MARRY ME

The first time I asked her to marry me was when we were six years old.
"I'll be the husband," I said, "and you can be the wife.""No," she replied simply."Yes," I said."No," she replied again and walked off.After a few moments, I walked off too. It’s no fun playing house alone.

The second time I asked her to marry me, was when we were fourteen. We were partners in a dance for the annual school program and I was waiting for her to come out of the dressing room. I was dressed in a black suit and bowtie. As she stepped out of the dressing room in a pink dress that came down to her knees, I took a deep breath. She looked like an angel that had just stepped down from the heavens. As we waited for the teachers to give the signal for us to get on stage, I stared at her and tried to find my voice. She caught me looking and smiled as she asked, "What are you looking at?"... "Will you marry me?" I blurted out.Her smile turned into a grin, and a second later she burst out laughing. I didn't mind. I could see stars in her eyes. Still laughing, she took my hand and led me onto the stage.

The third time I asked her to marry me was on her sixteenth birthday. We were at a picnic with friends and the two of us were sitting by ourselves under a tree as the rest argued about which game to play next. She laughed at something someone was talking about in the distance. I heard the tinkling of bells in her voice. I plucked a daisy that was growing nearby and gave it to her as I said, "Will you be my wife?"She blushed as she looked at the flower, and then burst out laughing again. She took the flower and ran to join the rest of the group. I followed.

The fourth time, we were eighteen. We were sitting in the cafeteria in college as she sat sipping on a glass of orange juice and telling me how beautiful the last poem she read had been. After speaking continuously for a few minutes, she stopped and said, "What happened? Why aren't you saying anything?"I looked into her eyes and said, "I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?"As before, she burst out laughing again and said, "You're not old enough to get married yet." And then she started talking about another poem.

The fifth time I asked her to marry me was the day of our graduation. We were both twenty-one. I got down on one knee with a red rose in my hand and said to her, "Will you, now, take me to be your husband?"She grinned this time, and replied, "You're always in a hurry. You wanted to do your post-graduation, right?"I shrugged, got back on my feet, and walked with her to the convocation hall.

Four years later, I had finished my post-graduation and had a job in a multinational company. We were sitting in an ice cream shop when she brought it up. "You haven't asked me to marry you in four years," she said. "What happened? Did you change your mind?" She was smiling widely."What do you think?" I teased."I think you're afraid I’ll reject you again.""You haven't really rejected me even once, till now," I countered. "You never really said 'No'.""I did when we were six," she pointed out."She remembers", I thought to myself, as I smiled at the memory.I held out a spoon of ice cream for her to taste, and said, "Alright, so you rejected me once.""So?" she asked as she tasted my ice cream."So nothing," I replied.She rolled her eyes in silence. She was no longer smiling."Well?" I asked. "Do you think I've changed my mind?"
She frowned as she said, "I don't know." She looked beautiful even when she frowned.I watched her for a few seconds and said, "Why don't you ask me to marry you this time?""Me?" she replied, eyes wide in surprise."Why?" I asked. "What's wrong with that?"She blushed. "No," she said."Are you rejecting me again?" I asked."No, no!" she said quickly."So then you are saying 'Yes'?"She stuck her tongue out at me as she realized what I was trying to do, and went back to eating her ice cream."Hey," I said, as I took her hand in mine. "Marry me."She scrunched up her nose as she replied, "Are you sure?"I'd been sure since I was six. "Yes," I said simply.And she just smiled and nodded.

I read diz sumwhere.. Whoever wrote the story.. u fill my heart wit luv n joy... so I share it today n hope everybody feels the same way too.

Piss OFF

Musuk went to SHB yesterday.. Seminar.. Ntah la wat seminar.. One of my friend is in SHB too.. But she said TEDA PUN. So my head starts to spin.. Wat is he hiding from me.. I called my fren few times. Asking. Again and again and again. Nope. Nuttin.

I need to stay calm now.. Dont panic.. Cool. Take a deep breath..

So.. as usual.. everytime I feel like kicking sumbody's ass.. I clean up the house.. I clean up my sweet little room.. then take a walk at the park nearby. He did kol.. Juz now.. I juz pretend like I know nuttin. I'll wait.. Let's see wat explanation he got.. N

Ordinary Dayz

I went out for a stroll that evening.. tried to put my thoughts in order. There wont be a day like this for a long time. Me and musuk are happy and in love. Surely life cant be a fairytale... But what I've lived through with Musuk makes me believe that happiness is real. Even we are devoted to our job and plus extra class for me every weekend, we are together as much as possible. But one thing that I will remember.. He taught me how to take joy from quite ordinary days.

Musuk Birthday

It's his birthday today.. but he's in KK. Games. I sent him to the airport lasnite. His parenz is in KK too.. amazingly. Rite now they're staying in Tang Dynasty.. His mom bought him Swatch. Sure he lurrrvvvs it. Miz him.

Hmmff.. today is his birthday.. but it feels like sumthin isnt rite. Maybe he's not around.. Maybe.. Nevermind... HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUSUK!!

LoV3

Lil I know about LOVE.. It is unconditional...

Da GifT of LuV

One of my fav books is Chicken Soup for the Soul.. I read diz one ere n i lurv it.

So touchy n makes me warm inside..

The passengers on the bus watched sympathetically as the attractive young woman with the white cane made her way carefully up the steps. She paid the driver and, using her hands to feel the location of the seats, walked down the aisle and found the seat he'd told her was empty. Then she settled in, placed her briefcase on her lap and rested her cane against her leg.
It had been a year since Susan, 34, became blind. Due to a medical misdiagnosis she had been rendered sightless, and she was suddenly thrown into a world of darkness, anger, frustration and self-pity. And all she had to cling to was her husband, Mark.
Mark was an Air Force officer and he loved Susan with all his heart. When she first lost her sight, he watched her sink into despair and was determined to help his wife gain the strength and confidence she needed to become independent again.
Finally, Susan felt ready to return to her job, but how would she get there? She used to take the bus, but was now too frightened to get around the city by herself. Mark volunteered to drive her to work each day, even though they worked at opposite ends of the city. At first, this comforted Susan, and fulfilled Mark's need to protect his sightless wife who was so insecure about performing the slightest task.
Soon, however, Mark realized the arrangement wasn't working. Susan is going to have to start taking the bus again, he admitted to himself. But she was still so fragile, so angry - how would she react? Just as he predicted, Susan was horrified at the idea of taking the bus again.
"I'm blind!", she responded bitterly. "How am I supposed to know where I am going? I feel like you're abandoning me."
Mark's heart broke to hear these words, but he knew what had to be done. He promised Susan that each morning and evening he would ride the bus with her, for as long as it took, until she got the hang of it. And that is exactly what happened. For two solid weeks, Mark, military uniform and all, accompanied Susan to and from work each day.
He taught her how to rely on her other senses, specifically her hearing, to determine where she was and how to adapt to her new environment. He helped her befriend the bus drivers who could watch out for her, and save her a seat.
Finally, Susan decided that she was ready to try the trip on her own. Monday morning arrived, and before she left, she threw her arms around Mark, her temporary bus-riding companion, her husband, and her best friend. Her eyes filled with tears of gratitude for his loyalty, his patience, And his love. She said good-bye, and for the first time, they went their separate ways. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday... Each day on her own went perfectly, and Susan had never felt better. She was doing it! She was going to work all by herself.
On Friday morning, Susan took the bus to work as usual. As she was paying the fare to exit the bus, the driver said, "Boy, I sure do envy you." Susan wasn't sure if the driver was speaking to her or not. After all, who on earth would ever envy a blind woman who had struggled just to find the courage to live for the past year? Curious, she asked the driver, "Why do you say that you envy me?"
The driver responded, "It must feel good to be taken care of and protected like you are." Susan had no idea what the driver was talking about, and again asked, "What do you mean?"
The driver answered, "You know, every morning for the past week, a fine-looking gentleman in a military uniform has been standing across the corner watching you as you get off the bus. He makes sure you cross the street safely and he watches until you enter your office building.
Then he blows you a kiss, gives you a little salute and walks away. You are one lucky lady." Tears of happiness poured down Susan's cheeks. For although she couldn't physically see him, she had always felt Mark's presence. She was lucky, so lucky, for he had given her a gift more powerful than sight, a gift she didn't need to see to believe - the gift of love that can bring light where there is darkness.

Rainy Day

We had a fight over sumthin dat I dunno how to explain. Been a month. Suddenly he called.. yesterday.. asking me out... Felt like I was dreaming. I was so excited but again.. as usual.. act as cool as possible. He picked me up around 5. I sat there in his car.. he smiled, I smiled but we didnt talked along the way.. Sumhow it felt good to have him around. Comfy.. yup.. dat's the exact word.. comfortable!

Finally, about 20minutes of silence.. I MISS U.. he said. Hihi.. I miz him too actually but my tongue was numb I couldnt say anything. Maybe I was too excited. We had seafood for dinner. His fav for sure the Butter Prawn & Fried Squid.. He brought me to my fav spot. There.. we talked all nite. Everything seemed perfect.

We had several fight before.. for this moment.. that was the worse one. But we always find ways to patch things up later on.. no matter how long. We wouldnt wanne sacrife all the good memories because of a small tiny bad memory.. Doesnt worth it. That's juz wat we do.. we fight.. we dare to tell exactly how we feel.. then work things out together.