It's been a long time since I wrote a almost rhymic poem. This is for an English assignment. So, no copying allowed yah. All credits goes to me.
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Life Without You
Life without you is meaningless,
It’s like a poem without a verse,
Life without you is useless,
It’s like humans without weaknesses.
Why don’t you understand,
My undying feelings for you,
Together we can stand,
If you return the same feelings too.
I need you by my side,
Don’t ever try to hide,
For our love is so strong,
It could do us no wrong.
I need you like water,
I need you like air,
Or my life will wither,
Why life is so unfair?
I know is you that I can’t have,
But, you’re the only one that I have left,
I shall always remember thee,
My one and only beloved, Choki Choki.
*Tears wrapper and gulps chocolate Choki down*
written by Chuah Siew Lin.
Heh. I thought I was the only (female) species in the world that would actually do crazy stuff.
Like this modern beggar.
Begging in front of Sunway Pyramid Entrance sa more.
Heh. And I actually thought I was the worse of them all. :p
But, also, which reminds me of this...
Life as a beggar is so hard okay?!
Like this modern beggar.
Begging in front of Sunway Pyramid Entrance sa more.
Heh. And I actually thought I was the worse of them all. :p
But, also, which reminds me of this...
Life as a beggar is so hard okay?!
If you asked me what have I learn from this activity
I would have say..
Nothing.
Except one thing.
People are so effing selfish.
Why la? Why people are so selfish?
I understand that all human beings are selfish. Even I am selfish.
God create human beings to be such perfect creatures. But, why selfish?
I admit that I am selfish. But, not to the extend that I wouldn't care about anyone feelings.
And even if they insult be, or treat me like a nobody. I still think about their feelings before I do things for myself.
Why la? Why people are so selfish? Tell me.
When we serve others, we should :
- Be Puntual
- Be Discipline
- Stop complaining
- Stop being SELFISH
- Be willing to do things
- Do not assume
- Be softhearted
- Not expect anything in return
But, why la. Why people are so selfish?
Tell and ask yourself, when can you stop being selfish?
I would have say..
Nothing.
Except one thing.
People are so effing selfish.
Why la? Why people are so selfish?
I understand that all human beings are selfish. Even I am selfish.
God create human beings to be such perfect creatures. But, why selfish?
I admit that I am selfish. But, not to the extend that I wouldn't care about anyone feelings.
And even if they insult be, or treat me like a nobody. I still think about their feelings before I do things for myself.
Why la? Why people are so selfish? Tell me.
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When we serve others, we should :
- Be Puntual
- Be Discipline
- Stop complaining
- Stop being SELFISH
- Be willing to do things
- Do not assume
- Be softhearted
- Not expect anything in return
But, why la. Why people are so selfish?
Tell and ask yourself, when can you stop being selfish?
It was one of those lonely late nights. A taxi driver was driving around, completing his night duty. It was a cool breezy night.
The taxi driver was gonna retire for the night, when he saw a lady, waving at the bus stop.
She was standing alone at a deserted bus stop, halting for him to stop. She has long hair and was wearing a white dress.
It was already 2am, the taxi driver came to a stop to pick up the lady. The lady open the door. The taxi driver had a clear view of the lady, by looking at the rear mirror. Her face was covered with her long hair and she looks like she was carrying something in her basket. The taxi driver notice that it was paper money, the ones that is used to be burn for the dead. A sweet aromatic smell filled the air in the car.
The taxi driver was a bit freak out. But, he tried to remain calm. He hold the amulet in his pocket, chanting for protection.
"Where would you like to go, Miss?" The taxi driver voice trembled.
"To the Sungai Bulu Cemetery," The lady said.
It was already 2am in the morning, but the lady insists of going to a cemetery? The taxi driver gulped down his fear as he begins to drive the lady to the cemetery.
Upon reaching the cemetery, he pulled the taxi into a stop. The taxi driver was a bit relieved that this scary experience was going to be over by then.
"RM15.40," he says.
The lady reached out for her money in her basket. She gave the money to the taxi driver and pack her things, getting ready to leave. The taxi driver took the money. He heard the rear passenger door open. Just then, he look at the rear mirror to see her leave.
But, the lady has all of a sudden, disappear!! Creep out, he tighten his grip on the money in his hands. But, he found out that it wasn't Malaysian dollar notes. It was paper money!!
The passenger door suddenly slammed shut. A strong cold breeze came, sending him shivers down his spine. His hair was standing on his ends!
Suddenly there were moaning noises outside of his car. The taxi driver was so scared, he literally peed in his pants!
All of a sudden, a hand smacked onto his windows. There was blood everywhere, making the windows look bloody and messy.
Suddenly, a bloody looking figure appeared beside his door. It was the lady just now. Her body is all covered in blood and her hair is all messed up. Because he was too scared, he couldn't wind up the window.
The bloody lady came closer to him, revealing a more bloodied face. She point her crooked fingers at him and said,"Next time, please don't ever stop your car beside the drain please!!!"
SENTENCED TO DEATH : 115 year old Pudu Jail
It is build in a shape of an "X" to resembles the sign of "surrender".
Probably you have heard the recent news that Pudu Jail is going under demolishing on June 2010.
Built along the road of Hang Tuah, Kuala Lumpur by the British colonial Government in 1895. Near TimeSquare and LRT/Monorail stations. It's probably one of the most oldest jail still standing in Malaysia. But, now that it isn't, too bad. It is build in a shape of an "X" to resembles the sign of "surrender".
The Government had decided to bring this 115 year old building down to build a bloody shopping mall and a road tunnel to lessen the traffic conjestions.
What happen to the "leaving-a-historic-sign-for-the-younger-generations" concept????
They said that the old building is an eye sore to the public viewers. I'll tell you what is an eye sore!!
SEEING GHOSTS ROAMING AROUND IN SHOPPING MALLS AND MORE TRAFFIC JAMS!!! Now, that is an EYE SORE!!
The reason I'm blogging about this, is because it'll be one of the saddest things to see such an historical building being turned into a noisy busy bloody shopping mall.
At least, keep the walls of the Pudu Jail remaining la, like the Berlin Wall. But, noo...it'll just make your sore eyes bleed profusely. Pfftt...
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I walk along the historic walls,
I saw the big entrance gate,
Towards it I walk,
And, investigate I did.
I took a peek,
Hands against the rustic gate,
Deserted and abondoned,
It felt so lonesome.
I walk along the historic walls,
I saw the pictures of all,
Walking passed it,
Seeing it no more.
- RIP -
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I'm not really mad or anything. But, seriously, do I really look like a maid to you?????
There was this fat man in Penang who mistook me for a English speaking beautiful maid. But, can't really blame him because of my poor dressings and messy hair. But, seriously, I hope he dies of obesity. just joking.
But, there is this another guy who sells bread in a hawker store. He asked my mother whether she's buying bread for her maid(me). I was wearing expensive clothes at that time. WITH A PAIR OF NIKE SHOES.
I'm one heck of a rich maid, huh? I hope DBKL rampas his store. this I'm not joking.
Despite the tanned skin I have la...so does that mean I dyed my hair striking colours, I look like a prostitute Indonesian maid la, is it?
like this?
or this?
or even
this?
I'm sorry for being so sell-fish.
I'm sorry for neglecting you.
I'm sorry for not taking good care of you.
I'm sorry for not being there when you need me.
I'm sorry for not being confident in our relationship.
Yes.
I'm sorry Stomach ):
I know I've not been exercising lately. And have been eating alot of junk food ):
But but but but...
I would like you to know, that I will always love you.
And,
I'll promise you, that you willlook something like this in the future.
have this nice beautiful body in the future.
I'm sorry for neglecting you.
I'm sorry for not taking good care of you.
I'm sorry for not being there when you need me.
I'm sorry for not being confident in our relationship.
Yes.
I know I've not been exercising lately. And have been eating alot of junk food ):
But but but but...
I would like you to know, that I will always love you.
And,
I'll promise you, that you will
have this nice beautiful body in the future.
And,
I will treat you by buying you suitable sports wear. Nike.
If you're the type of person who likes to shop for clothes. And just in case you happen to have shopping vouchers to shop in Parkson.
Don't spend it on clothes sold in Parkson, Subang Jaya.
The clothes sold there are so old fashion and old class...
Even,
the ladies section selling Bra & Panties can even make a man turn off.
No wonder no man there la.
Okay, it's about time I wrote something serious already. No sarcasms and jokes. This post will be a little emo.
This is true story which was told by friend of mine. It is about a girl who is given a chance to live in this world and she is trying to find a reason for her to live in this world. Here is her story.
It was one cooling Wednesday night. I was sitting in bed, reading one of my favourite books.
Mother walks in and gets into bed.
Mother and I had been sharing the same bed for 10 years, since Father left us. Leaving Mother and my 2 MeiMei(sister) alone to fend for themselves. I was the big JieJie(big sister), I took my responsibilities very well and do all the chores that are given to me. I make Mother laugh most of them time and try not to make her angry. I was the closest to Mother. I sacrifice my time and the things to give in to Mother to make her life better.
Life has not been easy for Mother since after Father left. She has to work late and come back home to cook dinner for us. To add more to that, Mother has to stand my sister flaws and wants. Sending and fetching my MeiMei's to and fro from tuition's and schools. One of the worst thing was my MeiMei was very stubborn and naive. She thinks she deserve a better and comforting life then what she has now. Mother was really upset.
Mother begin talking to me.
"Ah Mei arh, am I a bad mother?"
I look at her and reply her withouth giving away my emotions.
"No. You're an okay mom. Why?"
Mother sighs. "Sometimes, I feel like a bad mother."
I paused and think.
"Did MeiMei say you're lousy and stupid? Haiyah...don't care about her la. She got problems one la. You're a great mother. Don't care about her. She'll someday know when she gets old."
Mother laugh which shows that she was feeling better after what I said.
I close my book and look at my mirror, whilst combing my hair.
I touch my face. A birth mark scar on my sunken cheeks, which will never go away. It has been the problem to face the society these days. People would stare at the scar on my face and it has been like that for a long time. I was a bit depressed by it when a guy insulted me because of my scar.
"Mother, why do I have to be the eldest,"I asked.
This time, Mother look at me.
Mother hesitated and started slowly.
"Actually...you're not the first..."
My heart literally stop beating at that moment. Things were already racing through my mind. So many of them.
How could it be? This is not happening. My mind spoke.
So, Mother actually has a daughter/son somewhere out there? Where?
What happen to her/him? Could she have put her/him into an orphanage home or something?
How can this be happening?! Why is it like those TV Dramas and movies?!
I choose to not to believe.
I was speechless for a moment. I couldn't find anything to say. My voice forbid me to speak. I was literally stoning there.
When I found back my voice, I tried to act it cool and pretend to be surprise.
"HAR?! Then who is the first wor...."
Mother was now talking softly. But I could hear what she was saying.
"Before we got married, I was 2 weeks pregnant. I told your father, but he didn't want any babies. Your father accompany me to a private clinic for abortion."
She continued,"that was after the abortion. Your father married me and you came after that."
As a civilized citizen, we all knew that sex before marriage is bad and dangerous. But, adding to my pain feelings, abortion was even worse. I was dumbfounded. I couldn't believe what I was hearing was actually coming from Mother. My heart wanted to choose not to believe, but I somehow my heart have to accept it.
I felt myself feeling deeply sadden by this.
I couldn't sleep that night. There were too many things on my mind. I was literally crying myself to sleep. I didn't want to believe it. I was living in my thoughts of fear.
My thoughts read me.
What if I was that fetus who got aborted? What if that was me?
What if I was never born into this world?
Why does that fetus, who has a slight chance to live in this world, have to die instead of me taking it's place?
Why not me but the fetus?
Why am I born into this world?
So many "whys" but nobody can answer it.
Why la? Why me?
Life is already a suffering thing. We have to go through so much suffering. Anger, sadness, friendship, love, money, growing up, and eventually dying. It is already so suffering, but why can't they just give my place to someone else.
I was literally in tears when I thought through the things I've been through in life.
What will my besties will be like if they hadn't met me? Will they still laugh and cry even when I'm not there? Will the both of them even be together when I'm not there?
What happens if I hadn't been the President of The Volleyballs Club? Will they be the Champions like they are today?
What happens when I wasn't around to help that old lady who fell onto the road when an upcoming car was ahead? Will she die in a car accident?
What happens if I hadn't told the teacher that the Bio Lab was on fire? Will the students die in the burning fire building?
I was born to serve the people. To help them. To serve God and carry out His task given to me.
I was born to reach out for them. I was fated to be born.
I was born so that I would make my first move to unite both of my besties.
I was born so that I could lead the losing club team to be who they are today.
I was born so to prevent the car from hitting the old lady and preventing an car accident.
I was born to alert the teachers of the fire so that students won't have to be injured or die.
I cried. Everything made sense in the end.
Thank God and the heavens for giving me the chance to be born into this world.
This is true story which was told by friend of mine. It is about a girl who is given a chance to live in this world and she is trying to find a reason for her to live in this world. Here is her story.
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It was one cooling Wednesday night. I was sitting in bed, reading one of my favourite books.
Mother walks in and gets into bed.
Mother and I had been sharing the same bed for 10 years, since Father left us. Leaving Mother and my 2 MeiMei(sister) alone to fend for themselves. I was the big JieJie(big sister), I took my responsibilities very well and do all the chores that are given to me. I make Mother laugh most of them time and try not to make her angry. I was the closest to Mother. I sacrifice my time and the things to give in to Mother to make her life better.
Life has not been easy for Mother since after Father left. She has to work late and come back home to cook dinner for us. To add more to that, Mother has to stand my sister flaws and wants. Sending and fetching my MeiMei's to and fro from tuition's and schools. One of the worst thing was my MeiMei was very stubborn and naive. She thinks she deserve a better and comforting life then what she has now. Mother was really upset.
Mother begin talking to me.
"Ah Mei arh, am I a bad mother?"
I look at her and reply her withouth giving away my emotions.
"No. You're an okay mom. Why?"
Mother sighs. "Sometimes, I feel like a bad mother."
I paused and think.
"Did MeiMei say you're lousy and stupid? Haiyah...don't care about her la. She got problems one la. You're a great mother. Don't care about her. She'll someday know when she gets old."
Mother laugh which shows that she was feeling better after what I said.
I close my book and look at my mirror, whilst combing my hair.
I touch my face. A birth mark scar on my sunken cheeks, which will never go away. It has been the problem to face the society these days. People would stare at the scar on my face and it has been like that for a long time. I was a bit depressed by it when a guy insulted me because of my scar.
"Mother, why do I have to be the eldest,"I asked.
This time, Mother look at me.
Mother hesitated and started slowly.
"Actually...you're not the first..."
My heart literally stop beating at that moment. Things were already racing through my mind. So many of them.
How could it be? This is not happening. My mind spoke.
So, Mother actually has a daughter/son somewhere out there? Where?
What happen to her/him? Could she have put her/him into an orphanage home or something?
How can this be happening?! Why is it like those TV Dramas and movies?!
I choose to not to believe.
I was speechless for a moment. I couldn't find anything to say. My voice forbid me to speak. I was literally stoning there.
When I found back my voice, I tried to act it cool and pretend to be surprise.
"HAR?! Then who is the first wor...."
Mother was now talking softly. But I could hear what she was saying.
"Before we got married, I was 2 weeks pregnant. I told your father, but he didn't want any babies. Your father accompany me to a private clinic for abortion."
She continued,"that was after the abortion. Your father married me and you came after that."
As a civilized citizen, we all knew that sex before marriage is bad and dangerous. But, adding to my pain feelings, abortion was even worse. I was dumbfounded. I couldn't believe what I was hearing was actually coming from Mother. My heart wanted to choose not to believe, but I somehow my heart have to accept it.
I felt myself feeling deeply sadden by this.
I couldn't sleep that night. There were too many things on my mind. I was literally crying myself to sleep. I didn't want to believe it. I was living in my thoughts of fear.
My thoughts read me.
What if I was that fetus who got aborted? What if that was me?
What if I was never born into this world?
Why does that fetus, who has a slight chance to live in this world, have to die instead of me taking it's place?
Why not me but the fetus?
Why am I born into this world?
So many "whys" but nobody can answer it.
Why la? Why me?
Life is already a suffering thing. We have to go through so much suffering. Anger, sadness, friendship, love, money, growing up, and eventually dying. It is already so suffering, but why can't they just give my place to someone else.
I was literally in tears when I thought through the things I've been through in life.
What will my besties will be like if they hadn't met me? Will they still laugh and cry even when I'm not there? Will the both of them even be together when I'm not there?
What happens if I hadn't been the President of The Volleyballs Club? Will they be the Champions like they are today?
What happens when I wasn't around to help that old lady who fell onto the road when an upcoming car was ahead? Will she die in a car accident?
What happens if I hadn't told the teacher that the Bio Lab was on fire? Will the students die in the burning fire building?
I was born to serve the people. To help them. To serve God and carry out His task given to me.
I was born to reach out for them. I was fated to be born.
I was born so that I would make my first move to unite both of my besties.
I was born so that I could lead the losing club team to be who they are today.
I was born so to prevent the car from hitting the old lady and preventing an car accident.
I was born to alert the teachers of the fire so that students won't have to be injured or die.
I cried. Everything made sense in the end.
Thank God and the heavens for giving me the chance to be born into this world.
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Things happen for a reason. And these things were fated to happen. Being born into this world was fated to happen for a reason. For a purpose.
We were born to change the world. To make it a better place. To help other people. To reach out to them.
Different people has their own different purpose to be in this world. Some bad. Some good.
But the only person who knows why are we being born, is God. It is already written in our "Book Of Our Lives". We won't know our purpose, but God has already planned everything for us. From the day we were born, till the day that we die.
I believe in fate. I believe things happen for a reason.
And the reason why I'm here, is to tell my readers, to be thankful to be alive. A message from God.
