Do you know what is meant by personal? Privacy? Some items are bought for personal use, not for public and especially not for YOU & I bet that you don't even know whose item you're using. If you idiot want to use those items,please go & buy for yourself, not to use others without even asking & what's worse is that you do not use them in a proper manner, leaving a feeling of disgust for the owner when he use them after you. If you are really so pathetic & can't afford it, at least you ask for permission before you even use it. I found that such people are really dreadful. They tends to treat everything found within their sight as their belongings & hence they are obliged to used them as if its a sin for not using them. "You are not the only person living here...Hello??" However, when it comes to the other way round, they will feel like somebody else stealing from them just like how I feel now. They never realize that they did the same thing to others all the time.
I don't know whether you'll be reading this or not but here, I want to warn "those people" for one last time :
"Don't ever do that for a second time or else, do not blame me for my cruelty."
**My sincere apology to all other readers if this post annoys you as that is definitely not my intention.
What you are going to read next is obviously not my piece of work, as it is far astounding than I ever could write, way beyond my imagination & greatly surpassed my ability. Still, I would like to share this masterpiece of his to all of you who haven't read it before. Here goes:
The first thing she saw when she opened the door, was him. Lying on the couch, dead sleep, still, with that gentle snore. The snore, that familiar soft toad’s croaking, reminded her of how long she hadn’t been home.
And she remembered that night when she first found him sleeping on the couch when she came home late. She woke him up, and asked him why didn't he sleep upstairs instead. Rubbing his eyes with one hand and stroking her face with the other, he replied,
“Coz the bed’s not a resting place without you.”
The house was orderly, much to her surprise. Maybe not spick and span, and certainly not as clean as she'd have kept it had she been around. But clean it was, nevertheless. The dining area had fresh flowers on top. The curtains were neatly drawn behind the lace. The kitchen sink was empty and dry.
She remembered those days when he would walk in from work, drop the bag onto the floor, tear his shirt off and have it flung across the hall, grab her hand, plop her onto the couch, collapse into her lap and fall into a deep sleep. She remembered the times when she complained and scolded him for being such a mess – and messytoo – yet his reply, though said when half asleep, brought a smile to her face,
“Coz you’re the one thing right in my life. The rest doesn't matter as much.”
She saw the stethoscope on the dining table, and a tear came to her eye. She remembered how hard he had worked to become a doctor. She remembered preparing coffee as he studied late into the night, preparing for the final specialist paper. And all the char siew pao she sneaked into the doctor’s rest stations in the wards for him to gobble in between duty hours! The day he finally walked out of the panel interview rooms – the last and most difficult part of the final paper – beaming with joy and pride, he took her hands, fought back his tears and whispered into her ears,
“This is all that I’ve worked for, and this is all that you truly deserve.”
Near the stethoscope was a loaf of bread. She then remembered that particular evening when she had stumbled across a tupperware in his bag. There was a sandwich, with butter and sugar, but the bread had round holes all over. Weird, she thought, and as she took the sandwich out to throw it away, she saw the loaf of bread on the table. Expired, and mouldy. Angry, disappointed and hurt, she confronted him. She yelled and shouted at him. He would take her out every Sunday night to the nicest restaurants in town, and he was eating mouldy bread on weekdays. How could you still eat mouldy bread? How could you spend so much on me and starve yourself? She finally succumbed into his arms, and his soft response broke her heart into a thousand pieces,
“I’m sorry that I can’t give you the best that you deserve, but I’m never sorry that I give you my best that I can afford, in whatever way possible.”
Just a few more years, and I promise you that things will get better.
He coughed, and her thoughts stirred. She turned around, just in time to see him turn over onto his other side on the couch, and the gentle snore went back into rhythm. She gazed at a tired man, a weary doctor, a burdened soul. She remembered those young and youthful days, when they had exchanged ideals of the future and talked about what life would be next time. And when it came to his turn, he never really talked about being a doctor.
And one day, while they were both lying on the green pastures in New Zealand on a lazy weekend – breaking away from their different routines and classes in uni – she asked him again about his dreams. Don’t you want to save the world?
“I'd rather be a champion in your heart than try save the world.”
They had returned to Malaysia together. While he was still a houseman and they, a young couple, every morning before the sun rose, she would send him off to work with a flask of hot coffee and an apple. How he would routinely turn around at the door, put away his bag and the flask, hold her face, kiss her on the forehead, look her in the eyes and say,
“I’ll come back and get you... after saving the world.” And that cheeky smile all over his face!
And he never failed with that promise. No matter how late and how tired, no matter the number of calls and the overtime duties, he still returned to her. He would be grouchy and grumpy, complaining of backaches and sores, but he still came back. Didn’t that matter enough? Shouldn’t that matter enough?
Somehow she survived those years of being there for him, but after he became a specialist, after he came back from serving in Somalia with the Malaysian peacekeeping troops, things changed. The fire in his eyes, the ‘going-out-to-save-the-World’ spirit, the passion of healing and treating patients, simply disappeared. He would no longer come home with that usual smile on his face. He no longer grabbed her from behind by surprise and spun her around. He just simply put down the bag, took off his shirt, gently dragged her up the stairs, and slept on her lap. No more conversations, no more laughter, no more surprises.
So when an offer came from Price Waterhouse, she took it up. It wasn’t that she wanted to leave him, rather she no longer knew how to stay on. And that night when she broke the news to him, he just looked down at the floor, stumped, and asked quietly,
“When will you come back?”
She was walking out, bitter, hurt, and disappointed. Why don't you fight for me?Why don't you at least stop me? Why let me walk out? Couldn't you at least tell me how much you'd miss me?
And he said right before she opened the door, "Darling, I need you."
You need me? Is it just the lap that you use as a pillow, or am I the cheap servant that manages your house? She regretted the way she lashed out at him as his reply came softly,
"I need you because I love you."
2 months ago, when she walked out with the luggage bag, she hated herself so much. She despised herself for leaving the man that stood by her, the only man that fought for her, the only man that would cry for and over her. 2 months of staying with her parents made her realize, that while he needed her to manage his life, she too simply couldn’t live without him.
The TV in front of him was on, volume at its lowest. She pulled the remote out of his hands, intending to turn it off when she recognized the video that was on TV. It was the video they filmed together when he first left for NZ, a year before her. How they had teased each other on the camcorder, how they had laughed and joked about meeting hot chicks and cute boys over in NZ, and how he finally looked straight into the camcorder and said,
“Darling, my home is built in your hands.”
Now sitting beside him, she finally realized that she was more than just a wife, or a lover, or a girl that was always behind and beside him when he needed her the most. Home was never a home without her. His home was built upon that relationship, that love. And that night when she walked out on him, his home disappeared, his home left him.
Home is never a home without you.
She snuggled up to him, allowing him to wrap his arms around her. If she could, she would never want him to let her go, ever. Feeling the warmth of his chest and listening to his heartbeat, she knew that it wasn’t by chance or mistake that she had finally sent in the resignation letter and repacked her belongings. She had worried about how she’d have to walk in, pondered about how he would react when she walked in, and even had a whole ‘I’m Sorry’ speech ready in her pocket.
Those worries? Flew out of her mind and along with the rolling tears, when she heard him mumble in his sleep, right into her ears just like old times,
“Darling… I’m home.”
##Original author :Joash Tan-Loh
If you find this story inspiring, touching, etc., he has lots of masterpiece that some I find even better than this. Here's his webpage : http://heartzofgold.blogspot.com/
**Thanks to Eunice for introducing such a great writer to me
Tony's tears fell as he read through some of Joash's posts
Everyone tell lies, are they not? Is there anyone here dares to stand up & says that he/she never lies? If anyone does, one definitely contradicting himself/herself as he/she is lying right at that moment.
Most of the time, when someone is trying to lie to you, you may notice it by the way he/she talk or from his/her facial's expression or at least you will doubt it as you are confident that you are correct and he's wrong. However, what if thousands/millions or even everyone around you are telling you the same thing which you are sure it was a lie at first? You will now doubt yourself & tend to deceive yourself that you are wrong the whole time.
" A lie told often enough becomes the truth."
Lenin Russian Communist politician & revolutionary (1870 - 1924)
When do we lie?
when one did something wrong & does not wish anyone to know it.
when one had to keep a secret but being forced to reveal it.
when one is trying to cover another lie.
when one doesn't want his/her loved one to be hurt by the truth, hence so-called whitelies.
when one is making benefit from telling lies (scheme)
when one is trying to hide something from anyone
Within just a few minutes, I can come out with this much reasons & excuses for telling lies and yet, I believe there are more and more, just you name it. There is a person I know "which"(later you will know why I use which instead of who) is an expert in lying. From the moment I know him(it), almost 98% of what he said were lies. Even after his friends found out that he's bluffing, he will create more and more nonsense lies to cover the 1st one. Such scenario continued for years and for this kind of people, we refer "it" as a firedog. I really can't understand why he likes to bluff so much. Is it fun? Or is he rewarded something for all those lies? I will never figure it out unless I become such a liar(which I definitely doesn't want to).
I remembered that I read an article in a magazine(which I forgot which and when) about a "Lying Contest". There's this guy, who won the contest, which at first he is very proud of himself, for possessing such a great ability. Ironically, he soon finds that all his friends and even relatives are staying away from him ever since. Every single word coming from him seems to be very honest & extremely convincing, but it turns out that they're all lies. Can you imagine yourself hanging out with such a person? where you will have to think several times before you believe anything coming out from him, even it is as simple as : "I'll be right back in a minute."
After reading through the boring & irritating idea of lies, here's some jokes for you (they are still related to lies though). Enjoy!!
Susie is doing her housekeeping as usual, until she finally notices a box which is kept under their bed and she normally won't bother cleaning there as the bed is almost as low as the floor. As she opens the box, she found a few eggs and few hundred bucks inside. After thinking for quite some times, she finally decided to call her husband Frank to ask about it.
"Oh that, for every lie I told you, I will put an egg inside."
Being angry at first, soon calmed down as she realizes a few lies over the years are still acceptable.
"What about those cash?"
"Whenever the box is full, I sold those eggs."
A clergyman was walking down the street when he came upon a group of about a dozen boys, all of them between 10 and 12 years of age.
The group surrounded a dog. Concerned lest the boys were hurting the dog, he went over and asked "What are you doing with that dog?"
One of the boys replied, "This dog is just an old neighborhood stray. We all want him, but only one of us can take him home. So we''ve decided that whichever one of us can tell the biggest lie will get to keep the dog."
Of course, the reverend was taken aback. "You boys shouldn''t be having a contest telling lies!" he exclaimed. He then launched into a ten minute sermon against lying, beginning, "Don''t you boys know it''s a sin to lie," and ending with, "Why, when I was your age, I never told a lie."
There was dead silence for about a minute. Just as the reverend was beginning to think he''d gotten through to them, the smallest boy gave a deep sigh and said, "All right, give him the dog."
A busload of politicians were driving down a country road when the bus suddenly ran off the road and crashed into an old farmer's field. The old farmer heard the tragic crash so he rushed over to investigate. He then began digging a large grave to bury the politicians.
A few hours later, the local sheriff was driving past the farmer's field and noticed the bus wreck. He approached the old farmer and asked where all the politicians had gone. The old farmer explained that he'd gone ahead and buried all of them. "Were they ALL dead?" asked the puzzled sheriff. "Well, some of them said they weren't," said the old farmer, "but you know how them politicians lie."
One day, when a seamstress was sewing while sitting close to a river, her thimble fell into the river. When she cried out, the Lord appeared and asked, “My dear child, why are you crying?”
The seamstress replied that her thimble had fallen into the water and that she needed it to help her husband in making a living for their family.
The Lord dipped His hand into the water and pulled up a golden thimble set with pearls. “Is this your thimble?” the Lord asked.
The seamstress replied, “No.”
The Lord again dipped into the river. He held out a silver thimble ringed with sapphires. “Is this your thimble?” the Lord asked.
Again, the seamstress replied, “No.”
The Lord reached down again and came up with a simple leather thimble. “Is this your thimble?” the Lord asked.
The seamstress replied, “Yes.”
The Lord was pleased with the woman’s honesty and gave her all three thimbles to keep, and the seamstress went home happy.
Some years later, the seamstress was walking with her husband along the riverbank, and her husband fell into the river and disappeared under the water. When the seamstress cried out, the Lord again appeared and asked her, “Why are you crying?”
“Oh Lord, my husband has fallen into the river!”
The Lord went down into the water and came up with George Clooney. “Is this your husband?” the Lord asked.
“Yes!” cried the seamstress.
The Lord was furious. “You lied! That is an untruth!”
The seamstress replied, “Oh, forgive me, my Lord. It is a misunderstanding. You see, if I had said ‘no’ to George Clooney, you would have come up with Brad Pitt. Then if I said ‘no’ to him, you would have come up with my husband. Had I then said ‘yes,’ you would have given me all three. Lord, I’m not in the best of health and would not be able to take care of all three husbands, so THAT’S why I said ‘yes’ to George Clooney.
And so the Lord let her keep him.
Tony hates it when he's lying and when someone lied to him
Before you proceed, do you have anything in mind that suits the title? Here I assume that you don't, so I'm going to tell you about my answer : Mother(actually should be parent but since its special occasion, this will do)
To be honest, my family seldom celebrate any occasion or festival, except for Chinese New Year & Christmas for the recent few years. Harvest Festival, National Day, Easter, Mother's day & Father's day are just like all other normal days, and the only difference is that me & my brother won't have to go to school, that's all. However, as far as I remembered, during all these occasion, we were always by their side, which I'm grateful that we did(except for this year, but I'm certain that they won't want me to waste such money just to go back for few days & celebrate with them).
This post, is dedicated to my one & only one beloved mum, who I call her mama ever since I learned how to speak. At first, I planned not to do anything this time just as all previous years except giving her a call & greet her "Happy Mother's Day". My decision changed after I read some of others' post, especially the 1 from Jaevon where hers inspired me most. Hers reminds me of a piece of essay I wrote, where I compare myself with kids from other families. I was not allowed to watch TV when they did during night time, I was forced to have oatmeal while others are having coke & burgers, I was sent to music lessons while others are playing PS/Gameboy, and I was not given a handphone & PC/laptop till I finished my SPM(although this is my dad's decision). But till the end, I realize that all the things she did is for my own good and made me special & more successful compared to all those spoiled brat who are destined to fail in their future. This essay was considered kinda unique compared to others who wrote how happy they are when their mother bought them something or how good their mother is for not scolding/caning or not treating them as "slave".
Now, as I recall back, most of the things she had done is still very fresh in my mind(although some I can't remember why she did that).
I still remember / realized:
The trouble & time she spent to send & pick me up from all those tuitions and extra class(stopped after Form 2)
How hard it is to cook every meal for us due to all our different likes & dislikes
How she defended me a few times from being expelled by my dad for doing something terribly wrong
Why she caned me(too frequent till I can't recall back all the thing I did till she caned me)
Why she slapped me(this, I can remember as it only happened once)
The times we cried together when watching some touching episodes
How difficult it is for her to do all the house chores
and many many more.....
Final words from me :
"I am really thankful for being the fastest & strongest among millions of my sibblings to be able to win the race & win the fight to receive the greatest prize in my life. Condolence to all of you who were dead as a result of losing the fight."
Mama,I loved you, I love you and I will love you forever.
Happy Mother's Day for all the great mum in the world! Tony will always remember everything you did for me
Supposingly today's class was your last lecture with us. So, thanks for everything u gave me (or us).
Thanks for the lullaby during class. Thanks for waking me up with your sudden "emo" shout. Thanks for giving tests on something you didn't teach. Thanks for destroying the meaning of "PUBLIC HOLIDAY" by giving replacement class. Thanks for always disregard my questions.
When I was small, and Christmas trees were tall, we used to love while others used to play. Don't ask me why, but time has passed us by, some one else moved in from far away.
Now we are tall, and Christmas trees are small, and you don't ask the time of day. But you and I, our love will never die, but guess we'll cry come first of May.
The apple tree that grew for you and me, I watched the apples falling one by one. And I recall the moment of them all, the day I kissed your cheek and you were gone.
Now we are tall, and Christmas trees are small, and you don't ask the time of day. But you and I, our love will never die, but guess we'll cry come first of May.
When I was small, and Christmas trees were tall, do do do do do do do do do... Don't ask me why, but time has passed us by, some one else moved in from far away.
The Betrayal
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