I'm Sorry!

This is crazyyyyy ?!?
6 words, can really hurt ?!?
If this doesn't touch you, you're heartless! (Don't take it personally, some people like those girls "Plastics" in Mean Girls don't have that organ too, but they don't seem to mind...right?)

Well, back to the story....

One night a boy and a girl were driving home after the movies.The boy sensed there was something wrong because of the painful silence they shared between them

The girl then asked the boy to pull over because she wanted to talk. She told him that her feeling changed and that it was time to move on. A silent tear slid down his cheek as he slowly reached into his pocket and passed her a folded note.

At that moment, a drunk driver was speeding down that very same street. He drove into the driver's seat, killing the boy. Miraculously, the girl survived.

Remembering the note, she pulled it out and read it. It said . . .  " without your love, I would die "

Cool huh . . . It's true how words can hurt a beautifully good heart, So think before you talk because it may hurt the heart that loves you for life.

I know I have hurt the one person who loves me dearly and I have turned by back thinking it was nothing I wanted in my life, until one day when I realised it was the only thing I have ever wanted and needed in my life.

I made a worse and stupid decision that day which is still haunting me to this day even though the lips says it has all been forgotten. I know that the words can't be taken back. So for now in this very moment, there's only one thing I can beg for, so I say . . . .

I'm Sorry . . . . . . 

and wait patiently for your forgiveness to come around.

GONG XI FA CAI!

 

HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR! I wish to all my Chinese friends and the non-Chinese ones as well because we are Orang Malaysia! Let's hope for the 1Malaysia spirit to kick off this Chinese New Year! I'm actually planning to go to one of our Chinese friend's house this year.

Once I remember, I along with my classmates we went to a Chinese friend's house, her name was Leow Meng Choo. It's been quite some time since I've seen her. Anyway that day, we went to her house and her mother served us some food and drink, I couldn't eat much of it as I am a vegetarian. so I warmly received the drink. After which we all gathered with her cousins and played games, I couldn't undersand most of the words coming out of their mouths but they received us very well, and we had a fun filled day.

We even played with lantern that night, My mom bought me a lantern shapped of a fish and for my sister, I think it was a snake, I'm not quite sure, I forgot a lot because it was so long ago. My dad bought a lot of oranges and even our neighbours handed us boxes of oranges.

Before leaving, Meng Choo took us to meet her grandmother, who was on her wheelchair, we greeted her and she handed us each Ang pows! each containing, I forgot the sum. Well, the thought that counts! right!

The whole day was so nice, it was nice to actually celebrate a festival, which was not even in your tradision, yet feel the overwhelming urge to celebrate it!

I hope Chinese New Year is a day, you all have fun as well, Let's face it, Chinese New Year is the time of  year you get to eat as much of oranges as you desire and get the chance to increase your savings.

Hope this Chinese New Year brings you lot's of shining lucks, wealth in abundance, never -ending happiness, and plenty of smiles to last forever!

GONG XI FA CAI!

-didvega-

The Story Of Us ....

I used to think one day we'd tell the story of us,
How we met
And the sparks flew instantly
And people would say they're the lucky ones

I used to know my place was a spot next to you,
Now I'm searching the room for an empty seat
Cause lately I don't even know what page you're on

Oh, a simple complication,
Miscommunications lead to fallout,
So many things that I wish you knew
So many walls up that I can't break through

Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room
And we're not speaking
And I'm dyin' to know
Is it killing you
Like it's killing me?

Yeah
I don't know what to say since a twist of fate, when it all broke down
And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now

Next chapter

How'd we end up this way?
See me nervously pulling at my clothes and trying to look busy
And you're doing your best to avoid me
I'm starting to think one day I'll tell the story of us
Of how I was losing my mind when I saw you here
But you held your pride like you should have held me,

Oh I'm scared to see the ending why are we pretending this is nothing
I'd tell you I miss you but I don't know how
I've never heard silence quite this loud.

Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room
And we're not speaking
And I'm dying to know
Is it killing you
Like it's killing me?

Yeah
And I don't know what to say since a twist of fate, when it all broke down
And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now

This is looking like a contest
Of who can act like they care less
But I liked it better when you were on my side

The battle's in your hands now
But I would lay my armor down
If you say you'd rather love than fight

So many things that you wish I knew
But the story of us might be ending soon

Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room
And we're not speaking
And I'm dying to know
Is it killing you
Like it's killing me?

Yeah
And I don't know what to say since a twist of fate, when it all broke down
And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now

Now, Now, Now

And we're not speaking,
And I'm dying to know is it killing you like it's killing me?
Yeah
And I don't know what to say since a twist of fate, cause we're going down.
And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now

The End

Bhagavad Gita As It Is

The Bhagavad-gita is universally renowned as the jewel of India's spiritual wisdom. Spoken by Lord Krishna, the Supreme Personality of Godhead to His intimate disciple Arjuna, the Gita's seven hundred concise verses provide a definitive guide to the science of self realization. No other philosophical or religious work reveals, in such a lucid and profound way, the nature of consciousness, the self, the universe and the Supreme.

His Divine Grace A.C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada is uniquely qualified to present this English translation and commentary on Bhagavad-gita. He is the world's foremost Vedic scholar and teacher, and he is also the current representative of an unbroken chain of fully self-realized spiritual masters begining with Lord Krishna Himself. Thus, unlike other editions of the Gita, this one is presented as it is--without the slightest taint of adulteration or personal motivation. This edition is certain to stimulate and enlighten with its ancient yet thoroughly timely message.

I find this website very useful and I think it will be for you, for those who don't have Bhagavad Gita for now and refer and read from this website but buying the book would be more effective. Hare Krishna!

Bhagvad Gita As It Is - http://www.asitis.com/

The Story of Us

I'm scared to see the ending

Why are we pertending, this is nothing

I'd tell you I miss you, but I don't know how

I've never heard silence quite this loud!

Bone Dance!

Miley sings:

And now I take it home, with the parietal bone
It might be crazy, but I learn that way
Temporal and frontal too
And now I'm finally through
That makes 206
I found a way that clicks

Miley thinks and dances:
When I milk the cow
On Uncle Earl's farm
I use the ulna bone
That is in my arm

Miley shouts:
MOO YAH!

Miley mouths: Help!
Lily: She can't do it without dancing, we have to distract Kunkel.
Oliver: Way ahead of you. You want paper cut, bit my tongue or a nose bleed?
Lily: Oh, nose bleed is my favorite!
Oliver: Well, lean back 'cuz your in the splashing zone. Ow!! Oh man, oh it's a nose bleed! (Lily: Oh, it's gusher!) It's a gusher, that's what it is! Look everyone, it's a gusher.

Mrs. Kunkel: Oaken, Oaken, honestly! Paper cuts, bitten tongues, and now a nose bleed! We should put you in a helmet.

Miley dances and thinks: With the parietal bone, it might be crazy...
Mrs. Kunkel: Stewart!
Miley: Leg cramp! I just need to you know, shake it off with some dance steps...

Mrs. Kunkel: That's it! I warned you about cheating. Your test is over.
Miley: But, I'm not cheating! I know the answers. And I can prove it if I can move it.
Mrs. Kunkel: I suggest you move it down to the principal's office. Just go down the hall, make a left, then a right, when you see your brother, you're there.

(Miley leaves the classroom then comes back in)

Miley sings:
Everybody knows the bones
Just had to find a way
Everybody knows what I'm talkin 'bout
Thats how I'll get an A

Mrs. Kunkel: Stewart! I thought I told you...
Lily: Just give her a chance. Please!

Miley sings:
My bod has many parts
And this is where it starts
Phalanges I have ten
And Metatarsals then
I got some Tarsals too
I'll put 'em in my shoe

Oliver: She's tellin' the truth

Miley sings:
The fibula is next
According to my text
Then comes the tibia
That ain't no fibia

And now up to my knee,
Yeah, yeah, yeah
That's the patella to me

Miley and Lily sing:
We're doing the bone dance
You study the answers
Again and again til I get it right

Miley, Lily, and Oliver sing:
We're doing the bone dance
You dance and you learn it
And we won't mess up this test
We'll get it perfect

Miley: Come on everybody move those...fe..femurs
Rico: Yeah, by the look of these tests, you losers need all the help you can get.

Miley, Lily, and Oliver sing:
We're doin' the bone dance
You dance and you learn it...

The class sings:
And now I take it home
With the Parietal bone
It might be crazy
But we learn that way

Temporal and frontal too
And now we're finally through
That makes 206
I found a way that clicks

(Speaking): Bone Thugs in the house

We're doing the bone dance
You study the answers
Again and again till I get it right
We're doing the bone dance

You dance and you learn it
And we won't mess up this test
We'll get it perfect

WORD!

Mrs. Kunkel: That's it! Stewart, I'm going to get the principal.
Miley: What...?
Mrs. Kunkel: I want you to show him that dance. It's the best study technique I've ever seen!
Mrs. Kunkel tries to sing (and fails miserably):
By the way,
You got an A!
Word!

Miley, Lily, and Oliver:
We're goin' to Europe!

Miley: Give me some metacarpal love!

Miley, Lily, and Oliver sing quietly:
We're doin' the bone dance,
You study the answers

Miley: What?
Rico: That song, those moves, your voice, it all reminds me of some famous singer...
Miley: Kelly Clarkson?
Lily: Hilary Duff?
Oliver: JayZ!
Rico: I got it! Hannah Montana!

(Pause)
Miley, Lily, Oliver: HA,HA,HA,HA,HA,HA,HA,HA,HA!
Miley: Hannah Montana, you little joker! You're so...
Rico: You're right, what was I thinking? This bubble-brain could never pull off something like that!
Oliver: Yeah, what were you thinking? We're talkin' about nothin' upstairs if you know what I mean.

Lily: Hey, Oliver, I can see you!
Oliver: Oh, I can see you too!
Lily and Oliver: Hey! Hi!

Hornbeam

There it goes again, out of my hand, out of my reach. there's nothing that I can do now

or is there a way? maybe two, well who cares! duh!
 it's difficult, but easier at the same time.... oh wait! what am I talking?
I don't know! I hate when I don't know what to write! erh!!

well, how about the book I just read. which i finished two days ago.

The Hornbeam by Susan Lewis.

 The truth is.... I hated the book!
 It was one of the worse.
No offense ( I know, I know,  if you have to say “no offense” to someone, you have already offended them.)

 Like who would ever want to read bad romance, political problems and a bond between a mother and daughter all in one book.
Lauria is Yuck and stupid for falling in love with two guys at the same time. Tom is very boring with all his political and terrorist problems.

We get it that Pakistan and US don't get along. What more do we need to know!

I don't know how other books by Susan are, but I know that this book is not on my favourite list.

 Now I'm moved on to The Last Song by Nicholas Sparks. My sister said it was a great book. Hope it is, and hope it takes my mind off The Hornbeam Tree for good.

My final review: One of the worst books I have ever read, was determined to finish it and very glad I have!!!
Toddles!

Ask Juliet

~ Chapter One ~

“C’mon, Maddie! I won’t ask you for anything ever again. Please, please, please, please!” begged my best friend, Bailey Johnson, her long, fiery red curls swaying from side to side.

“That’s what you said last time when you asked me to do your book report on Jane Eyre for you. The next day, you borrowed my new cashmere sweater,” Maddie pointed out wryly. “Your track record speaks for itself.”

“But, Spencer Adams had asked out on a date. I needed to look my best! And, you love Charlotte Bronte.”

“That’s not the point. I’m always doing stuff for you, and you never return the favor,” complained Maddie. “Besides, I don’t know anything about romance- or giving advice. How am I supposed to write your Ask Juliet column?”

“It’s not like any of the problems require actual thought. They’re all really, really stupid,” Bailey explained. “It will take you a maximum of ten minutes. Then, you tell Mr. Freeman that you’re finished, and he’ll deal with the rest. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy.”

Maddie sighed. “Why can’t you just do it if it only takes ten minutes?”

“I’m really behind in math. Four months behind. My teacher says if I don’t attend his one-hour help session after school, and meet with a tutor three times a week, I’ll fail,” her peppy expression turned forlorn. “You know how my Mom has been since Dad left. If I fail, she’ll ground me and I won’t be allowed to go on any dates with Spencer.”

Bailey’s jade coloured eyes were welling up with tears and Maddie shook her head in defeat. “Fine, fine, fine. If I screw up, it’s totally not my fault.”

The taller girl jumped up and down excitedly, and pulled her friend into a tight hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you. You are the best friend in the history of the world.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Maddie checked the time on her cell phone, and said, “I’ve got to go to English.”

“And, I have to go to Bio,” her face contorted into a grimace. “I’ll text you after my review session. Maybe if I have time after tutoring, we can hang out.”

Maddie nodded, waved, and walked to her class. Her lips curved into a frown as she entered the classroom. On top of the desk in front of hers, occupied by Chris Mackenzie, sat Natalie Lancaster, leader of the in crowd. The two were talking about some party they had gone to on the weekend.

Mentally, Maddie shook her head. The only reason Natalie and her crew spoke to Chris was because his father their English teacher, and they would be failing his class was it not for their conspicuous schmoozing.

Most terribly of all was that, outside of class, they paid him no heed. As a result, Chris followed behind them like a devoted puppy, unaware of his own insignificance. It was a true shame, considering he was kind, and was continuously making intelligent remarks.

A few minutes after Maddie had taken her seat, Mr. Mackenzie entered the room, forcing Natalie to return to her own seat at the back, and ending hers and Chris’ conversation.

“Good afternoon, class. I hope you all had an excellent weekend,” greeted the teacher. “Please take out the rough copies of your essays on Romeo and Juliet. Today you will peer edit.”

“Do we get to pick our own partners?” asked a student from the back of the classroom.

“I will assign your partners.” Quickly and efficiently, he paired up the class.

After being paired up with Maddie, Chris turned around in his seat, and smiled at her, his cerulean eyes kind. “Hey Maddie.”

“Hey,” she replied, rather nervously. Her experience talking to boys was next to none.

“Hey guys!” cut in Natalie breezily. “Mr. MacMac said I could join this group since Brittany’s away and we don’t have enough people.”

Chris turned his smile to her. “Great.”

She took a seat at the empty desk next to Maddie. “Did either of you guys actually finish it? I was so smashed this weekend that I didn’t have time.”

“No, I didn’t,” admitted Chris guiltily. “I was going to yesterday, but my charity event ran later than expected.”

“Awesome. We can make it look like we’re working, and just chill instead.”

“Um, I actually finished mine,” Maddie said, rather hesitantly. “But, my mom’s a writer, so it doesn’t need much editing, anyway.”

Under her breath, so Chris wouldn’t hear, Natalie muttered, “Nerd.”

“Why don’t you read yours to us?” suggested Chris. “That way we’ll actually be doing “

“Sure.” She began to read her essay, which outlined the reasons why the whole story was completely irrational, from their first falling in love, to their deaths at the end. After Maddie finished reading, she bit her lip, unsure what their reactions would be.

“How can you say such a thing?” questioned Natalie, her eyes wide. “Romeo and Juliet is, like, the best, and most romantic story ever. Who would want to be alive when their lover is dead?”

“Um, Juliet wasn’t actually dead. It was stupid of Romeo to kill himself without checking first.”

“Still,” she protested. “Even dying for the possibility of your loved one’s death is just so romantic! Isn’t it, Chris?”

He shook his head. “I think it would be rather hypocritical. If I died, I would want my loved one to go on with her life. Just because I’m dead, doesn’t mean she should be too. I expect, did she love me enough; her feelings would be the same. Although, I would certainly die if it in doing so I would save her life.”

Natalie sighed, and fake punched him in the arm. “You are so insensitive, Chris! To think you could go on living without your soul mate! I never, ever could!” At this, Maddie inwardly rolled an eye. If everything Natalie whispered to Brittany during second period French class was true, the former’s soul mate changed every week.

The subject quickly changed to whether the group should study at Natalie’s house or the Purple Llama café. Maddie was forced to bear the tedium of hearing about an event that she herself was not invited to.

Comments are welcomed!