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Everytime you ask me if I’m coping, I smile and tell you that I’m strong.
What you don’t know is whenever you’re not around, I break down and cry.

Flash Mob Suprise

This is probably the coolest thing I've ever seen.

First thought that crossed my head - Wow. What a passive crowd. Poor girl in front is probably a deranged fan. XD

I want..

I want him to wake up,

for himself.


I want him to wake up,

for his family.


I want him to wake up,

and live to 80+ like the strong person he is.


I want him to wake up,

So that I can tell him that I didn't mean it.


I want him to wake up..


Because if he doesn't,
I will never live through this.

Long Overdue

Dear Yasmin,

I'm writing a letter to you that is now long overdue. I'm sorry that I put this off for way too long and I think now is the best time to tell you how much you've changed my life.

I remember going to watch Sepet at the cinemas in Bukit Jambul. I anticipated the release of the movie and when it finally aired, I went with my significant other. What I remember then was how much I could feel from watching your movie, and how much I couldn't stop crying.

You see Yasmin, in a twisted and sort of inverted way, I feel like Orked. And he is my Jason. I connected so much with Sepet, I could feel the knives stabbing my heart during the scene where Jason was waiting for Orked at the chinese stall and Keong told Jason that he shouldn't date malays. I felt happy for Orked and Jason whenever they were together, like in the scene where they were taking pictures together or when they ran in the rain.

I've heard the things they told Jason in the movie so many times already. So much that I think if I would get RM1 each time, I'd be close to a millionaire by now.

What I'm trying to say right now is, that you, Yasmin, changed my life. You touched it without trying to, you taught me how to love without any restraints and you taught me that life is never without complications every person must face. Because of you, I learned never to stop loving him whenever we had problems, in fact, I learned to love him more.

I know that the probability of you reading this now is zero, but I want to show the world how much you have helped me love a person from a different race and background.

Dear Yasmin, if it wasn't for you and your wonderful movies and advertisements, I wouldn't be celebrating my 5th year anniversary with him this coming 14th.

My only hope now, is that may be with time, I can get my parents to see how happy I can be with him, and pray that they will approve of our relationship and let us be together.

Through your movies, you have shown us kindness and the ways to love another, no matter who that person may be or what he or she might have done before.

Thank you Yasmin Ahmad, you will be deeply and sorely missed.

Still crying whenever I see any of your films,
j0

=3

Snowball!

Prologue-ing

Little Daisy was always fascinated with stories that her grandmother told her. She comes from a Chinese family and like almost every other little girl, we were fascinated once by our own culture before submitting to puberty. Her grandmother would tell her stories about old China and how the emperors conquered the country. She would also tell her tales about their family venture from China to Malaysia. But this isn't the tale that I am about to tell you about Little Daisy Chin.

It was a dark and stormy night that woke Little Daisy Chin from her slumber. The thunder boomed loudly as the monsoon wind blew fiercely. Little Daisy shaken to her core started bursting into tears. Her parents were out for the night for a company function so she was left to the care of her grandmother. Her grandmother, old as she was, came running with the senior citizen speed she owns.

"What is the matter?" she asked.
"It's so scary outside. So scary," the little girl cooed as her big eyes weld up in tears.

Her grandmother smiled and edge closer to her granddaughter.

"There, there my Little Daisy. It's just the storm, there's nothing to be afraid of," said the old lady as she comforts her granddaughter.
"But it's scary, ama. Its so so scary," she said.
"You have little ducky here to take care of you. Didn't you tell me that ducky was a brave soldier?" said the grandmother as she pointed at the plush.
"Ducky don't like the storm. As brave as he is, ducky is still a duck,"
"Oh...is that so? Then what should we do about that then?"
The little girl sniffed and wiped away her tears, "Maybe...maybe one of your stories will calm him down. You know how ducky loves your stories, why not tell him one?" she asked.
"Hmm...well if that is the case then why not? I do have a story that I think could tell. There, scoot over a little and let the old lady get comfortable,"

The old woman adjusted herself to comfort next to her granddaughter. Little Daisy, delighted, couldn't help but ask what kind of story would she be told.

She cleared her throat and promptly reply,"It's a story that I heard from a friend during my trip to the morning market. It's about an ordinary girl like yourself but she is much more older. But life was indeed unkind to Ah Ling,"
"Why is that?" Little Daisy asked.
"Well...,"

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Dear God,

If this is a joke, it's not funny.

j0