Love of Hearts

When the Sun rises above,
Comes a field of green,
With flowers and beauty,
Surrounded by Love.

Yet, when Two met,
It was a moment of Love,
When souls met,
There it was the Secrecy of Love.

Affections of Her's,
And tender loving of Him's,
Together as One,
May a Tale lives for one and another.

By Jacques Yvez

The Journey Afar

It has been awhile since the age of Casanova, and life has been interesting as well for a Casanova. Living in the very age of aristocracy and elegance, as well as lust and betrayal of love. But yet, all that has changed since the birth of a new era, a new direction, and most of all a new heart. I must say, it hasn’t been easy getting Casanova falling in love, as it has always been the toughest thing to do after all. Well, in a way, things do evolve in this universe according to its time and existence. So all the while, it has always been Casanova playing his games and deserving all the fun he could, and yet all that changed when He met Her.

It was another day of sunshine and smile for Casanova, and the thought of Victoria was just another memory of encounter. Yet, the very glimpse that caught Casanova’s heart was a Victorian’s Victoria Secrecy, a secrecy that Casanova has always feared most. Victoria stands a personality like no other, so far distant and powerful that a Casanova has no resistance, and unable to defend himself against the will of her power. Then of course, he had never thought he would fall in love for her. So as to himself being a Casanova, knowing the danger was there, he tried to barricade himself from being harmed.

As time went by, the bond between Casanova and Victoria has got closer than Casanova has never thought. Something felt different, where her secrecy slowly swallowed his heart. Then, amazingly Casanova could no longer defend himself against the truth. A truth that could change his life and shatter the curse of lust and betrayal, then comes the new existence of pure love in his heart. A pure love from Victoria’s Secret to savior him, and that was all it took to capture Casanova.

It was a night, a night that could no longer be forgotten when the story of a Princess turn a frog into Prince Charming. It was a wonderful story, a lovely story, yet a tale of romance. But then, it was yet only a night of confession where Casanova fell off from his horse. So then he waited, waited for the very next day of the return of the Princess, where a confession could be revealed too. As anxious as Casanova could be as he has lost himself against the Victoria’s Secrecy, the only moment he could be wishing for was the realm of Princess’s Kiss story tale.

It was an evening, a faithful evening as I recalled clearly. He took her hand, and she held it with warmth. Then, it was the very first kiss of all...a kiss that changed all. Then, it was the birth of Charmmiel. Since then, the enchanted tale of Charmmiel and Victoria has carry on...where it seems endless. With all the happy memory and affection at heart, together as they are and share love of purity and faithfulness, and most of all happiness. Charmmiel, Casanova has gone...somewhere in the midst of unknown.

But for now, it is the time of Charmmiel and Victoria’s Secrecy. Love, faith, and romance...a journey afar awaits for a tomorrow.

By Jacques Yvez

The Waited Kiss of Tale

Alone he has, all along by himself in the unknown.
Covered in shadowed Grey of emotional pain, lives in the heart of a pure and divine soul.
On the isle of no man, stands alone there he would.
Starring blindly into the night, where stars dance in the waltz.

Stars blink across the forms of a lover's affection.
There wonder he has, wishes made if it was Him.
Then comes memory of beloved past, felt he could the love of his lost.
She was his heart, she was his breath, she was his soul, and she was His's.

Love they had shared were untold, deeply buried in the soul beneath loving's heart.
Felt he could in her warmth, a touch of her smile, kiss of bless upon cheeks.
Slowly, memory unfolded tears from the very innocent eyes.
Pain in the heart turns to sorrow, a pot of emptiness filled his loneliness.

Cold he felt, thought of her he has...yet, the never of her has be forever.
A forever soul that long disappeared in the universe, long gone without paper trail.
Miracles has been forgotten for wishes were not answer, yet never gave up in his heart, for She stood still in a room of warmth with love and care.
Yet he stands alone, cold and dark, unable to foresee the the road ahead.

He felt lost, so lost that life means nothing and empty, so lost in a world of darkness.
Where lights were no questions of existence, sadly and kept in darkness of Him.
Confused he has, it felt hopeless for life...nothing more could be done than the answer of the end.
When ends the answer of his sorrows and pain, the blood of his love shares the life of his Light.

He missed her for long, the emotions stabbed of him.
Left the scars of her in his heart, touch he did and felt the existence of her past.
Mesmerizing him with her smile, happiness, and again the love she gave once.
Once, to a man of everything that stood still, a man of wisdom and faith.

But it's all lost, despaired in the well of death.
Walked alone in the cold, in the rain, in the snow.
The fog surrounded him with coldness, yet sorrow.
He thought for a moment, what could there be in the distance? Where She stands?

Love, the joy of all, the happiness of all.
He missed the adoring here, the lovely sweetness of her smile.
Along he walked, she passed him in memory.
Then he smiled, and whispered to himself in joy.

"My love...I..." says He, with tears rolling down his cheeks.
A stop pulled him apart, apart from the reality of Love.
Then yet came another soft voice, "Dear Love...".
Widen his eyes they were, and kneel quickly he did.

"My love...." again says Him, with pain.
Yet the weakness in his heart put him to a stop.
He cried, he cried with pain.
Tears of sorrow and loneliness lived in him.
Tears of a man, slowly swallowed him alive.

Then yelled came from Him, "My Love....." with pain and agony from his heart.
The sufferings over the years had turned a man to dust, dust of sadness and pain.
The darkness put him lying on the floor, then with the eyes starring in the cloudy grey sky.
The doom he felt meant meaningless in his life.

Again and again, he cried harder.
He missed her, he missed all her love and joy.
The appreciation and affection of their beautiful lives together, was now a story left in his heart.
He missed her more, so much more than words could ever described.
He missed so much and felt the desperation of her existence.

He cried, it felt endless in Him.
The cry of sorrow and pain, the feel of infinite.
Endless road of sorrow and pain, wish He had for better sky.
Yet, dwelled of Him in the darkness.

A cried so loud, roam the sky.
It was then the final cried, "I miss you, love...".
Finally, said it has.
The words that brought him back, in tears and cold shivering pain.

Yet, the memory of her lives on in his heart.
A memory that has never been forgot.
A tale of Love scattered the affection of Him.
Then came the Angel, a touch of Life.

Savior Him from the end, flowers grew on fields.
Felt he has, fresh and lively as they were.
He once lived, still live world of love.
A touch of her, came the Tale of a waited Kiss.

The kiss of her's, the very first kiss.
A kiss of love and lust, and affections.
Felt warmth in the heart of both, surrounded with love and light.
The light of hope and life, where distance was shown in his path.

It was a memory that lived forever, forever in his heart.
In the loving memory of love, He lives.
Cheerish all that He has, he smiled again.
He remembers her, in the very soul of His and Her of the very kiss.

By Jack Ho

The Historic Record in Olympics

I came across this video again, and it is the Beijing Olympics 2008 Men's Swimming 4x100m Freestyle Relay final. It was a showdown that shook the whole world. I was watching it live at home in television with my family that day. All of a sudden, my brother and I jumped out of our sofa and started shouting and screaming for USA. It was a really close race, furious, extremely competitive, and most of all shocking.

The effort made by Jason Lezak (USA) was tremendous as it ended with a shocking split time record ever of 46.06s, the very first man in the world to go under 47s. Unbelievably the USA had did it and also to succeed Michael Phelps for 8 gold medals. And I must say, this is the best swimming event I have ever seen in my life. Till this day, whenever I watch this video it would just give me a chill and emotion of victory made history.

Enjoy the show!

by Jack Ho

Mother of a Cold Heart

A mother's love knows no boundary,
Yet a boundary of the unknown is unseen,
Then comes the time of Motherly's warmth,
Care and Love share her destiny.

Deny neither a Mother's protection,
For a Queen lives in a Castle,
Blinded she might of the distance,
Yet then Perfect a thought she has.

Slowly a meal she swallows,
Each day it grows with hunger,
Then end comes with self-denial,
The grow of anger, hatred, and jealousy,
Became obsessive a Mother has.

All that surrounds turn possessions,
Heavily guarded in the arms of barbaric forces,
Forgotten the needs and value she has,
As the mind has lost the directions.

Mother's jealousy became a Weapon,
A destructive force storms in nature,
Viciously stabs into an innocent heart,
Cold blooded of a mother's love,
Pain and suffering paid the debt of Her's.

Yet still lies in the question of freedom,
Will she ever find freedom?
Wander she has,
Fought against the darkness she still,
But her heart remains Pure and Strong,
For a victor's Victorian's Secrecy forgot never its origin.

Denial a Mother has gone,
Another heart-breaking moment of tears and pain,
Wish it never was,
Yet reality speaks of its truth.

Truth comes in harm's way,
A path that denial has no chance,
Lose it must for Truth speaks of the Heart,
Yet a cold heart will be burn to ashes.

Forgotten the love she had,
Possessive she is,
Narcissist named Her life,
The madness unfold visage of the devil.

Yet, the Victorian's remains pure,
With the Touch of love and care,
Never forget and freedom comes,
Walk across a field of joy,
Leaves a Cold Heart left,
Then comes a serve of Happiness.

By Jacque Yvez

MASA Training

Recently, it has been thought swimmers in MASA have expanded, especially among the kiddies. Then of course, it is a good thing to see more kids with potential putting up their talents in the pool.

But just a little thought personally, it is school holiday now which most kids have the time to enjoy their activities. But yet, most of the kids who come swimming are often being pushed by their parents. In way, still, majority of the swimmers (young ones) are there for recreational fitness activity or as well as learn to swim in order to strengthen their skills. In this case, many talents could be spotted as well throughout the potentiality exposed by the swimmers themselves. I was a little surprise some kids eventually love training so much that they even asked for more, yet of course some felt tired and would just wanna go home.

As a matter of fact, which I would like to emphasize on are the kids who are enthusiastically about swimming. Now, as a few of us have seen (including coaches) and I'm not too sure about the committee members, each year MASA is losing senior swimmers gradually to a level where Group 1 will no longer perform to the expected level in nation wide standard. Hence, my point is Senior batch is having less swimmers, especially those who can perform, and current avail swimmers are only able to perform with limitations due to physical size matter, and as well as their commitment to training and goals which have been seen very little. It doesn't matter how many medals they have won or where they have been to, but it is their performance that has to be widely recognized; time achievement, performance efficiency, consistency, persistence, perseverance, commitment, determination and discipline.

So the idea it why not start putting more focus in the younger groups where coaches are able to develop and further improve the standard of these youngsters. Of course, I'm not saying total ignorance on the senior side but coaches and committee must have a proper management in balancing such development and maintenance of swimmers' performance. As many people have complains and argue over years in the MASA committee, disregards who they are, as swimmers we have all seen words and arguments that demeaned swimmers' potential. You see, a committee is a management in handling its association with objectives, strategy, and commitment of course. MASA is a none profitable association as I could see, then again many would always face the problems of arguments among parents regarding the advantage of being in the committee. Likewise, most parents are in the committee for the sake of benefiting and protecting their own child. Hence, I do strongly against the ideology of having parents as committee as over the years, perhaps ever since MASA was born, many unnecessary problems have been caused and never resolved which still remains as a conflict till these date, thus MASA has nearly become as Political Party instead.

Thus, why not have better people who are capable of running the association professionally? Professional standard means to be able to manage the association with proper, formal, and standardized formative management strategy. It is already year 2008 right now, and in the world of globalization and modernization why not have things workout in a better way rather using informal and unplanned strategical management skills and format. Perhaps, people should really consider a better change if they want to further improve MASA, not just by words but ACTIONS!

Now, there is also another major problem which is strongly encountered in MASA. Parents and their dissatisfaction, and complains. Parents play an important role in this matter because they are the ones who send their children for training. But then, some parents think they can be better than coaches and often make noises. Again, those noises are complains and gossips which are against the committee and coaches. Now, first thing first, a committee must stay firm to itself because it is the committee that run the association and not parents who stand watch their children swimming. A committee has to be firm and strong at its own feet, and not easily moved by others such as parents, media, press, public, etc. Thus, if a committee would be easily escalated and provoked by these groups outside the committee, which in the end it would mean a fall for the committee's stronghold where they are unable to protect themselves and the association. Hence, people will easily interfere and affect MASA easily, as it is just like cutting down a tree with a chainsaw.

MASA, the only swimming association in Miri, has been known to produced great swimmers in Malaysia. Of course, it is where all great swimmers started swimming, but they furthered themselves in other places as well. In the AGM meetings over the years, the committee has constantly reported MASA swimmers have gone to SEA Games, Commonwealth Games, Olympic Games, and World Champs as well. Okay, honestly from my opinion, there is no doubt they started swimming from MASA, BUT these swimmers with high achievements were also being trained somewhere else after they left MASA, which is Bukit Jalil. These swimmers no longer train in MASA ever since their departure to Bukit Jalil. Okay, there is nothing by putting them as the iconic figure for swimming, but it would be wiser to describe their achievement in a proper truth. Many people were let confused because they often thought these highly performed swimmers were being trained in Miri. Yes, only when they were still young and not older.

Take some time to think about it readers. I believe some of you may have also gone through problems where it became the very reason why you quit swimming, or also swimmers or parents who are still actively involve in swimming. It is time to be more considerate, intellectual, rational, mature and supportive, disregard who you are. Swimming is a sport, it is not a fight of political matters. It is your child who swim in the pool and compete, not you because you are only a spectator on the bench just like anyone else sitting beside you. Love your children? Better start considering what your child has to say, and not you. As for the committee, it is in the hope that they are to keep up a better work and towards better future, because improvement is the very need for better expectations.

by Jack Ho

Victoria

Recently, I met a girl name Victoria. At first, I did not have the idea of who she was at all, but of course, like any other strangers Victoria was completely somebody I never knew. Yet, the name Victoria did give me a deja vu in a way where her name appears to be unique and meaningful to me. I have always admired names like Victoria where it represents the class of aristocracy, royalty and elegance, and thus she was highly expected in my very eyes. And yet, a secrecy that lies beneath a Victorian.

Then, when the path came along where we met, the very first sight of Victoria was extravaganza as it felt an angelic orchestra was well and perfectly played all along. She has the silky smooth long wavy hair of a snow lady, fair skin complexion of an angel, eyes that gaze into the stars of universe, lips that sweetened with flavor of sweetness, a smile that speaks of harmony and joy, with cheeks blush originally pink, and of course the very beauty of a Victorian's uniqueness.

The moment where a soft voice passed along the path, it literally unfolds the light from lightyears distant afar galaxy. Never knew I had that her voice would be so harmonic and mesmerizing. The blink of her eyes felt like a wondrous closure of nature's beauty insight, yet the very blink that caught my heart with warmth and fear made a catastrophic fall of thunder from Zeus. Neither the power of mankind nor well-being could savior the soul of its victim. But then the very touch of her smile could be the deadliest of all, yet a trap it has where another step taken will be another fall.

As time goes by, the time taken has unfold the deeds of a Victorian. Her personality filled with uniqueness, her desire filled with strengths to fight against the world, and her beauty that represents identity which speaks of herself. But most of all, the heart that a Victorian possesses has never been seen or knew by any until the very day it bleeds. A heart of kindness, love and care, that protect what Victoria has, then which gives her the power to resist the desire of all in nature. Yet a stronghold within her heart gives the entity of Victoria's Secret. A secrecy that meant nothing but her own uniqueness.

As cold as she can be, the thirst of blood comes in the night where the full moon rises. During the day an angel she is where no one could reject the power she holds. But then, the fallen has never been forgotten where once a curse has brought upon, then comes the power of a victor's Victoria to bring victory of vicious victorious victor's Victorian's Victoria Secrecy. Every single touch she brought is lethal than any other vicious known venom to mankind, and yet it is the deadliest of all that broke the curse of One and gave freedom.

What deed does it bring? Victorian's secrecy has once long lied in the very path of mine and yet now it has become the reality of a dream. A dream that set beauty to its entity and present to mankind where the blood thirsty vampires do not touch a single drop of blood again. How harmonic could it have been? Years of indulgence in the unknown now comes the very real answer of dissolving the curse. Yet, only Victoria possesses a charm that will be the only thirst.

The Victorian's Victoria of the secrecy is indeed the Angel of darkness, the lust and thirst of blood of One is the hunger for more freedom and all that dwells within the nature. Spoke of a word she has, while I was right beside of her. Yet that smile she has given will never fade away in the memory heart of mine. Yet again, Victoria is none other than Victorian's Victoria rather than a secrecy with a thirst of blood and love. Deeds, indeed she has of desires of the very own life lies in Victoria.

By Jacque Yvez