Social life in school

Today our principal gave us a piece of her mind. Due to parents critic on our school. The parents said,"SMK XXX is a bit too sociable. Yes, is a school where boys and girls had a very open relationship. Then, the principal said that girl and girl can hold hand in school and boy and boy CANNOT HOLD HAND in school. Evryone was like laughing away. You see, what is actually the problem here? My friend once asked me why boy cannot do so many thing that girls can do, otherwise we will be labeled as 'GAY'. Come on, if you are not out of the closet and are not prepared to, of course you have to mind your behaviour. I always asked this question, is it that boy fell in love easily with each other if they get too intimate? Wherelse girls don't? Look, there are so many gay films whereas you don't see so many lesbian films. That is why you can see girls hugging each other, holdind each other hand when they walk together, laying their head on each other shoulder and sometime kissing each other. Haha, I see that all the time. Talking about gay in my school, I once entered a form 5 class, and I saw a guy smelling his friends armpit while teacher is teaching. Actually he did not do it purposely, but he placed his head on the table and his nose is exactly right under his friend's armpit through out the teaching. He wasn't even paying attention. Then teacher is like asking, "Are you ok? You sure you are? Why are you smelling his armpit?" The whole class laughed. Ok, I can see that this guy is very intimate with his friend. He is like sticking so close to his friend through out the class. Haha, then I remembered mine, those were the days.

Chinese Names

Chinese NamesCaller:Hello, can I speak to Annie Wan (anyone)?

Operator:Yes, you can speak to me.

Caller:No, I want to speak to Annie Wan!

Operator:You are talking to someone! Who is this?

Caller:I'm Sam Wan(someone)and I need to talk to Annie Wan! It is urgent.

Operator:I know you are someone and you want to talk to anyone, but what is this urgent matter about?

Caller: @#$.... just tell my sister Annie Wan that our brother Noel Wan (no one) was involved in an accident. Noel Wan got injured and now Noel Wan is being sent to the hospital. Right now, Avery Wan (everyone) is on his way to the hospital.

Operator : Look, if no one was injured and no one was sent to the hospital, then the accident isn't an urgent matter! You may find this hilarious but I don'thave time for this!

Caller:You are so rude! What is your name?

Operator:I am Saw Lee (sorry)!

Caller:Yes! You should be sorry. Now give me your name!!!


Part 2- Why Chinese people can't simply choose a English name,see the following...
Anne Chang (Mandarin)- Dirty
Anne Chin (Mandarin) - Keep quiet
Faye Chen (Mandarin) - Dusty
Carl Cheng (Hokkien) - Buttock
Monica Cheng (Hokkien) - Touching your buttocks
Lucy Leow (Hokkien) - You are dead
Jane Tan (Mandarin) - Frying eggs
Suzie Leow (Hokkien) - Lost till death
Henry Mah (Mandarin) - Hate your mum
Corrine Tai (Hokkien) - Poor fellow
Paul Chan (Mandarin) - Bankrupt
Nelson Tan (Mandarin) - Bird laying eggs
Leslie Tong (Mandarin) - Rubbish bin
Carmen Teng (Hokkien) - Leg hair long
Connie Mah (Mandarin) - Call your mother
Danny See (Hokkien) - Squeeze you to death
Rosie Teng (Hokkien) - Screws and nails
Pete Tsai (Hokkien) - Nose droppings
Macy Koh (Cantonese) - Never die before
Michael Tan (Cantonese) - sell chicken eggs


Hahaha, damn funny. Dont you think so? XD

How misunderstanding really kills relationship...

The below story really moved me to tears. T________T Really sad.


Subject: Misunderstandings really do affect all of us..Pls read

A very touching story.
>

> Part 1...
>
> A fatal misunderstanding and the person who love me
> the most in this world
> is gone forever.
>
> This is a true story, taken from "Family" (dictated
> by LD, edited by LSX,
> translated by SaFe).
>
> Cruel misunderstandings one after another disrupted
> the blissful footsteps
> to our family. Our original intend of having Mother
> enjoy some quiet and
> peaceful moments in her remaining years with us went
> terribly wrong as
> destiny's secret is finally revealed at a price,
> every thing became too
> late.
>
> Just two years after our marriage, hubby brought up
> the idea of asking
> Mother to move from the rural hometown and spend her
> remaining years with
> us. Hubby's father passed away while he was still
> very young. Mother endured
> much hardship and struggled all on her own to
> provide for him, see him
> through to a university degree. You could say that
> she suffered a great deal
> and did everything you could expect of a woman to
> bring hubby to where he is
> today.
>
> I immediately agreed and started packing the spare
> room, which has a
> balcony facing the South to let her enjoy the
> sunshine and plant some
> greenery. Hubby stood in the bright room, and
> suddenly just picked me up and
> started spinning round and round. As I begged him to
> put me down, he said:
> "Lets go fetch mother." Hubby is tall and big sized
> and I love to rest on
> his chest and enjoy the feeling that he could pick
> me up at any moment put
> the tiny me into his pockets. Whenever we have an
> argument and both refuses
> to back down, he would pick me up and spin me over
> his head continuously
> until I surrender and beg for mercy. I became
> addicted to this kind of
> panic-joy feeling.
>
> Mother brought along her country-side habits and
> lifestyle with her. For
> example; I am so used to buying flowers to decorate
> the living room, she
> could not stand it and would comment: "I do not know
> how you young people
> spend your money, why do you buy flowers for? You
> also can't eat the
> flowers!" I smiled and said: "Mum, with flowers in
> the house, our mood will
> also become better." Mother continues to grumble
> away, and hubby smiled:
> "Mum, this is a city-people's habit; slowly you will
> get use to it."
>
> Mother stopped saying anything. But every time
> thereafter, whenever I came
> home with flowers, she would ask me how much it
> costs. I told her and she
> would shake her head and express displeasure.
> Sometimes, when I come home
> with lots of shopping bags, she would ask each and
> every item how much they
> cost, I would tell her honestly and she would get
> even more upset about it.
> Hubby playfully pinched my nose and said: "You
> little fool, just don't tell
> her the full price of everything would solve it."
> There begins the friction
> to our otherwise happy lifestyle.
>
> Mother hates it most when hubby wake up early to
> prepare the breakfast. In
> her view, how could the man of the house cook for
> the wife. At the breakfast
> table, mother facial _expression is always like the
> dark clouds before a
> thunderstorm and I would pretend not to notice. She
> would use her chopsticks
> and make a lot of noise with it as her silent
> protest. As I am a dance
> teacher in the Children's Palace and is exhausted
> from a long day of dancing
> around, I do not wish to give up the luxury of that
> additional few minutes
> in the comfort of my bed and hence I turned a deaf
> ear to all the protest
> mother makes.
>
> From time to time, mother would help out with some
> housework, but soon her
> help created additional work for me. For example:
> she would keep all kinds
> of plastic bags accumulating them so that she sell
> them later on, and that
> resulted in our house being filled with all the
> trash bags; she would scrimp
> on dish washing detergent when helping to wash the
> dishes and so as not to
> hurt her feelings, I would quietly wash they again.
> One day, late at night,
> mother saw me quietly washing the dishes, and "Bam"
> she slams her bedroom
> door and cried very loudly in her room. Hubby was
> placed in a difficult
> position, and after that, he did not speak to me for
> that entire night. I
> pretended to be a spoilt child, tried acting cute,
> but he totally ignored
> me. I got mad and asked him: "What did I do wrong?"
> Hubby stared at me and
> said: "Can't you just give in to her once? we
> couldn't possibly die eating
> from a bowl however unclean it is, right?"
>
> After that incident, for a long period of time,
> mother did not speak to me
> and you can feel that there is a very awkward
> feeling hanging in the house.
> During that period of cold war, hubby was caught in
> dilemma as to who to
> please.
>
> In order to stop her son from having to prepare
> breakfast, mother took on
> the "all important" task of preparing breakfast
> without any prompting. At
> the breakfast table, mother would look at hubby
> happily eating his breakfast
> and cast that reprimanding stare at me for having
> failed to perform my duty
> as a wife. To avoid the embarrassing breakfast
> situation, I resorted to
> buying my own breakfast on my way to work.
>
> That night, while in bed, hubby was a little upset
> and asked me: "LD, is it
> because you think that mum's cooking is not clean
> that's why you chose not
> to eat at home?" He then turned his back on me and
> left me alone in tears as
> feeling of unfairness overwhelmed me. After some
> time, hubby sighed: "LD,
> just for me, can you have breakfast at home?" I am
> left with no choice but
> to return to the breakfast table.
>
> The next morning, I was having porridge prepared by
> mother and I felt a
> sudden churn in my stomach and everything inside
> seem to be rushing up my
> throat. I tried to suppress the urge to throw up but
> I couldn't. I threw
> down the bowl and rushed into the washroom and
> vomited everything out. Just
> as I was catching my breath, I saw mother crying and
> grumbling very loudly
> in her dialect, hubby was standing at the washroom
> doorway staring at me
> with fire burning in his eyes. I opened my mouth but
> no words came out of
> it, I really didn't mean it.
>
> We had our very first big fight that day; mother
> took a look at us, then
> stood up and slowly made her way out of the house.
> Hubby gave me a final
> stare in the eye and followed mother down the
> stairs.
>
> For three days, hubby did not return home, not even
> a phone call. I was so
> furious, since mother arrived; I had been trying my
> best and putting up with
> her, what else do you want me to do? For no reason,
> I keep having the
> feeling to throw up and I simply have not appetite
> for food, coupled with
> all the events happening at home, I was at the low
> point in my life.
> Finally, a colleague said: "LD, you look terrible,
> you should go and see a
> doctor."
>
> The doctor confirmed that I am pregnant. Now it
> became clear to me why I
> threw up that fateful morning, a sense of sadness
> floated through that
> otherwise happy news. Why didn't hubby, and mother
> who had been through this
> before, thought of the possibility of this being the
> reason that day? At the
> hospital entrance, I saw my hubby standing there. It
> had only been three
> days, but he looked haggard. I had wanted to turn
> and leave, but one look at
> him and my heart soften, I couldn't resist and
> called out to him. He
> followed my voice and finally found me but he
> pretended that he doesn't know
> me; he has that disgusted look in his eyes that cut
> right through my heart.
>
> I told myself not to look at him anymore, and hail
> a cab. At that moment, I
> have such a strong urge inside me to shout to my
> hubby: "Darling, I am
> having your baby!" and have him lift me up and spin
> me round in circles of
> joy. What I wanted didn't happen and as I sat in the
> cab, my tears started
> rolling down. Why? Why our love couldn't even
> withstand the test of one
> fight? Back home, I lay on the bed thinking about my
> hubby, and the
> disgusted look in his eyes. I cried and wet the
> corner of the blanket.
>
> That night, sound of the drawers opening woke me
> up. I switched on the
> lights and I saw hubby with tears rolling down his
> face. He was removing the
> money. I stared at him in silence; he ignored me,
> took the bank deposit book
> and some money and left the house. Maybe he really
> intends to leave me for
> good. What a rational man, so clear cut in love and
> money matters. I gave a
> few dried laugh and tears starting streaming down
> again.
>
> The next day, I did not go to work. I wanted to
> clear this out and have a
> good talk with hubby. I reached his office and his
> secretary gave me a weird
> look and said: "Mr Tan's mother had a traffic
> accident and is now in the
> hospital." I stood there in shock. I rushed to the
> hospital and by the time
> I found hubby, mother had already passed away. Hubby
> did not look at me, his
> face was expressionless.
>
> I looked at mother's pale white and thin face and I
> couldn't control the
> tears in my eyes. My god, how could this happen?
> Throughout the funeral,
> hubby did say a single word to me, with only the
> occasional disgusted stare
> at me. I only managed to find out brief facts about
> the accident from other
> people. That day, after mother left the house, she
> walked in dazed toward
> the bus stop, apparently intending to go back to her
> old house back in the
> country-side. As hubby ran after her, she tried to
> walk faster and as she
> tried to cross the street, a public bus came and hit
> her...
>
> I finally understood how much hubby must hate me,
> if I had not thrown up
> that morning, if we had not quarreled, if...
>
> In his heart, I am indirectly the killer of his
> mother.
>
> Part 2 and end...
>
> Hubby moved into mother's room and came home every
> night with a strong
> liquor smell on him. And me, I am buried under the
> guilt and self pity and
> could hardly breathe. I wanted to explain to him,
> tell him that we are going
> to have our baby soon, but each time, I saw the dead
> look in his eyes, all
> the words I have at the brink of my mouth just fell
> back in. I had rather he
> hit me real hard or give me a big and thorough
> scolding though none of these
> events happening had been my fault at all.
>
> Many days of suffocating silence went by and as the
> days went by, hubby
> came home later and later. The deadlock between us
> continues, we were living
> together like strangers who don't know each other. I
> am like the dead knot
> in his heart.
>
> One day, I passed by a western restaurant, looking
> into the glass window, I
> saw hubby and a girl sitting facing each other and
> he very lightly brushed
> her hair for her, I understood what it meant. After
> recovering from that
> moment of shock, I entered the restaurant, stood in
> front of my hubby and
> stared hard at him, not a tear in my eyes. I have
> nothing to say to him, and
> there is no need to say anything.
>
> The girl looked at me, looks at hubby, stands up
> and wanted to go, hubby
> stretched out his hand and stopped her. He stared
> back at me, challenging
> me. I can only hear my slow heart beat, beating, one
> by one as if at the
> brink of death. I eventually backed down, if I had
> stood that any longer, I
> will collapse together with the baby inside me.
>
> That night, he did not come home, he had chosen to
> use that as a way to
> indicate to me: Following mother's death, so did our
> love for each other. He
> did not come home anymore after that. Sometimes,
> when I returned home from
> work, I can tell that the cupboard had been touched
> - he had returned to
> take some of his stuff.
>
> I no longer wish to call him; the initial desire to
> explain everything to
> him vanished.
>
> I lived alone; I go for my medical checkups alone,
> my heart breaks again
> and again every time I see a guy carefully helping
> his wife through the
> physical examination. My office colleagues hinted to
> me to consider aborting
> the baby, I told them No, I will not. I insisted on
> having to this baby,
> perhaps it is my way of repaying mother for causing
> her death.
>
> One day, I came home and I saw hubby sitting in the
> living room. The whole
> house was filled with cigarette smoke. On the coffee
> table, there was this
> piece of paper. I know what it is all about without
> even looking at it.
>
> In the two months plus of living alone, I have
> gradually learned to find
> peace within myself. I looked at him, removed my hat
> and said: "You wait a
> while, I will sign." He looked at me, mixed feelings
> in his eyes, just like
> mine. As I hang up my coat, I keep repeating to
> myself "You cannot cry, you
> cannot cry..." my eyes hurt terribly, but I refused
> to let tears come out
> from there.
>
> After I hung up my coat, hubby's eyes stared fixed
> at my bulging tummy. I
> smiled, walked over to the coffee table and pull e
> paper towards me. Without
> even looking at what it says, I signed my name on it
> and pushed the paper to
> him.
>
> "LD, you are pregnant?"
>
> Since mother's accident, this is the first time he
> spoke to me. I could not
> control my tears any further and they fell like
> raindrops. I said: "Yes, but
> its ok, you can leave now." He did not go, in the
> dark, we sat, facing each
> other.
>
> Hubby slowly moved over me, his tears wet the
> blanket. In my heart,
> everything seem so far away, so far that even if I
> sprint, I could never
> reach them.
>
> I cannot remember how many times he repeated
> "sorry" to me, I had
> originally thought that I would forgive him, but now
> I can't. In the western
> restaurant, in front of that girl, that cold cold
> look in his eyes, I will
> never forget, ever. We have drawn such deep deep
> scares in each other's
> heart. For me, its unintentional; for him, totally
> intentional.
>
> I had been waiting for this moment of
> reconciliation, but I realized now,
> what had gone past is gone forever and could not
> repeated! Other than the
> thought of the baby inside me that would bring some
> warmth to my heart, I am
> totally cold towards him, I no longer eat anything
> he buys for me, I don't
> take any presents from him and I stopped talking to
> him. From the moment I
> signed on that piece of paper, marriage and love had
> vanished from my heart.
>
>
> Sometimes, hubby will try to come into the bedroom,
> but when he walks in, I
> will walk out to the living room. He had no choice
> but to sleep in mother's
> room. At night, from his room, I can hear light
> sounds of groaning, I kept
> quiet. This used to be his trick; last time,
> whenever I ignore him, he would
> fake illness and I will surrender and find out what
> is wrong with him, he
> would then grab me and laugh. He have forgotten that
> last time, I cared for
> him and am concerned becau! se there is love, but
> now, what is there between
> us?
>
> Hubby's groaning came on and off continuing all the
> way till baby was born.
> Almost everyday, he would buy something for the
> baby, infant products,
> children products and books that kids like to read.
> Bags and bags of it
> stacked inside his room till it is full. I know he
> is trying to use this to
> reach out to me, but I am no longer moved by his
> actions. He has no choice
> but to lock himself in his room and I can hear his
> typing away on his
> computer keyboard, maybe he is now addicted to web
> surfing, but none of that
> matters to me anymore.
>
> It was sometime towards the end of spring in the
> following year, one late
> night, I screamed because of a sudden stomach pain,
> hubby came rushing into
> the room, its like he did not change and sleep, and
> had been waiting for
> this moment. He carried me and ran down the stairs,
> stopped a car, holding
> my hand very tightly and kept wiping the sweat off
> my brown, throughout the
> journey to the hospital. Once we reached the
> hospital, he carried me and
> hurried into the delivery suite. Lying on the back
> of his skinny but warmth
> body, a thought crossed my mind: In my lifetime, who
> else would love me as
> much as he did?
>
> He held the delivery suite door opened and watch me
> go in, his warm eyes
> caused me to managed a smile at him despite my
> contraction pain.
>
> Coming out of the delivery room, hubby looked at me
> and our son, his eyes
> tear with joy and he kept smiling. I reached out and
> touched his hand.
>
> Hubby looked at me, smiling and then he slowly
> collapsed onto the floor. I
> cried out for him in pain... He smiled, but without
> opening that tired eyes
> of his... I had thought that I would never shed any
> tear for him, but the
> truth is, I have never felt a deeper pain cutting
> through my body at that
> moment.
>
> Doctor said that by the time hubby discovered he
> had liver cancer, it was
> already in terminal stage and it was a miracle that
> he managed to last this
> long. I asked the doctor when did he first discover
> he had cancer? Doctor
> said about 5 months ago and consoled me saying:
> "Prepare for his funeral." I
> disregarded the nurse's objection and rushed home, I
> went into his room and
> checked his computer, and a suffocating pain hits
> me.
>
> Hubby's cancer was discovered 5 months ago, his
> groaning was real, and I
> had thought that... the computer showed over 200
> thousand words he wrote for
> our son: "Son, just for you, I have persisted, to be
> able to take a look at
> you before I fall, is my biggest wish now... I know
> that in your life, you
> will have many happiness and maybe some setbacks, if
> only I can accompany
> you throughout that journey, how nice would it be.
> But daddy now no long has
> that chance. Daddy has written inside here all the
> possible difficulties and
> problems you may encounter during your lifetime,
> when you meet with these
> problems, you can refer to daddy's suggestion...
> Son, after writing these
> 200 thousand words, I feel as if I have accompanied
> you through your life
> journey. To be honest, daddy is very happy. Do love
> your mother, she has
> suffered, she is the one who loves you most and also
> the one who loves me
> most..."
>
> From play school to primary school, to secondary,
> university, to work and
> even in dealing with questions of love, everything
> big and small was written
> there.
>
> Hubby has also written a letter for me:
>
> "My dear, to marry you is my biggest happiness,
> forgive me for the pain I
> have caused you, forgive me for not telling you my
> illness, because I want
> to see you be in a joyful mood waiting for the
> arrival of our baby... My
> dear, if you cried, it means that you have forgiven
> me and I would smile,
> thank you for loving me... These presents, I'm
> afraid I cannot give them to
> our son personally, could you help me to give some
> of them to him every
> year, the dates on what to give when are all written
> on the packaging..."
>
> Going back to the hospital, hubby is still in coma.
> I brought our son over
> and place him beside him. I said: "Open your eyes
> and smile, I want our son
> to remember being in the warmth of your arms..."
>
> He struggled to open his eyes and managed a weak
> smile. Our son still in
> his arms was happily waving his tiny hands in the
> air. I press the button on
> the camera and the sound of the shutter rang thought
> the air as tears slowly
> rolled down my face...
>
> The end...

Note: This story is originally from www.mykuaci.com

I had mentioned before that we really should not let misunderstanding happened between a close relationship. Everything should be make clear. You really should not underestimate what a minor misunderstanding can do to a strong relationship. Sometimes in life, we are really face with the dilema of not knowing who to please. Some older people, for example our parents or our grandparents, they just have that old fashion thinking. We can't tolerate them and they can't tolerate us. Moreover, old folks are sensitive beings. They always felt that the younger generation do not value them anymore. It is really difficult to please them. What should younger generation do? What do you think? As for me, it is our duty to honour the elder one, especially if they are our parents. No matter how unreasonable they may be, they are still your parents. Can you still remember how you can be very unreasonable too sometimes? However it is easy for the son to honour their mom and dad. How about the spouse? I had heard many stories of wife having torturing time pleasing their parent in law. The same also applied to some husband who married a wife wealthier than him. Headache. What a complicating world is this, be grateful with what ever good thing you have. Cheers. :-)

It depends on how you see it....

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.His bed was next to the room's only window.The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.The men talked for hours on end.They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.


The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind ' s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.


Days, weeks and months passed.One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.
It faced a blank wall.The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.

She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."

Epilogue:There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.


Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can ' t buy.

"Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present."

Note: I read this story before long time ago, I came across it again, so share with you all.

Funny Singh Story- 阿星的故事

The Story of "AH SINGH"

1. A Singh who is a sailor?
>Karpal Singh

2.A Singh who attends a Chinese wedding party?
>Yam Singh

3. A Singh who is digging a hole?
>Menggali Singh

4.A Singh who likes to slap people?
>Dau Ba Singh(cantonese)

5.A Singh who is a gangster?
>SamSingh

6.A Singh who is lost?
>MisSingh

7.A Singh who is noisy?
>BisSingh

8.Singh who likes herbs?
>GinSingh

9.Singh who likes to kill people?
>AssasSingh

10.A Singh with one ball?
>Balwant Singh(Ball One Singh)

11.A Singh with two ball?
>BalanSingh(as in balancing)

12.A Singh with three balls?
>Amazing

13.A Singh who is swimming in a iced pool?
>KuldipSingh(cool deep Sink)

14.A Singh who likes to drink soya bean milk?
>YeohHupSingh

15.A Singh who owns a ship that sank?
>No la,not Titanic Singh, is KaramSingh

16.A Singh who was sacked from the National Hockey Team?
>Relax Singh

17.A Singh who is a lousy Singh?
>OwtarSingh

18.A Singh who likes roundabout?
>PuSingh

19.A Singh who is flying around in a broom?
>Sou Pah Singh

20.A Singh who is a three star general?
>Sam Lap Singh(as in cantonese)

21.If one of the Sikhs were to succeed in forming their own country,what will they call their currency?
>Mata Wang Ah Singh

22.Then,what do you call a Singh who likes to scold people?
>Diew Nei Ah Singh

Note: Only a true Malaysian can understand the story above.

This Story is originally created by W.L CHIANG( WLCHIANG_MY@HOTMAIL.COM )

hahaha...... XD

Toilet Animated GIF-

haha, become a peeping tom and this is what you get-




















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Say NO TO FURR!

This is so sick, how can they do that? China people is so sick. SICK!

ATTENTION: RATED 18PL


Pledge to go fur-free at PETA.org

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Weight of a glass

I dedicate this post to all stressful people out there...

STORIES - The Weight of the Glass A lecturer, when explaining stress management to an audience, raised a glass of water and asked,

'How heavy do you think this glass of water is?' Answers rang out through the room. Some said 20g, others said 500g. The lecturer replied, 'The absolute weight doesn't matter. It depends on how long you try to hold it.'

He continued, 'If I hold it for a minute, that's not a problem. If I hold it for an hour, I'll have an ache in my right arm. If I hold it for a day, you'll have to call an ambulance. In each case, it's the same weight, but the longer I hold it, the heavier it becomes.'

And that's the way it is with stress management. If we carry our burdens all the time, sooner or later, as the burden becomes increasingly heavy, we won't be able to carry on.'As with the glass of water, you have to put it down for a while and rest before holding it again. When we're refreshed, we can carry on with the burden.'

So, before you return home tonight, put the burden of work down. Don't carry it home.

You can pick it up tomorrow. Whatever burdens you're carrying now, let them down for a moment if you can.'Relax! Pick them up later after you've rested. Life is short. Enjoy it!'

This story i get it from somewhere- i don't know where also . XD

Should be more Socialble

Yes, I am trying to improve my social skill.

You True Love Will Maybe Find You

But it's going to be tough! You're not really around to find. You really need to get yourself out there if you're expecting to find love. Go somewhere (anywhere!) new from time to time. Or if you're really shy - at least join a dating site.

Will Your True Love Find You?

Speaking from a corrupted mind...

ATTENTION: Please do not waste your time reading the following post, it is just a piece of my crap. PLEASE DON'T READ!PLEASE!



Good night people out there, okay, you will find it funny, but it is after midnight when I wrote this post. I am just wishing myself good night. Ya, I talk to myself again, I am crazy or what? Nooo, I can’t be crazy. I got no one to talk to, so talk to myself; it is of course better than not talking at all. I am a chatterbox. Since small, I always talk to myself, I still remember in my mind there will be two operators, and there are inside some kind of a control room. I will ask those operators what to do when I can’t make a decision or I will just talk to them in my mind when I am alone. Ya la, I have no siblings at home; I am the only one, so talking to yourself is absolutely normal. Today I am not talking about childhood stupid stuff. Let’s talk about other things.

I am like that, even my friends know it. Once I get into a talking mood, I will just continue to talk and talk non stop. All of them will say I am busy in their messenger, but I said is okay, all you have to do is just ignore me, you can continue doing your work and I will continue talking. Ya, I am fine with the idea that no one is listening and I will just continue to rant. Many people find it annoying, yes, who doesn’t? They will say, “Kenny, stop it”. Actually when I am doing all this I am just letting go of all my troubles, in other words, PMSing. I don’t mind that you do not want to hear or not listening, as long as I know that I am talking to someone, I am already okay. As long as I am not talking to myself. The only time when I talk to myself is when I told myself to calm down, stop being like this, you should wake up, and you should be quick and so on. Yes, this is what happens when you have no friends, no buddy, no brother, and no sister. The lone ranger. Actually, what am I crapping about? Oh gosh, I am so worried. That negativity is coming back again. I manage to brush it aside for a few days ago. A few days before CNY I felt so happy.

I am really confuse and guilty all the time. First thing I am confused with is why am I studying STPM? Isn’t it a waste of time? I do not know what I want to do with the STPM result. I have not been studying; I am so lazy, so unmotivated, maybe I am procrastinating? I told myself that I have no choice and now that I am studying STPM, I should really try my best, I should study hard. However, every time I sat down to study, I just can’t bring myself to do it. For example, today I told myself that I must study; exam is just a week away. However, I can’t do it; instead I went to watch CJ7 in cinema. Ya, I watched the movie alone like a dumb fella. My parents don’t watch movies. I have no one to watch with. Even if I have, yes I actually have I really want to, don’t misunderstand that I really have no friends, I actually have. However those are the people that I felt so uncomfortable with. Do you get what I meant? I felt so fake being with them, I have to show a super duper happy expression, telling them funny things, being so easy going, speaking the right thing to them and most of all pleasing them. That is what I do most of the time. Where ever I go, I did that. When I show a sour face, all the people will turn away. Okay, the person I must entertain most is my mom. That is because I went out with her most of the time. She does not allow me to go out with other people. She just doesn’t like it. Okay, so I must entertain her and most of the time I am good at entertaining people and speaking good words. I am not sweet talking them. I am just like interacting in a way that they felt entertaining. The same when I went out with my aunt and my friends. However, when I show sour face, not concentrating, they are so angry. I told myself, in this world is about pleasing people, one moment you stop pleasing someone, you are doom. It really matter to me that people like me. I have no one who love me or treat as their really close one. Except for my parents of course, I have good parents, is my obligation to do whatever that please them. It is in the commandment. Fuiyoh, speaking like that, I think I can be an escort. Gay escort? I don’t want la. Can also, but please no sex.

I really felt so lost ever since after SPM. At the beginning of Form 1, I devoted myself to study, I did nothing but to study, I just study really hard. I have a track of excellent result. I hardly explore myself or experience different things in life. I am not active in neither sport nor extra co curricular activities; I regretted it so much today. I miss out learning so much about life skill. What do I know? I only know what I know from books. All this while I tried so hard to convince myself not to think about anything, not to think about fun, thrill, money or any other thing. I told myself that as a student is my duty to study hard and get good result. Ever since, I am not good in sport, I must be at least good in my study. Ya, I did it. No matter how difficult is it, I did it. I have lost count of how many days when I don’t sleep and just study. I can study 24 hours a day. My motivation is so high. When I reach form 5, I told myself, this will be the last year I am going to be at school, and after this I am free. I can finally explore life. I really thought I can. So I continue to study even harder. Yes, finally the day come, the last day of SPM, I felt so free and yet so lost. I do not know why I felt so lost on the last day of SPM. Yes, is over. What am I gonna do now? I have no more books to read. Yes, I am free, finally, freedom. Bullshit. My mom just controls everything. First, she does not allow me to learn driving. Everyone is learning to drive and yet she said no. She told me to wait until 21. WTF! After so much of arguments, she still doesn’t let me learn. It is like only recently two months ago, she suddenly agrees when I ask her again. Ya, I just only took my driving class, all my friends can drive already. I learnt so hard for the driving, I have never drive before, I have so much to learn, I even pay extra to get six extra classes besides the basic five classes. Guess what, after learning so hard, I heard that I have to bribe those JPJ people with RM250 to pass my driving, if not I will fail. T.T I really want to cry. RM250? I know that I am still not perfect in my driving, and definitely they will fail me if I do not bribe them? What kind of law is that? I am sure they will minus your marks even if a light mistake did. I must use my own money to pay for the bribe. I do not want to bribe, I really do not want to. But what if they fail me? Not only I have to pay again, I also have to go through so many things again. It is really so tiring having to wait so long. Speaking about money, my mom doesn’t allow me to work after SPM. She just want me to stay at home and clean the house, accompany her go here and there. I did every thing she told me, and finally I get myself a job as a mechanic, however, after a few working days, she disallowed me to work again. I argue so much with her and finally her I must follow her words. She is my mom, how much can I argue? Anyway, working as a mechanic, an air cond mechanic is so terrible. I am so stupid, there is so much nice job with a higher pay and yet chose mechanic. My mind is so shallow that time. Ya , I only know how to study, what else I know?

Then I enrolled for a level program after I got my result. I did it at Taylors. A-level biochemistry. I am opting to study law. But that counselor advise me to take science stream because she wants me leave my option open. So the course started, is and intensive one. From the first day it started, I already felt something is not right. Why am I here? Why am I doing the things that I do not want to do again? HELP ME! I am really so depress at that time. You can’t blame me. I have been lying to myself long enough. All this while I am deceiving myself. I knew that studying science is not what I want and yet I still take the subject for my SPM and I am proud that I did it. But didn’t I know that I want to be in creative industry? I love drawing since young, I love everything about art, I will never grew tired with something that has got to do with art. By nature, I am not the nerdy fella. I am a person who can’t sit still, who can’t stand being in the same environment again and again, I love thrill. I did much mischievous stuff during school days, hoho, I may be good in my results but I don’t attend school, I am always absent, late for school, skip classes and run out from the school to watch movies. Reason? I HATE SCHOOL. I just hate school. I hate it. I find 101 reasons not to go to school. I just don’t see the meaning in going to school. Okay, a week after A Level course, my mom ask me to quit, she said the fee is expensive and my father can’t afford it. My father is financially unstable at that time. Although I got partial scholarship, the remaining fee is RM 18000. Taylors is a money eater. With my results, I already get full scholarship in so many colleges. However, mom said she did not want me to go anywhere to study, she wants me to study STPM. She insisted and I kind of agree because I have no where to go, moreover Alex is there. But I am so naive, Alex is there? Does it mean anything? Is not that he cares whether I am there or not. I am so lonely, every time I am always alone.

I have always wanted to be in the creative industry. I want to study digital animation, I want to be a creative director, I want to be a hairstylist or a make up artist. I want to be a host. I don’t care, as long as I am in the creative sector, I am happy. However, my job must be sufficient to support myself and my parents. I really want to achieve the day when I can tell my dad to stop working; he is always so tired although he is capable. I want to be the filial and useful son. I want to be able to buy many things that my mom likes. I want, I want, and yet I am not doing anything productive. It has always been my dream that I owned a car, a job where I get to explore different things and go different places and meeting different people, a job that is not the typical static 9-5 job. A job in which I can support myself, eat and dress comfortably, have the opportunity to go for a vacation at year end(I love sight seeing) and I can support my parents. I don’t ask for a big car, a four wheel drive like Honda is really enough and a condo if I have a partner. Ya, and a lover. A guy? Ya, someone who loves me and I love him? As long as I am not spending my life without someone who love me. Sometime I ask myself, am I asking too much?

The reason why I just can’t bring myself to study is because I am really sick of books. Especially text and reference books. I start to develop a phobia towards books. Can you imagine, I read and read everyday and I am not the type that like to study. I just push myself to study. After SPM, before I can even experience the world, experience a different life, I am back to study again and with books around me. Okay, if I know what I want to do with the STPM result, I will really study hard. The problem now is, I really do not know what will happen after SPM, I do not want history to repeat by it self. What I want to do with the STPM result? The course I want to pursue does not even need the stupid STPM. I have always feared of the day that I will end up in school again studying form 6. I always tell myself that I will not study form 6 no matter what. Guess what, the day came and I am really studying form 6. That is because I am so useless, I don’t even have a proper plan for myself, I am just following what other is saying. Is it that after STPM I am going to enter some local uni and pursue my degree in business administration? Gosh, call me a dumb person, but I just do not have the typical business and economic mind for business. I do not have the business brain like Donald Trump. In fact I am hardly interested in business administration. I am so shameful of myself, I can’t even understand business language. Alex on the other hand understands business so well, always reading business and management books. If you ask me to read those books, I will fall asleep and see stars on the first page. If you ask me to read a fiction or an encyclopedia (with pictures of course), I can still read it no matter how thick is it. Why am I such a failure? So immature. I really do not want to waste my year studying stupid degree that is not even relevant. By the time I finish my STPM, I am already 20 yrs old, time passes very fast, and the older you get the less people like you? No, I am saying isn’t it those wasted year should be spend developing your skill in the things when you want to do?

Ya ya, I am so ugly, talk what la. No one is ever going to love you. My major problem now is loneliness and confusion. The gay thing is even more confusing. Am I ugly? People who meet me, said I am quite good looking. Yucks, I want to vomit la, yes vomit looking at myself in the mirror. Okay, sometime I think I look good, and that is the time when I felt so much happier, however sometime I just look so terrible, that I hate myself. Dah lah miskin, lagi hodoh. Mahu kerja apa? Tiada sesiapa mahu kamu. I know that no one will love me or like me if I look terrible and ugly. Is the fact of life? What? Love you for who you are and not how you look? Talk crap la. It is always the appearance. It is like when you looks better and pocket got $$, people will be good to you. More over, in gay circle, since both of us are guy I think it is very important that both of us are capable? Guy you know? We must be strong. Gay love. Talking about gay love. I am such a vain pot during form 1, I guess is the puberty problem, most people experience that, I am super conscious about myself, looking in the mirror for an hour just to style my hair. I quit doing that after that and just focus on study. Recently, those problem arise again, I am beginning to get more and more conscious about myself. I am sign up for gym session half a year after my SPM, because I have to. I am so skinny that time, as a result from studying non stop, totally like a drug addict, so haggard. I manage to gain weight, now with a better arm,chest,shoulder but I still don’t have abs, maybe because I eat too much. I am really scared to look haggard. I use all the money I got from getting good results for my SPM to pay for gym member fee. Why am I doing so much? Just to get accepted? So that someone will eventually love you because you look good? Ya, I think money and appearance is important if you want someone to love you, plus a good heart, humorous, kind, can cook, and so on. If not they won’t really love you lor, or your partner will look down on you, or maybe you embarrass your partner because you are ugly, or maybe when your partner got financial problem, you are too poor to even help him. Can see him suffer only but cannot help? How you want him to love you leh? I don’t believe in love without any conditions again. Loving someone is not about saying I love you only. Is about being able to comfort him, to be there for him when he needs you, to always stand by him. Is it that only then they will love you? You must be 10 out of 10?

Today I am really such a stalker. I go through so many profiles in Axcest. Before this I do not even know what is Axcest or Fridae. Thanks to all the gay blogs available. By browsing through Axcest, I managed to found out that the one of the guy who did the ad for FF is gay, a guy in my gym in which my gaydar tell me he is gay is actually gay, a school mate of mine in which my gaydar also tell me he is gay, is also gay. Walau, my gaydar is always so accurate. After a few months I got my comp, I started to google search about gay. I do not know how I manage to come across Best Male Blog. The first gay blog I read is Ryan’s blog, I have been reading his blog since then, and from the comment and chatbox I get to Calvin’s blog, walau from Calvin’s blog I get to see a long list of link to other gay blogs. My goodness I tell myself. This time I can really read about gay people in Malaysia. I’ve notice there is quite a lot of gay people in Malaysia. Am I right if I say that there are more gay than lesbian? Boys can very easy fall in love with each other? Then from Calvin’s blog, I go Chester’s blog, Alexander the gay?, bibik nyonya, ah bong?, and a few more la. Only after a certain amount of time and much consideration that I start a blog. This is my only blog. Thanks to the gay blogs out there for letting me read so much about gay life. Thank you.

Wa, if you really read this post, I salute you lo. You should not have read. It really wastes your time. The reason why I wrote a long winded post like although it uses a lot of my time is because every time I wrote out my feelings, I feel much better, at least I am not keeping all to myself. In real life I will never be able to this, not even to my closest one, but here I do not mind, no one knew me, no one sees me, no one cares and I can just talk and talk as I like. I know that I am not a nuts talking to myself because someone will eventually read this. Pouring out my feelings really makes me feel much better, ever since I wrote about my relationship with Alex in my blog, I feel so much better, at least it does not torment my mind so much like it used to.

I will not blog for some time; I tell myself I have to be strong to achieve my dreams. I want to focus on my study, my life, I want to improve myself. I want to be someone useful. Let’s tell a secret of mine. I have a secret dream to do modeling and acting. Doink, so embarrassing. Like that also I dare to tell out. Never mind la, no one know me also, I am really so comforted that I can tell out everything in my mind through blogging. At least I no need to torture myself keeping those thoughts to myself. You will feel better if you pour out your feeling. I will not give up in life, I knew if I did my part, I became someone capable, one day perhaps I will find my partner and put an end to all this loneliness and monotonous life. I will not give up and do stupid things that harm my future. Thank you, I feel so much better. Cheers.

Don't give up

Happy Chinese New Year

Happy Chinese New Year to all the reader out there. Here are some beautiful chinese live painting. Nice or not? You can right click and save them if you like them. I wish everybody a blessed year, may the year of rat(ei, is mouse or rat ah?) brings you good health,happiness,wealth,luck and your family remain united and happy in everything you do. Gong xi gong xi. I want to actually post it in chinese but too lazy. Happy Chinese New Year 2008!










I like those painting. Do you like them? ;-0

Petronas Chinese New Year Ad 2008

T.T

Bangkok Love Story

This is really such a sad story... T_T

Fly

A touching short film, T.T


ok, how is the movie? Let me comment, the movie over all is actually a nice movie but a few acting spoil the scene. First is the girlfriend, when she knew that her boyfriend is gay, her angry and dissapointed expression is so lame. She did it so badly. Second is the father, is that how the father react when he saw his son with another boy naked? He is just like a sissy, throw the pillow also like didn't eat rice like that. Then the third is the boy, when he saw his good friend been hit by the car, he still walk so slowly. However, this film is produce by student, so I must say is good film. Thumbs up. One more thing is, when you love someone but can't pour out your feeling to the person, it will usually make you feel angry, frustuated, as though you don't know what to do. Do you know that such situation is very dangerous and bad for the mind? First of all it can certainly lead you to depression, secondly you will make people you love and people around you misunderstood you. Thirdly, you will damage your relationship with that person you love and when things got worse and you do not know what to do, you will start doing stupid things. Some attempt suicide. Conclusion, when you love someone, you must really gather the courage to tell that person. Please don't be a coward and keep it in your heart. Who knows? Actually that person also love you a lot. Aiks, I say so easy but I did not do it also. But if you don't want bad things and misunderstanding to happen, Please don't hide your real feeling. It will hurt yourself and the person you love. One more thing I don't understand is when the person want to express their love, they must surely do it by having sex. Is it because they hide their feeling for too long, that is why they can't stand it anymore? Or either it only happen in movie to make it looks more dramatic? What do you think?

Won Bin

I am introducing the guy I like best, Won Bin. He is cute,handsome,sexy,charming,humble looking,youthful and lots more. He is just perfect. For me he is really the most beautiful guy in the world. He is really so special.Below is the profile about him. I get the resources from Wikipedia. Won Bin (born November 10th 1977 as Kim Do Jin) is a South Korean actor. He is the youngest of five siblings, with one older brother and three older sisters.
Won Bin made his screen debut in a 1996 KBS drama, and made his first big breakthrough in the drama Autumn Fairy Tale (2000) also known as Autumn tale and Autumn in my heart. Other movies such as My Brother... andTaegukgi, released in 2004, proved to be popular as well and gained him further fame. He has best newcomer award Chinsa Film Art Festival and Golden Filming Award for Taegukgi. Won Bin was called into military duty in the South Korean Army in November 2005. He was stationed at the Korean border, a position for which he volunteered. On June 2, 2006, the military officially confirmed Won Bin's discharge. The decision was made by the military when the actor sustained injury to his ACL. The actor has undergone surgery and has officially been discharged on June 7, 2006, after 191 days in the army.[1][2]
Profile:
Birthdate: November 10, 1977 (western date); September 29, 1977 (lunar date)
Family: Parents, 1 elder brother, 3 elder sisters
Education: Yeo-Ryang Elementary School, Yeo-Ryang Middle School,
Chun-Cheon Mechanical Engineering High School, Baek-Je Art College, Yong-In University (major: media and drama)
Blood Type: O
Zodiac sign: Scorpio
Religion: Christian
Marital status:single
Film
2005: My Brother... (우리형)
2004: Taegukgi (태극기 휘날리며)
2001: Guns & Talks (킬러들의 수다)

TV drama
2002: Friends (4 episodes short drama)
2000: Autumn Fairy Tale (가을동화) / Autumn in My Heart/Endless Love (18 episodes)
2000: Kkokji (50 episodes)
2000: Small Station (one-act drama)
1999: Kwangki (Ad Maniac)(36 episodes)
1998: Ready, Go (8 episodes)
1997: Propose (14 episodes)
1997: Super Sunday variety show

Awards
2004: Best Newcomer award (Golden Filming Award, Korea) for Taegukgi
2004: Best Newcomer award (Chinsa Film Art Festival, Korea) for Taegukgi
2002: Bvlgari Brilliant Dreams Awards (Japan)
2000: Best Newcomer award (TV drama) (Baek-Sang Award, Korea) for Kkokji and Autumn Tale
2000: Best Performance Male Actor (KBS TV award)
1999: Best Newcomer award (KBS TV award











































I really like Won Bin, Won Bin...my inspiration.... XD