Showing posts with label stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stories. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Is the school haunted?

If you have read today newspaper, you would have read that a Form 3, malay girl tried to jump off the building at SMK Abu Bakar, Temerloh, Pahang.



The girl was reported to start screaming at 8.30am for no apparent reason and dashed out the corridor to the edge of the two-story building and pulled out several window panes and hurling them to the ground. She even took off her 'tudung' and threw it to the ground. What is even scarier was she cut herself and licked the oozing blood from her fingers while laughing hysterically.



The point of this post is to share what I have heard from my friend before. I remembered my friend told me about this school many years ago but I do not know if it is SMK Abu Bakar. It was also early in the morning and a malay girl started screaming hysterically. I do not remember what happened after that, but I remembered my friend told me the school was closed for many days after that. I suspected it was SMK Abu Bakar also because the newspaper has reported that there are several hysterical incident happened at the school before.



I read from a blog that the haunted incident at the school was due to dirtiness. You can refer "unclean" as in being occupied by poltergeist and demon, but the blog mentioned that the uncleaniness was due to the sanitary pad being flushed down the toilet and the school compound has got poor hygiene. The unhygienic environment attracted demon and poltergeist because those "thing" feed on bone, food waste and dirty things.



I never encounter any haunted experience in my school before.*thanks God*



However, I have heard an encounter during my camp at a university. I was sleeping soundly alone after the night activity because I was too tired. My roommate went out and saw the incident. He told me about it when I woke up. A malay girl was possessed. Her roommate ran out when they saw her facial expression changed and her skin and eye color changed. She had the demonic look and it was frightening. Luckily there was a religious teacher at the university and after some prayer and ritual, the girl recovered.



My question is, why it always happen in malay school and why it always happen to malay girl? Why is the demon so racist?



We are 1 Malaysia u know, cannot be so racist! ><




STOP THROWING SANITARY PAD DOWN HERE!!!

Sunday, July 12, 2009

A dog named "Sex"

name ur dog carefully...

Everybody I know who has a dog usually calls him "Rover" or "Boy."

I call mine "Sex."Now, Sex has been very embarrassing to me.When I went to the City Hall to renew his dog license, I told the clerk that I would like a license for Sex.

He said, "I'd like to have one too."Then I said, "You don't understand.I've had Sex since I was nine years old."He said, "You must have been quite a kid!"

When I decided to get married, I told the minister that I would like to have Sex at the wedding. He told me to wait until after the wedding was over.I said, "

But Sex has played a big part in my life and my whole worldrevolves around Sex."He said he didn't want to hear about my personal life and would not marry us in his church.

I told him everyone would enjoy having Sex at the wedding.The next day we were married at the Justice of the Peace.My family is barred from the church from then on.

When I got married and went on my honeymoon,I took the dog with me. I told the hotel clerk that I wanted a room for my wife and me, and a special room for Sex.

He said, "Every room in the place is for sex."I said, "You don't understand.Sex keeps me awake at night."The clerk said, "Me too."One day I entered Sex in a contest, but before the competition began, the dog ran away.Another contestant asked me why I was just looking around.I told him I had planned to have Sex in the contest.

He told me that I should have sold tickets."But you don't understand,"I said, "I had hoped to have Sex on T.V."He called me a show-off.When my wife and I separated,we went to court to fight for custody of the dog.I said, "Your Honor, I had Sex before I was married."

The judge said, "Me too."Then I told him that after I was married, Sex left me.He said, "Me too."Last night Sex ran off again. I spent hours looking around town for him.

A cop came over and asked"What are you doing in the alley at 4 o'clock in the morning?"I said, "I'm looking for Sex."My case comes up Friday.

Well now I've been thrown in jail, been divorced and hadmore damn troubles with that dog than I ever foresaw.Why just the other day when I went for my firstsession with the psychiatrist,she asked me, "What seems to be the trouble?"

I replied, "Sex has been my best friend all my life but now ithas left me forever. I couldn't live any longer so lonely,"and the doctor said, "Look mister, you should understand that sex isn't a man's best friend so get yourself a dog."

Woof!

Random jokes :)

Joke 1

Wife - You always carry my photo in your handbag to the office. Why?

Hubby - When there is a problem, no matter how impossible, I look at your picture and the problem disappears.

Wife - You see, how miraculous and powerful I am for you?
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Hubby - Yes, I see your picture and say to myself, “What other problem can there be greater than this one?”

Joke 2

A pianist was hired to play background music for a movie. When it was completed he asked when and where he could see the picture. The producer sheepishly confessed that it was actually a porno film and it was due out in a month. A month later, the musician went to a porno theatre to see it. With his collar up and dark glasses on, he took a seat in the back row, next to a couple who also seemed to be in disguise.

The movie was even raunchier than he had feared, featuring group sex, S/M and even a dog.

After a while, the embarrassed pianist turned to the couple and said, "I'm only here to listen to the music." "Yeah?" replied the man. "We're only here to see our dog.

Joke 3

Two lawyers were planning to go to Batu Ferringi for their 12th anniversary. The lady told her husband that she has to finish her case and would come down in a week. The husband said ok and left for Batu Ferringi.


It had been a week and the husband was going to email his wife to make sure she was still coming. He forgot her email address and put down what he remembered.

An old woman was sitting in her rocker crying because her husband had died 1 week ago and the computer said you've got mail, so she clicked on it and she fell to the floor dead. The house keeper ran in and found the woman dead. She didn't see why the woman died, but she looked on the computer screen and this is what it said "I have been down here for about a week now and it's really hot down here. I have been waiting for you. Come soon!

Love you lots,
Your husband"

Joke 4

A little boy goes to his dad and asks, "What is politics?"

Dad says, "Well son, let me try to explain it this way: Im the breadwinner of the family, so lets call me capitalism. Your Mom, shes the administrator of the money, so well call her the Government. Were here to take care of your needs, so well call you the people. The nanny, well consider her the Working Class. And your baby brother, well call him the Future. Now, think about that and see if that makes sense,"

So the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what dad had said. Later that night, he hears his baby brother crying, so he gets up to check on him. He finds that the baby has severely soiled his diaper. So the little boy goes to his parents room and finds his mother sound asleep. Not wanting to wake her, he goes to the nannys room. Finding the door locked, he peeks in the keyhole and sees his father in bed with the nanny. He gives up and goes back to bed. The next morning, the little boy says to his father, "Dad, I thin k I Understand the concept of politics now." The father says, "Good son, tell me in your own words what you think politics is all about." The little boy replies, "Well, while Capitalism is screwing the Working Class, the Government is sound asleep, the People are being ignored and the Future is in deep shit."

Joke 5



The 10th grade teacher asks Jessica: "What part of the human body increases to 10 times it's normal size when excited?"


Jessica responds: "That's disgusting! I don't have to answer that question!"

So the teacher asks little Johnny, who responds: "That's easy...the pupil of the eye!"

"That's correct, Johnny. Very good!"

And turning to Jessica, she says: "I've three things to say to you, young lady... first, you didn't do your homework; second, you have a dirty mind; and third, you're in for a big disappointment!"

Joke 6

Dad....
A father passing by his son's bedroom, was astonished to see the bed was nicely made, and everything was picked up.

Then, he saw an envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow. It was addressed, "Dad." With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope and read the letter, with trembling hands.

"Dear, Dad. It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you.

I had to elope with my new girlfriend, because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mum and you.

I've been finding real passion with Stacy, and she is so nice, but I knew you would not approve of her, because of all her piercings, tattoos, her tight motorcycle clothes, and because she is so much older than I am.

But it's not only the passion, Dad. She's pregnant. Stacy said that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods, and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children.

Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone. We'll be growing it for ourselves, and trading it with the other people in the commune, for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want.

In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS, so Stacy can get better. She sure deserves it!!

Don't worry Dad, I'm 15, and I know how to take care of myself.

Someday, I'm sure we'll be back to visit, so you can get to know your many grandchildren.

Love, your son, John.

P.S. Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at Tommy's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the school report that's on my desk.

I love you!

Call when it is safe for me to come home.

Joke 7
Ah Soh married Ah Leng with a son Ah Zai. So father and son Ah Soh Zai. Ah Leng has been suffering hearing problem since young but the bond of love between the two couple is so strong that Ah Soh has decided to married her even though she is suffering slight disability.

They are a happy family until one day...

Ah Soh was not back home and it was already passed midnight. Ah Leng was very worried and was anxiously waiting for Ah Soh for home. Ah Leng called Ah Zai to phone his dad. Ah Zai obediently phone his dad.

"So what did dad say??!! Is he coming home??!" ask Ah Leng impatiently after Ah Zai has made the phone call. " Dono leh, A Girl answered the phone.." Replied Ah Zai while rubbing his head...

"WHAT!, YOU SURE OR NOT...CALL AGAIN!!"

" errr....ok"

(After putting down the phone...)

"so how...so how...what he says??!!""

"Same leh, the same girl answered the phone."

"Fine.....DON'T CALL HIM ALREADY, I DO NOT CARE HIM ANYMORE" said Ah Leng furiously. ( went to bed)

Next morning, Ah Soh finally reached home....

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!! DO YOU STILL LOVE ME??!!" shouted Ah Leng while tears stream down her cheek

"Of course darling i love you so much! I was working...sorry i did not inform you because my phone ran out of battery " explained Ah Soh

" LIAR!! Stop giving feeble excuses..WHY AH ZAI PHONED YOU 3 TIMES AND WAS ANSWERED BY A GIRL!??! could you explain that?? YOU SLEPT WITH A GIRL?? YOU DO NOT LOVE ME ANYMORE? "

"hmm??.....err......i was alone, im sure of it, I will never lie to you, trust me" Ah Soh unable to explained and he was telling the truth.





who was the girl??? It was the mobile operator service provider....


Tuesday, May 12, 2009

A Silent Love

I saw this story in my college notice board and I find it touching. So, I thought of sharing it.
From the very Begining, the girl's family objected strongly on her dating this guy. Saying that it has got to do with family background & that the girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were to be with him.
Due to family's pressure, the couple quarrel very often. Though the girl love the guy deeply, but she always ask him: "How deep is your love for me?"
As the guy is not good with his words, this often cause the girl to be very upset. With that & the family's pressure, the girl often vent her anger on him. As for him, he only endure it in silence.
After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated & decided to further his studies in overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the girl: "I'm not very good with words. But all I know is that I love you. If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I'll try my best to talk them round. Will you marry me?"
The girl agreed, & with the guy's determination, the family finally gave in & agreed to let them get married. So before he leave, they got engaged.
The girl went out to the working society, whereas the guy was overseas, continuing his studies. They sent their love through emails & phone calls. Though it's hard, but both never thought of giving up.
One day, while the girl was on her way to work, she was knocked down by a car that lost control. When she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed. She realised that she was badly injured. Seeing her mum crying, she wanted to comfort her. But she realized that all that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. She has lost her voice......
The doctors says that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose her voice. Listening to her parents' comfort, but with nothing coming out from her, she broke down.
During the stay in hospital, besides silence cry,.....it's still just silence cry that companied her. Upon reaching home, everything seems to be the same. Except for the ringing tone of the phone. Which pierced into her heart everytime it rang. She does not wish to let the guy know. & not wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any longer.
With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return, the guy sent millions & millions of reply, and countless of phonecalls,.. all the girl could do, besides crying, is still crying....
The parents decided to move away, hoping that she could eventually forget everything & be happy.
With a new environment, the girl learn sign language & started a new life. Telling herself everyday that she must forget the guy. One day, her friend came & told her that he's back. She asked her friend not to let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn't anymore news of him.
A year has passed & her friend came with an envelope, containing an invitation card for the guy's wedding. The girl was shattered. When she open the letter, she saw her name in it instead.
When she was about to ask her friend what's going on, she saw the guy standing in front of her. He used sign language telling her "I've spent a year's time to learn sign language. Just to let you know that I've not forgotten our promise. Let me have the chance to be your voice. I Love You. With that, he slipped the ring back into her finger. The girl finally smiled.

Friday, January 2, 2009

Why woman can't read map and men don't listen...

The below story is a diary from a his and her...
HER DIARY
Saturday night I thought he was acting weird. We had made plans to meet at a bar to have a drink. I was shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment. Conversation wasn't flowing so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk, he agreed but kept quiet and absent. I asked him what was wrong - he said, "Nothing." I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset. He said it had nothing to do with me and not to worry.On the way home I told him that I loved him, he simply smiled and kept driving. I can't explain his behavior; I don't know why he didn't say, "I love you, too." When we got home I felt as if I had lost him, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. He just sat there and watched T.V. ; he seemed distant and absent.Finally I decided to go to bed. About 10 minutes later he came to bed and to my surprise he responded to my caress and we made love, but I still felt that he was distracted and his thoughts were somewhere else. I decided that I could not take it anymore, so I wanted to confront him with the situation but he had fallen asleep. I started crying and cried until I too fell asleep. I don't know what to do. I'm almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else. My life is a disaster.



HIS DIARY
MAN UTD. lost 2-0 to Chelsea today, but at least I got laid.

Part 2- A letter from a wife to her husband...


Dear Husband:I'm writing you this letter to tell you that I'm leaving you for good.I've been a good woman to you for seven years and I have nothing to show for it.These last two weeks have been hell.Your boss called to tell me that you had quit your job today and that was the last straw.Last week, you came home and didn't notice that I had gotten my hair and nails done, cooked your favourite meal and even wore a brand new negligee. You came home andate in two minutes, and went straight to sleep after watching the game. You don't tell me you love me anymore; you don't touch me or anything. Either you're cheating or you don't love me anymore, what ever the case is, I'm gone.P.S. If you're trying to find me, don't.Your BROTHER and I are moving away to West Virginia together! Have a great life!

Signed: Your EX-Wife

Reply from husband:
Dear Ex-Wife:Nothing has made my day more than receiving your letter. It's true that you and I have been married for seven years, although a good woman is a far cry from what you'vebeen. I watch sports so much to try to drown out your constant nagging. Too bad that doesn't work.I did notice when you cut off all of your hair last week, the first thing that came to mind was "You look just like a man!" My mother raised me to not say anything if you can't say anything nice. When you cooked my favourite meal, you must have gotten me confused with MY BROTHER, because I stopped eatingpork seven years ago.I went to sleep on you when you had on that new negligee because the price tag was still on it. I prayed that it was acoincidence that my brother had just borrowed fifty dollars from me that morning and your negligee was $49.99.After all of this, I still loved you and felt that we could work it out. So when I discovered that I had hit the lotto for ten million dollars, I quit my job and bought us twotickets to Jamaica. But when I got home you were gone.Everything happens for a reason I guess.I hope you have the fulfilling life you always wanted. My lawyer said with your letter that you wrote you won't get a dime from me. So take care.

P.S. I don't know if I ever told you this but Carl, my brother, was bornCarla. I hope that's not a problem.

That is why people always say men and women think differently... ;)

Monday, June 16, 2008

Queer Vampire

Warning: The content below is gay-sex related.

Ok, before you proceed, please hear me crap. I was browsing the books in my school library when I came across the book titled " World's Greatest Mind Blowing Vampire". Trust me, I thought the book is just about vampire, so I borrowed it. While I was reading the content, I realise that the book not only tell you about vampires but also include some stories as well. Guess what? The stories are gay-related. And most of the vampire stories in the book is about gay. It is sexy,erotic and sad as well. It seems to me that vampires are gay? I know that vampire are usually good looking if you watch those kind of modern vampire. Below is two stories I have for you readers. Please take your time to click on each image to read the page. The two stories I have for you are Immortal Sadness and Marble Love. I love Marble Love because it has got a happy ending.

















Immortal Sadness- The story about a young good looking and cute boy named Adonis who grew up and became the victim of vampire. Adonis liked the company of boys and soon became initimate with them. This is a very erotic story.






























Immortal Sadness














Please take your time to click on each image to read the story ok? You don't get this kind of story everywhere. Trust me, is a nice story. Let's begin with Immortal Sadness.









Immortal Sadness





























Happy Reading :-)

Friday, April 11, 2008

Can I Just Sit Down and Do Nothing?

One day an eagle was soaring high in the sky. After sometime the eagle fly down and rested on the branch of a tall tree.

The eagle was sitting down and doing nothing.

There was a rabbit below the tree on the ground.

The rabbit asked the eagle, “Can I just sit down like you doing nothing?”

The eagle replied, “Why not?”

So the rabbit sat down under the tree and was doing nothing just like the eagle.

Suddenly a fox came by and jump on the rabbit and ate the rabbit.

The rabbit was gone.

The eagle looked for a while and flew away.

Moral of the story: To be able to sit down and doing nothing, you have to sit really high up above.



Not everyone can sit down and did nothing

Thursday, February 21, 2008

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. :-)

Saturday, February 16, 2008

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.

Friday, February 15, 2008

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

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

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

Friday, January 18, 2008

Kawan

I do not know what to post, so I am posting another ghost story. During form 4, we are requested to write a ghost story as an assignment for our BM project. I am sorry that the story is in BM, so to those who don't understand BM, I am sorry.





Kawan


Saya merupakan pengacara radio(radio DJ) di sebuah stesen radio. Pengalaman pekerjaan saya agak menarik dan saya menemui pelbagai orang dengan pelbagai cerita yang menarik di talian telefon setiap hari. Terdapat satu peristiwa yang tidak dapat saya lupakan dan saya ingin mengongsinya bersama kamu.

Memang telah menjadi satu kebiasaan stesen radio kami membuka talian telefon untuk orang awam mengongsi pengalaman mereka yang menakutkan bersama kami pada pukul 11.50 malam pada setiap hari Khamis. Saya dipilih untuk mengacara rancangan ini pada setiap minggu. Pada kebiasaannya,tiada kejadiaan aneh yang berlaku walaupun rancangan ini diteruskan sehingga larut malam. Tetapi pada suatu minggu yang telah ditakdirkan saya menemui peristiwa yang aneh ini apabila terdapat seorang budak yang bernama Hong menelefon masuk.Masa itu pukul 12.05 tengah malam.

“Hello,apa khabar? Stesen ini adalah stesen radio 9.88,boleh saya mengetahui siapakah di talian?”,saya menjawab dengan penuh rasa kemesraan,memang tidak sesuai untuk rancangan ini.

“Khabar baik,saya bernama Hong dan saya mempunyai satu cerita yang hendak dikongsi bersama kamu”,jawab suara di talian. Dari nada suaranya,saya dapat mengenal pasti bahawa suara ini merupakan suara budak kecil.

Hong memulakan ceritanya….
Saya mempunyai seorang kawan. Namanya saya tidak boleh memberitahu kamu sebab saya menyayanginya. Saya mula mengenalinya di darjah empat. Kawan saya kematian ayahnyanya semasa dia di darjah tiga dan kematiaan ayahnya memberi kesan yang besar kepadanya. Ayahnyalah yang sentiasa memberi kasih dan sayang kepadanya,manakala ibunya kurang menmpendulikannya.selepas kematian ayahnya,ibunya sering memukulnya. Ibunya meneruskan kehidupan bersama lelaki yang lain dan tidak mempendulikannya. Ibunya sering membawa lelaki yang berlainan balik ke rumah dan jika tidak silap saya,ibunya telah melibatkan diri dalam pelacuran.Hidup dan makan kawan saya ini tidak terurus dan dia sangat kurus. Walaupun rumah tangganya bermasalah dia datang ke sekolah setiap hari.
Semasa saya mengenalinya di darjah tiga,mukanya memang sentiasa pucat selepas kematiaan ayahnya mukanya bertambah pucat. Di kelas dia sering kelihatan lemah dan terdapat beberapa kali dia hampir terpengsan. Dia mempunyai usaha untuk belajar tetapi tidak cemerlang kerana keadaannya tidak mengizinkan. Apabila saya bertanya kepada dia adakah dia berpenyakit, kepala dia akan tunduk dan tidak bercakap apa-apa. Di sekolah rakan-rakan dan guru tidak mempendulikannya dan sering kali terdapat pelajar mengambil kesempatan membulinya. Hanya saya seorang menjadi kawannya kerana saya berasa kasihan dengannya. Kami berkawan dan saya sering membantunya walau dalam apa jua perkara. Kami menjadi sahabat yang sangat akrab dan saya boleh merasakan bahawa persahabatan kami dicemburui orang lain.
Terdapat satu kali di mana haiwan peliharaan elektronik(Tamagochi) kawan saya dirampas oleh sekumpulan pelajar. Dia dibuli dan dipukul. Apabila saya mengetahui perkara ini,saya pergi berjumpa dengan kumpulan pelajar ini untuk merampas balik Tamagochi itu.Merka merupakan samseng tetapi saya tidak takut.Saya bergaduh dengan mereka dan kepala saya berdarah dipukul. Saya dimasukkan ke hospital kerana luka yang agak parah. Walaubagaimanapun saya berjaya merampas balik Tamagochi itu. Kawan saya menangis melihat keadaan saya. Dia berkata,”Hong, tidak berbaloi kamu mencederakan diri untuk saya yang Cuma sampah.Kamu melayan saya terlalu baik.” Saya memberitahunya,”Kawan di dunia ini tida sesiapa yang patut menganggap dirinya layak untuk hidup atau dirinya ialah sampah,semua orang adalah sama di sisi Tuhan.”Bagi saya,saya tahu Tamagochi itu amat penting untuknya kerana itu merupakan hadiah dara ayahnya dan menjadi teman pada masa kesunyiaan.
Kejadiaan itu menambahkan lagi keakraban persahabatan kami dan saya mula menganggapnya sebagai adik saya. Saya mula memperkenalkan agama Kristian kepadanya. Saya menceritakan kepadanya bagaimana Jesus diseksa oleh orang Rom sehingga cedera pada seluruh badan dan bagaimana Jesus dipaksa memakai mahkota berduri di atas kepalanya. Saya menjelaskan kepadanya bahawa Jesus berkorban semata-matanya untuk menyelamatkan kita daripada dosa kita. Tetapi kawan saya tidak dapat menerima kenyataan ini. Dia berkata,”Kenapa dia harus berkorban untuk saya?Saya boleh berkorban untuk diri saya.Dia tidak seharusnya berkorban untuk saya.” Saya terkejut apabila saya terdengar kata-kata dia.Diri saya yang menghadiri kelas agama pun tidak pernah terfikir perkara ini.
Beberapa minggu selepas kejadian ini,muka kawan saya bertambah dengan pucat secara tiba-tiba. Dia terbatuk-batuk dan muntah di dalam kelas. Saya cuba untuk membantunya tetapi dia melarikan diri daripada saya. Saya berasa sedih dengan perubahan sikap dia . Saya cuba untuk mengejarnya tetapi terjatuh.”Kawan,kenapa kamu melarikan diri daripada saya?”saya bertanya.”Cukup Hong,saya sudah banyak menyusahkan kamu,kamu tidak patut menjadi kawan saya,kamu tidak akan bahagia,rosak imej kamu,kamu adalah seorang pelajar yang cemerlang,terdapat banyak orang yang kamu boleh bergaul dengan tetapi bukan dengan saya,butiran sampah yang tidak berguna. Dia terus melarikan selepas berkata. Saya menangis mengenangkan kata-kata dia.
Hari keesokkanya dia tidak datang ke sekolah. Saya berasa bimbang dan melawat rumahnya. Dia tinggal di rumah pangsa kos rendah. Apabila saya sampai di sana,saya terdengar suara riuh-rendah. Saya nampak kawan saya sedang berlari ke arah seorang wanita yang saya tahu ialah emak dia. “Mak,jangan tinggalkan saya mak.Saya berjanji saya saya akan mematuhi apa yang mak kata.Mak saya betul-betul perlukan kamu.Mak…!”dia menjerit dengan tangisannya yang tersedu-sedan. Tetapi tanpa sebarang rasa belas kasihan,emaknya menuju ke arah tangga bersama dengan bagasinya dan meninggalkannya. Kawan saya itu hanya mampu terbaring di situ. Saya berlari ke arahnya dan cuba menenangkannya. Dia memandang saya dengan matanya yang merah dan lebam dan masih menangis. Di atas badannya terdapat kesan rotan yang masih segar lagi. Dia menceritakan kepada saya peristiwa yang berlaku. Semalam apabila dia baru balik dari sekolah dan membuka pintu rumah,dia terdengar suara mengiau-ngiau datang dari bilik maknya. Dirinya yang tidak mengerti apa-apa,menolak pintu bilik dan ternampak emaknya bersama dengan seorang lelaki di atas katil. Kedua-duanya dalam keadaan bogel. Dia terkejut melihat ini. Emaknya tanpa berkata apa-apa terus memakai baju dan keluar dari bilik. Emaknya mencapai rotan dan terus memukulnya dengan kuat. Bertalu-talu pukulan rotan hinggap di atas badannya. Lelaki yang bersama dengan emknya pula duduk di atas katil sambil menghisap rokok. Kawan saya memberitahu saya bahawa sebenarnya itu cuma ibu tirinya. Ibu kandungnya telah meninggal dunia semasa dia dilahirkan.
Saya cuba untuk menenangkan dia dan membawa dia masuk ke dalam rumah. Saya tidak boleh membawa dia balik ke rumah saya kerana ibu bapa saya telah lama membantah persahabatan kami. Saya memberitahunya supaya menunggu di sini dan saya akan membawa bekalan makanan untuk dia. Malam itu,dia dtinggalkan seorang diri di rumah.
Saya tidak dapat melelapkan mata saya pada malam itu kerana saya bimbangkan keselamatan dia. Saya bimbang dia akan berkelakuan bodoh. Tetapi, tidak lama kemudian saya terlelap kerana terlampau penat. Saya termimpi,dalam mimpi semuanya putih dan saya ternampak kawan saya,dia tersenyum dengan saya dan berlalu dari situ. Saya tersedar dari mimpi dan berasa sangat takut. Degupan hati saya bertambah dan muka saya dibasahi peluh. Saya segera pergi ke rumah kawan saya yang tidak berapa jauh dari rumah saya. Setelah sampai di sana,lampu rumahnya tidak dipasang. Rumahnya sangat gelap. Saya mengetuk pintu beberapa kali tetapi tiada jawapan. Saya cuba membuka pintu rumahnya,rupanya tidak berkunci. Saya masuk ke dalam dan mencari kelibat kawan saya. Saya ternampak dia terbaring di satu sudut dengan badan tidak bergerak. Saya segera memasang lampu dan mendapatkan dia.”Bangun kawan,bangun!”,saya menjerit. Tetapi dia masih tidak sedar diri. Mukanya sangat pucat dan bibirnya pun tidak berwarna. Tiba-tiba terdapat seorang lelaki meluru masuk. “Budak,apakah yang kamu sedang buat disini?”,dia bertanya dengan suara yang agak garang. ‘Encik,tolong saya,kawan saya ini sudah hampir nak mati.”,rayu saya. “Kawan apa?”,dia bertanya seperti tidak mengerti apa-apa. (Saya berasa sedikit marah pada masa itu. Tidakkah dia nampak kawan saya yang terbaring di…) Eh,kawan saya sudah hilang! Tidak mungkin,tidak! Saya menjadi bingung pada masa itu. Lelaki itu menjelaskan kepada saya bahawa dia merupakan jiran rumah ini dan tiga hari yang lalu dia ternampak budak rumah ini terpengsan di depan rumahnya. Dia segera menghantarnya ke hospital dan dia memberitahu saya bahawa kawan saya berada dalam keadaan kritikal. Budak itu sebenarnya menghadapi penyakit leukimia. Patutlah dia selalu kelihatan pucat dan rambutnya pula sering gugur. Kawan emak saya pernah mati disebabkan oleh penyakit ini dua tahun yang lalu. “Encik,di hospital manakah dia berada?”,saya bertanya dengan cemas. Dia merelakan dirinya menghantar saya hospital itu.
Dalam perjalanan ke hospital,seribu satu soalan timbul dalam otak saya. Saya baru nampak dia petang ini tetapi dia sudah berada di hospital selama tiga hari. Tidak mungkin! Saya baru nampak dia di sekolah hari itu. Tetapi saya baru sedar yang dia menjadi sangat senyap dan tidak menegur saya pada hari itu. Kawan-kawan yang lain pula macam tidak sedar kehadiran dia walaupun dia asyik batuk-batuk. Tetapi segala misteri itu tidak penting. Yang penting saya harus tahu keadaannya sekarang. Setelah sampai ke hospital,saya dibawa ke wadnya. Saya nampak dia terlantar di atas katil. Mukanya sangat pucat…
“Hong,akhirnya kamu datang…”dia tersenyum sambil berkata apabila dia ternampak saya. “Saya tentulah akan datang,kami ialah kawan yang tidak dapat dipisahkan.”,saya berkata dengan terketar-ketar. Air mata saya mula menitis dan setitik hinggap di atas mukanya. Saya tahu dia tidak dapat bertahan sehingga hari esok. Dia sudah terlalu lemah. “Janganlah nangis,Hong…,kamukan lelaki.”,dia berkata. Saya berasa marah dengan diri saya kerana menunjukkan kelemahan saya di depan dia. Tetapi saya betul-betul tidak dapat menahan perasaan saya. “Biarlah kita menghargai masa yang ada.”saya berkata. “Hong,tahukah kamu sebenarnya apa yang kamu memberitahu saya tentang lelaki yang dipaksa memakai mahkota berduri semata-mata untuk menyelamatkan kita, sebenarnya tidak memakai mahkota berduri tetapi mahkota yang disalut dengan emas yang dihiasi dengan batu permata yang paling cantik.”,dia memberitahu saya. “Sekarang saya akan pergi bersama lelaki ini.”,dia menuding jari ke satu sudut dalam bilik itu. Saya tidak dapat nampak apa-apa pada sudut itu tetapi boleh merasakan satu kehadiran yang menyelesakan. “Hong…”,dia memanggil nama saya sambil tersenyum dan menghembuskan nafas terakhirnya. Tangannya memegang tangan saya dengan kuat. Saya meraung sekuat-kuatnya memanggil nama dia dan memujuknya supaya sedar kembali. Tetapi saya tahu itu semua tidak berguna.
Kini,dia telah meninggal dunia,kawan karib saya. Dia tidak mempunyai upacara pengembumian. Mayatnya disimpan di hospital. Emak tirinya menanggung kos itu dengan penuh paksaan. Saya berdoa selama seminnggu untuk kawan saya.
Pada suatu hari,seminggu selepas kematiannya,saya termimpi dia. Dalam mimpi dia kelihatan sangat gembira dan ada cahaya yang menyelubunginya. Dia memberi saya sehelai kertas yang mengandungi lukisan.Lukisan itu memaparkan pemandangan di syurga. Dia juga memberi saya Tamagochi dia. Kemudian dia melambai pada saya dan hilang barsama cahaya. Apabila tersedar dari mimpi,saya ternampak lukisan dan Tamagochi itu di atas meja saya. Dia memang pernah datang. Air mata saya bergenang kembali….

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…Sudah seminggu selepas kematiannya. Kini saya duduk seorang diri semasa rehat kerana tida kawan. Sya masih tidak dapat lupakan dia. Di depan tempat saya duduk terdapat beg rakan saya. Tiba-tiba terdapat sepasang tangan keluar dari beg itu. Kulit tangan itu sungguh pucat. Kemudian diikuti dengan badannya dan kepala. Lembaga itu mempunyai rambut yang panjang dan kuku hitam yang tajam. Lembaga itu merangkak dengan cepat ke arah saya. Tidak tahu mengapa,saya hanya duduk terkaku di situ,tidak bergerak,tidak menjerit. Lembaga itu hampir mendapatkan saya tatapi tiba-tiba masuk ke dalam beg semula. Kemudia saya terdengar suara tangisan. Saya ternampak kawan saya duduk di sebelah saya. “Kenapakah kamu boleh berada di sini?”,tanya saya kehairanan. “Terdapat satu takdir yang tidak dapat dielakkan akan menimpa kamu.”dia berkata. Kemudian saya tersedar dari mimpi apabila terdapat seorang pengawas memanggil nama saya. “Ah,mimpi rupanya aku!”,saya memberitahu diri. Sebenarnya itu bukan mimpi. Itu merupakan petanda untuk saya. Tengah hari itu,semasa saya sedang melintas jalan,tiba-tiba sebuah lori yang besar meluru ke arah saya. Lori itu tidak ada di sana sebelum ini. Badan saya berlumuran darah. Nafas saya tercungap-cungap. Banyak orang mengelilingi saya. “Saya tidak mahu mati,saya tidak buat salah…”,saya berkata. Kemudian,segalanya menjadi gelap. Kini saya faham mengapa saya dapat berhubung dengan roh. Ajal saya sudah hampir nak tiba,oleh itu saya dapat berhubung dengan orang yang sudah nak mati. “Kawan saya datang menemanimu…”

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Suara di talian menangis teresak-esak. Telefon diletakkan. Tiba-tiba seluruh stesen radio menjadi gelap,kemudian, kemudian terang semula. “Tim,kenapakah dengan kamu?”,tegur penyelaras bunyi. Saya melihat jam,sekarang baru pukul 12.05 tengah malam. Masa tidak berlalu pun. Adakah kejadian tadi khayalan saya atau….?

Am I pretty?

Sunday, December 30, 2007

Haunted Hospital

Two days ago I went with my parents to hospital. My grandma accidentally knocked her head. She nearly fainted because of that. Luckily it was just some bruising on the forehead. We were all so afraid that she fractured her nose or something. The bruise is still there and I think it will take a month to fully recover. Hospital, talking about hospital. Hospital is really one of the most 'dirty' place to visit. Every day there are deaths, some died peacefully and some suffered a lot before their last breath. Hospital really give me the spook especially during the night. I was admitted twice before. Luckily I did not encounter any supernatural event. That is because I always choose a four-bedded room. I am going to share with you a spooky story I once heard from a friend of mine.









Mr Tan was on cloud nine. Her wife had just safely delivered their first born child. It was a son. How the couple had always wished to have a child, and finally their wish is granted. As usual, Mrs Tan had to stay after the deliver. Mr Tan went home first and before he left, he kissed his wife on the cheek and promised that he will be here early the next day. While walking down the corridor, he headed towards the room where all new born babies are placed. He saw his own little prince from the glass. It has lots of hair on his head, just like his father. What makes the father even more happy is that the baby looked just like him. He must admit to himself that he had a beautiful baby. The baby also had round eyes and small mole on his left ear.





Back to the postpartum room, Mrs Tan was really tired after the delivery. It didnt take her a while to doze off after taking her medicine. It was dark outside the window as the moon was being covered by the cloud. Mrs Tan lived in a two bedded room, however the patient next to her bed had discharged that afternoon.



Mrs Tan was sleeping soundly when she suddenly heard the sound of someone playing outside her room. It was the sound of a little girl and she seems to be giggling away while running down the corridor. Mrs Tan was disturbed from her sleep. She felt annoyed and angry. Why is the hospital still letting children running around in the middle of the night and disturbing other patients? She wants to get down from her bed to see who is still outside her room during this hour of the day and not in bed instead. However the pain from the delivery prevented her from doing so. She promised to herself that she will complain about it to the hospital administrator in the morning. She fell asleep again after a while.


Giggling down the corridor...


She was once again awoke by the sound of giggling outside her bedroom. It was louder this time. She could not take it anymore this time. With all her might, she got down from her bed with one hand holding the rail at her bed end. Slowly she walked towards the door and opened it. When she peered outside she could see someone running down the corridor. She was giggling all the way as she ran and disappeared from sight. From her hand she seems to be hugging something, if it is not mistaken a doll.
Who is that at the corridor?



Feeling angry, Mrs Tan rang the bell beside her bed. Five minutes later, the nurse came. Mrs Tan complained to the nurse that there is a kid still running around the hospital and disturbing patients at this late hour. The nurse however seems puzzled. She told Mrs Tan that the hospital always make sure that all children is in bed before 9 and it must be strange that any kids are still wandering around. Flashing the nurse a look that says"Do you think I am making up stories?", the nurse quickly reassured that they will check around to see if any children is still wandering around. Mrs Tan felt better as she laid down on her bed and doze off again.




It must have been 3 hours from just now. The giggling could be heard again. Mrs Tan woke up. The giggling was just right outside her bedroom door. Didn't the nurse did her duty? Mrs Tan got down from her bed and opened the bedroom door. She saw a little girl right outside her door. On her hand there was something. It looked human. It was, yes it was a baby. It was not a doll but a real life baby boy. How could the hospital let this to happen? A little girl stealing babies from the crib and running around with it? She could have hurt the baby accidentally . Mrs Tan bent down a little.




"Who are you? Where did you took this baby from? You should return him to where he belongs."




The little girl are not bothered by those question. Instead she asked Mrs Tan,"Can you be the mother of this baby?"




???!!!




Of course not. Mrs Tan replied that she is not the mother of this baby and the girl should certainly return him to his own mother.




The girl asked her again in a pleading tone,"Can you be the mother of this baby?Please...!"




"No, I can't and you should return him to his crib before you hurt him."




"Please I plead you! Please promise me that you will be the mother of this baby."




Mrs Tan did not knew what she should do. She suggested that she will take care of the baby and asked the girl to hand it to her. In her mind, Mrs Tan thought the baby will be safer in her hands and she will ring the nurse to take the baby back to his mother.




The little girl however not willing to hand in the baby to Mrs Tan. She insisted that Mrs Tan said it out that she promised she will be the mother of that baby.




Mrs Tan feeling afraid that the baby will got hurt and wanted to settle this thing as soon as possible, promised the girl that she will be the mother of that baby.




"Yes, I promised that I will be the mother of this baby."




The girl handed over the baby to Mrs Tan. She ran away after that.




Can you be the mother of this baby?





Mrs Tan brought the baby to her bed and laid him by her bedside. She rang the bell. However, she dozed off after waiting for some time.



The next morning, Mr Tan arrived with flowers in his hand and all the others personal need for Mrs Tan. Mrs Tan awoke and found that the baby has gone. The nurse must had came to take it away yesterday night.



The head nurse greeted Mrs Tan good morning. She brought along the Tan's baby in a tray. Mrs Tan hugged her baby close to her breast and played with his little finger. Mr Tan came over to the bedside and kissed her wife on her forehead. Just as he was about to hug the baby, he got a shocked.



"Mel, this isn't our baby!"



"What are you talking about John? Of course this is our baby, his identification bracelet is same number as mine!"



"No, I am sure that this is not our baby! I just saw our baby yesterday right before I left. Our baby has got lots of hair, round eyes and small mole on his left ear. This baby got no mole, little hair and small eyes."



"John, I am sure this is our baby! I saw how he looks like too yesterday, before he is taken away. Our baby has got no mole."



The head nurse heard the arguement going on between the Tan's. It was not an unusual event for her. Nearly every two years, there are such similar case happened. That little girl just wouldn't let things rest. She just can't rest. She is around long enough. No one knew her presence. Everyone thought that she is already dead, and that is it. Who would have thought that she is still inside this building wandering around the hospital although she is already dead. But not for the head nurse. She has seen her, yes she had.



Right outside the bedroom door, someone was eavesdropping the Tan's arguement. There was a little giggle. On the little girl's hand was a baby, it was another baby. This baby has got lots of hair, round eyes and a small mole on his left ear. The girl smiled sinisterly to herself. She walked away quietly from the bedroom door. She will find a mother for this baby. Yes, she will....


She will continue to haunt this place...