tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2627446431252293112024-03-15T01:58:28.185+08:00Jaysern'sJaysernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17079021915526698425noreply@blogger.comBlogger396125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262744643125229311.post-58799831073987426282011-08-19T14:36:00.002+08:002011-08-19T14:45:31.482+08:00You can't buy a house in heaven.<div style="text-align: center;"><object width="640" height="390"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X9YMU0WeBwU?version=3&hl=en_GB"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X9YMU0WeBwU?version=3&hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="390"></embed></object></div>
<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">It's been a long time since I came around
<br />Been a long time but I'm back in town
<br />This time I'm not leaving without you
<br />You taste like whiskey when you kiss me awe
<br />I'd give anything again to be your baby doll
<br />This time I'm not leaving without you
<br />
<br />He said, sit back down where you belong,
<br />In the corner of my bar with your high heels on
<br />Sit back down on the couch where we made love the first time
<br />When you said to me, there
<br />
<br />Something, something about this place
<br />Something 'bout lonely nights and my lipstick on your face
<br />Something, something about my cool Nebraska guy
<br />Yeah, something about baby, you and I
<br />
<br />It's been two years since I let you go
<br />I couldn't listen to a joke or rock 'n' roll
<br />Muscle cars drove a truck right through my heart
<br />On my birthday, you sang me "Heart of Gold"
<br />With a guitar humming and no clothes
<br />This time I'm not leaving without you, ohh-ohh
<br />
<br /></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Sit back down where you belong,
<br />In the corner of my bar with your high heels on
<br />Sit back down on the couch where we made love the first time
<br />When you said to me, there
<br />
<br />Something, something about this place
<br />Something 'bout lonely nights and my lipstick on your face
<br />Something, something about my cool Nebraska guy
<br />Yeah, something about baby, you and I</span></span>
<br />
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You and I
<br />You, you and I
<br />You, you and I
<br />You, you and I
<br />You and I
<br />You, you and I
<br />Oh yeah, I'd rather die
<br />Without you and I
<br />
<br />Come on!
<br />Put your drinks up!
<br />
<br />We got a whole lotta money but we still pay rent
<br />'Cause you can't buy a house in heaven
<br />There's only three men that I'ma serve my whole life
<br />It's my daddy and Nebraska and Jesus Crist, yeah
<br />
<br />Something, something about the chase
<br />Six whole years
<br />I'm a New York woman, born to run you down
<br />Still want my lipstick all over your face
<br />Something, something about just knowing when it's right
<br />So put your drinks up for Nebraska
<br />For Nebraska, Nebraska, I love you
<br />
<br />You and I
<br />You, you and I
<br />Baby, I'd rather die
<br />Without you and I
<br />You and I
<br />You, you and I
<br />Nebraska, I'd rather die
<br />Without you and I
<br />
<br />It's been a long time since I came around
<br />Been a long time but I'm back in town
<br />This time I'm not leaving without you</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">
<br /></span></span></div>Jaysernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17079021915526698425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262744643125229311.post-30948594822579382382011-08-06T15:35:00.001+08:002011-08-06T15:36:51.824+08:00Like a skyscraper.<div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Do you have to make me feel like there's nothing left of me?<br /><br />You can take everything I have<br />You can break everything I am<br />Like I'm made of glass<br />Like I'm made of paper<br />Go on and try to tear me down<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I will be rising from the ground</span><br />Like a skyscraper<br />Like a skyscraper<br /></span></div>Jaysernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17079021915526698425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262744643125229311.post-48309977800178631002011-07-27T15:18:00.002+08:002011-07-27T15:36:24.915+08:00Spiritful me.HI! It's been a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">looooooooooooong</span> time since I blogged. How are ya doing? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">HAHAHAHA</span>! Suddenly I feel so energetic and the mood to blog finally came! Happy? :P<br /><br />Form 6 is FUN. With my super duper lame + funny + over-active classmates, especially May <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Ching</span> and Elaine! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">HAHHAHA</span>! Class without them will be so boring. I love you girls so much! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">XD</span>! And also made a lot a lot of new friends here and I can tell they're all good friends! So glad and happy to know all of them!<br /><br />But anyway, Form 6 sometimes can be stressful, especially when you're having <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Econs</span>. Those who know how my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Econs</span> teacher is like, you know how is it. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Hahahaha</span>! But no doubt, she's a good teacher, a very responsible one indeed. Then the rest of the teachers also not bad la. Just that the PA teacher is not very welcomed by the students. But to me, I think she's quite okay la. At least she teaches, that's good enough. Anyway, it all depends on us whether we want to study or not, right? ;)<br /><br />Then <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">next</span>, it will be my further-studying in America. This dream of mine has been kept inside of me for a certain time. I did not dare to tell anyone except some good friends of mine because I was afraid of purchasing that dream. But then, after listening to the experiences from the students in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">SUA</span> (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Soka</span> University of America), suddenly I made up my mind. I WANT to go to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">SUA</span>. For now, I don't really care much about financial problems or difficulties in socialising in a new country or whatsoever. I WANT to purchase my dream. Therefore, nothing can stop me. NOTHING. I will go for it, I will apply for scholarships and I will sit for SAT. Even though I shall fail, I will stand back up and continue trying harder and even harder in order to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">fulfill</span> my dream. I will. I WILL! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">RAWRRR</span>!!!<br /><br />But of course, that does not mean I will stop trying hard to continue my Form 6. At the same time, I will do both. Both Form 6 and SAT. Form 6 is fun, as I said, but it can be busy too. Now I have to deal with the library (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">KETUA</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">PSS</span>! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">WAKAKAKA</span>!) and deal with the Form 6 Society (PRESIDENT!! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">WAKAKAKA</span>! But gonna resign soon. :P). So there are actually whole lots of stuff to do. And night time, have to go out for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Gakkai</span> meetings, almost every night. So the only time left for me to do my revision and homework is in the evening. I only have 4pm-6.30pm to finish up my school work. Sometimes I even ask myself, wow, how can I do so many stuff in a day? I feel like a Superman! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Hahahaha</span>! But of course, I enjoy doing all of them at the same time. :D And at night, I'll be exhausted and I'll surely sleep like a dead man. This is the moment where I cherish and appreciate the most! The time to recharge your battery and continue to fight for the next day!<br /><br />So I guess that's my daily routine. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">SUA</span>, I'm not sure whether I'll be able to come to you. But I will guarantee you that, I will DO MY BEST to come to you! Even if I were to fail, but at least I DID my BEST and I will have not a single regret. NOT AT ALL. :)Jaysernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17079021915526698425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262744643125229311.post-18537838677028754092011-06-26T00:37:00.003+08:002011-06-26T00:53:23.303+08:00Please come to your senses.Sometimes it's hard to deal with stuff. In fact, it's so hard, to the point that somehow it seems like it can never be solved. But does that mean it <span style="font-style: italic;">really</span> can't? Really?<br /><br />Seeing a young man like you breaking down because of whatever-it-is, you know how depressed am I? Hell no, not only me, but the people around you. Do you know how worried everyone is? Do you have any idea on how my parents were like when they heard you feeling like doing stuff which you shouldn't be doing? They were so disappointed. Even myself can tell that. So why can't you?<br /><br />I don't expect much from you. All I wanted to do was just trying to make you understand and make you come to your senses. But I guess my expectation on you was way too high. Remember what you have told me? You said that you will change. But I am so sorry to say that, I see nothing from you. Aren't you ashamed of how empty your life is? Because of that particular thing, now you're living an unusual and meaningless life. Is it really worth it? Really? Don't you want to make a change?<br /><br />Life isn't about one particular thing or a person. Life itself is beautiful. That one particular thing might blindfold you from seeing the beautiful ones around you. But sometimes you just have to open your eyes and start noticing that life isn't supposed to be lived like how you are living it now. It's just too wasted.<br /><br />My friends did tell me not to care about you. Instead, I should just let you suffer alone and make you learn from it. But I can't, because I already acknowledged you as a part of my family. When a family member of yours is having a hard time, will you let him/her be the way they are? I guess you won't, right? Same goes to me. It's time to wake up now. You have been sleeping for days and you can't afford to stay asleep any longer. You have just wasted too much time. Time is precious. Once you realise it, it's no longer how it used to be when you were younger. This is life. Appreciate every little bit of the things around you and I'm sure that you will have no regrets when your days are numbered.Jaysernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17079021915526698425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262744643125229311.post-65422051599940403952011-06-24T20:39:00.002+08:002011-06-24T20:51:14.526+08:00Lamest post ever.I feel that recently I've been lacking of updates! I know there are people out there, wanting to read my posts every single day so <span style="font-style: italic;">badly</span>. Therefore, don't worry. I'm here for you. LOL!<br /><br />OK, I've been leaving this page on for almost an hour and I'm so lazy to update now. I guess that's all from me for today. LOL! Bye. :)Jaysernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17079021915526698425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262744643125229311.post-16683576300443355312011-06-18T01:28:00.003+08:002011-06-18T01:44:59.844+08:00Run right to the edge with you.<div style="text-align: center;"><object width="640" height="390"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QeWBS0JBNzQ?version=3&hl=en_GB"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QeWBS0JBNzQ?version=3&hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="390"></embed></object></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">There ain't no reason you and me should be alone<br />Tonight, yeah baby, tonight, yeah baby<br /> But I got a reason that you-hoo should take me home tonight<br />I need a man that thinks it right when it's so wrong<br />Tonight, yeah baby, tonight, yeah baby<br />Right on the limit's where we know we both belong tonight<br /><br />It's hot to feel the rush<br />To brush the dangerous<br />I'm gonna run right to<br />To the edge with you<br />Where we can both fall far in love<br /><br />I'm on the edge of glory<br />And I'm hanging on a moment of truth<br />I'm on the edge of glory<br />And I'm hanging on a moment with you<br />I'm on the edge<br />The edge, the edge<br />The edge, the edge<br />The edge, the edge<br />I'm on the edge of glory<br />And I'm hanging on a moment with you<br />I'm on the edge with you<br /><br />Another shot before we kiss the other side<br />Tonight, yeah baby, tonight, yeah baby<br />I'm on the edge of something final we call life tonight<br />Alright! Alright!<br />Put on your shades 'cause I'll be dancing in the flames<br />Tonight, yeah baby, tonight, yeah baby<br />It isn't hell if everybody knows my name tonight<br />Alright! Alright!<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">It's hot to feel the rush<br />To brush the dangerous<br />I'm gonna run right to<br />To the edge with you<br />Where we can both fall far in love<br /><br />I'm on the edge of glory<br />And I'm hanging on a moment of truth<br />I'm on the edge of glory<br />And I'm hanging on a moment with you<br />I'm on the edge<br />The edge, the edge<br />The edge, the edge<br />The edge, the edge<br />I'm on the edge of glory<br />And I'm hanging on a moment with you<br />I'm on the edge with you<br /><br />I'm on the edge with you<br />I'm on the edge with you<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm on the edge of glory<br />And I'm hanging on a moment of truth<br />I'm on the edge of glory<br />And I'm hanging on a moment with you<br />I'm on the edge<br />The edge, the edge<br />The edge, the edge<br />The edge, the edge<br />I'm on the edge of glory<br />And I'm hanging on a moment with you<br />I'm on the edge with you<br />I'm on the edge with you</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm on the edge with you<br />I'm on the edge with you</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span><br /></div>Jaysernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17079021915526698425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262744643125229311.post-81156599734377661472011-06-12T20:22:00.003+08:002011-06-12T21:19:09.598+08:00Things are gonna get better.Is it true that you only come to your realisation when something terrible happens? I've been living for 18 years. And this realisation finally came to me, when I nearly died. Physically died, I mean.<br /><br />I have encountered a car accident this evening, at KL. I wanted to make a U-turn because I was heading the wrong direction. Whenever I head to the wrong directions, I won't be able to help myself but feeling panicked. And at that very moment, I thought the emergency lane was a U-turn. So, I brake my car. But, I could feel that my car didn't slow down because of the heavy rain. In fact, I couldn't make it on time to make my U-turn and I just turned the steering wheel. Then out of a sudden, I felt that my car was moving forward, even after I have fully stopped it. Then I realised, my car was banged.<br /><br />At that very moment, I panicked like, like I've never felt before. A lot of stuff suddenly ran through my mind. I was like, did I kill anyone? Did I spoil my car? Did I this, did I that? I was worried like hell that I thought that I might have injured or killed people. But luckily and fortunately, no one got hurt. In fact, not even a scratch. Then the next thing was, the victim got out of his car and scolded. I was too worried and too afraid to even apologise. My mind was blank. Totally empty. When I came to my senses, I realised my mom had been apologising non-stop while I sat there doing nothing but chicken out. Then, my mom called my dad and that victim, Mohan, finally calmed down and we were all waiting for my dad to come.<br /><br />After a while, two officers suddenly came by and asked me to take out my license and I/C. I was panicked like shit because my mom told me not to give my license to anyone because if I gave them, my license will be gantung-ed and that's it. I don't need to drive anymore. But then luckily, they didn't do anything and just returned them to me after checking. And then they asked me to drive to the nearest police station because they said that we were blocking the traffic, which was incorrect. We didn't block the traffic, it was because of all the busy-body ones kept on staring at us. Alright, after reaching the police station, my dad finally arrived and my parents told me not to say a word about the accident. In fact, they even asked me to say that it was my dad who drove the car, not me, so that my license won't be gantung-ed whereas my dad's license won't be affected because he's not having a P license. Even though my dad was doing this willingly, but deep in my heart, I wanted to make it up to him by telling the officer the truth, but I didn't have the guts. I was afraid of my license will be gone. In the end, I willingly let my father make the report by himself, like a coward.<br /><br />After that, my mood started to stabilise. Waited for my dad to come out and we went back home after fetching my friends back to their home. While I was having dinner with my family, my dad told me this, <span style="font-style: italic;">"Don't be sad, Jason. No one is going to scold you. We all learn from our mistakes and you should be thankful because the officers told me that the place where your accident took place is actually the place where most people died when they encountered an accident. Don't feel sorry to anyone. Alright?"</span> At that moment, I had a strong urge to cry but I eventually swallowed back my tears. I left my father went to the police's room all alone and still, he didn't blame me, but consoled me to not to worry. I felt so useless. I felt like a coward, out of a sudden.<br /><br />I know I couldn't make it up to him, after all the humiliation from the officers and the victim. Therefore, the only thing I could possibly do to him is by chanting for me to have more wisdom for his sake. This is the least I can do to make it up to him. I am sorry, Dad. I was panicked when I went to the wrong direction because I wanted to show you that I also have a good sense of direction, like my brother. But I guess I screwed up in the end. I am sorry and I swear it won't happen next time. If it happens again, just let them take my license. I can't bear to see you being humiliated anymore. It just hurts too much.Jaysernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17079021915526698425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262744643125229311.post-22470950322909483722011-06-11T05:30:00.004+08:002011-06-11T05:40:59.750+08:00In this california king bed.I guess there were too much of Gaga in my previous posts. Therefore, this time I'll update something which has nothing to do with her. Hopefully I can la. =P<br /><br />Guess what time is it now? Yes, it's a freaking 5.30 in the MORNING now. I stayed up the whole night because of those effing annoying cats. Seriously, they annoyed me not just only once, but COUNTLESS times. I really don't know how am I supposed to deal with this when I really really NEED a goodnight sleep. It's been happening so frequently and something must be DONE to stop this.<br /><br />So, does anyone have any recommendation on how to GET RID of these annoying small little creatures? Seriously, I NEED your suggestion to stop this tragedy of mine. Please and thank you.Jaysernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17079021915526698425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262744643125229311.post-36196919912298389162011-06-07T23:40:00.003+08:002011-06-07T23:44:53.039+08:00Sexiness.I got bored of my previous desktop wallpaper and it turned out to be this!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOBLExH3IG0b6kkYyjie9ugwOlAwZB4gxIhc9LOlbGR5NxBFu-uZGydwYgZoN7fjDXWNbFC87rNfyjiNz1WUX6SXohWHpv9X_qtwap6S1f_v1Uhwd1dHgorPSRo4jEs7q2bqVjtN5mD_k/s1600/untitled.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOBLExH3IG0b6kkYyjie9ugwOlAwZB4gxIhc9LOlbGR5NxBFu-uZGydwYgZoN7fjDXWNbFC87rNfyjiNz1WUX6SXohWHpv9X_qtwap6S1f_v1Uhwd1dHgorPSRo4jEs7q2bqVjtN5mD_k/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615503524225065922" border="0" /></a>Don't you just agree that she looks <span style="font-size:130%;">EXTREMELY</span> pretty here? The makeup, the eyes, the mouth, the nose, the palm, the fingernails. I think this is how I define 'perfect'. =PJaysernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17079021915526698425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262744643125229311.post-23838079923987544752011-06-07T17:06:00.004+08:002011-06-07T17:11:32.735+08:00Betrayal.<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Judas, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Juda</span>-a-a<br />Judas, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Juda</span>-a-a<br />Judas, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Juda</span>-a-a<br />Judas,</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" > </span><span style="font-size:180%;">GAGA !</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">This song is addictive. Don't ya agree?</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></div></div>Jaysernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17079021915526698425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262744643125229311.post-45387384211074644772011-06-01T11:05:00.003+08:002011-06-01T18:31:47.149+08:00Glory that I bare.<div style="text-align: center;"><object width="640" height="390"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Okq8xHrIZ8I?fs=1&hl=en_GB"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Okq8xHrIZ8I?fs=1&hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="390"></embed></object><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Oooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ohh</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Oooh-ooh-ooh-ohh, whoa<br /><br />Whenever I'm dressed cool<br />My parents put up a fight<br />(Uh huh, uh huh)<br />And if I'm hot shot<br />Mum will cut my hair at night<br />(Uh huh, uh huh)<br />And in the morning<br />I'm short of my identity<br />(Uh huh, Uh huh)<br />I scream, "Mom and Dad"<br />"Why can't I be who I wanna be?"<br />(Uh huh, uh huh)<br />To be<br /><br />I just wanna be myself<br />And I want you to love me for who I am<br />I just wanna be myself<br />And I want you to know, I am my hair<br /><br />I've had enough<br />This is my prayer<br />That I'll die living just as free as my hair<br />I've had enough<br />This is my prayer<br />That I'll die living just as free as my hair<br />I've had enough<br />I'm not a freak<br />I must keep fighting to stay cool on the streets<br />I've had enough, enough, enough<br />And this is my prayer, I swear<br />I'm as free as my hair<br />I'm as free as my hair<br />I am my hair<br />I am my hair<br /><br />As free as my hair-air-air-air-air-air<br />Hair-air-air-air-air-air-air-air<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >As free as my hair-air-air-air-air-air<br />Hair-air-air-air-air-air-air-air<br /><br />Sometimes I want some raccoon or red highlights<br />(Uh huh, uh huh)<br />Just because I want my friends to think I'm dynamite<br />(Uh huh, uh huh)<br />And on Friday, roxy high school dance<br />(Uh huh, uh huh)<br />I've got my bangs to hide that I don't stand a chance<br />(Uh huh, uh huh)<br />A chance<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >I just wanna be myself<br />And I want you to love me for who I am<br />I just wanna be myself<br />And I want you to know, I am my hair<br /><br />I've had enough<br />This is my prayer<br />That I'll die living just as free as my hair<br />I've had enough<br />This is my prayer<br />That I'll die living just as free as my hair<br />I've had enough<br />I'm not a freak<br />I must keep fighting to stay cool on the streets<br />I've had enough, enough, enough<br />And this is my prayer, I swear<br />I'm as free as my hair<br />I'm as free as my hair<br />I am my hair<br />I am my hair<br /><br />As free as my hair-air-air-air-air-air<br />Hair-air-air-air-air-air-air-air<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >As free as my hair-air-air-air-air-air<br />Hair-air-air-air-air-air-air-air<br /><br />I just wanna be free<br />I just wanna be me<br />And I want lots of friends that invite me to their parties<br />I don't wanna change<br />And I don't wanna be ashamed<br />I'm the spirit of my hair<br />It's all the glory that I bare<br /><br />I'm my hair, my hair<br />I'm my hair, my hair<br />I'm my hair, my hair<br />And all the glory that I bare<br />I'm my hair, my hair<br />It's all the glory that I bare<br />I'm my hair, my hair<br />I'm my hair, yea yea<br />(Glory that I bare)<br />I'm my hair, yea yea<br />(Glory that I bare)<br />I'm my hair, yea yea<br />(Glory that I bare)<br />My hair, yea yea<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">I've had enough</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">This is my prayer</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">That I'll die living just as free as my hair</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I've had enough</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">This is my prayer</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">That I'll die living just as free as my hair</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I've had enough</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm not a freak</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I must keep fighting to stay cool on the streets</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I've had enough, enough, enough</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And this is my prayer (This is my prayer)<br />I swear (Yeah)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm as free as my hair</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm as free as my hair (This is my prayer)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I am my hair (Yeah)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I am my hair</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'm my hair, my hair</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div>Jaysernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17079021915526698425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262744643125229311.post-3484414623630990822011-05-31T13:42:00.002+08:002011-05-31T13:45:30.357+08:00Judas's lover.This is my new desktop wallpaper.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGoebhy7cJ_9zkiely-6ps3IeLtR9i42Sqov26pLnK-qvhNVxJAtCBSE-mGe4iRoFgPi2JsoUD0yw-YLf4McBV9CgEhLh8T6L_7NnT2vDP3dG-rQ4jCgU0ES8bEHzQxRH0r08pgivFGxE/s1600/untitled.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGoebhy7cJ_9zkiely-6ps3IeLtR9i42Sqov26pLnK-qvhNVxJAtCBSE-mGe4iRoFgPi2JsoUD0yw-YLf4McBV9CgEhLh8T6L_7NnT2vDP3dG-rQ4jCgU0ES8bEHzQxRH0r08pgivFGxE/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612751772570221106" border="0" /></a><br />My mom saw this and she was like, "Is this Lady Gaga? Why does she look so scary?". And I was like, "...........". But true also la. She looks kinda scary here. But, who cares? =PJaysernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17079021915526698425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262744643125229311.post-84155617944396443252011-05-30T21:02:00.005+08:002011-05-30T22:09:40.631+08:00He ain't heavy, he's my bro.GOSH! I am FINALLY able to sign in to my Blogger! Last few days been trying so hard to sign in but it said my account was not verified. =.= Blah, who cares. As long as I can sign in NOW. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Hahahahaha</span>!<br /><br />For your information, I am <span style="font-style: italic;">supposed</span> to study now because I've made a promise to myself that I will start studying today. But today, unfortunately, I was trying to sign in to my Blogger and I THOUGHT that I wouldn't be able to sign in as well. But it ended up... you know. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">LOL</span>. That's why I'm here! And I can tell that this is going to be a long one. =P<br /><br />Form 6 has been a blessing. I found out that I've been using the same sentence for 3 times for my blog. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">LOL</span>. But anyway, yea. Who the hell told me that Form 6 is suffering?! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Lol</span>. Maybe it's because it has just started and I'm still in holiday mood. WHAT? Can't really blame me la. It's holiday what. It's a damn freaking 2-week holiday ya know? RELAX~~ No need to study first. Relax for the first week and start working your ass off on the second week. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">HAHAHAH</span>! I know that I'm a procrastinator. Can't help it. =P<br /><br />Then, the subjects that I'm taking are <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Ekonomi</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Sejarah</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Bahasa</span> Malaysia, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">MUET</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Pengajian</span> Am. At first when I heard that this school only offers <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Ekonomi</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Sejarah</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Bahasa</span> Malaysia for arts class, I was thinking of transferring or having tuition outside, because I seriously CAN'T take <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Sejarah</span>. Furthermore, the teachers here said that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Sejarah</span> is COMPULSORY for this school. So, I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">evetually</span> thought of leaving this school. But then, fate has brought me here. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">LOL</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Ahh</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Imma</span> cut the crap. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Lol</span>. I attended <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Sejarah</span> classes, just for trial and I found out that, EH! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">SEJARAH</span> IS ACTUALLY NOT THAT BAD WEI! <span style="font-style: italic;">*For now la.*</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">LOL</span>! I hope <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Cikgu</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">Ng</span> won't scold me for that. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">xD</span> Then, I think that I'm slowly in love with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">Sejarah</span>. Crazy, ain't it? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">LOL</span>.<br /><br />Okla, that's for the subjects. Next, will be my super duper lame + <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">perasan</span> + <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">hamsap</span> bro. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">Hahahaha</span>! Don't scold me for that. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">LOL</span>. What can I say about him? He's big sized. He has wide forehead. He has super short spiky hair. And... he's lame. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">LOL</span>. Bro, don't take this as an insult cause I do like lamers. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">LOL</span>! In fact, he's the one who asked me to write something about him on my blog. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">LOL</span>! So I'm here, talking about you. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">Hahaha</span>. I think I'll just cut the crap for now.<br /><br />You know what? I never thought that we could get along this well, you know? At first, I couldn't really open myself to you. But as time goes by, I found out that you are the one that I can trust and the one that I can run to when I have problems. It's not that I don't have anyone to run to. It's just that, everything just happened way too perfectly and at the same time, way too fast. You'll be transferring school soon. After knowing you for less than a month, I honestly don't really want you to transfer, deep inside of me. Even though I told you that we'll still get to talk to each other, just that it will not be that often, but still, it's hard to let go. I don't know why am I saying this out of a sudden. Maybe it's because we have a lot in common and I want you to know about this. Or maybe it's because I have already acknowledged you as my brother, a brother who shares the same blood. After all this while, I just wanted you to know that no matter where you go, you can still run to me when you have problems, just like before. You told me a lot about your stuff, which I never expected from you because how long have you known me? 10 years? 5 years? Not even a month you've known me but still, you trusted me like you've known me for more than 10 years. Thanks for telling me what you have told me in this past 3 weeks. I appreciate them a lot. Like real a lot. Remember, when you're in a different school, must work hard and study hard for your future. Your mom needs you. Your family needs you. Therefore, you can't tumble down. Must be strong! So that your mom can rely on you, alright? And I'm so looking forward to this Thursday's outing! It feels like it's been ages since I last watched movie. In fact, it's been like what? 4 months? 5 months? And I'm dying to watch movie! ARGHH!<br /><br />Damn. It's already 9.45pm. What has happened to the-lately-me who was filled with so much passion and determination in studying?! Look at the pathetic me. I'm officially <span style="font-style: italic;">SLACKING</span>, right here, right NOW! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">ARGH</span>!! I guess I'll just start working my ass off tomorrow morning! I swear! NO MORE PROCRASTINATION! IF YOU EVER SEE ME ONLINE-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38">ING</span> OR WATCHING <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39">NARUTO</span>, JUST SLAP/WHACK/PUNCH/PINCH/BITE/SQUEEZE/HIT ME. I am giving you this golden <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40">opportunity</span> to do this. <span style="font-style: italic;">*If you ever find me slacking la.*</span> =P Okla, I need to go downstairs already. Must observe what my sister is doing now. If she's watching TV, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41">ngek</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42">ngek</span>, she'll get it from me. Oh wait. I'm slacking as well. So I cannot scold her. Like what the Malay says, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43">seperti</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44">ketam</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45">mengajar</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46">anaknya</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47">berjalan</span>, something like that. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48">LOL</span>! Okla <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49">okla</span>. I must go already. See ya when I have the mood to blog again. And so sorry for the super duper long post. =P BYE!Jaysernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17079021915526698425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262744643125229311.post-51011884207060858012011-05-21T23:48:00.004+08:002011-05-21T23:58:09.484+08:00The glory that I bare.Hello peeps. Miss me? I'm sure you do as I've been M.I.A-ing for don't know how many days. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Hahahaha</span>. But anyway, I'm here just for a short update for those people out there who want me to blog <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">soooooooo</span> badly. =P<br /><br />Alright. Form 6 is tough. But it's worth my time and I'm very sure of that. People do tell me lots of stuff like Form 6 is a waste of time and it's very hard or stuff like that. To me, it depends on individual, whether you label it as 'hard', 'waste of time' or 'easy', 'worth my time'. That's all I can say. I'm happy to be in Form 6.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Ohya</span>, before I forget. Just wanted to wish my new friend, whom I called him as 'Bro', Happy Birthday. You are a great friend and a great child to your parents. Thanks for telling so much stuff about you and I appreciate them a lot. And the common things between us, are just way too much and they somehow creep me. But never mind that, as we said, we are already used to it. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Hahahahaha</span>. Alright. Even though you'll be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">transferring</span>, but bros will always remain as bros. Nothing changes, alright? Don't be so sad and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">emo</span>. Cheer up! =D<br /><br />That's all for today and needless to say, I'm exhausted and I need some sleep now. Goodnight, peeps! =DJaysernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17079021915526698425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262744643125229311.post-4642303790677773562011-05-16T23:46:00.003+08:002011-05-17T16:55:25.885+08:00GagaVille.GagaVille has ARRIVED! It has some Gaga-looking sheeps and unicorn in that ville. Hahahahha. And I got to listen to Gaga's unreleased song, MARRY THE NIGHT! Sounded so so only. Not as good as Judas. =P<br /><br />So lazy to update now. Hai gam sin. Bye~Jaysernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17079021915526698425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262744643125229311.post-12359859861121115372011-05-16T16:43:00.004+08:002011-05-16T17:02:58.846+08:00Failure.While looking at my sister sleeping, I suddenly felt so bad. Random. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">LOL</span>. She's just too tired. Not just physically, but also mentally.<br /><br />Everyday I've been forcing her to do this and that, not allowing her to do this and that, giving her pressure. All I wanted to see was just seeing her growing up to become a better person. I guess this is what a brother always wants their little siblings to become. But I guess I was wrong. The method I used was just too harsh for a little kid like her.<br /><br />I always ask her to shower right after she comes back from school, never considering whether she's sleeping on the sofa due to the whole day of schooling or not. I always ask her to finish her homework before the night comes, never considering whether she knows how to do or not. I always scold her for not paying attention to me while I was teaching, never considering that she's so tired from waking up 6 in the morning and stayed awake till the rest of the day. I always blame her for not respecting my parents, never considering myself behave like her. I always expect a lot of things out of her, never considering my expectations were too high for a 10 year old kid. I never even consider whether was I doing the right thing or not, because I always thought that I was right.<br /><br />But just now, seeing her snoring in the room, I had an urge to cry. Sorry for being so emotional out of a sudden, but I just can't help feeling that I failed to become a good brother, a good elder brother who leads his little sibling to the right way. My parents always told me that, <span style="font-style: italic;">"Don't be so harsh on your little sister la, she's so young. When you were young, you were even worse!"</span> and I surely would fight back with words like, <span style="font-style: italic;">"This is the reason why she disrespects you people except me!"</span>. But I guess I was wrong. My sister did not respect me, she FEARED me. She's afraid of being scolded, scared of being pressured by me. That is the reason why she did everything just to obey me. I felt that myself is so bossy.<br /><br />All I wanted to see was just she, being able to grow up to be a good girl. But as I said, my methods were way out of the line. I shouldn't be so harsh on her. I guess.Jaysernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17079021915526698425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262744643125229311.post-45155847197092741992011-05-14T13:22:00.002+08:002011-05-14T13:52:28.894+08:00Hanging on a moment of truth.Wanted to blog yesterday but blogger had some problems and I wasn't able to sign in. But never mind that.<br /><br />As I mentioned in the previous post, Form 6 has been a blessing. I eventually love the school, the classmates, even though I'm not that familiar with them YET, I have a feeling that they'll be a bunch of cool friends. =D. Then next thing about Ken Chia. Don't know whether it's the correct spelling or not. But once again, never mind that. LOL. I was surprised that he told us about his ambition and why did he choose to become what he wants to be in his future. I was very impressed by him, by his words, by his thoughts and his heart. Like what Thomas said, he has a heart of contributing to the society and I was really overwhelmed by that. He is one of the reasons why I join PSS cause he is the Head Prefect of PSS. A person I would look up to, a person I would be proud of, that is the thing I've longed to look for and I think I've finally found the right person. But of course, other reason why joining PSS is also because of the 10% co-curriculum marks. xD<br /><br />And now, life will be very busy. Schooling and Gakkai. I was very depressed and sad when I heard people saying that they're tired and therefore they skip Gakkai activities. I know it's okay to take a break. But we must know why we want to take a break. Is it for the sake of tiredness? Or is it for the sake of laziness? Or perhaps for the sake of tiredness of tired? After I shifted house and started to have my Gakkai activities here, I realised that I was really shallow, in terms of faith. I need to be strong here. I need to be tough here. The youths here are all lacking of passion and faith and it's very saddening. Therefore, I've learned that I, myself must be the one who motivates them, who takes the lead, who influences others so that the future leaders will be cultivated with compassion. And in order to achieve that, I must be strong in faith by not absenting on any Gakkai activities, as few as possible.<br /><br />I've learned so much here and I need the people around me to realise this, too. Gakkai isn't about ourselves. It's about the whole organization and it's not easy to keep this organization on the right track. Therefore, we must be bold enough to achieve that. Be true to yourself, don't attend any meetings because you're asked to do so because in the end, you won't be getting any benefit cause you're being forced to. Attend meetings happily and willingly. That is the seed of spirit and it will eventually grow into trees.Jaysernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17079021915526698425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262744643125229311.post-70911461388119006572011-05-12T23:38:00.000+08:002011-05-14T04:45:32.256+08:00I'm on the edge of glory.Form 6 has been a bless! I love my new school, my new seniors and the environment. Seriously, I'm sure this is the kind of school that I want and I'm so glad I finally found it! =D<br /><br />Anyway, just a short update as I better get to my bed ASAP cause I have to wake up at 5.30a.m every single morning. =(. But worth it la. =)<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ohya</span>, one more thing, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">GAGAVILLE</span> IS COMING SOON! HERE IT IS:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCX7v6llvKHegQCYIYFNx6mTcy_qhFmXtG8hQmH5N3Fk1l7MchocdteEFcx1uj-9RVwBNELSXmLRe-CxkZATt0WvofQzhmmtrWonMnGLK04d4NNA2BoDBUWIVYIp0xu2nO1JHL0-ezrWI/s1600/untitled.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCX7v6llvKHegQCYIYFNx6mTcy_qhFmXtG8hQmH5N3Fk1l7MchocdteEFcx1uj-9RVwBNELSXmLRe-CxkZATt0WvofQzhmmtrWonMnGLK04d4NNA2BoDBUWIVYIp0xu2nO1JHL0-ezrWI/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605854907978965698" border="0" /></a><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">HAHAHA</span>. I seriously don't know how it's going to be like. I wonder do they have Gaga-costumes for my farmer. Or maybe we'll get to adopt little monsters and feed them with milk and grow into adult monsters. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">LOL</span>!<br /><br />Alright, that's all. Bye!Jaysernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17079021915526698425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262744643125229311.post-73433573484258978462011-05-08T15:36:00.002+08:002011-05-08T23:11:17.054+08:00To Mum, With Love.<div style="text-align: center;"><object width="400" height="300"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/10150187588915617"><embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/10150187588915617" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"></embed></object></div>Jaysernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17079021915526698425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262744643125229311.post-50893779070514636612011-05-06T12:55:00.002+08:002011-05-06T12:58:08.181+08:00A betrayal of a prophecy.I don't quite get the concept behind the video.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="640" height="390"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wagn8Wrmzuc?fs=1&hl=en_GB"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wagn8Wrmzuc?fs=1&hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="390"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />What do you say?<br /></div>Jaysernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17079021915526698425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262744643125229311.post-46040648549644658072011-05-04T22:22:00.003+08:002011-05-04T22:34:26.461+08:00You, inescapable.Hello peeps! So long never blog already. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Hahahaha</span>. Guess this will be just a short update.<br /><br />I am so so so happy and glad now! Because I finally see someone in my Phoenix chants! Not that they all don't chant, but this is just the exception one cause I never thought he would actually be the one. I am just so so happy to see this! <span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Lim</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Yoong</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Hui</span>! BRAVO! And he told me he started to chant since last month and he was unsatisfied with it cause he only started to chant 2 years after he became a member. When I heard he saying this, I was so so so so HAPPY AND OVERWHELMED! A heart that pursues a higher and deeper desire, this is the spirit! And I am just so surprised that he is the one!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Lim</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Yoong</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Hui</span>, now you're in the palm of our hands now! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Ngek</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">ngek</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">ngek</span>.. I will tell this to <span style="font-weight: bold;">Wee </span><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Leng</span> and you surely won't be able to escape from joining this year's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">GFG</span> Camp cause <span style="font-weight: bold;">Wee </span><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Leng</span> is a persistent fella! <span style="font-style: italic;">*Don't kill me if you see this, <span style="font-weight: bold;">Wee </span><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Leng</span>*</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">xD</span>! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Hahahaha</span>. Alright, I am so happy now and I hope I'll be able to get some sleep tonight.<br /><br />Goodnight, PEEPS! =D<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"></span>Jaysernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17079021915526698425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262744643125229311.post-54876719518686920652011-04-30T23:59:00.004+08:002011-05-01T08:47:32.980+08:00Goodbye, my friend.I actually wanted to post this in Chinese. But when I thought of typing the words one by one, I suddenly felt so discouraged. LOL. But anyway, this is for my dearest friend, Ms Pang Kai Ting.<br /><br />Remember the first time when we actually talked? I think it was during Sports Day and I talked to your sister and you eventually came and talked to me. But I was very shy that time, so I kinda ignored you. Hahahaha. Hope you didn't mind that. Then slowly, saw you in scouts and I still remember we used to joke about your 'principal spec' cause you were playing a role as a principal during Malam Kebudayaan (MK). Hahahahah. Then a lot had happened in between us and we somehow formed our 'Cool Gang'. Then I still remember there was this one time you asked me whether you can be a part of our 'family' or not cause that time I was Baba then Yen Nee was Mama and Li Kuan was Lui Lui then Zo Ee was Kan Fu. Hhahahaha! Everything seemed so nostalgic and pure and wonderful and these are the things that always put a smile on my face whenever I come to think of it.<br /><br />Just now when I was driving back home, while looking at the drizzle, I suddenly felt that there were so much that have just slip by without us noticing. Remember the time when we were still Form 1 kids? Everything just seemed so pure and natural. But now, we are just so grown up. Time is really a strange thing, isn't it? When the clock ticks, we won't even know how much time that has just gone by. By the time we realise it, we are already grown up. 5 years have passed, eh? In this 5 years, when I asked myself what I've done to you. I suddenly felt so scared and insecure. I actually didn't do much to you.<br /><br />Humans are always like this. We will never appreciate things, or even a person until that particular person is gone. THEN, we'll only start to realise that it's too late to do so. To me, I think I've been that kind of person to you. I didn't appreciate you when you were here and now that I'm feeling so guilty and awful that I didn't play a good part as a friend in your life. Therefore, I now apologise for being such an awful friend to you. I know it's really awkward that I'm telling you this kind of thing out of a sudden. But I just can't help myself but keep on thinking that, I failed you as a friend. And by the time when you are leaving us, I only realised this and it's just too late when the realisation came. I hate myself for that. I hate myself for not appreciating you and what you have done to me in the past few years and therefore, I hope it's not too late to tell you that, "I am sorry, Kai Ting."<br /><br />Gosh, I promised myself that I will not cry anymore but the tears just won't stop falling from my eyes. I don't know why I could actually burst into tears in this kind of stuff but.. I guess I just can't help myself but feeling sorry to you. I don't hope for a forgiveness from you but I hope that you can still be friend with me and forget the things that I've done to you that might have hurt you unintentionally. Alright, tears won't stop falling and I think I need some time to calm myself down.<br /><br />................................<br /><br />Alright, sorry for being so emotional. Hahahha. Well, to me, you are the kind of person who can actually take responsibility in doing anything but you lack of self-confidence. You are a strong person, Kai Ting. Don't be too scared of taking chances and do not ever ever look down on yourself, cause everyone is special in their own way. And one thing I'm really really worried about you is that, when you start to live in Penang, you'll not know how to get socialised and people will take advantage on you for that. You are always the innocent one when it comes to this. So please, take really really good care of yourself, k? Find your new friends there. Live happily in a brand new environment and be cautious in everything you do, alright? Call me if anything goes wrong or anything that you want to tell me personally. I swear I'll be there for you, no matter what happens. And I'm so sorry that I can't make it tomorrow for the breakfast session and going 1U for you. There are things that I have to do tomorrow and I just can't find the time to meet you up.<br /><br />Okla, it's getting late now and I'm getting sleepy slowly. Lastly, take good care of yourself and do your best in everything! I'm sure someday we will be able to meet up, along with our good friends, Thomas, Zo Ee, Yen Nee, Li Kuan, Ah Ye and myself. Let's work hard together for our own future! =)<br /><br />This is a special song that I would like to dedicate to you. There are just so many things that I want to tell you but I just can't find the words. Perhaps this song will sing the words out.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object width="480" height="390"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CkssUkDb1Yo?fs=1&hl=en_GB"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CkssUkDb1Yo?fs=1&hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"></embed></object><br /></div><br />A gift of a friend. You gave me your ears when I needed a listener. You gave me your shoulder when I needed someone. You gave me your time and love when I needed a FRIEND. Thanks for all these gifts. Take good care of yourself. We all will miss you.Jaysernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17079021915526698425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262744643125229311.post-1684057317340209122011-04-25T21:53:00.003+08:002011-04-25T22:05:07.034+08:00Karma, eh?I swear I ain't complaining. But something must be DONE to STOP this thing which has made me feel so sick and TIRED!<br /><br />Just now heard you complaining about how rebellious and naughty your daughter is and you know what? First thing came to my mind was, you asked for it. Do you know the reason why she is NOT afraid of you, but ME? Because I HAVE MY <span style="font-weight: bold;">STANDARDS</span>. I have taught her how to become a good child and there you are, spoiling her <span style="font-size:130%;">OVER AND OVER AGAIN</span> by doing what SHE WANTS YOU TO DO. And when I tell you this, you will say things like, <span style="font-style: italic;">"</span><span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Haiya</span><span style="font-style: italic;">, just do only la, very easy only </span><span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">mah</span><span style="font-style: italic;">"</span> ORR <span style="font-style: italic;">"</span><span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Aiyo</span><span style="font-style: italic;">, when you were young, you were also like this la, </span><span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">nevermind</span> la". What can I say? SPEECHLESS<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Everytime</span> when I tell her she shouldn't do this and that. YOU GUYS WILL JUST <span style="font-weight: bold;">PAMPER</span> HER BY TELLING ME <span style="font-size:130%;">NOT</span> TO BE SO HARSH ON HER. What now? I'm being harsh? Did I ask her to <span style="font-weight: bold;">RUN 10 LAPS</span> around the house? Did I ask her to clean the house every single minute? Did I <span style="font-size:180%;">EVER</span> ask her to be RUDE TO YOU GUYS? ALL I DID WAS JUST TELLING HER HOW TO BE NICE TO YOU GUYS AND WHAT A CHILD <span style="font-size:130%;">SHOULD</span> DO. And you know what? I am just so tired of teaching her the right things while you spoil her after then. I AM SICK OF IT.<br /><br />Now you complain. What can I say or do? I am CLUELESS.Jaysernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17079021915526698425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262744643125229311.post-31202043748648011692011-04-25T17:22:00.002+08:002011-04-25T17:23:18.067+08:00Gah.You will never change, will you? It's always been like that, ALWAYS.Jaysernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17079021915526698425noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-262744643125229311.post-22668656823848745842011-04-22T18:17:00.002+08:002011-04-22T18:32:22.756+08:00Get pump-y!Alright. Just finished reading half of the NHR and this is the first ever time I have felt so much about my mentor. I used to read this book because I was asked to. But this time, even though I was asked to, again, LOL, but I really really put my heart into reading it. I even read the same line for a few times just to feel it and I eventually felt SOME of it. Really am struggling to understand Sensei's heart and thoughts through this book and it is never easy to do so. I kept on telling myself that I must have the same level as his so that I'll be able to understand him even better. But like I said, it's not easy. But it's not hard, though. I'll just need to read a few more times to feel an even greater feeling towards my mentor! I am such an optimistic person. xD<br /><br />Then later at night, home v (Part II) is finally beginning! Got Part II somemore. LOL! This is the second time I home v in my Phoenix, so it should be called as Part II. xD! Going to home v the Junior PTCs and some M.I.A Senior PTCs to have a heart-to-heart dialogue session. Cause recently, we are just so dead and I can't afford to see this situation goes on! <span style="font-weight: bold;">Wee Leng</span> is going to SUA in August. I gave my words to her that I will do my best in supporting everyone and I can't afford to disappoint everyone, especially her! And luckily and fortunately, I've found myself a few talented future leaders in HSD and I am going to foster them so that when I leave/quit/die in HSD (CHOI! LOL!), I will have someone to inherit the Will of Fire. And this "Will of Fire" actually came from the anime <span style="font-weight: bold;">Naruto</span>. LOL! Okay, gotta get myself prepared for tonight's activity! To whoever is reading this, do well in your life and put 200% effort in doing everything! Because if you do so, you will have no regrets in your future. GA YAO! =DJaysernhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17079021915526698425noreply@blogger.com0