I wish...
All my friends are blessed.....
I wish...
I can spend Christmas Eve with him...

Merry Christmas!!!!


Monday, November 24, 2008

晴天霹雳的天空....

他....
终于恋爱了......
知道他恋爱了......
心里好像很不舒服......
天空好像晴天霹雳了.......

与他相处了一年, 觉得他人挺不错的, 样子还蛮可爱的,待人又好, 有时还很幽默...
总是让人很想靠近它,接近他....

但是现在....
他好像恋爱了....

当知道他终于恋爱了...心里好像不是很滋味儿...天空好像晴天霹雳似的...不知应该替他开心还是....而自己也不知在犹豫什么...

刚刚上线时...他..
不知是不是知道我的留言板在指他......
唤了我...说道:" 我还是单身, still available, haha...."

我也假装不知道地回了他一个问号....
我也没问他关于他所说他还是个单身的事情....
还真搞不懂他在恋爱还是在耍我..... 讨厌死了...

此时此刻...我也不想去想关于他的事情了....
我只期待这星期五可以和他一起游玩......那就行了...

对于现在我对他的感情是怎么一回事...我看..只可以先搁在一边了....
但愿我们的友谊能长久....








Thursday, November 6, 2008

The Exam......

This week is damn fuck up!!!! People outside the world having fun after exam but we are suffering here having the fucking exam.... hate the orang utan.....especially the fucking chemistry..haiz...hate the shorty...hate the pigs in the school.....now only let us take exam...along this week is damn damn boring and tiring...dunno exam for what ...hate hate hate hate EXAM!!!!!!!!

Im so anxious bout the day we will be going Sunway Lagoon....with the whole class...it must be lots fun.....hehe....Today so angry..get scolded from a Pui Kia....haiz...first time get scolded so loud from him....hate him....so kecil hati..i kena from him is twice hurts then him...scold me...kill him next time.....

There is another week to having the fucking exams....im gonna die......

Friday, October 24, 2008

HiHiHaHa...

Substitute Teacher
Walking through the hallways at the middle school where Sam work,
Sam saw a new substitute teacher standing outside his classroom with his forehead against a locker.
He heard him mutter, "How did you get yourself into this?"
Knowing that he was assigned to a difficult class, I tried to offer moral support.
"Are you okay?" I asked. "Can I help?"
He lifted his head and replied, "I'll be fine as soon as I get this kid out of his locker."
The hard worker
One of my coworkers told me, “I’ve become so nearsighted I almost worked myself to death.”
“What does being nearsighted have to do with working yourself to death?” I asked.
He replied, “I couldn’t tell whether the boss was watching me or not, so I had to work all the time.”
Sweet Nothings…
An elderly gent was invited to an old friends’ home for dinner one evening.
He was impressed by the way his buddy preceded every request to his wife with endearing terms such as: Honey, My Love, Darling, Sweetheart, Pumpkin, etc.
The couple had been married almost 70 years and, clearly, they were still very much in love.
While the wife was in the kitchen, the man leaned over and said to his host, ‘I think it’s wonderful that, after all these years, you still call your wife those loving pet names.’
The old man hung his head. ‘I have to tell you the truth,’ he said, ‘Her name slipped my mind about 10 years ago and I’m scared to death to ask her what it is!’
Pregnant
My husband and I had been trying to have a third child for awhile.
Unfortunately, the day I was to take a home pregnancy test, he was called out of town on business.
I had told our young daughters about the test, and they were excited.
We decided if it was positive, we would buy a baby outfit to surprise their father when he got home.
The three of us stood in the bathroom eagerly waiting for the telltale line to appear.
When it did not, my thoughtful seven- year-old gave me a hug.
“It’s okay, Mom,” she said. “The next time Daddy goes out of town, you can try and get pregnant again.”
Haiz...life are boring....if you got some free times should read some lame jokes to laugh for at least some seconds or you can also create some jokes too....im bored......the whole week we were playing in the class its really really playing crazy like hell.... haiz..but the final exam is on 3rd of Nov..it just drop on right after my birthday 2nd of Nov....haiz...i think sure boring wan this year's birthday...

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Bored....Our story..

I feel so bored during this holiday....

Im so lazy to blogging too...Too lazy...
Tomorrow going Mid Valley with the whole class....

4C first outgoing...sure very fun....

me, kiran. boon kyan, zi yung, tiru, amelia, christine, celeste, eunice, jia-wen,yow tzen, pui yan....i was wondering what will happened tomorrow.....must be wonderful....

This year i really had lots of fun with my class..... 4C..4 Cacat......We are 24 cacat students in this class....we love each other...
I admit that we are really very cacat.... even lots of teacher complained bout us from the starting of the year till now....

I still remember starting of the year we still damn good cuz haven know each other enough...
When come to March...our Bio teacher she absent to school cuz need delivered...and our Bio class teacher replaced by a teacher..until now we all also what the hell is the teacher name.......we hated her so so so much....i am the first one who fought with her... i fought with her without giving her face...... the following is Rekha and Tiru..... This teacher is such a bi***.....she asked us to do the Bio notes without reading the text books.....what the hell??? We don't know what the hell talking bout in the book and that is why we need teacher to teach us...ok ok...she said no need to read the text....f*** her...no teacher teach us.. some more dun let us read the text...what is this??!! From that day onwards...we are so feds up with the teacher.......because she got a 'beautiful' face and we don't know her name we called as "buaya'...and because she relief our Bio class we called our Bio class as 'Buayalogy'...... haha...so damn funny... because we never respect her she also got feds up with us and go and complain with the headmistress...haiz....she hate us very very much....since the scene...she talk bad bout me , tiru, and rekha....but luckly...Pn. Valsala had help us....after the incidence...our class all are loving each other.....

Especially Tiru.... He is like our Hero...He is brave and helpful....but sometimes he cant control his emotions that why some teacher not really like him....but we love him so so much......i still remembered the day his birthday... our class bought him a birthday cake to give him a surprise....he was so so touching and nearly cry.....Before this..when during form 2 and 3...he always mixed with Prince, Nathan the gangs...in my memory he is a 'ganas' person....but when come to this yea...he changed a lots....
He is our 4C Hero!!!

Now talk bout Kiran.... haiz...dunno how to describe this big baby....He is handsome, tall, big ass, got strange fingers, funny, funny and funny.....our class without him will very very boring....He always bring fun and laughter to our class and teachers.... some teachers do not understand him will think that he is no manners... but he just follow his own personalities....funny ,funny. and funny....... He is so damn creative in making jokes using our classmates name or the person characters.....For example...he will create a love story between Teck Quan and Carin... He will sing Hindi song to described them....Haiz... he is so funny....i don't know give what nick name to him... but just a freaking funny guy.... We appreciate him and love him very very much.... Funny Guy in 4C!!!


Now i'm waiting for tomorrow out going with the whole class.....

4 Cacat story will be continue.....




Tuesday, July 15, 2008

The Flaming Curse


At two years of age my niece Pammy was an unusual child in many ways. Her bright red curls matched her personalities ans she was so intelligent she seemed older than her years. And she was a happy child – until her parents moved to a new home.
Connie and Dan are her parents. They had been delighted to locate a huge old house in Terre Haute, Indiana (erm… this place I also never heard before…but I think is real wan gua..hehe..),with spacious bedrooms to house their growing family. Pammy was the fifth child and another was expected soon.
On moving day Pam’s parents were alarmed to find a smoldering teddy bear in the attic of their new home but in the confusion of getting settled it had been promptly forgotten. Later events, however, made it seem like a significant omen.
In this house Pammy began having severe nightmare s and visions, which everyone put down to an overactive imagination.Often in the wee hours of the mornings, clutching her beloved rag doll, Pammy would come whimpering to her mother’s bed.
‘Mommy, he’s pushed me out of the bed again. He won’t let me sleep and he’s trying to take my doll!’
At other times in the middle of the day Pammy would rush into the kitchen exclaiming, ‘Mommy, he pulled my hair and pinched me!’ She could not explain who ‘he’ was but she sounded is if it always was the same person and never a female. Once she told us her pesky visitor was big and old like ‘Pappy’ (her pet name for her great-grandfather) who was about 70 years old.
At times these experiences were so upsetting that Pammy would be near hysteria; perspiration would mingle with the tears streaming down her face. At other times she passes ‘his’ visits off with a shrug of her shoulders and refused to discuss them.
Connie and Dan decided that Pam was overstimulated by television or perhaps playing alone too much. She needed more companionship to discourage such alarming flights of fancy. Their solicitude, however, did not keep Pammy from awakening terrostricken in the night.
Then, one sunny afternoon in March 1961 (quite long long time ago ho….), the unseen tormentor nearly killed Pammy. She was standing in the center of the dinning room when suddenly her panicky screams filled the air. Connie ran to her – to find Pammy’s entire tiny body on fire! The flames leaping from the hem of her skirt engulfed her completely.
She suffered horrible disfiguring burns over 75 percent of her body requiring months of hospitalization and many skin grafts. In her torment of pain and drug-induced nightmares Pammy never once cried – but often she repeated, ‘Please, Mommy, don’t let him hurt me again.’
Careful investigation of the room where Pammy stood revealed nothing to account for the blaze. But while Pammy hovered between life and death in the hospital I (ehy…not me ah…the writer heard a strange story, one that I believe explains the tragic occurrence.
I was working as a nurse’s aide in the hospital. In the small coffee shop there it was not unusual to share a table with a complete stranger. One day I was seated with an elderly nurse’s aide I had not previously met and as usually happens among hospital staff we were discussing our patients and complaining about the particularly nasty ones. I’ll never forget her words as she unwittingly disclosed the mystery surrounding my sister’s home (eh.. the writer’s sister-Connie) and Pammy accident.
‘Of all the nasty people in the world,’ she said, ‘I had a neighbor who had everyone beat-old Mr. Clayton. I’ll never forget the old man. He hated everything, kids most of all. In fact, he swore that if any child ever moved into his house, the parents would be sorry. He was very wild. If anyone could come back and haunt a house, it would be him. He died last year, a horrible death, and I think he deserved it.’ She paused to sip her coffee, then continued, ‘He burned to death in his bed.’ I felt a sickening lurch in the pit of myh stomach. I had to ask, ‘Where did Mr. Clayton lived?’
Yes, George Clayton had lived in Connie’s big old house! Further questions elicited the information that Mr. Clayton’s deathbed had been in the room Connie and Dan used for dining room, exactly where Pammy had been burned.
Could all this be sheer coincidence? Or did a bitter old man wreak vengeance from the grave?? Im wondering what will happen to me if I stay in the old big haunted house….I think it could worst than what happened to this little poor Pammy….
This true story is written by Judith E. Dixon on March 19...wow..it was long long time ag...that time even my dad only 17 years old boy....what a interesting strange but true story...