You Should Date An Illiterate Girl

By CHARLES WARNKE

Date a girl who doesn’t read. Find her in the weary squalor of a Midwestern bar. Find her in the smoke, drunken sweat, and varicolored light of an upscale nightclub. Wherever you find her, find her smiling. Make sure that it lingers when the people that are talking to her look away. Engage her with unsentimental trivialities. Use pick-up lines and laugh inwardly. Take her outside when the night overstays its welcome. Ignore the palpable weight of fatigue. Kiss her in the rain under the weak glow of a streetlamp because you’ve seen it in film. Remark at its lack of significance. Take her to your apartment. Dispatch with making love. Fuck her.

Let the anxious contract you’ve unwittingly written evolve slowly and uncomfortably into a relationship. Find shared interests and common ground like sushi, and folk music. Build an impenetrable bastion upon that ground. Make it sacred. Retreat into it every time the air gets stale, or the evenings get long. Talk about nothing of significance. Do little thinking. Let the months pass unnoticed. Ask her to move in. Let her decorate. Get into fights about inconsequential things like how the fucking shower curtain needs to be closed so that it doesn’t fucking collect mold. Let a year pass unnoticed. Begin to notice.

Figure that you should probably get married because you will have wasted a lot of time otherwise. Take her to dinner on the forty-fifth floor at a restaurant far beyond your means. Make sure there is a beautiful view of the city. Sheepishly ask a waiter to bring her a glass of champagne with a modest ring in it. When she notices, propose to her with all of the enthusiasm and sincerity you can muster. Do not be overly concerned if you feel your heart leap through a pane of sheet glass. For that matter, do not be overly concerned if you cannot feel it at all. If there is applause, let it stagnate. If she cries, smile as if you’ve never been happier. If she doesn’t, smile all the same.

Let the years pass unnoticed. Get a career, not a job. Buy a house. Have two striking children. Try to raise them well. Fail, frequently. Lapse into a bored indifference. Lapse into an indifferent sadness. Have a mid-life crisis. Grow old. Wonder at your lack of achievement. Feel sometimes contented, but mostly vacant and ethereal. Feel, during walks, as if you might never return, or as if you might blow away on the wind. Contract a terminal illness. Die, but only after you observe that the girl who didn’t read never made your heart oscillate with any significant passion, that no one will write the story of your lives, and that she will die, too, with only a mild and tempered regret that nothing ever came of her capacity to love.

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Ketchup!

As usual, like I always do, after long gone.

Still stuck with my sucky job.

I still want to say, I hate corporate.

Some people are ignorant; some are rude, taking you for granted, some do not put header & greetings at the beginning & end of an email.

Some are fun to talk to, but you will not have time to do so.

Every end of the day, I just keep reminding myself that they are pathetic & they hold no space in my personal life.

When I refused to use polystyrene plate & plastic utensils, someone started calling me lame & said that I have nothing better to do. When I tried to defend myself, she just blocked me out & kept shaking her head, like she's right! What the fuck, bitch? Get out of the comfort zone, look around the world. I know you couldn't care less that the world is now full of pollution & you are hell sure that you will not make a difference. Typical selfish Chinese. Don't judge me, I'm Chinese too, doesn't mean I think my race is great! (In case some random visitors wish to comment on my statement again.)

I don't want to criticise about how you live your life. At the end of the day, I would just like to advise you to back off & mind your own business, loser.

Other than my a-piece-of-crap job, I'm perfectly happy with my life.

Bought a new phone. (Not Iphone, I'm anti)

Watched a number of movies.

Caught up with some friends who claimed they miss me.

About to delete some who couldn't care less from my life as I am still wondering why they were once considered best pals to me.

Talked about the future.
Thought about many possibilities.

Picked some tiles.

Bought some books.

Ate some fattening food.
Broke some self records.

Travelled by ERL early morning for breakfast & enjoyed it, you just don't know how good it feels to be up so early & you're in the train checking out views & listening to radio or music that you appreciate.

Made new friends.

Cracked some jokes.

Got to know some people better.

Set up more clear rules for self.

Ate some ice-creams.

Learned more about office politics.

Got to know how rich the government is.

Done less shopping.

Saved more money.

Upgraded internet speed.

Talked less.

Cursed less, though I miss. Not that I'm getting rid, it's because I have no one to do so with.
Dennise, when to go out??

Lastly, trying to improve my time management.

P.S.: Si mut cui, when will you come again?? I'm dying to go to karaoke with you! I need it!

What is War?

What is war?
Ask the young men who fight,
Men who defend the right,
Ask them - what is war?
'Honour - or death - that is war,'
Say the young men.


What is war?
Ask of the women who weep,
Mourning for those who sleep,
Ask them - what is war?
'Sorrow and grief - that is war,'
Say the women.


What is war?
By ways beyond our ken,
God tries the souls of men,
Sends retribution just,
Punishing vice and lust,
God's wrath for sin - that is war.


J. M. Rose - Troup

The Depth

Saw something that caught my eyes yesterday for a minute, then another one.
A bus especially for females, Rapid KL U82. 
The tagline is something like "More comfortable & cleaner. 
Well, as a female, I should be proud that we are being paid attention on, but I wonder which group actually asked for this until this could be made possible for implementation. 


I personally think it's a worthless execution, not only wasting money & time, I don't see the point of having this extra bus service. What I'm saying is all this effort should be used for something more worthy, instead of turning females of this country into sexists & making guys think that we are so damn narrow-minded. I'm not eliminating the possibilities that there would be molesting, staring, pickpocketing, sweat smell, & blablabla. 


Being able to stand up for women's rights is one thing, being feminist is another kay. Why don't spend the money on education or improve on the bus schedule? Or hire more cleaners to clean up the roads & drains? Or buy more recycle bins? Well, I seriously don't know how causes are being prioritised in this country.


Yea, if you're some princess, don't take bus. Take taxi, please. Taxis are smelly too. Hire a personal driver & rent a car then. Yea, some say there's definitely a reason for this. Uhuh, because the election is coming soon.


I have no say for how they allocate the source. I'm just voicing out my thoughts. I'm not talking about which ministry is responsible for any actions carried out. I'm just telling in general about how things are being allocated & how I think it's not practical. Don't come & tell me as if you're so professional & trying to sound sophisticated. It's all because you don't get what I meant. Not because you think I don't get what you say.


I'm a female doesn't mean I have to side females. I'm a Chinese doesn't mean I'll side Chinese. Call me racist, call me stereotype, I don't care. You don't have to read this if you don't like. I don't need your opinions. I don't need you to object & comment & be angry about what I reply. So what if I'm judgemental? Can you be more open-minded & just accept my opinion as it is? No one asked you to influence me & try to change how I think. Improve your EQ please. I'm not saying it's totally a bad idea, I just think the cons are bigger than the pros. Time will tell. Yea, call me extremist.


What....ever.....

Some people, their minds just can't get narrower, & they think they are so opinionated. 

What I think doesn't represent everyone else's thought. Get it? 

You don't have to get so worked up. It's okay if you don't accept, but do accept people for who they are. Instead of getting so angry & torturing yourself. 

Get out of your comfort zone please & open your eyes. 

You're not always right & I didn't say I must be right. 

I don't mind if you don't accept, but I do when you're making a big fuss out of it. 

For me, you're immature & simple-minded. & so full of yourself. Remember, you started this. & lastly, I despise your shallowness & am laughing at it. Please grow up. For our age, I'm way ahead of you.

JUST ACCEPT PEOPLE FOR WHO THEY ARE. DON'T OVERREACT, PLEASE.

IT'S NOT HEALTHY & RATIONAL.

The Painted Cat

Dad came home one night & woke us from our sleep. We rushed out of the house. Then, we took out a match & burnt down the house. The whole family stood staring as the flames brought down the house to ashes..

Since then, we have been moving from place to place without a house to stay in. This situation is better, said Dad. We don't have to crack our heads to think about what colour to paint the walls, what brand of paint to use, hire someone to paint or paint it ourselves, how many cans of paint would be needed, & so forth.

That is only about the paint. Dad listed tens, hundreds & thousands, of the problems that we would be able to avoid all together by not owning a house.

"But, Dad, " said one of us while we were seated inside a peanut shell. "Which address should we use for official purposes? What about school registration; which address to use? What if someone wants to send us a letter; a fan perhaps?"

We don't know why we named him Cat. Perhaps since - to the best of our knowledge - there has never been a cat called "Kucing". We spontaneously named him Cat.

Cat is bright. Not very long ago, a government department advertised an opening for the Head of Department. Word was that all the previous heads were too old & retired merely a week after being promoted to the post. So, the Government decided to hire a younger Head of Department who would last longer.

Cat applied for the job. He was called for an interview. The interviewer had no reason to deny Cat's right to apply for the advertised position. Cat seemed to fulfil each & every requirement & qualification to be the head of a government department. Indeed that was the reason why, said Cat, the Public Services Commission called him for an interview.

"We are looking for a candidate who is fluent in more than two foreign languages," said the interviewer while using a pen to circle the requirement which was indeed clearly stated in the newspaper advertisement.

Cat began to deliver a speech in Italian, German, French, Japanese & Hindi. Cat spoke about the Kinder, Kuche, Kirche - "children, kitchen, church" - concept which was implemented when Adolf Hilter ruled Germany.

Strange enough, the interview result - which was received three months later - said Cat was unsuccessful. It seems that when Cat spoke Italian, German, French, Japanese & Hindi, it sounded the same: Miew-miew-miew.

What a stupid interviewer! Doesn't he know that cats in Italy say miew-miew-miew, cats in Germany say miew-miew, cats in France say miew-miew-miew, cats in Japan say miew-miew-miew, cats in India say miew-miew-miew?

One day, we caught Cat & dumped him inside a glass container. Then, we bought a can of paint. We were not sure of the colour. We don't even recall the brand. But word was that the paint which we bought had a five-year guarantee. If used after a general election, the paint is assured to last until the next general election, five years later.

We poured the paint into the glass container containing Cat.

We let Cat soak in the paint for a few hours. Later we took him out. Of course Cat had changed colour according to the colour of the paint.

Cat told us that he was actually dead. But he was still alive, he said, because cats have nine lives.

"Miew-miew-miew," said Cat. Meaning: Take me to the government department which rejected my application to become the Head of Department.

"What for?" asked someone among us.

"Miew-miew-miew," said Cat. Meaning: Do not ask!

Cat demanded a second interview. Throughout the interview, Cat said absolutely nothing. Not even miew-miew-miew. Ten questions asked, zero answered. Hundred questions asked, none answered.

"Great! This is the sort of Head of Department we want. Mister Cat, you still have eight lives, right? So, the Government hereby appoints you, Mister Cat, as the Head of Department until you, Mister Cat, die for the eighth time," the interviewer decided.

Cat is bright. Cat made it possible for us to buy a residence by means of his salary as the head of a government department.

Cat is often referred to as the candidate with the most potential to become a prominent national leader. But the fact still remains that Cat is a cat which was once dumped into a glass container & soaked in paint - God knows what colour! - that is guaranteed to last five years only.

Dad came home one night & woke us from our sleep. We rushed out of the house. Then, we struck a match & burnt down the house. The whole family stood staring as the flames brought down Cat to ashes.


Fiction by Uthaya Sankar SB
- Translated from the Bahasa Malaysia short story, "Cat", first published in Mingguan Malaysia, 21 December 1997, by the author.
Taken from Selangor Times.

The Pathetic

Now, even though I have to work on Thaipusam, that wouldn't be the pathetic part.

Most probably I get to leave work earlier because I'm only attending training. And then, I get to claim an extra day in my annual leave! Okay, enough about me.

Took the bus to work today. Was rushing to catch the bus. The unpredictable bus schedule.

Though was walking with a fast pace, you'd manage to catch a few pictures. Like those healthy taking the elevator especially made for the disabled. It's made specifically clear. So what if there are no disabled people around? It's designed just for them. All the buttons are in braille! & you'll see the priority zone in buses are all taken by young fit people. Well, the sadder thing is those who are being categorised don't even know their rights.

Whose responsibility is it to create awareness? Who will be in charge to implement & change these people's attitude?

Bought a mug for Stephanie as a gift, also a token of gratitude. I feel guilty everytime seeing her using polystyrene cup every single to drink her coffee. Kill 3 birds with 1 stone. :) Many birds, in fact.

A previous poll in The Star showed statistics about how much M'sians are willing to pay for every extra plastic bag they consume. I voted for 30 cents to 1 Ringgit. Of course, predictably, more than half voted for FOC. & some preferred sticking with 20 cents. Another sad case. I'm not saying I wouldn't use plastic bag at all, because I know it's unavoidable. Hey, there are food which only come in plastic packaging! But within your capability, you know you can minimise the usage of it.

I don't know about you. I'm very concerned of the world's end. Not from the religious point of view, but human. Doesn't matter which religion you believe in. Unless you are some pathetic guys who just don't fucking care.But besides them, who can bear to see the sufferings before the light at the end of the tunnel finally shimmers before your sight? The flood in parts of Aussie which is stated as being the worst in one or two centuries. The massive change of climate all over the world. The diseases, the mind corruption of human beings. 

And one day, Malaysia would snow? That would be a remarkable moment. Well, at least you get to see some historical scenes before you leave. Who knows? Maybe it's just another humongous climate change & then the fittest will survive. Like how it wiped out dinosaurs & cockroaches got to live. Then, I would really like it wipes out cockroaches this time. Any other votes? Ahh, rats would be another choice.

A Day to Remember Always

Nah, I kind of set a rule to myself that I will not talk about relationship & love in my blog.

At least, minimising it to the max.

Well, I will discuss it in general. What I mean is my own love life.

So, I've given you a huge honour kay!

So, let's start with four years ago....

Nah! Crazy, it's a hell long time!

I'll just say four years ago, this day, I said yes to this person to be my guy.

We both took the day off to celebrate.

He took me to somewhere that I still don't know the area.

Where we could see the night view of KL.

Fetched me from work, drove me all the way from PJ to KL, then to don't know where.

& he acted like he took the wrong road & we were lost.

Then he drove into a dark road. Going up the hill & there wasn't even a street light at all.

When we reached, I told I needed to go to the washroom.

& he said we had to take a U turn to go down the hill.

He took the parking ticket & said to go out from the other side.

While inside, he saw a washroom & so he parked the car & asked me to go.

When I came out, he said, "Since we're here, let's go up & see what's up there."

Before the staircase, I told him, "You know, if I'm smart, I would think that you planned all these."

He ignored me & we started the long walk.

Actually not that long, just about 70 steps & we're there.

When we sat down & the menu were put on our table, he passed one to me first, then himself. I looked at him & just smiled. Then he said, "What? I can be romantic also okay!"

We had a big fight the night before.

We rarely fight these days, but when we do, I can't imagine what you're going to break next time. :p

Back to the dinner.

And so, I told him that he will only be extra sweet & romantic on three days every year.

Which are the anniversary, Valentine's & my birthday.

For that, I am grateful enough. Rarity is preciousness kay.

But he's good enough on normal days.

The only concern I have that we would run out of ideas of celebrating our anniversaries.

Of course, as every old couple would say, I believe, after a certain amount of years,you'll be grateful enough & all these won't matter so much anymore as long as you know you're always with each other.

Then, we went back & you found The Tourist DVD & you wanted to watch it.

And so after showering, we lied on the couch & the 1st 10 minutes, I fell asleep in your arm. & this morning, you were showing off your present to your mum. I'm glad you like it. If not, I swear I'll break you into halves! Haha~

And then, I spent the whole day in your living room sneezing & watching TV with you. & the first time you saw me driving without making so much noise. :p

Today was just simple & I feel happy enough.

Your mum seemed worried that I don't want to step into marriage life with you. 

I know we'll turn out just fine.

Happy 4th anniversary, honey!

11.01.2011

A Late Wish

It's the 3rd, kind of late, I know.
Well, I've been too laid back spending time at home.
Didn't even bother going online.
When I came back & finally browsed through everyone's blog about a new year, I got a bit excited.
I didn't really bother about starting a new year.
Starting to feel that new year is really nothing.
Maybe I didn't spend it with the right crowd.
Or I think I might have been too hard on myself on new year eve as I spent the countdown discussing a very big possible crisis in my church with Nian.
No new year resolution or whatever. Nothing I care too much this year except I wish I could be with my family all the time.
With the 4th anniversary coming up in about a week's time, I should really pressure myself to think of something sweet to do. Arrrghhh, the numbness.


Like Kung said, last year was a hell of a roller coaster.
& I feel it's way too far back from the present.
Like it has been ages yet it was last August that I just had my convocation.
The Viva that scared the hell out of me which made me think I wouldn't pass my thesis.
The last semester, the finals, & the jobs.
The patch up, the interviews & all the learnings about new stuffs in order to survive in the city. The series, the sitcoms, the crazy nights, it all feels so far away.
& now thinking back, it's all feeling so meaningless. I think this is what you called WASTED.
What's youth without all these trash, right?


Jane, I love your new year spirit & Kung, how I envy about you having new year resolutions!
Luckily, being easily inspired, I would like to propose my own resolutions.
1. Going somewhere overseas for a vacation with the boyfriend or family or altogether which is not very possible.
2. Have found a job that I truly love with good pay.
3. Spend a more meaningful year. (Don't ask me to define)
4. Be more like myself.


So, what the heck, everyone? It's New Year!!
Love yourself even more this year & love others like how you love yourself.
I know it's not possible but try harder!
Give seats to the elders, don't spit on the road & don't sit on seats for disabled & pregnant women!
Donate your clothes, smile more, do more charity & use less plastic bags!
Love life, everyone.

In Between X'mas & Thanksgiving

For me, the only ideal way of celebrating X'mas is in church with choir, dances, stage play, duet & last but not least, hymns singing. 

Without all these, X'mas just seems meaningless or dead to me. 

I know I'm uncompromising. I know this has got to change. 

I shall try to change my mindset if I wish to live happier. 

& I am quite bothered that Christmas has been commercialised.

I hate the concept that "Now everyone can celebrate Christmas!"

No offense but the real meaning of X'mas is to celebrate the birth of Jesus & to remember he had come to this world to die for us.

Sorry that I got a bit religious here, but if you don't believe this or you don't give a damn, why the hell are you eating turkey at home & wishing everyone Merry X'mas?

Then, all the terms like X'mas shopping & X'mas wacko sales come out. & you start planning & giving ideas about how you would spend the day or night or you just feel sad about yourself for being alone during X'mas. Or you prefer to wear your Santa cap & get hammered in some clubs & wake up in a total stranger's arms.

But then again, I have no choice but to accept that you have your own freedom & that you've abused the true meaning of X'mas.

Lastly, Merry Christmas! To everyone!

I'm back in my hometown, with the hope to celebrate X'mas but apparently I was late.

So, I don't want to talk about how I spent my Christmas.

Traditionally, my church will have a year end thanksgiving dinner.

I'm currently in between X'mas & Thanksgiving & there are a lot of stuffs going on.

Firstly, because my sister scored straight in PMR & we're having a BBQ party for her.

Now, Thanksgiving is 3 days ahead. & I haven't taken her out for a treat as I promised because she is always busy & not at home. Her schedule is always full but most of the time is spent doing boring teenage stuffs.

Well, at least that is what I think because I'm an adult & I totally understand now why the adults always think what I did was meaningless as so of what I think of my sister sometimes nowadays.

This is because even though she is always out, she actually spends her time in church.

& for me when I was a teenager, hmm I would rather not talk about it.

I feel like I have a lot of things I want to do with her but she seems not available always.

I'm kind of forlorn as I noticed everytime I come back, she is a different person. 

This time, I strongly feel that she's gone a lot rebellious which is not a good sign & I have the urge to yell at her more. 

I'm controlling myself as I'm afraid that it will push her away from me & she would start to hate me & she won't tell me her secrets anymore.

I'm very possessive & I wish my sister would stay the same all the time, being cute & cuddly & always pleasant. Which means she won't turn bad & do bad stuffs.

I love her a lot & I don't want her to make my parents angry.

Lastly, I just want to enjoy my holiday with family at home.

Until I come back for Chinese New Year which is 1 month after I've gone back to work.

Which is a short period. That I am happy of.


Oh yea, almost forgot to tell you guys, I watched Gulliver's Travel! It's so damn hilarious.
When Jack Black was taken to be a girl doll trapped in a big doll house with big pink ribbons on his head. That is my favourite part. Okay, enough of the spoilers.

Till then, good day.

My Soul To Take

Watched it with the boyfriend in Cineleisure today.
Thought of watching something violent, gory & disgusting.
Haven't been watching my favourite genre lately.
And then, it's a disappointment.
The killing scenes were super fast. They were rushing the story.
& it's totally pointless.
And after a few attempts of trying to scare me, he got bored & sleepy.
I got restless & bored too, yet hoping to see some classic slaughter scenes & so I stayed focused. It was wasting my effort.
Peeps, big advice, DON'T WATCH IT. It sucks.


Craving for the Almond Daim cake. Should have taken away some.
Any chocolate will do now but I ran out of them.
Why didn't I restock....


I love when Christmas is around the corner.
Bought a Christmas card for the family.
I know it's lame to say this but it really does feel like love is in the air.
Especially when Christmas songs are aired everywhere.
Everyone just seems so much happier.
Claro! It's Christmas!
Though I'm kind of sad because church's Christmas celebration is held 2 days earlier this year & I can't make it. It just doesn't feel right when it's not held on the exact day.
Well, no matter what, Christmas is still my favourite holiday. Not because of Santa & not because of the presents.


Don't watch MY SOUL TO TAKE, everyone. Don't!

Rapunzel

It has been a long time since they last produced a real fairy tale movie. Even the Princess & the Frog didn't do me any effects.
It doesn't take you to be a believer but you could at least use some romance in you.
The boyfriend, of course, is not interested. So, I didn't go with him.
As usual, my eyes were watery at the end of the movie. Was holding back because it would be embarrassing. Teehee~


The chameleon was super cute! I thought it would be a bad ending because he died. But then...okay, I won't be a spoiler for those who haven't watched it yet.
Goodness, I kept telling myself that it couldn't be because this is a fairy tale & this is a Disney production. How could they let the hero die?! And so I was wrong.


Love the orchestra, love the soundtracks, love the storyline, love the graphics, love the humour.


It is a fairy tale & how a fairy tale should be.
One of the movies I won't mind watching again, after so long.
Just a right movie at the right time.

Breakfast at McDonald's

My dad emailed me this long time ago. I've read it more than once.

This is my new habit. To share thought-provoking stories.

Anything to inspire your day & mine!

With Love, from me!

Breakfast at McDonald's - a nice forwarded mail.

 

This is a good story and is true, please read it all the way through until the end!: I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and have recently completed my college degree. The last class I had to take was Sociology. The teacher was absolutely inspiring with the qualities that I wish every human being had been graced with. Her last project of the term was called, 'Smile.' The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and document their reactions. I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say hello anyway. So, I thought this would be a piece of cake, literally.

 

Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son, and I went out to McDonald's one crisp March morning. It was just our way of sharing special playtime with our son. We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden everyone around us began to back away, and then even my husband did. I did not move an inch... an overwhelming feeling of panic welled up inside of me as I turned to see why they had moved. As I turned around I smelled a horrible 'dirty body' smell, and there standing behind me were two poor homeless men. As I looked down at the short gentleman, close to me, he was 'smiling'. His beautiful sky blue eyes were full of God's Light as he searched for acceptance. He said, 'Good day' as he counted the few coins he had been clutching. The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend. I realized the second man was mentally challenged and the blue-eyed gentleman was his salvation. I held my tears as I stood there with them.

 

The young lady at the counter asked him what they wanted. He said, 'Coffee is all Miss' because that was all they could afford. (If they wanted to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had to buy something. He just wanted to be warm). Then I really felt it - the compulsion was so great I almost reached out and embraced the little man with the blue eyes.. That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me, judging my every action. I smiled and asked the young lady behind the counter to give me two more breakfast meals on a separate tray. I then walked around the corner to the table that the men had chosen as a resting spot. I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the blue-eyed gentleman's cold hand. He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said, 'Thank you.'

I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, 'I did not do this for you. God is here working through me to give you hope.' I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son. When I sat down my husband smiled at me and said, 'That is why God gave you to me, Honey, to give me hope.' We held hands for a moment and at that time, we knew that only because of the Grace that we had been given were we able to give. We are not church goers, but we are believers. That day showed me the pure Light of God's sweet love. I returned to college, on the last evening of class, with this story in hand.

 

I turned in 'my project' and the instructor read it. Then she looked up at me and said, 'Can I share this?' I slowly nodded as she got the attention of the class. She began to read and that is when I knew that we as human beings and being part of God share this need to heal people and to be healed. In my own way I had touched the people at McDonald's, my son,the instructor, and every soul that shared the classroom on the last night I spent as a college student. I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn:

 

A smile happens in a flash, but its memory can last a lifetime.

终极意义

哈哈，忽然间又想要打华文了。

差不多两个星期没更新。

Hmm， 最近一堆事接二连三的来。

也好，有好有坏，才会感受到存在的价值。

22 号失业，去了两个面试，录取了，8 号开工。

目前为止，还在满足中。

公司有喝不完的咖啡因，是多么畅快的一件事啊！

最开心的当然是朝九晚五，而且公司政治----无！

近来好像变了个人，竟然开始情绪化。

不是因为月事啦。所以今天就决定一个人出门去。

走出门口，又觉得一个人好像酸溜溜的。

翻查记忆通讯录，就拿起手机，拨了个轮给Jane。

临时约人，也不敢奢望人家有空档，但她好爽快地说可以咧。

就乘着凉风，等巴士去了。

最近老是在等巴士时，跟人聊起天。

碰到超多同乡的！

三天内，碰到4个伊班人。

他们好像统统都来了这里。

替他们开心的是，好像文明了很多哦。

一知道我是同乡，态度都不一样了。

昨天在巴士上让位给个老阿姨，她居然不领情，还不感恩呃！

整个路程，只看了我一眼，然后装没看见。

之后就别过脸，索性忽视我。

*伤*不是什么，我要求的回报只是一个微笑。

好像要你坐，很委屈酱。

说回今天，跟Jane碰面了，出发了。

吃了午饭，又花钱了...*痛*

可是花得值得。

这次的散心有疗效，心不沉了。

又跟久违的友人聚，有意义啦。

然后回家时还碰到木槌呃！

那把熟悉的声音叫着我的名，八婆！

见了你就发现原来很想你们呃！死党！

再加上今天上帝决定要给好天气，助长了雀喜的心情。

连蓝色星期一都不相信了！

你们说要尊重死者，我偏要讲。

部落格是我的，你可以不读。

相信大家都知道最近有个跟我同年的男子为情坠楼。

咳，坏榜样啊。

某个电台主持人说得对，你有勇气去寻死，为什么没有勇气去面对？

难道死真的比较容易吗？

天堂又少了个灵魂了。

你死之前有后悔吗？你证明了什么？

是无止境的爱吗？

人家一生就要抱着愧疚过日子了。

倒霉的话，就患上忧郁症或双重人格。

要不就永远走不出阴影认识别人。

这....是你要的结局吗？

万一她最终承受不了这个打击，和你一样做傻事， 那你是不是觉得如愿以偿？

隔了几天才有时间写完这篇东西。
看了他出殡的报道，果然不出所料，他被很多九十后的当成偶像了。
真可笑！自杀都可以成英雄！你死之前还这么冷静，还能玩倒数！
*拱手* 我服了！
像我们这些八十后的就批评他是无比愚蠢。
好了，助长歪风了，要万劫不复了。

*叹气* 我无言。
忠告：我不知道你们是不是和我意见相同，但是我肯定认为任何东西都来得比生命重要。
如果是情况危机而你捨身救人，上帝和我都赞同。
在普通情况下，若你不是宅心仁厚或救的人不是你的至亲至爱，人，照正常反应都会先自保。
殉情，就让它困在武侠和言情小说吧！
自杀，死不去，要坐牢，杀人是罪，杀自己也是罪，因为你也是人！真是气死我了！
自杀，死得去，在任何宗教角度来说，你，都是罪不可赦，到时真是海枯石烂，你都还在火中烧啊。
大家，寻找人生意义吧！深呼吸，望上天空，抿嘴笑一下，都是希望，好不好？！*翻白眼*
为自己而活，很难吗？！

看了这篇新闻，第一个反应：“咳，又多个人下地狱了。”