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The child Thank you for all you had done for us. We are missing you, and will continue to miss you till the day we meet you again. Child of god, indeed you are. previous posts A friend of mine suggested that i should blog. Aft... True MIssing you Updatessss Updates Updates "When you know that your loved one is looking stra... Alright, gonna update before everyone starts telli... Again. comments links Krys Da Jie Aisya aka Ms "Lucky seh" Ah Gong Ant Uncle Zong Hui aka Hunky Kang Sheng(Uncle's best friend) Xiao Mei Hui Qing aka Food Buddy Stalker Jessie Chia Sin Sawadee Act Young Daigo "Sir" Gloria Josephine Gong Zhu Fredy aka Mr"I-Wan-2-Punch-U" Marc aka Mr "Wa Wa Wa Wa.." Lamer Char aka Asthma Woman My Lao Di My Lao Mei Ms Bear Baby Boi Mao Mao Miss "Otah" Mojojo
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Saturday ( Hey,guess what..... I have a soul!!!!!!!!! @ 5:41:00 AM )  well,yesterday as i was doing my paperwork, i got abit stress up...well ok maybe alot....anyway, mu mind feels so numb with the work that when i check the mail and saw this ad on "do u have a soul?" test, i decide to take and guess what , i DO have a soul! here is the result... Soul ranger You scored 20 soulful! You are loving life and everything in it.Doing anything is not just a new thing, but it is a life afferming experience that brings even more depth to your mindset on every occurance.You can talk the talk and walk the walk, philosopicaly speaking,Your friends probably come to you for advice and insight into things that they haven't got yet.Most of them probably think you are a bit weird, but like your company none the less.You don't see you friends in the same light as yourself, except for maybe the odd one or two who know exactly where you are coming from and are probably on the same par as you.Just don't let all this go to your head and become a spirital wanker who puts 'Blessed Be' and the end of your emails or tells everyone that they're a druid. Cool....so comforting to know i actually have a soul...... touched...hehe.... Just realise i dun really handle my stress well.Yesterday, as I was doing my paperwork, my team realise we actually dun have adequate talents coming for audition, which means a smaller range of what we can choose from.We tried contacting stage art group and they were able to let us have the audition with them on monday.However, it is still VERY risky, thus we had to think of something else.My casting director suggest we could give out flyers, however, he was very busy with the basketball essay he need to hand up on friday and my producer is very busy with paperwork and only me, the very useless director, has nothing to do thus i was given the task to do it. BUT.....I felt even more useless when i do this,because I am suppose to give to someone who looks the role, but how could I bloody(sorry i had to use this word...just feel strongly for this word now) see whether the person look that role with one look? And every people in the school is moving so bloody(and again) fast!!!!!! I was feeling depress when suddenly I saw von and her team.They were having audition.Suddenly, I see a ray of light.I was thinking perhaps I could, you know, take the left-overs from the audition, the ones von do not want.Therefore, i tag along, feeling a sense of relief.When the first round of audition ended, I was happily telling them that talent was pretty good and that i can use them if they dun want when suddenly, the news hit me-"we are not gonna let you use our talent,because of LC, I don't like him and I am not gonna give you the talent and let him get the credit that he got good talent cause of him being a good C.D .I can help you distribute flyers as your sister.". *THUNDER*.... When I hear this, i could not take it anymore.That ray of light has not only being covered by cloud, there's like even a thunderstorm now. I am like .....great.Now, I could not get my talent for the film because LC offended Von which seems to have no connection with me trying to get my talent.Basically, I am not blaming LC or Von or anybody.I am just blaming myself for my luck.And when this thunderstorm continues, my highly emotional feelings is trying to break through from my eyes, through what is known as tears.I was desperately trying to hold back my tears when KS saw that and say"why cry, dun need to cry lah", and ok, thats it. My tears just start flowing out endlessly without a lock to hold it back.I never wanted to cry out just like that, in front of so many people, causing them to worry for me.I just wanted to cry alone in a toilet or something, but I could not hold back. Von came over and comforted me, saying"ok la sayang dun cry liao gei ni jiu shi le(will give you)". I know von would never agree if not for my outbreak since she is so pissed with LC,and I was so touched when she say she will.But I was still crying because...you know ah, when you keep something for too long in your heart, when you finally let it go, it becomes a car that is moving in high speed with no brake inserted into the car. Finally, a phone call kinda wakes me and reminds me I must still be strong cause I am the director and there is more to do and to solve since we have not even started shooting yet.My producer called to tell me another bad news. I was numb this time, probably because of my earlier outbreak.We decide to talk later while we do storyboard. After that, I watch the audition with them and later fool around with them, leaving all my work behind for a while. I felt so good, like I was a stressless teen enjoying my life that has no restrictions. When I had to leave for my work, I felt kinda reluctant cause ...well, I dun want to be back to what I was so soon. Still, I know it is only right, thus I still went.Well, end of story.... And moral of story? Actually, I dun know, you will have to figure it out i guess, bad writer eh? Hehe..... Hope my experience could benefit some friends out there in doing the right thing...See you guys... 1 comments Thursday ( One more nice nice story.... @ 9:13:00 PM )  The Coolest Dad in the Universe He was 50 years old when I was born, and a "Mr. Mom" long before anyone had a name for it. I didn't know why he was home instead of Mom, but I was young and the only one of my friends who had their dad around. I considered myself very lucky. Dad did so many things for me during my grade-school years. He convinced the school bus driver to pick me up my house instead of the usual bus stop that was six blocks away. He always had my lunch ready for me when I came home - usually a peanut butter and jelly sandwich that was shaped for the season. My favorite was at Christmas. The sandwiches would be sprinkled with green sugar and cut in the shape of a tree. As I got a little older and tried to gain my independence, I wanted to move away from those "childish" signs of his love. But he wasn't going to give up. In high school and no longer able to go home for lunch, I began taking my own. Dad would get up a little early and make it for me. I never knew what to expect. The outside of the sack might be covered with his rendering of a mountain scene (it became his trademark) or a heart inscribed with "Dad-n-Angie K.K." in its center. Inside there would be a napkin with that same heart or an "I love you." Many times he would write a joke or a riddle, such as "Why don't they ever call it a momsicle instead of a popsicle?" He always had some silly saying to make me smile and let me know that he loved me. I used to hide my lunch so no one would see the bag or read the napkin, but that didn't last long. One of my friends saw the napkin one day, grabbed it, and passed it around the lunch room. My face burned with embarrassment. To my astonishment, the next day all my friends were waiting to see the napkin. From the way they acted, I think they all wished they had someone who showed them that kind of love. I was so proud to have him as my father. Throughout the rest of my high school years, I received those napkins, and still have a majority of them. And still it didn't end. When I left home for college (the last one to leave), I thought the messages would stop. But my friends and I were glad that his gestures continued. I missed seeing my dad every day after school and so I called him a lot. My phone bills got to be pretty high. It didn't matter what we said; I just wanted to hear his voice. We started a ritual during that first year that stayed with us. After I said good-bye he always said, "Angie?" "Yes, Dad?" I'd reply. "I love you." "I love you, too, Dad." I began getting letters almost every Friday. The front-desk staff always knew who the letter were from - the return address said "The Hunk." Many times the envelopes were addressed in crayon, and along with the enclosed letters were usually drawings of our cat and dog, stick figures of him and Mom, and if I had been home the weekend before, of me racing around town with friends and using the house as a pit stop. He also had his mountain scene and the heart-encased inscription, Dad-n-Angie K.K. The mail was delivered every day right before lunch, so I'd have his letters with me when I went to the cafeteria. I realized it was useless to hide them because my roommate was a high school friend who knew about his napkins. Soon it became a Friday afternoon ritual. I would read the letters, and the drawing and envelope would be passed around. It was during this time that Dad became stricken with cancer. When the letters didn't come on Friday, I knew that he had been sick and wasn't able to write. He used to get up at 4:00a.m. so he could sit in the quiet house and do his letters. If he missed his Friday delivery, the letters would usually come a day or two later. But they always came. My friends used to call him "Coolest Dad in the Universe." And one day they sent him a card bestowing that title, signed by all of them. I believe he taught all of us about a father's love. I wouldn't be surprised if my friends started sending napkins to their children. He left an impression that would stay with them and inspire them to give their own children their expression of their love. Throughout my four years of college, the letters and phone calls came at regular intervals. But then the time came when I decided to come home and be with him because he was growing sicker, and I knew that our time together was limited. Those were the hardest days to go through. To watch this man, who always acted so young, age past his years. In the end he didn't recognize who I was and would call me the name of a relative he hadn't seen in many years. Even though I knew it was due to his illness, it still hurt that he couldn't remember my name. I was alone with him in his hospital room a couple of days before he died. We held hands and watched TV. As I was getting ready to leave, he said, "Angie?" "Yes, Dad?" "I love you." "I love you, too, Dad." By Angie K. Ward-Kucer from A 3rd Serving of Chicken Soup for the Soul Copyright 1996 by Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen 0 comments |
