And words are all I have ...

First Love

Today I dedicate my post to two luvly ladies I met at Blogsworld -- one I've met in person, the other I think I spied in my dreAm -- but I digress. (See Threads of our Lives, September 19, 2005.) This dedication is in addition to the choice of TWO fRiends I tagged for SE7EN minus Famous5.

SweetSpirit took me seriously when I suggested she should follow with a ChallengiA (ONE IS CURRENTLY ON at http://sabrinawstan.blospot.com) BUT she did it in 1/2 -- she posted a short post on First Love, but did not throw Readers a Challenge with a Prize. Sabrina entices with a bar of Choc, and I plan to win it -- two bloody OZ songs -- Sweets, canya tell me?? I won't go public on this shAring.So you don't kNOw we had a rendezvous at http://sweetlluv.blogdrive.com, but if you wonder why she abadndoned l'st, I really don't want to kNOw! Anywayz, now check her OUT if you need sum hugz!:) I spelt anyways with a "zee" replacing the "ass" because that's wat most mG-bloggers-f do it, I must not rock the sampan or they will throw rocks at Desi and you wont gonna get your daiRy fix. Ah, the pleasure of AGGRESSION, throwin' rocks! What don't we settle for barbs - you know, bra wrapped in BS, baby suit-lah, why you need to ask-one? See, Desi also speaks Manglish-one sumtimes, and his spelling is hollor, man, I dunno what came over him -- I see myself in tHE tHIRD pERSON when I want a critical l=o=o=k, fats, warts and 'alls! aND WHEN HE'S IN THE 3p, THE SUBJECT IS FOLLOWED BY SINGULAR VERBS. eXAMPLE, dESIDerrata WRITES FUNNY SUMTIMES, OR MOST TIMES, BUT IT'S ok AS LONG AS HE enjoys IT!Theses last few sentences were all confused with all the Caps and LCs (for lower caps, not French though) all inter-CHANGED. Blame it on either Sweets or sleep deprivation -- bloody deadlines! -- I had to work 18 hours a day and they pay me pee-nutz!


wHAT FOLLOWS IS Xtracted from Sweets brief -- don't you be knotty, brudder IM, it is kNOT that brief!:) Are you reading (or p-e-e-king in?) bro Imran?

I thank Sweets 'holeheArtedly for that brief1luv, but it would be EASIER on my rusty eyes if thou had done niCE paragraphing like this with thy ORIGINAL, now given a dressing over by Desi, Xperimenting with F-designing?: (F- is not a four-letter word, maybe FashionAsia?)


"***Desi hinted to me blog about first love haha i thought about it.
But it is not me for i don't believe that the first person you fall inlove with or first human love is any more significant then the next or the last unless it is the one you have been with all your life.

Now that is a different story as for love it comes and goes and if we don't learn from our mistakes of the love that we leave or we lose then not much luck the next time round. I think the worst things is thinking the next person will be like the last and so , one starts to think and sometimes believe he she is just like the last. That is bad because no two people in this world are the same each love is individual and each to his /her own.

The best we can do is not look to replace the last person we loved nor compare that person to another because that is not fair.I know so many gals that go from relationship to relationship , not healing from the last one.They always say but this is it he is the one until next month or next season.Of course we are all different so for me , i just say what will be will be :)

Here is and oldie but i very nice song.
Endless Love Lyrics

My love There’s only you in my life The only thing that’s right
My first love You’re every breath that I take You’re every step I make And i I want to share All my love with you No one else will do
And your eyes They tell me how much you care Oh, yes you will always be My endless love

Two hearts Two hearts that beat as one Our lives had just begun Forever I’ll hold you close in my arms I can’t resist your charms And love I’ll be a fool for you I’m sure You know I don’t mind You know I don’t mind ’cause you You mean the world to me Oh, I know I know I found in you My endless love

Oh And love I’ll be that fool for you I’m sure You know I don’t mind You know I don’t mind And yes You’ll be the only one ’cause no one can’t deny This love I have inside And I’ll give it all to you My love My endless love... ***"


Posted at 04:04 am by sweetspirit

See, Sweets, I told thee I make a good sub!:) Trumpets sound ...)


Now I can feel the touch and eye thy heArt!:) Better! Best!!:);)

If I respond with my version of First Love, Do I get a Prize? -- No Booker, an OZ choc also-can-lah, butt NOT croc! will do -- you can keep Croc Dundee for Sab if I don't win her Choc?;(

"***I was nine, going on 10, and she was the beaut of the class of forty-ODD pupils, Desi might be the oddest.

She was especially good at ART, which Desi modestly claims to have some talent2! (Trumpets roll2)
Miss X looked especially luvly on Saturdays, because then we all were allowed to come in mufti. No, it's not te religious type of mufti ... it means not in uniform-lah.

X would come with a blouse of light hue, smartly overlaid by just some flowery tom-boyishly worn shirt that made her look more matured than just 9 or ten. I'll score her 10/10, of course, but there's bias on my part, no doubt. (Aside, just like my bias for that OZ gal called sssssspirit-lah, but I score thee 9/10 steal one point behind my First....)

Back from digression -- yes, I was already doing that at that olde age of 9OR10. I glanced at pretty girls when they were not looking, and the teAcher was writng on the BlackBoard. Yes, those days they used chalk scratching on the cancer-causing scratched board with white dust flying everywhere, including on the teacher's dress that made her blue dress coloured with twinkles of white. I digressed too much.

Where was I?

Ah, one hot (summer?) day, Desi was feeling restless, maybe the hormones were acting up. We had a class monitor who was well, quite close to me, well-behaved (that's he was appointed the M!), hair combed neatly and always weAring an A-smile. Desi's hair by comparision was scruffy, and my s-mile then was like watelse, Smiley! (Pls, I. Cowws, don't spell it as Smelly or else the teAcher will smack you!)

And smack does not mean a kiss on your cheek, you chicky one. It mans a whack on thy bottom that sometimes it sounded like thunder clap .. when the Punisher was one BIG-sized Headmaster whose approach would render even the cats quiet. The mice ran away of course.

Well, as I was saying, I was restless, so I put pen to paper, and drafted the following addressed to:

"... Miss X: I admire you light blue blouse very much. You sparse flowered shirt too.

I'd like to meet you after school at the Lake Gardens, can?

Just turn and smile at me if the answer is YES.

Yours sincerely,

CWK ... "

CWK was that monitor's nama, and smart YL was using his name to project my "secret luv" for that gal-with-the-sweetest-smile in KGV School.

Miss X picked up the piece of luv letter which I scurried like a mouse to leave at her desk when the teAcher was absorbed at her writing some long poem on the BB for us to "meme-rise" (you see, those years ago we already played me-me-ing) about some stupid Cows grazing on the grassland While the farmer was busy milking the cowgal ...

But the projected luv took an unexpected turn.

"Teacher, teacher," X Xclaimed, "someone knotty has sent me somethin knotty .." I guess X's vocab then was limited.
.There
. was
.a long
.long
> pause.

Then TeAcher Miss Boon (that was how we called her that oens years ago...she must have married, and have many niCE kids by now... but I'm no beesybody!).

Long story-short:

Miss Boon read the luv letter, smiled, and said someone had indeed been very naughty. Being a Sherlock Holmes, Miss Boon could tell straightaway who the culprit was. He asked YL to stand up. I was indeed an obedient boy. I stood up as quiet as a rat. "YL, (I was not a friend of Desiderata of max ehrmann fame yet ...) you are the only one capable of writing 'that' LETTER. Yes?"

Yes, I had to stand up, bowed my head as my face was first turning first pinkish -- then Red Indian red -- finally Lobster Red!Every thing has a First Time in one's life. That was my First Love Lesson:):):):):):);) for SEVENth HeAven!

But YL did not receive further admonishment but a remark "YL, your writing is very neat and arty. And I can't fault your gramma' -- (Now added a century? belatedly: Hey Miss Boon, don't bring my Granny into 'is!)At least that was Miss Boon's "punishing" words that I could recall. Maybe I heArd wLongly because thw 'hole world was looking' at Me-Me! (Yan, I blame thee for making me so precocious. Yes, I went on to read DH Lawrence's "Lady C's Lover" in Form 1, but I did not fail any examns. In fact, Miss Boon treated me lightly (smiley?) because i was a sort of teAcher;s pet! (I'm an honorary citizen of Catsville, Kuching then was near Seremban, for Peninsular and Borneo were joined by a fly-bridge ... Jules Verne told me so, of was it H.G. Wells? Well, it's Long, Long Ago ...)

To the mGf who sportingly played the Game of SE7EN with Desi after I received the baton from Primrose, to my number SE7EN who asked to reveal my age, I referred her to Miss Boon, hence this story. Also, I recently told her in one comment at her Yan's Corner -- In Touch:

Yan:

Stormy sea testing fRiendships to the fullest
Banquet time when crowds swell and wolves in sheep's attire their best
I shiver in the world's cold
But it's still warm in one hold.

Yan, at 8:18 AM

Hi, Desi,

Jurno's poem here is (translated from Chinese) -

Photo-taking, I stand in front
Delegate task, I stand behind
Donation time, excuse me, I have to answer the nature's call

Thanks for the poem.

Thanks for tagging me. I am honoured.
Yan,
at 9:16 AM

So to These Two Special Bonny Lad'es:
I end not with Endless Luv, but Elvis rendition of

WORDS

"It's only words,
And words are all I have
To take your heArt away ..."


PS: I know Yan loves the BeeGees version, and also Sweets is from Australia, so both are all too familiar with BIGies, so I make 'em feel small, when Xmas trees are tAll!; and Desiderata is always a JUST, not fair, man, so he stays medium -- neither small nor tAll:) for an American singer's take. You have not heard of Elvis the Pelvis, then you must be coking!

Smile an everlasting smile, a smile can bring you
Near to me.
Don't ever let me find you down, cause that would
Bring a tear to me.
This world has lost its glory, let's start a brand
New story now, my love.
Right now, there'll be no other time and i can show
You how, my love.

Talk in everlasting words, and dedicate them all to
Me.
And i will give you all my life, i'm here if you
Should call to me.
You think that i don't even mean a single word i
Say.
It's only words, and words are all i have, to take
Your heart away



PastScript from Kuching, extracted from September 07, 2005 post at http://yancorner.blogspot.com: YAN happily accepts Desi's CHALLENGE 5 to run a Booker Review of Mitch Albom's TUESDAYS WITH MORRIE.

The First Prize is an autographed copy of CHALLENGE TO LOVE by Catherine De Costa (donatted by Desiderata;); and also First PUBLICATIONS RIGHTS to The Borneo Post (where Yan has a little say!) to feature THE TOP2 REVIEWS:);) where normal payments just like for anyother freelance contributions apply...

MGf Desi has promised to be hardworking Judge and his decisions are final & muktamad, to be announced Three Days after Borneo Post's use of the 3 reviews.

Entries of at least 2,500 words must reach YAN by Email at phylliswyy@gmail.com or chongyl2000@yahoo.com.

Deadline is 2400 hours, September 30, 2005.

ENJOY! ENJOY!! ENJOY!!!

WRITE & L'VE!

PostPastScript:
Now before Yan settles in for the night, I wish to reminisce for her The First of May, and her TheBoyNextDoor, surely her First Love which is compulsory telling after Sweets and Desi have opened up their heArts to shAre. Desi knows you're shAring and cAring2, Yan.

And if you wish, you may invite ONE of your regular conversationists to write, yeah, about his/her First Love. See, I caught the Me-Me-Me-owing fever, But it's for only ONE along the LuvLane!:)