~Aaron~

Have you ever wondered which hurts the most?
Saying something and wishing you hadn’t?
or Saying nothing and wishing you had?

I guess the most important things are the
hardest things to say.

Don’t be afraid to tell someone you love
them. If you do, they might break your heart…if you don’t, you might break
theirs.

Have u ever decided not to become a couple
because you were so afraid of losing what you already had with that person?
Your heart decides whom it likes and whom it doesn’t. You can’t tell your heart
what to do. It does it on its own…. when you least suspect it, or even when
you don’t want it to.

Have you ever wanted to love someone with
everything you had, but that other person was too afraid to let you? Too many
of us stay walled up because we are too afraid to care too much…for fear that
the other person does not care as much, or even at all.

Have you ever denied your feelings for
someone because your fear of rejection was too hard to handle? We tell lies when
we are afraid… afraid of what we don’t know, afraid of what others will
think, afraid of what will be found out about us. But every time we tell a lie,
the thing we fear grows stronger.

Life is all about risks and it requires you
to jump. Don’t be a person who has to look back and wonder what they would have
done, or could have had.

*What would you do if every time you fell in
love you had to say good-bye?
*What would you do if every time you wanted someone they would never be there?
*What would you do if your best friend died tomorrow and you never got to tell
them how you felt (even if it is that you don’t care anymore)
*What would you do if you loved someone more than ever and you couldn’t have
them?
*What would you do if you never got the chance to say “I am friends with all of
my family and they know I love them”?

People live, but people die. And I want to
tell you that you are a friend.     If you died tomorrow (God
Forbid), you would be in my heart.

Would I be in yours?

We might be best friends one year,
pretty good friends the next year,
don’t talk that often the next,
and don’t want to talk at all the year after that.

So, I just wanted to say, even if I never
talk to you again in my life, you are special to me and you have made a
difference in my life,

I look up to you

Shit. Shouldn’t be doing this. Finals is in another month;another ICA (a super hard ‘mini’ exam) on Human Development;and tomorrow, I have a PBL presentation which I’ve not finished yet!

oh well

I was going through Nestor (my ex-classmate back in La Salle)’s friendster when I saw him putting a fragment of the my sec school’s song line - "boys of courage, boys of daring.." I was just then really reminded of sec school days. All the wonderful (and bad, or rather embarrassing) memories I had back then. They were called "stupid things that my classmates did"…well that’s what at least the teachers called them. These are some of the ‘interesting’, if not sweet memories that I really treasure from being with them, if not all, for 5 years:

1. I used to have a classmate when I was form 1 that looked like a drug-addict. He almost turned out be what I thought he is, except it’s a milder version of it. He was literally high on some ‘recreational’ substance (dunno know exactly what it was) in front of the class during Teacher’s Day celebration. He was blowing what I first thought of a balloon, but it was actually a condom! He was reeeeeeeeeeally high. Got expelled and never heard of him eversince.

2. And of course, who could forget some-of-us-called-sampah-paranoid-cum-dictator teacher, Pn Margaret? I personally she’s really a nice lady, but when she’s on the loose (i.e. she caught you not  picking even the tiniest form of rubbish you came across), just don’t stay too close to her, or she’ll unleash her wrath! The ‘milder’ version of her is of course, Mrs Penny Voon. Hmm..feel so bad talking about my teachers like this, because they were, in fact, somehow very sweet and kind to me!

3. And those of you who remember isu ‘penipuan’ UMS…. you know what (and also who )I’m talking about.Hehehehe. Took 2 bloody YEARS to settle that.

4. Form 3 was the 1st year the school introduce Prefects wearing new, different uniform..what Tan would call it as ‘clown’ outfit. Actually, when I thought it, he was true…

5. Anyone would not forget in form four when the first batch GIRLS in La Salle (screw the form six students; they didn’t count) arrived on the first day of school…and they were only THREE of them. THREE!! Melody Woo, Charlene Singh, and Fanny Meryln…these were the girls. Yup. Just three. I couldn’t imagine how they felt being in a school who never had girls being students in La Salle. Somehow we guys treated them like somekind of ‘foreign’ objects - scrutinising every detail..Hehehe. It felt quite odd at first, but I guess, a time passed by, we became indifferent to them. Boys will always remain as boys, especially during PJ time, when it’s time to strip our uniform and change into our PJ outfit! 3 girls + at least 35 5 vega boys = horror!

6. Remember on Ariffin’s birthday when Rozilee accidently splashed water on Mrs Veronice, as he mistaken her for Ariffin? Her expression: priceless

7. And I guess the greatest teacher of all must beeeeeee……… Phillip Tan!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! His name itself already explains everything.

8. I remember in 5 vega there’s the chinatown boys, particularly because everyone (except Gopal and Sanjiv) was chinese,and they all sat together, dominating the back of the middle class seats.

9. Let’s not forget the spot checks. Especially when cd blue was discovered. Hehe. Trivia: Siapa taukeh blue di 5 vega????

10. It’s surprising how cleanliness of the class is inversely proportional to the smartness of the class. 5 Vega sudah beberapa kali hampir jadi kelas terkotor di senior blok.Haha

11. Pn Agnes?

12. Cikgu Cheak? The trainee-teacher from Kelantan that we bullied. Kupum. Kupum. Kupum duo sulfat (kuprum dua sulfat)

13. Sampai sekarang, sia masih hairan kenapa kita kena pakai seluar hijau PENDEK untuk 3 tahun sebelum diPANJANGKAN waktu form 4?

14. Trivia: who says this - " Gam itu kertas. Kalau teda gam, buat gam sendiri"?

I guess that’s what I can recall so far. To all my ex-classmates who happen to read this, bagilah komen ya. Now that we all have gone our own ways, I pray for each of our success. Kalau ada yang mau kahwin sudah, jangan lupa hantar invitation kio.

Remember: Once a La Sallian, always a La Sallian

The School Rally (*haih, lupa2 sudah bah ni)

Boys of courage
Boys of daring
Full of manliness and will
Spirit naught* for danger caring
Hearts to conquer every will

Chorus:
We are sons of La Salle everyone (cuti!)
And no matter where we go (cuti!)
High aloft her flag we will hold (cuti!)
And strive that her fame may grow (cuti!)

There are famous schools in plenty
With their heroes by their scores
And they flourish high and mighty
But La Salle is something more

Come whatever kind of whether
Come the stormy days along
When the Old Boys get together
They will always this song

http://www.lasallesacredheart.org/Class/index.htm

Hi mum, happy mother’s day. Already wished you looooong time ago..waaaaaaaaay before mother’s day. Never knew the UK’s mother’s day date and US’ is different.

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Why are you crying, a young boy asked his Mom?

"Because I’m a woman," she told him.

"I don’t understand," he said.

His Mom just hugged him and said,
"And you never will, but that’s O.K."…….

Later the little boy asked his father,
"Why does Mom seem to cry for no reason?".
"All women cry for no reason," was all his Dad
could say……

The little boy grew up and became a man,
still wondering why women cry.

Finally he put in a call to God and when God got
back to him, he asked "God, why do women cry
so easily?"

GOD answered……

"When I made woman,
I decided she had to be special.
I made her shoulders
strong enough to carry
the weight of the world, yet,
made her arms gentle enough to give comfort…

I gave her the inner strength
to endure childbirth
and the rejection
that many times will come
even from her own children.

I gave her a hardness
that allows her
to keep going and take care
of her family and friends,
even when everyone else gives up, through
sickness and fatigue without
complaining….

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under
any and all
circumstances. Even when her child has hurt her
badly….

She has the very special power to make a child’s
boo-boo feel better and
to quell a teenager’s anxieties and fears….

I gave her strength to care for her husband, despite
faults
and I fashioned her from his rib to protect his
heart….

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband
never hurts his wife, but
sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to
stand beside him
unfalteringly….

For all of this hard work,
I also gave her a tear to shed.
It is hers to use
whenever needed and !
it is her only weakness….
When you see her cry,
tell her how much you love her, and all she does
for everyone, and even though
she may still cry, you will have made her heart feel
good.

She is special!
Please send this to women you know, and those
with mothers,
sisters, and special women in their lives.

But, also send this to men so they will understand
about what a
wonderful thing a woman is.
Each day is a mountain that must be climbed; with
courage each step
gets easier.

Love your Mother Always
and keep her Smiling..

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on !";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And - which is more - you’ll be a Man my son!

-Rudyard Kipling,1865-1936-

"If one day u feel like crying…. call me. I dont promise that i will make u laugh, but i can cry with u.

If one day u want to run away– dont be afraid to call me. I dont promise to ask u to stop……but i can run with u.

If one day u dont want to listen to anyone…..call me. I promise to be there for u but also promise to remain quiet.

But one day if u call……and there is no answer…..come fast to see me.

Perhaps i need you."