昨天，我发现家里的小兔子终于睁开眼睛了。一星期前，我还是亲眼目睹着这些小生命呱呱坠地的呢。我把一只小兔子从笼里拿出来，带进家里，放在地上，让它自由走动。
起初，小兔子在这新环境中感到害怕，在地上发抖，不敢动。我抚摸着那柔软的小毛球，轻轻地推动着它的脚。它似乎从我手中得到了力量，勇敢地跨出了第一步。后来，它可能是适应了，便在我家的地上跑了起来。但由于地面太滑，它摔倒在地上。
小兔子努力地挣扎着，爬了起来，又开始走动了。但它幼小的脚还是使它再次滑倒。但它不气馁，再次站起来，平稳自己。就这样，反复了好多次 — 起来，走动，跌到，起来，走动，跌到，起来……
看着它，我心中不禁想起，我这个比它大几百倍的人，竟然比不上一只小兔子！
记得从前，我也像它一样。小学三年级时，学校的老师鼓励我去参加一场钢琴比赛。胆小如鼠的我，虽然知道自己的钢琴水准不错，但是还是一口拒绝了。毕竟这是州赛啊！但老师不停地劝导着我，同学们也一直鼓励我，家人也不停地支持我去参加。在各方面的压迫之下，向来都不坚持自己的立场的我，答应去参加了。
比赛成绩出乎我的意料，却不出我家人的意料 — 我得了冠军！这么大的荣幸，推动着我，我决定以后每年都要参与这项比赛。就这样，每年，我都得了冠军。身边的朋友都称我为“钢琴公主”。
家人宠着我，朋友仰慕我，老师称赞我。虽然如此，我并不自豪。而就因为我没骄傲，所以我相信胜利总是属于谦卑的人。我没有自豪，但我太自信了。
好花不常开，好景不常在。中一那年，我第一次参加中学级的钢琴赛。虽然如此，我还是信心饱满地等待成绩。
正所谓“爬得高，跌得重”。成绩公布时，我只得了安慰奖。当时的我有如晴天霹雳，整颗心冷了下来。我面对不了我的朋友，面对不了自己。有的人说“失望是最苦的苦菜”，他们说对了。
从那天起，我不弹钢琴了，更不用说去参加什么钢琴比赛。我看不起自己，觉得好丢脸。家人的劝勉，我当作耳边风。钢琴与我，成了陌生人。
但现在？望着眼前的小兔子 — 咦，兔子呢？这时，我听见房里传出一阵叫声，原来小兔子已经走进姐姐的睡房了！好远的路程啊。
我笑了，我拿出抽屉中的一张表格，填了。后来，我翻开琴盖，开始为半年后的钢琴赛作出准备。
我曾经跌到，现在爬起来了。你呢？
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Friday, October 9, 2009
A Journal on a 5-Day-Trip to Cameron HIghlands
1 December 2008
My birthday! To celebrate this special day, my Science teacher got me a special birthday treat — a trip to Cameron Highlands! Haha, just kidding. It was a class trip that my Science teacher had been planning since June, and that's like — six months ago. Anyway, after a teary farewell with my family (hey, I've never stayed away from my family before!), I was ready to go. I reached the school hall, where most of my classmates were already assembled. And then, on the bus! And now I'm sitting on the bus, writing this entry, getting more and more nauseated. Ah...we've finally reached the place! Now all we have to do is to survive the long way up the hill. Well, now I'm sitting on the bed of our hotel, and I just want to admit that I vomited halfway up the hill. And I still feel very ill now, so all my classmates have gone on without me. While they're having fun roaming the green hills of Cameron Highlands, I'll be lying in bed with a green face. Well, at least we have a colour in common.
2 December 2008
Yay! I feel as fit as a fiddle again. I don't know what's so fit about a fiddle, but whatever. I just wanted to sound impressive. Anyway, back to the point. We went for jungle walks today! The jungle was so quiet and mysterious. All the leaves were whispering in the wind. I don't know why, but I just wanted to scream and dance. Luckily, I hadn't any breath left for that. I was SO TIRED! But I won't elaborate on that. We trekked through the jungle, occasionally seeing wild flowers of a species that we have never seen before. And we also saw all kinds of animals. Once we even saw a peacock. A peacock in a jungle? Sounds so wrong.
3 December 2008
Hey, sorry I couldn't continue on that jungle entry last night. I just fell asleep in the middle of the entry! Well, I did mention that I was tired, right? Anyway, today we visited the vegetable and strawberry farms! The vegetable farm was so — so — so — green. I'm serious. It was so green that we could actually feel the freshness and coldness of it. Well, of course it was cold, but by saying cold, I mean cold and clean. After the vegetable farm, we went to the delightful strawberry farm! I've never seen such lovely strawberries before. Big, red, juicy, shiny — they were perfect. How did I know they were juicy, you may ask. Well, that was simply because we actually had the chance to taste it! With cream! Strawberries and cream! Cream and strawberries! Okay, okay.
4 December 2008
It was the Boh Tea Estate's turn to be visited today. Visited by us, I mean. It was located along a winding road. Well, you won't believe me, but it was even greener than the vegetable farm. Tea leaves grew everywhere. Everywhere we went, we saw tea leaves. Hey, I seem to be running out of words. Anyway, we visited a factory. Guess what that factory made! Yes, tea. We sat back and put our feet up and relaxed with a cup of tea like any big boss might do so. Well, minus the putting-feet-up, of course. We just sat and relaxed and drank tea. The tea was — awesome. I'll never feel content with normal tea after this.
5 December 2008
Time to go home! I really enjoyed my trip to Cameron Highlands. I wasn't sick on the way back, but I didn't exactly enjoy the trip home. Because I MISS CAMERON HIGHLANDS SO MUCH! If only I can go there every year!
My birthday! To celebrate this special day, my Science teacher got me a special birthday treat — a trip to Cameron Highlands! Haha, just kidding. It was a class trip that my Science teacher had been planning since June, and that's like — six months ago. Anyway, after a teary farewell with my family (hey, I've never stayed away from my family before!), I was ready to go. I reached the school hall, where most of my classmates were already assembled. And then, on the bus! And now I'm sitting on the bus, writing this entry, getting more and more nauseated. Ah...we've finally reached the place! Now all we have to do is to survive the long way up the hill. Well, now I'm sitting on the bed of our hotel, and I just want to admit that I vomited halfway up the hill. And I still feel very ill now, so all my classmates have gone on without me. While they're having fun roaming the green hills of Cameron Highlands, I'll be lying in bed with a green face. Well, at least we have a colour in common.
2 December 2008
Yay! I feel as fit as a fiddle again. I don't know what's so fit about a fiddle, but whatever. I just wanted to sound impressive. Anyway, back to the point. We went for jungle walks today! The jungle was so quiet and mysterious. All the leaves were whispering in the wind. I don't know why, but I just wanted to scream and dance. Luckily, I hadn't any breath left for that. I was SO TIRED! But I won't elaborate on that. We trekked through the jungle, occasionally seeing wild flowers of a species that we have never seen before. And we also saw all kinds of animals. Once we even saw a peacock. A peacock in a jungle? Sounds so wrong.
3 December 2008
Hey, sorry I couldn't continue on that jungle entry last night. I just fell asleep in the middle of the entry! Well, I did mention that I was tired, right? Anyway, today we visited the vegetable and strawberry farms! The vegetable farm was so — so — so — green. I'm serious. It was so green that we could actually feel the freshness and coldness of it. Well, of course it was cold, but by saying cold, I mean cold and clean. After the vegetable farm, we went to the delightful strawberry farm! I've never seen such lovely strawberries before. Big, red, juicy, shiny — they were perfect. How did I know they were juicy, you may ask. Well, that was simply because we actually had the chance to taste it! With cream! Strawberries and cream! Cream and strawberries! Okay, okay.
4 December 2008
It was the Boh Tea Estate's turn to be visited today. Visited by us, I mean. It was located along a winding road. Well, you won't believe me, but it was even greener than the vegetable farm. Tea leaves grew everywhere. Everywhere we went, we saw tea leaves. Hey, I seem to be running out of words. Anyway, we visited a factory. Guess what that factory made! Yes, tea. We sat back and put our feet up and relaxed with a cup of tea like any big boss might do so. Well, minus the putting-feet-up, of course. We just sat and relaxed and drank tea. The tea was — awesome. I'll never feel content with normal tea after this.
5 December 2008
Time to go home! I really enjoyed my trip to Cameron Highlands. I wasn't sick on the way back, but I didn't exactly enjoy the trip home. Because I MISS CAMERON HIGHLANDS SO MUCH! If only I can go there every year!
Friday, October 2, 2009
我难以忘怀的一段美好回忆
在我五岁那一年的年终假期，妈妈带我去报名。“报什么名呀？”，我问。“明年要去幼儿园啦。”妈妈答道。听见时，我心里十分紧张，但也有着一点点的期待。
六岁的那年，开学第一天，七点我就自动醒了。连我的身体也和我一样，那么地迫不及待要上幼儿园。七点四十五，我牵着外婆的手，和邻家的婉涵一同等巴士。她比我小一年，今天也是她去幼儿园的第一天。见到她母亲时，我就叫了声“安娣！”。婉涵也朝着我的外婆说：“婆婆！”。两位家长彼此笑了笑，似乎很光荣。
巴士到达卫理幼儿园了，我和外婆下车了。这下，我开始害怕起来。从小，我认识的朋友并不多。除了婉涵之外，就只有以前的保姆的女儿了。她比我大六、七年，我只称她为“姐姐”，至今也不知道她的名字。
这时，我的老师 — 李桂花老师，走了上来，亲切地欢迎我。我外婆伴着我上楼，进班，坐下。我右边坐着一个男孩。“她叫李美心，你呢？”我外婆问道。“哦，我叫陈x健。”他对我露出斯文，羞涩的笑容。从那一刻起，我们就是好朋友了。
幼儿园的日子，过得有点迷糊。我不能把所有细节记得一清二楚，不过在记忆中，并没有发生任何真正伤心的事情。或许是当时的我，和其他朋友，都是单纯的一群。每天早上，上课前，我都会和同学们在楼下玩“追追”。开始时，我并没有参与他们，我坐在楼上，每天都这样一个人坐着。自闭得很。后来有一次，有个别班的小弟弟不知做了什么 — 好像是从我们楼上的走廊，爬上了屋顶。我还记得老师很生气地把他追回来，大骂了一顿。那次以后，老师就不再允许任何学生一个人逗留在上面了。于是，我只好下楼，和其他同学一起玩。想不到他们也这么自然地接纳了我，这是我第一次感觉到自己不是外星人。
有时候，有的同学会向我竖起拇指说：“跟你好！”。我不明白他们要表达的意思，只好敷衍地笑笑，带过了。直到有一天，他们集体向我伸出拇指叫道：“跟你好！”。我有点不知所措，便也向他们伸出自己的拇指。想不到他们每个都用自己的拇指去碰我的，然后就很兴奋地喊出一声“耶！”。几天后，坐在我左边的男孩又哭了（他每小时至少哭两次），我就很想逗他开心，于是向他竖起拇指说：“跟你好！”。他笑了。
记得有一次，上音乐课时，老师挑了几位同学出来唱歌。第一个是素贤，若没记错，她唱的歌是和太阳有关的。她唱完后，老师左看右看，很不幸运地就看中我了。老师知道我父母是受英文教育的，却不知道我在家是说华语的，所以就叫我唱英文版的“一闪一闪亮晶晶”。老师坐在钢琴前开始弹奏起来了，我也无奈地开始唱了。我从小就是个文静，胆小的女孩，现在要我在大家面前独唱简直就是要我的命，于是 — 我忘词了。才唱了不到三句，我就停着发呆。老师把整首歌弹完后，就说：“很好！很好！美心唱得很好听！大家拍手！”。真奇怪！
数着数着，十年已过去了。现在的我，十六岁了，长大了，成熟了，经验也多了。十年前的我，只会生气，不会讨厌。只懂得忘记，不懂得原谅。只会泪流满面，不会欲哭无泪。只懂得放弃，不懂得牺牲。
我长大了。不再是从前那天真、单纯的小女孩了。现在，我能把童年的美好回忆写成一篇文章。从前的我，或许只能写出一句“我好开心！”。但我总觉得那一句，比这篇文章更能表达出我的感受。
如今，一切都改变了。一切都过去了。但我会经常提醒自己，不要只追想那美丽的昨天，而要努力地把今天也变成明天的美好回忆。
六岁的那年，开学第一天，七点我就自动醒了。连我的身体也和我一样，那么地迫不及待要上幼儿园。七点四十五，我牵着外婆的手，和邻家的婉涵一同等巴士。她比我小一年，今天也是她去幼儿园的第一天。见到她母亲时，我就叫了声“安娣！”。婉涵也朝着我的外婆说：“婆婆！”。两位家长彼此笑了笑，似乎很光荣。
巴士到达卫理幼儿园了，我和外婆下车了。这下，我开始害怕起来。从小，我认识的朋友并不多。除了婉涵之外，就只有以前的保姆的女儿了。她比我大六、七年，我只称她为“姐姐”，至今也不知道她的名字。
这时，我的老师 — 李桂花老师，走了上来，亲切地欢迎我。我外婆伴着我上楼，进班，坐下。我右边坐着一个男孩。“她叫李美心，你呢？”我外婆问道。“哦，我叫陈x健。”他对我露出斯文，羞涩的笑容。从那一刻起，我们就是好朋友了。
幼儿园的日子，过得有点迷糊。我不能把所有细节记得一清二楚，不过在记忆中，并没有发生任何真正伤心的事情。或许是当时的我，和其他朋友，都是单纯的一群。每天早上，上课前，我都会和同学们在楼下玩“追追”。开始时，我并没有参与他们，我坐在楼上，每天都这样一个人坐着。自闭得很。后来有一次，有个别班的小弟弟不知做了什么 — 好像是从我们楼上的走廊，爬上了屋顶。我还记得老师很生气地把他追回来，大骂了一顿。那次以后，老师就不再允许任何学生一个人逗留在上面了。于是，我只好下楼，和其他同学一起玩。想不到他们也这么自然地接纳了我，这是我第一次感觉到自己不是外星人。
有时候，有的同学会向我竖起拇指说：“跟你好！”。我不明白他们要表达的意思，只好敷衍地笑笑，带过了。直到有一天，他们集体向我伸出拇指叫道：“跟你好！”。我有点不知所措，便也向他们伸出自己的拇指。想不到他们每个都用自己的拇指去碰我的，然后就很兴奋地喊出一声“耶！”。几天后，坐在我左边的男孩又哭了（他每小时至少哭两次），我就很想逗他开心，于是向他竖起拇指说：“跟你好！”。他笑了。
记得有一次，上音乐课时，老师挑了几位同学出来唱歌。第一个是素贤，若没记错，她唱的歌是和太阳有关的。她唱完后，老师左看右看，很不幸运地就看中我了。老师知道我父母是受英文教育的，却不知道我在家是说华语的，所以就叫我唱英文版的“一闪一闪亮晶晶”。老师坐在钢琴前开始弹奏起来了，我也无奈地开始唱了。我从小就是个文静，胆小的女孩，现在要我在大家面前独唱简直就是要我的命，于是 — 我忘词了。才唱了不到三句，我就停着发呆。老师把整首歌弹完后，就说：“很好！很好！美心唱得很好听！大家拍手！”。真奇怪！
数着数着，十年已过去了。现在的我，十六岁了，长大了，成熟了，经验也多了。十年前的我，只会生气，不会讨厌。只懂得忘记，不懂得原谅。只会泪流满面，不会欲哭无泪。只懂得放弃，不懂得牺牲。
我长大了。不再是从前那天真、单纯的小女孩了。现在，我能把童年的美好回忆写成一篇文章。从前的我，或许只能写出一句“我好开心！”。但我总觉得那一句，比这篇文章更能表达出我的感受。
如今，一切都改变了。一切都过去了。但我会经常提醒自己，不要只追想那美丽的昨天，而要努力地把今天也变成明天的美好回忆。
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Complete the story given the ending
She was the loveliest girl in the world. Her face was more beautiful than the angels from pictures. Her figure was more perfect than a Barbie doll's. Her steps were daintier than the fairies from storybooks, and as for her voice, it matched her name perfectly — Belle.
I am Kenneth. I am an ordinary human being, but luckier, perhaps, than most people. For I have had the honour to become Belle's first ever lover and protector, and she had agreed to marry me in October! That was joyous news indeed, and I could not sleep for five days, out of pure excitement.
I could still remember that magical night. My engagement ring was prepared, I was dressed smartly, and we were dancing in a dimly lit restaurant. When the music stopped, I did it in the old-fashioned way, going down on one knee. "Belle, will you —" I began, and stopped in horror. The ring was nowhere to be found! That must have been the thud when I was getting out of the car — I had dropped it.
Most of the people in the restaurant were watching us. Some boo-ed, and the others laughed unkindly. But she did neither. I must have had a really desperate look on my face, because she suddenly threw her arms around my neck and declared loudly that she would be my wife.
October was a month away, much too long for me. I found it difficult to contain my emotions, and was afraid of a nervous breakdown on the eve of my wedding. So, I followed my friend's advice, and went on a vacation to the beach for a whole week. I spent many hours alone on the beach, and found that it was very calming. I returned home a week later, full of confidence and peace, and most of all, joy.
I hurried to Belle's house as soon as I reached home. I wanted to bring her the little collection of seashells that I had found on the beach. However, when I reached her house, the door was shut and locked. I was just raising my hand to press the doorbell, when I happened to glance inside through the window. And I saw a sight that I would never forget.
Belle was lip-to-lip with he richest man in town, Julius. And on her finger, a diamond ring glittered.
My head drooped, and I returned home with a heart of lead. During the next few days, I had beer for breakfast, lunch and dinner, and much more besides. One day, however, I woke up with a strange feeling in my heart that was not sadness.
I have always been a gentle man. But on that day, there rose a hatred in my heart so deep and wild and strong, that it was as if a volcano had erupted in my body. I drove over to Belle's house, well over the speed limit of the road. When I reached her house, I strode up to her front door, and without bothering to knock, crashed it open.
She was sitting at her writing desk, pen in hand. Her diary was open in front of her. The monster inside my soul made me stomp towards her, and I struck her with my fist. She fell to the ground, quite unable to move, and gazed at me imploringly. Disregarding the pleading look in her eyes, I took up her diary.
"No...don't...read..." she mumbled weakly. But I was not going to give in. I read the page that was open on her diary.
"Dear Diary, my heart is broken. I really didn't want to disappoint Kenneth like that...but what choice did I have? I would never have agreed to marry Julius if Mother hadn't been so ill and in need of money. Dear Diary...on that day when Julius suddenly pulled me towards him and kissed me, I saw Kenneth at the window. He was walking away..."
"Dear Diary, I miss Kenneth so much. But there were only two people for me to choose between. One, who had carried me in her womb for nine months, and in her arms for many more years. The other, who had held me in his arms for just five years."
"Dear Diary, I hear heavy footsteps coming up the path. It can't be Kenneth, because he is far too gentle, and it can't be Julius, for he has flown to Thailand. So it must be a burglar. I do hope he will kill me, for I don't want to live anymore. Dear Diary, I —"
The entry ended here. I looked down once more at the pitiful figure on the floor, and met her gaze squarely. There was nothing but pain and frustration in her eyes.
I am Kenneth. I am an ordinary human being, but luckier, perhaps, than most people. For I have had the honour to become Belle's first ever lover and protector, and she had agreed to marry me in October! That was joyous news indeed, and I could not sleep for five days, out of pure excitement.
I could still remember that magical night. My engagement ring was prepared, I was dressed smartly, and we were dancing in a dimly lit restaurant. When the music stopped, I did it in the old-fashioned way, going down on one knee. "Belle, will you —" I began, and stopped in horror. The ring was nowhere to be found! That must have been the thud when I was getting out of the car — I had dropped it.
Most of the people in the restaurant were watching us. Some boo-ed, and the others laughed unkindly. But she did neither. I must have had a really desperate look on my face, because she suddenly threw her arms around my neck and declared loudly that she would be my wife.
October was a month away, much too long for me. I found it difficult to contain my emotions, and was afraid of a nervous breakdown on the eve of my wedding. So, I followed my friend's advice, and went on a vacation to the beach for a whole week. I spent many hours alone on the beach, and found that it was very calming. I returned home a week later, full of confidence and peace, and most of all, joy.
I hurried to Belle's house as soon as I reached home. I wanted to bring her the little collection of seashells that I had found on the beach. However, when I reached her house, the door was shut and locked. I was just raising my hand to press the doorbell, when I happened to glance inside through the window. And I saw a sight that I would never forget.
Belle was lip-to-lip with he richest man in town, Julius. And on her finger, a diamond ring glittered.
My head drooped, and I returned home with a heart of lead. During the next few days, I had beer for breakfast, lunch and dinner, and much more besides. One day, however, I woke up with a strange feeling in my heart that was not sadness.
I have always been a gentle man. But on that day, there rose a hatred in my heart so deep and wild and strong, that it was as if a volcano had erupted in my body. I drove over to Belle's house, well over the speed limit of the road. When I reached her house, I strode up to her front door, and without bothering to knock, crashed it open.
She was sitting at her writing desk, pen in hand. Her diary was open in front of her. The monster inside my soul made me stomp towards her, and I struck her with my fist. She fell to the ground, quite unable to move, and gazed at me imploringly. Disregarding the pleading look in her eyes, I took up her diary.
"No...don't...read..." she mumbled weakly. But I was not going to give in. I read the page that was open on her diary.
"Dear Diary, my heart is broken. I really didn't want to disappoint Kenneth like that...but what choice did I have? I would never have agreed to marry Julius if Mother hadn't been so ill and in need of money. Dear Diary...on that day when Julius suddenly pulled me towards him and kissed me, I saw Kenneth at the window. He was walking away..."
"Dear Diary, I miss Kenneth so much. But there were only two people for me to choose between. One, who had carried me in her womb for nine months, and in her arms for many more years. The other, who had held me in his arms for just five years."
"Dear Diary, I hear heavy footsteps coming up the path. It can't be Kenneth, because he is far too gentle, and it can't be Julius, for he has flown to Thailand. So it must be a burglar. I do hope he will kill me, for I don't want to live anymore. Dear Diary, I —"
The entry ended here. I looked down once more at the pitiful figure on the floor, and met her gaze squarely. There was nothing but pain and frustration in her eyes.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
孤单 (for chinese class de)
独自望着四面墙
手机铃声不曾响
作伴的除了思想
只有墙角的蟑螂
走到街头吹夜风
心情仍然是沉闷
擦肩而过的路人
感情并不会变深
搬到这城市以后
还未交个新朋友
虽然也不算有仇
但路总要独自走
没有人和你交谈
没有人会令你烦
电影总一个人看
你说这就是孤单
朋友，你错了
这
并不算什么
其实你还可以很快乐
周围坐着许多人
都是同班同学们
曾经在一起不分
现在已不能相认
想参与他们笑声
想和他们一起疯
才想到已变陌生
好朋友已作不成
每当老师没进班
他们就闲聊交谈
笑容都如此灿烂
有没有我都一样
仿佛成了隐形人
因为已经没身份
心中像被一枚针
刺着后隐隐作疼
朋友
当你在一群曾相识的人中
和当你在一群陌生人中
感觉会很不同
当你脸红
当你心痛
失去笑容
你就会懂
当你的心在呐喊
当左右的曾是你的同伴
当你正在遗憾
朋友，你才会体会真正的孤单
p/s: When I wrote this one, I really felt it...and was next-door-neighbours with crying all the time I was writing it. It seemed so meaningful, and described my feelings so well. Erm...but...this one was written about...like...2 months plus ago...so this is so totally not my current feeling. Things are pretty much the same actually...but I'm different. And as for you...you make all the difference...you make me feel happy! ^^
p/p/s: This one was quite heavily corrected by the teacher, but I didn't put the corrections up there, coz if I did then it wouldn't rhyme and the number of words wouldn't fit.
p/p/p/s: I've put the original poem that I was going to send in, but changed my mind and wrote another, in the comments...if anybody would care to see it.
p/p/p/p/s: That one is lagi not my feelings, I just put it there for remembrance.
手机铃声不曾响
作伴的除了思想
只有墙角的蟑螂
走到街头吹夜风
心情仍然是沉闷
擦肩而过的路人
感情并不会变深
搬到这城市以后
还未交个新朋友
虽然也不算有仇
但路总要独自走
没有人和你交谈
没有人会令你烦
电影总一个人看
你说这就是孤单
朋友，你错了
这
并不算什么
其实你还可以很快乐
周围坐着许多人
都是同班同学们
曾经在一起不分
现在已不能相认
想参与他们笑声
想和他们一起疯
才想到已变陌生
好朋友已作不成
每当老师没进班
他们就闲聊交谈
笑容都如此灿烂
有没有我都一样
仿佛成了隐形人
因为已经没身份
心中像被一枚针
刺着后隐隐作疼
朋友
当你在一群曾相识的人中
和当你在一群陌生人中
感觉会很不同
当你脸红
当你心痛
失去笑容
你就会懂
当你的心在呐喊
当左右的曾是你的同伴
当你正在遗憾
朋友，你才会体会真正的孤单
p/s: When I wrote this one, I really felt it...and was next-door-neighbours with crying all the time I was writing it. It seemed so meaningful, and described my feelings so well. Erm...but...this one was written about...like...2 months plus ago...so this is so totally not my current feeling. Things are pretty much the same actually...but I'm different. And as for you...you make all the difference...you make me feel happy! ^^
p/p/s: This one was quite heavily corrected by the teacher, but I didn't put the corrections up there, coz if I did then it wouldn't rhyme and the number of words wouldn't fit.
p/p/p/s: I've put the original poem that I was going to send in, but changed my mind and wrote another, in the comments...if anybody would care to see it.
p/p/p/p/s: That one is lagi not my feelings, I just put it there for remembrance.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
亲爱的朋友，谢谢你
犹记得我们初次相遇的时候。那一天，是幼儿园开学的第一天。你我都是新生，都没朋友。下课时，我见你孤零零地坐在一旁，便主动向你伸出友谊之手。你欣然接受了，此后你总会用一种感激且仰慕的眼神望着我。从那日起，我们就成了形影不离的好朋友。
过了两年，我们侥幸上了同一间小学。在小学，我们依然是好朋友，不一样的只是我的友情圈子扩大了，而你的朋友只有一个，那就是我。别的朋友都说你性格孤僻，和你在一起闷死了，所以都没兴趣和你交友。我也开始渐渐被他们影响了，和你在一起的目的只不过是因为你功课比我好，而你会很有耐心地陪我一起温习功课，使到我在班上的排名永远维持着前三名。
记得有一次，我一整天只顾着玩耍，结果忘了做老师交代我们做的作文。第二天早上，我才想起，但也太迟了。老师吩咐你负责收全班的作文。当你走到我的位子向我要时，我由于心情不好，脸黑黑地瞪着你，摇了摇头。我见到你的眼神放空了一阵子，似乎在思考些什么，后来你就走了。当你把全班的作文交到老师手上后，老师把手上的纸数了数，然后脸色变得极其不好看。
老师吩咐我们全班站起来，后来老师将作文纸上的名字一个一个念了出来，名字被念到的同学才能坐下。我在位子站着，有如囚犯等着坐电椅，紧张及害怕得不得了。奇怪，就在这时，老师念到我的名字了。许多的问题在我脑海中团团转，但我也不追究了，该是老师看错了吧。我坐了下来，这时候老师也正好念完了。班上还站着的学生有五位。咦，你竟然是其中一位，亏你刚才还装好学生，帮老师收作文！我心中正在暗爽，见到你出去被老师鞭打手心时，更是有满足感。
过了几天，作文派回来了。真的很奇怪，班长竟然把一篇作文放在我桌子上！我拿起来仔细看了看，名字确实是我自己的。但，一整篇作文的字迹，是你的。我终于明白了，原来你知道我没交功课后，就把自己作文上的名字擦掉，写上我的名字。这时，我很懊悔，很内疚，很感动。走到你面前时，我张开口但不知道该说些什么，于是只能看着你。你见到我这狼狈的样子，就向我微微一笑，说：“没关系，朋友嘛……”。
那次以后，我和你的感情又变好了，比幼儿园时还要好。我们小学毕业后，升上了同一间中学，为此而感到很高兴。此时此刻，我们之间的感情比姐妹还要深厚，学校里最亲密的朋友就只有我俩了。最好笑的是有的人竟然误会我们是同性恋！后来还闹到要见辅导老师呢，幸好后来事情解释清楚了。
我对你的关怀总比不上你给我的付出。一天，我们为了一件小事情而吵架 - 错，该是我在骂你才对。一个巴掌拍不响，你并没有开口顶回我，所以不算吵架 - 但我也能意识到你的不满。放学了，我满肚子气地走过马路，准备踏上回家的路程。我并没有注意四周围的事情，所以当你突然且猛然地从背后向我推了一下，我受到了很大的惊吓。我被你推去前面，跌在路旁的草上时，还不知道是你推的。直到我愤怒地转头一看，才见到你倒在血泊中，躺在马路上一动也不动。你的旁边是一辆罗里 - 一辆及时刹车的罗里，不然你将被辗得不成人形了。对不起，是我自己过马路时没有看车。但我也意想不到你会为了救我，甚至连自己的命也不管了。
幸好，及时将你送到医院。幸好，你还能微笑地从急救室走出来，看起来也没事，只不过是头部被一卷纱布包扎着。你笑着说，医生说你只不过是受了轻微的脑部震荡，现在没事了。我只能痴痴地望着你，无言。你说：“没关系，朋友嘛。”
中学毕业了。我们成功申请进入同一间大学，住进同一间宿舍，甚至同房。我们住在一起后，你更是时常照顾我，而且还会每天准时叫我起床。我们的友情似乎是永久不断的了，直到他的出现。他是我们最要好的异性朋友，我们三个时常都在一起。久而久之，我爱上他了。一天，他向我告白，我也当然是接受了他。
自从我和他在一起，我就时常忽略你了。对我而言，我的世界里只能包含他一个人而已。你的心情，你的情绪，你的生活，都与我无关，我都一概不理会了。你，只不过是个普通朋友而已。
起初，你像是不适应我这么样的对待。你依然和我们在一起，依然是个能谈天说地的好朋友。日子久了，我发现你开始疏远我们了。不，应该是疏远他才正确。你依然很看顾我。我想，你该是在吃醋吧。他的确是霸占了从前你和我在一起的时间，但终身伴侣总是比朋友来得重要，我不能因你而放弃他。我太爱他了，也没你那么伟大。
大学毕业了，他也找到稳定的工作了。我们开始有了结婚的打算。我们订了结婚日期，订了戒指，订了婚纱。我和他的感觉都是如此的快乐、幸福！当我得意地将一封请柬交到你手上时，你却目无表情地恭喜我。我对你这反应深感失望，正转身离开时，你又突然牵起我的手，抱着我，深深地祝福我。虽然我不了解你之前给的反应，但还是感到欣慰。
结婚前一天，我打算到你家去闲聊最后一次。去到你家时，我并不需要按门铃，因为我有钥匙。我打开你家门，却见不到你的人影。但，从你房间传来哭泣声。我悄悄地走到你房门口，见你背对着门，坐在床上，痛哭。你真的那么舍不得我吗？后来，我才注意到你手上拿着一张相片。我踮脚尖一看，有种被雷劈的感觉，因为我认得出那张照片。是我亲手拍的，是你和他的合照。
原来，你爱上他了。
我悄悄地离开了，并没有把这事告诉任何人。既然他也不爱你，那我也没必要退出这场游戏。我想，我们结婚的日子久了，你就该会适应了吧。
我的大日子终于来临了。当天的我，春风满面；当天的你，一脸憔悴。我开始有点不高兴了，干嘛你要破坏这好气氛啊？然而，当你走到我和他面前时，却又笑得那么灿烂。是因为你见到他吗？是因为他还能带给你喜乐吗？
“当……当……当当……”
我走进了教堂，走到大家面前。大家都鼓起热烈的掌声。我走到他的身边，幸福地说了“我愿意”。后来就是亲嘴时刻了。
我闭上双眼，亲了。
没有人鼓掌，只有少许的喊叫声。我睁开眼睛一看，原来有人晕倒了。原来那人是你。
这时刻的我真的很气愤。你是故意要搞破坏的吗？还是只想他注意你？结婚礼式完毕，我拉着他说，今天就去度蜜月。他笑着说，好啊，什么都答应你。我把最甜的笑容送给了他。于是，我们就去了。
光阴似箭，不知不觉，两个星期就过了。我们也带着幸福回家了。我们出门去买些日常用品，碰见一位朋友。她的样子很忧愁，我便问其因。她露出惊讶的表情，说，你不知道吗？我摇了摇头。她吞吞吐吐地告诉我了，但我也不太清楚她说了些什么。但要点我记得。她说，你在我结婚当天去世了。
后来才知道，那天你晕倒后就不再醒来了。对不起，我就连出席你的葬礼也来不及了。我去找了你的医生，问个究竟，为何你会死的。他说，你是心脏病爆发而死的。我不敢相信自己的耳朵，我间接成了你的杀人凶手。我再问，你有心脏病吗？怎么从小到大都没听你提起？医生回答说，你的心脏病并不是天生就有的，而是十年前，一场车祸的撞击造成的。
“医生说，我受到一点点的脑部震荡而已啦！别担心，现在没事了，能出院咯！”回想起那时车祸后的你。为了不伤害我，你掩饰。我呢？结婚当天，为了掩饰，我伤害你。甚至成了双重凶手。
几天后，有个律师来到我的家。原来，你把所有的财产都遗留给我了。我问，你的家人呢？律师说，在两年前，你的家人全都在一场车祸中丧命了。我竟然不知道，没去理会……
六年后，孩子五岁了。我照常地到她床边去讲故事，哄她睡觉。今晚的故事和平日的有点不同，是真实故事而不是虚幻的。
故事讲完了，孩子哭了。
我抚摸着她的头，安慰她。她湿着眼眶，问：“妈咪，那这故事的题目是什么啊？”
我想了想，回答说：“‘亲爱的朋友，谢谢你’。”
过了两年，我们侥幸上了同一间小学。在小学，我们依然是好朋友，不一样的只是我的友情圈子扩大了，而你的朋友只有一个，那就是我。别的朋友都说你性格孤僻，和你在一起闷死了，所以都没兴趣和你交友。我也开始渐渐被他们影响了，和你在一起的目的只不过是因为你功课比我好，而你会很有耐心地陪我一起温习功课，使到我在班上的排名永远维持着前三名。
记得有一次，我一整天只顾着玩耍，结果忘了做老师交代我们做的作文。第二天早上，我才想起，但也太迟了。老师吩咐你负责收全班的作文。当你走到我的位子向我要时，我由于心情不好，脸黑黑地瞪着你，摇了摇头。我见到你的眼神放空了一阵子，似乎在思考些什么，后来你就走了。当你把全班的作文交到老师手上后，老师把手上的纸数了数，然后脸色变得极其不好看。
老师吩咐我们全班站起来，后来老师将作文纸上的名字一个一个念了出来，名字被念到的同学才能坐下。我在位子站着，有如囚犯等着坐电椅，紧张及害怕得不得了。奇怪，就在这时，老师念到我的名字了。许多的问题在我脑海中团团转，但我也不追究了，该是老师看错了吧。我坐了下来，这时候老师也正好念完了。班上还站着的学生有五位。咦，你竟然是其中一位，亏你刚才还装好学生，帮老师收作文！我心中正在暗爽，见到你出去被老师鞭打手心时，更是有满足感。
过了几天，作文派回来了。真的很奇怪，班长竟然把一篇作文放在我桌子上！我拿起来仔细看了看，名字确实是我自己的。但，一整篇作文的字迹，是你的。我终于明白了，原来你知道我没交功课后，就把自己作文上的名字擦掉，写上我的名字。这时，我很懊悔，很内疚，很感动。走到你面前时，我张开口但不知道该说些什么，于是只能看着你。你见到我这狼狈的样子，就向我微微一笑，说：“没关系，朋友嘛……”。
那次以后，我和你的感情又变好了，比幼儿园时还要好。我们小学毕业后，升上了同一间中学，为此而感到很高兴。此时此刻，我们之间的感情比姐妹还要深厚，学校里最亲密的朋友就只有我俩了。最好笑的是有的人竟然误会我们是同性恋！后来还闹到要见辅导老师呢，幸好后来事情解释清楚了。
我对你的关怀总比不上你给我的付出。一天，我们为了一件小事情而吵架 - 错，该是我在骂你才对。一个巴掌拍不响，你并没有开口顶回我，所以不算吵架 - 但我也能意识到你的不满。放学了，我满肚子气地走过马路，准备踏上回家的路程。我并没有注意四周围的事情，所以当你突然且猛然地从背后向我推了一下，我受到了很大的惊吓。我被你推去前面，跌在路旁的草上时，还不知道是你推的。直到我愤怒地转头一看，才见到你倒在血泊中，躺在马路上一动也不动。你的旁边是一辆罗里 - 一辆及时刹车的罗里，不然你将被辗得不成人形了。对不起，是我自己过马路时没有看车。但我也意想不到你会为了救我，甚至连自己的命也不管了。
幸好，及时将你送到医院。幸好，你还能微笑地从急救室走出来，看起来也没事，只不过是头部被一卷纱布包扎着。你笑着说，医生说你只不过是受了轻微的脑部震荡，现在没事了。我只能痴痴地望着你，无言。你说：“没关系，朋友嘛。”
中学毕业了。我们成功申请进入同一间大学，住进同一间宿舍，甚至同房。我们住在一起后，你更是时常照顾我，而且还会每天准时叫我起床。我们的友情似乎是永久不断的了，直到他的出现。他是我们最要好的异性朋友，我们三个时常都在一起。久而久之，我爱上他了。一天，他向我告白，我也当然是接受了他。
自从我和他在一起，我就时常忽略你了。对我而言，我的世界里只能包含他一个人而已。你的心情，你的情绪，你的生活，都与我无关，我都一概不理会了。你，只不过是个普通朋友而已。
起初，你像是不适应我这么样的对待。你依然和我们在一起，依然是个能谈天说地的好朋友。日子久了，我发现你开始疏远我们了。不，应该是疏远他才正确。你依然很看顾我。我想，你该是在吃醋吧。他的确是霸占了从前你和我在一起的时间，但终身伴侣总是比朋友来得重要，我不能因你而放弃他。我太爱他了，也没你那么伟大。
大学毕业了，他也找到稳定的工作了。我们开始有了结婚的打算。我们订了结婚日期，订了戒指，订了婚纱。我和他的感觉都是如此的快乐、幸福！当我得意地将一封请柬交到你手上时，你却目无表情地恭喜我。我对你这反应深感失望，正转身离开时，你又突然牵起我的手，抱着我，深深地祝福我。虽然我不了解你之前给的反应，但还是感到欣慰。
结婚前一天，我打算到你家去闲聊最后一次。去到你家时，我并不需要按门铃，因为我有钥匙。我打开你家门，却见不到你的人影。但，从你房间传来哭泣声。我悄悄地走到你房门口，见你背对着门，坐在床上，痛哭。你真的那么舍不得我吗？后来，我才注意到你手上拿着一张相片。我踮脚尖一看，有种被雷劈的感觉，因为我认得出那张照片。是我亲手拍的，是你和他的合照。
原来，你爱上他了。
我悄悄地离开了，并没有把这事告诉任何人。既然他也不爱你，那我也没必要退出这场游戏。我想，我们结婚的日子久了，你就该会适应了吧。
我的大日子终于来临了。当天的我，春风满面；当天的你，一脸憔悴。我开始有点不高兴了，干嘛你要破坏这好气氛啊？然而，当你走到我和他面前时，却又笑得那么灿烂。是因为你见到他吗？是因为他还能带给你喜乐吗？
“当……当……当当……”
我走进了教堂，走到大家面前。大家都鼓起热烈的掌声。我走到他的身边，幸福地说了“我愿意”。后来就是亲嘴时刻了。
我闭上双眼，亲了。
没有人鼓掌，只有少许的喊叫声。我睁开眼睛一看，原来有人晕倒了。原来那人是你。
这时刻的我真的很气愤。你是故意要搞破坏的吗？还是只想他注意你？结婚礼式完毕，我拉着他说，今天就去度蜜月。他笑着说，好啊，什么都答应你。我把最甜的笑容送给了他。于是，我们就去了。
光阴似箭，不知不觉，两个星期就过了。我们也带着幸福回家了。我们出门去买些日常用品，碰见一位朋友。她的样子很忧愁，我便问其因。她露出惊讶的表情，说，你不知道吗？我摇了摇头。她吞吞吐吐地告诉我了，但我也不太清楚她说了些什么。但要点我记得。她说，你在我结婚当天去世了。
后来才知道，那天你晕倒后就不再醒来了。对不起，我就连出席你的葬礼也来不及了。我去找了你的医生，问个究竟，为何你会死的。他说，你是心脏病爆发而死的。我不敢相信自己的耳朵，我间接成了你的杀人凶手。我再问，你有心脏病吗？怎么从小到大都没听你提起？医生回答说，你的心脏病并不是天生就有的，而是十年前，一场车祸的撞击造成的。
“医生说，我受到一点点的脑部震荡而已啦！别担心，现在没事了，能出院咯！”回想起那时车祸后的你。为了不伤害我，你掩饰。我呢？结婚当天，为了掩饰，我伤害你。甚至成了双重凶手。
几天后，有个律师来到我的家。原来，你把所有的财产都遗留给我了。我问，你的家人呢？律师说，在两年前，你的家人全都在一场车祸中丧命了。我竟然不知道，没去理会……
六年后，孩子五岁了。我照常地到她床边去讲故事，哄她睡觉。今晚的故事和平日的有点不同，是真实故事而不是虚幻的。
故事讲完了，孩子哭了。
我抚摸着她的头，安慰她。她湿着眼眶，问：“妈咪，那这故事的题目是什么啊？”
我想了想，回答说：“‘亲爱的朋友，谢谢你’。”
Friday, July 3, 2009
Write a story that ends with "......it was a frightening experience"
"And she said, in that throaty, croaky voice of hers, 'I will be back.'". My friend, Jack, finished reading the last sentence in a creepy voice that sent chills down our spines.
Wendy, Lily and I had gone to Jack's house to play. When the evening came, and the skies began to darken, Jack persisted in reading us a harrowing, chilling ghost story. We refused at first, but boredom finally made us allow Jack to read us the story. Besides, Jack kept calling us "scaredy-cats".
So anyway, now we were shivering from head to toe, and Jack was laughing at us. How could we possibly walk home after this? Jack invited us to stay overnight, but we declined the offer because our parents would not allow us to do so.
We plucked up our courage, held hands, and walked boldly out of Jack's gate. After all, there were three of us. We chatted loudly and told each other all the jokes we could think of, but our voices seemed unnaturally eerie in the dark, silent night. However, we tried to ignore this, and tried to act normal.
We came to a bend, and gasped in dismay. The road was under renovation(wrong word, bt I dunno wat it should b), and it was impossible to pass through! Wendy looked at us with fearful eyes. "We'll have to go the other way, and pass by the graveyard."
After a hasty discussion, we agreed that a story was only a story, and nothing would harm us. So that night, three brave girls walked past the dark, gloomy, silent graveyard.
We were holding hands more tightly than ever, and Lily's cold hand was vibrating so violently, I was afraid she would faint. However, no fainting person would crush my hand like she was doing, so I was reassured.
Calmly, stiffly, we bearded the lion's den - that is, we bearded the graveyard. We stared straight in front of us and walked mutely past the dreadful place. Our footsteps echoed through the night, I could hear them so clearly. Every movement or noise we made seemed to be magnified ten times, even the shuffling sound behind us - wait a minute, a shuffling sound?
We stopped in our tracks in fright, and was practically rooted to the spot. The worst of it was, the sound had been so gradual, so consistent, that we did not know when it had begun the follow us.
The shuffling sound came nearer and nearer to us. We were still standing like statues, unable to move. I did not look at Wendy or Lily, but I could feel my eyes practically popping out in my fear. And there we stood, hair on end, until a lame dog overtook us from behind.
Then we collapsed to the ground from sheer relief. How could we have let a dog immobilize us like that? We all felt rather ashamed of ourselves. I realized my mouth was still open, and shut it hurriedly.
The next day, we related everything to Jack, and he guffawed at us. Although we laughed along with him, we agreed that, all in all, it was a frightening experience.
Wendy, Lily and I had gone to Jack's house to play. When the evening came, and the skies began to darken, Jack persisted in reading us a harrowing, chilling ghost story. We refused at first, but boredom finally made us allow Jack to read us the story. Besides, Jack kept calling us "scaredy-cats".
So anyway, now we were shivering from head to toe, and Jack was laughing at us. How could we possibly walk home after this? Jack invited us to stay overnight, but we declined the offer because our parents would not allow us to do so.
We plucked up our courage, held hands, and walked boldly out of Jack's gate. After all, there were three of us. We chatted loudly and told each other all the jokes we could think of, but our voices seemed unnaturally eerie in the dark, silent night. However, we tried to ignore this, and tried to act normal.
We came to a bend, and gasped in dismay. The road was under renovation(wrong word, bt I dunno wat it should b), and it was impossible to pass through! Wendy looked at us with fearful eyes. "We'll have to go the other way, and pass by the graveyard."
After a hasty discussion, we agreed that a story was only a story, and nothing would harm us. So that night, three brave girls walked past the dark, gloomy, silent graveyard.
We were holding hands more tightly than ever, and Lily's cold hand was vibrating so violently, I was afraid she would faint. However, no fainting person would crush my hand like she was doing, so I was reassured.
Calmly, stiffly, we bearded the lion's den - that is, we bearded the graveyard. We stared straight in front of us and walked mutely past the dreadful place. Our footsteps echoed through the night, I could hear them so clearly. Every movement or noise we made seemed to be magnified ten times, even the shuffling sound behind us - wait a minute, a shuffling sound?
We stopped in our tracks in fright, and was practically rooted to the spot. The worst of it was, the sound had been so gradual, so consistent, that we did not know when it had begun the follow us.
The shuffling sound came nearer and nearer to us. We were still standing like statues, unable to move. I did not look at Wendy or Lily, but I could feel my eyes practically popping out in my fear. And there we stood, hair on end, until a lame dog overtook us from behind.
Then we collapsed to the ground from sheer relief. How could we have let a dog immobilize us like that? We all felt rather ashamed of ourselves. I realized my mouth was still open, and shut it hurriedly.
The next day, we related everything to Jack, and he guffawed at us. Although we laughed along with him, we agreed that, all in all, it was a frightening experience.
成长
成长，是每一个人必经的阶段。当一位母亲看见自己的孩子在日渐成长时，心中一定是甜蜜的，是喜乐的，是光荣的。但同时，又会是那么地依依不舍。当一位十一、十二岁的孩子正在成长时，总会怀念自己的童年，而拥有“不想长大”的念头。当青少年正在成长时，总期盼自己快快长大，向那神秘的未来出发。当老年人正在成长时，心中存着的或许是害怕、不舍。成长这词，让我们欢喜也让我们忧。
成长中的我们，永远都不会知道将来的我们会是如何的，也不知道将来的我们对过去的我们会有什么想法。有的人，总认为目前的自己是最幸福的，不想成长。成长后，当遇到更幸福的事情时，就会嘲笑当时的无知。相反的，有的人，总是自怜。成长后，才会发现当时的幸福。而我，则是这两种人的共合体。
身为一个少年人，成长对我而言，有的时候是一种乐趣，有的时候是一种折磨，有的时候甚至没察觉到自己的成长。只在每年吹蜡烛的时候才惊觉自己又大一岁了。究竟是比去年大一年，还是比昨天大一天呢？感觉上是天渊之别，其实意思又是相同的。
今年的自己，经历的的确是比去年的多。今年似是我一生中，时间飞逝得最快的一年了。或许是我成长的过程太多色彩了，令我眼花缭乱，令我迷茫，令我看不见生命的时钟。在这短暂却又漫长的五个月中，我流出的泪水比前五年的泪水还要多，发出的笑声比前三年的还要多。
今年，身边的许多朋友已经不会再成长了，因他们已去到一个不能再成长的地方了。今年我和我最要好的朋友感情特别深厚，还能到处炫耀着“她就是我的好朋友”。虽然平均两个星期就会有一次的冷战，但那只不过是暂时的，过两天气就消了。这就是成长所带来的惊喜。谁也不会意想到我在三年前，最讨厌的人就是她。当时的我们，也不会意想到她平日对我的“欺负”竟能成为今年的照顾。成长，就是那么地让人猜不着下一秒将会发生的事情。就连上个星期的我，也不会想到自己和她会破记录，超过一个星期没说过一句话。至今也是如此。希望成长会再次给我带来惊喜吧！
成长，让我们体内的荷尔蒙变化。青少年时期，难免都会对异性产生兴趣的。去年、前年的我，就连暗恋也是那么的痴情。只要在远处看到那个“他”的背影，就会兴奋了一整天。成长了的我，现在觉得真可笑。然而，这并不代表我不会再暗恋人了。今年的我，又似乎是往后成长，傻得竟为了一个男生天天流泪。最近的我，被他严重控制我的心情，已经两个星期不曾真正开心过，笑容也是那么的勉强。成长也让人作出自己意想不到的事情，我竟然可以爱上一个只认识两天，而且没见过面的人。或许听起来很虚幻，或许听起来很荒谬，或许听起来很肤浅，但对我来说，却是那么的真实！然而，我只在区区的两个星期内就从热烈地喜欢变成强烈地讨厌他。但每当听情歌时，却又会落下泪来。成长，真的能让一个人复杂化。
我们都会成长，因为岁月不留人。但当我们在肉体上成长的当儿，心灵也要成长，免得被人嘲笑我们幼稚！
成长中的我们，永远都不会知道将来的我们会是如何的，也不知道将来的我们对过去的我们会有什么想法。有的人，总认为目前的自己是最幸福的，不想成长。成长后，当遇到更幸福的事情时，就会嘲笑当时的无知。相反的，有的人，总是自怜。成长后，才会发现当时的幸福。而我，则是这两种人的共合体。
身为一个少年人，成长对我而言，有的时候是一种乐趣，有的时候是一种折磨，有的时候甚至没察觉到自己的成长。只在每年吹蜡烛的时候才惊觉自己又大一岁了。究竟是比去年大一年，还是比昨天大一天呢？感觉上是天渊之别，其实意思又是相同的。
今年的自己，经历的的确是比去年的多。今年似是我一生中，时间飞逝得最快的一年了。或许是我成长的过程太多色彩了，令我眼花缭乱，令我迷茫，令我看不见生命的时钟。在这短暂却又漫长的五个月中，我流出的泪水比前五年的泪水还要多，发出的笑声比前三年的还要多。
今年，身边的许多朋友已经不会再成长了，因他们已去到一个不能再成长的地方了。今年我和我最要好的朋友感情特别深厚，还能到处炫耀着“她就是我的好朋友”。虽然平均两个星期就会有一次的冷战，但那只不过是暂时的，过两天气就消了。这就是成长所带来的惊喜。谁也不会意想到我在三年前，最讨厌的人就是她。当时的我们，也不会意想到她平日对我的“欺负”竟能成为今年的照顾。成长，就是那么地让人猜不着下一秒将会发生的事情。就连上个星期的我，也不会想到自己和她会破记录，超过一个星期没说过一句话。至今也是如此。希望成长会再次给我带来惊喜吧！
成长，让我们体内的荷尔蒙变化。青少年时期，难免都会对异性产生兴趣的。去年、前年的我，就连暗恋也是那么的痴情。只要在远处看到那个“他”的背影，就会兴奋了一整天。成长了的我，现在觉得真可笑。然而，这并不代表我不会再暗恋人了。今年的我，又似乎是往后成长，傻得竟为了一个男生天天流泪。最近的我，被他严重控制我的心情，已经两个星期不曾真正开心过，笑容也是那么的勉强。成长也让人作出自己意想不到的事情，我竟然可以爱上一个只认识两天，而且没见过面的人。或许听起来很虚幻，或许听起来很荒谬，或许听起来很肤浅，但对我来说，却是那么的真实！然而，我只在区区的两个星期内就从热烈地喜欢变成强烈地讨厌他。但每当听情歌时，却又会落下泪来。成长，真的能让一个人复杂化。
我们都会成长，因为岁月不留人。但当我们在肉体上成长的当儿，心灵也要成长，免得被人嘲笑我们幼稚！
Monday, June 15, 2009
宝贝，你爱我吗？(*not an essay)
“宝贝，你爱我吗？”
“爱！”
当时的我，还小，还没上幼稚园。
四岁的我，还很无知，每次都会说错话。记得有一次，妈妈问我：“如果我死了你会怎么办？”
“嗯，你死了很好啊！没有人会骂我了！哈哈！”我开玩笑地说。
没想到，妈妈立刻走过来，扫了我两巴掌！
我哭了，我很讨厌妈妈。
小学了……
“妈咪，醒来咯。”
“喂！妈咪！不要装睡了啦！”
“妈咪！”
妈妈的肚子不再起覆了。呼吸，停止了。
我紧张地摇着妈妈的身子，急躁得哭了起来。
“妈咪，别玩了，醒醒啊，不要死，不要死！”
这时，妈妈立刻坐了起来，抱着我。
“对不起啦宝贝，我只不过吓吓你而已啦……别哭了……傻瓜！对不起啦！”
在妈妈的怀里，我才破涕为笑。妈妈抚摸着我那头乌黑的短发，不停地安慰我。
妈妈的怀抱，是那么的温暖。对了，这就叫作安全感。
“妈妈你好坏唷，骗我！我刚才真的很怕的！”
“对不起啦！你不该这么快就信的嘛！哈哈！”
快乐。那时的我，真的很快乐，真的很庆幸。
那次以后，我就每次都自己去想，妈妈死了会怎么办？每当想这问题时，脑海中就会自然地浮现出种种的画面，有如看戏剧般……很真，很真。还小的我，不禁哭了起来。妈妈听见我的哭声，进来房间安慰我。再次体会到那种温暖。
每当我发恶梦，哭了，妈妈都会抱着我、安慰我。当她抱着我时，我渐渐不哭了。“投进妈妈的怀抱，幸福哪里找？”呵呵，妈妈，你是我的幸福！
我渐渐长大了。五、六年级，我开始进入叛逆时期，经常和妈妈吵架。妈妈每次都会打我，打个不停。我恨她，我跑进房间用力地关上门。“碰！” 关门的声音，响彻云霄！妈妈把门打开，扫了我一巴掌。后来，还要我和她道歉。
的确，妈妈对我的管教很严厉。我的同学也知道，我的妈妈是很“凶”的。
“我不准你这样讲我的朋友！她不是故意的！”我对着妈妈吼道。
“我一开始已经是觉得她很不对路了！你不懂分辨好与坏！”妈妈固执地喊。“你再吵你就跟我滚出这间家！”
我只好闷着气，静了下来。我承认，那时的我，真的是恨不得拿把刀，插死妈妈。她实在是太不讲道理了！听着妈妈打电话向我的某个朋友的爸爸投诉他孩子时，我真的很想撕破她喉咙。
就这样，我和妈妈的关系开始不好了。妈妈心情一旦不好，我就肯定会和她吵架了，还会中打。虽然如此，当妈妈心情好时，却是如此地驯良。我很轻易就能和她打成一片，家里和我最好的朋友，就是她了。
“宝贝，你爱我吗？”
“哼！不说！”
“喂，爱我吗？”
“哼！”
“现在问你你不说，以后不要后悔噢。”
“不会后悔的啦！”
“那如果我死了咧？”
“你不会死的啦！哈哈！”
“你又知道……”
“嗨呀，不会的啦，我就是知道咯……嘿嘿。”
“哈哈……那不逼你说咯。”
“嗨呀，爱啦爱啦！”
“说得那么心不甘情不愿的！”
“哼，那就不说咯，算咯！”
“哼，算！”
还是小学时期……
那时的我，看电视看太多了，时常都会觉得那些有病却不告诉别人的人都很傻。
“喂，妈妈，以后有病的话一定不可以隐瞒我噢！”
“是啦，答应你啦。”
少年时期了。
上了中学的我，更是因为朋友的问题，时常和母亲吵架。几乎是每一天了。偶尔，我会压抑不住，和朋友们投诉我妈妈，他们也同情我。
我和妈妈的关系，严重受损了。
我的抱枕也成了受害者！因为我生气时，会把它当作妈妈来出气。
中二，年尾了。
那时的妈妈，似乎变得更霸道，骂人成了她的嗜好。每天，家里都有人吵架。不是妈妈和我，就是妈妈和爸爸。不是妈妈和爸爸，就是妈妈在骂姐姐。总之，家里被她搞的十分不安宁，我很讨厌我的家。更是讨厌妈妈。
日子一天一天地过去了。
“宝贝，爱我吗？”
“哼！”
“爱我吗？”
“不爱！”我以开玩笑的语气说道。
“算！”
近2008年了。
妈妈时常都会说自己的记忆力似乎衰退了，便上网查看资料。哦，对了，妈妈近几年都迷上电脑了。记得有一次她生日时，我还 在卡上暗示地画上了一些图，有故事的。就是妈妈每次都在玩电脑，然后我要和她说话时，她就很敷衍地应了我几句。但是她却捉不到我的暗示！还说我画得很可 爱，问我什么意思！我无奈地摇头说，没什么意思。
话题拉回来吧。她上网找了资料后，就告诉我们她这样的情况应该是因为她正在面临更年期。至今，电脑还存放着许多关于更年期的文件呢！看来妈妈真的对她的更年期很积极噢，哈哈！
快开学了。最近的妈妈，很不对劲，但脾气却越来越好。
她时常都会忘记一些名词，而且越来越严重。
一天，她坐在床上，叫我进房。
“帮我拿我的厕纸进来房间下，我忘记了。”
我一脸疑惑。
“什么厕纸？”
“厕纸啦……我还没吃啊。还有……喝……喝……”
“噢！你的药是吗？！”
“嗯嗯，对，厕纸。”
“药啦！”
“是啦！厕纸啦！”
无奈。
那时候的我，有时会同情妈妈的状况，有时却很不耐烦。
不行了，妈妈的医生叫她去苏邦的医院去，看那边的脑科医生。
2009年1月，不知2日还是3日，妈妈就去医院了。去之前，我和她挥手，说了声“掰掰！”
妈妈需要住院，我也不当一回事。不是说我不在乎啦，只是没什么担心……住院而已嘛……最好住久点，就能花更多时间治疗她，那就更快好咯！
爸爸每晚都会打电话回家……因为他陪妈妈在医院过夜。他说，妈妈环境很舒服……还有电视机……不用担心！
好象是1月4日，爸爸说妈妈的脑那边生了一个瘤……下星期二要开刀。
不知道为什么……我还是不很担心……心里总想着妈妈手术后戴着帽子的样子……想着我们要怎样照顾她……想着她会不会很痛……
但那天，我心情格外地轻松……我也不知道为什么……没原因的……
1月5日……星期六。早上，我心情还是蛮不错的……还早早起来看卡通片！姐姐则在客厅的沙发上睡了，还没起。
电话响了……我去接。“哈喽？”
“Gail...Gail....妈咪她不行了……快来看她的最后一面……Gail？”外公那激动的语气……说话都很口吃了。
“我是Mable……”
“叫大家姐来听……”
我完全没有害怕，只是吓到。外公他太担心了啦……会不会是老人痴呆了？还是发恶梦还未完全清醒？我担心的不是妈妈，而是外公。因为妈妈不可能会死的，是不可能的。她还好好啊，星期二还要开手术呢！
“大家姐……醒来……醒来！去听电话……阿公的声音怪怪的，还讲很多怪怪的话！”
“哈？什么？”姐姐立刻跑去听电话。
我紧张地望着她。
“哈？什么啊？！”姐姐的神色变了。我的心里也突然有了出奇的不安。
“哦……”姐姐盖电话了。
“什么事情？”我急促地问。
“阿公讲妈咪……没有得救了噢……”
“是咯！我也是不明白！多数不是真的噢？”
“我也不知道。”
听见这句，突然冰冷的汗涌了出来，害怕充满我整颗心……我哭了，一直哭个不停，心里却还未完全相信。
我们换了衣，去到外公的家。
进门前，见到外婆很镇定，我的心顿时又安定了些。
但，当我们一踏进门口，外婆就抱着我姐姐哭……“妈咪真是可怜……”……这回姐姐也哭了。
我望着她们，呆了。
朦胧中，我们到达了医院。
去到，看见好多亲戚，都是红着眼眶的。到了妈妈的病床旁，见她一动也不动，睡在床上……盖着粉红色的被……嘴里有个管子……床头上挂着机器……是妈妈的心跳。妈妈是靠着机器活着的……其实她的脑已经是死了。现在我们只等着舅父舅母从新加坡赶回来，才拔掉管子。
我、大姐、二姐一直不停地祷告。我听见大姐一直求上帝让我们能够接受……不论结果是如何……当时的我真的很不爽！因为我不信妈妈会死，她这么说就是认为妈妈有死的可能性咯！
爸爸也是的，一直说不可能发生神迹了的。后来还说，这几天会比较忙了，因为要办葬礼……叫我要勇敢……类似的话！
顿时，我有种感觉想大声奉主耶稣基督的名字，在众亲戚面前，唤醒妈妈！这么大的信心，妈妈肯定会醒的！而且这么大的奇迹，一定是个很好很好的见证。
但我竟然错失机会，我不敢。我怕，怕妈妈不醒，那就是个不好的见证。现在才知道，其实这是魔鬼撒但放在我脑里的虚像。我没做到。至今，我还在内疚着。
舅父舅母到了。
亲了妈妈的额头，这是最后一次了。
插头拔了，大家都哭了。哭着带过了这一天。
过了大约两个星期，我就放下了。大家姐的祷告，真的有被垂听。况且，我是个很容易放下的人。
但有时，我还会回想起，还会怀念，还会哭泣。
妈妈，浴室里的歌声不再是你的了，骂我的不再是你了，抚摸我的头的不再是你了，以后我也无法再投进你那温暖的怀抱了。
你曾说过，会再带我去云顶，无法去了。你曾说过，会和我一起放风筝，这是不可能了。小时候，我坐在你的脚上。你说，我越来越重了，要坐到几岁呀？我说，到老咯。你不会再老了，岁数停留在五十二岁。
妈妈，我好想念你。
如果你再次问我，我到底爱不爱你，我一定会毫不犹豫地回答说：“爱！”
“爱！”
当时的我，还小，还没上幼稚园。
四岁的我，还很无知，每次都会说错话。记得有一次，妈妈问我：“如果我死了你会怎么办？”
“嗯，你死了很好啊！没有人会骂我了！哈哈！”我开玩笑地说。
没想到，妈妈立刻走过来，扫了我两巴掌！
我哭了，我很讨厌妈妈。
小学了……
“妈咪，醒来咯。”
“喂！妈咪！不要装睡了啦！”
“妈咪！”
妈妈的肚子不再起覆了。呼吸，停止了。
我紧张地摇着妈妈的身子，急躁得哭了起来。
“妈咪，别玩了，醒醒啊，不要死，不要死！”
这时，妈妈立刻坐了起来，抱着我。
“对不起啦宝贝，我只不过吓吓你而已啦……别哭了……傻瓜！对不起啦！”
在妈妈的怀里，我才破涕为笑。妈妈抚摸着我那头乌黑的短发，不停地安慰我。
妈妈的怀抱，是那么的温暖。对了，这就叫作安全感。
“妈妈你好坏唷，骗我！我刚才真的很怕的！”
“对不起啦！你不该这么快就信的嘛！哈哈！”
快乐。那时的我，真的很快乐，真的很庆幸。
那次以后，我就每次都自己去想，妈妈死了会怎么办？每当想这问题时，脑海中就会自然地浮现出种种的画面，有如看戏剧般……很真，很真。还小的我，不禁哭了起来。妈妈听见我的哭声，进来房间安慰我。再次体会到那种温暖。
每当我发恶梦，哭了，妈妈都会抱着我、安慰我。当她抱着我时，我渐渐不哭了。“投进妈妈的怀抱，幸福哪里找？”呵呵，妈妈，你是我的幸福！
我渐渐长大了。五、六年级，我开始进入叛逆时期，经常和妈妈吵架。妈妈每次都会打我，打个不停。我恨她，我跑进房间用力地关上门。“碰！” 关门的声音，响彻云霄！妈妈把门打开，扫了我一巴掌。后来，还要我和她道歉。
的确，妈妈对我的管教很严厉。我的同学也知道，我的妈妈是很“凶”的。
“我不准你这样讲我的朋友！她不是故意的！”我对着妈妈吼道。
“我一开始已经是觉得她很不对路了！你不懂分辨好与坏！”妈妈固执地喊。“你再吵你就跟我滚出这间家！”
我只好闷着气，静了下来。我承认，那时的我，真的是恨不得拿把刀，插死妈妈。她实在是太不讲道理了！听着妈妈打电话向我的某个朋友的爸爸投诉他孩子时，我真的很想撕破她喉咙。
就这样，我和妈妈的关系开始不好了。妈妈心情一旦不好，我就肯定会和她吵架了，还会中打。虽然如此，当妈妈心情好时，却是如此地驯良。我很轻易就能和她打成一片，家里和我最好的朋友，就是她了。
“宝贝，你爱我吗？”
“哼！不说！”
“喂，爱我吗？”
“哼！”
“现在问你你不说，以后不要后悔噢。”
“不会后悔的啦！”
“那如果我死了咧？”
“你不会死的啦！哈哈！”
“你又知道……”
“嗨呀，不会的啦，我就是知道咯……嘿嘿。”
“哈哈……那不逼你说咯。”
“嗨呀，爱啦爱啦！”
“说得那么心不甘情不愿的！”
“哼，那就不说咯，算咯！”
“哼，算！”
还是小学时期……
那时的我，看电视看太多了，时常都会觉得那些有病却不告诉别人的人都很傻。
“喂，妈妈，以后有病的话一定不可以隐瞒我噢！”
“是啦，答应你啦。”
少年时期了。
上了中学的我，更是因为朋友的问题，时常和母亲吵架。几乎是每一天了。偶尔，我会压抑不住，和朋友们投诉我妈妈，他们也同情我。
我和妈妈的关系，严重受损了。
我的抱枕也成了受害者！因为我生气时，会把它当作妈妈来出气。
中二，年尾了。
那时的妈妈，似乎变得更霸道，骂人成了她的嗜好。每天，家里都有人吵架。不是妈妈和我，就是妈妈和爸爸。不是妈妈和爸爸，就是妈妈在骂姐姐。总之，家里被她搞的十分不安宁，我很讨厌我的家。更是讨厌妈妈。
日子一天一天地过去了。
“宝贝，爱我吗？”
“哼！”
“爱我吗？”
“不爱！”我以开玩笑的语气说道。
“算！”
近2008年了。
妈妈时常都会说自己的记忆力似乎衰退了，便上网查看资料。哦，对了，妈妈近几年都迷上电脑了。记得有一次她生日时，我还 在卡上暗示地画上了一些图，有故事的。就是妈妈每次都在玩电脑，然后我要和她说话时，她就很敷衍地应了我几句。但是她却捉不到我的暗示！还说我画得很可 爱，问我什么意思！我无奈地摇头说，没什么意思。
话题拉回来吧。她上网找了资料后，就告诉我们她这样的情况应该是因为她正在面临更年期。至今，电脑还存放着许多关于更年期的文件呢！看来妈妈真的对她的更年期很积极噢，哈哈！
快开学了。最近的妈妈，很不对劲，但脾气却越来越好。
她时常都会忘记一些名词，而且越来越严重。
一天，她坐在床上，叫我进房。
“帮我拿我的厕纸进来房间下，我忘记了。”
我一脸疑惑。
“什么厕纸？”
“厕纸啦……我还没吃啊。还有……喝……喝……”
“噢！你的药是吗？！”
“嗯嗯，对，厕纸。”
“药啦！”
“是啦！厕纸啦！”
无奈。
那时候的我，有时会同情妈妈的状况，有时却很不耐烦。
不行了，妈妈的医生叫她去苏邦的医院去，看那边的脑科医生。
2009年1月，不知2日还是3日，妈妈就去医院了。去之前，我和她挥手，说了声“掰掰！”
妈妈需要住院，我也不当一回事。不是说我不在乎啦，只是没什么担心……住院而已嘛……最好住久点，就能花更多时间治疗她，那就更快好咯！
爸爸每晚都会打电话回家……因为他陪妈妈在医院过夜。他说，妈妈环境很舒服……还有电视机……不用担心！
好象是1月4日，爸爸说妈妈的脑那边生了一个瘤……下星期二要开刀。
不知道为什么……我还是不很担心……心里总想着妈妈手术后戴着帽子的样子……想着我们要怎样照顾她……想着她会不会很痛……
但那天，我心情格外地轻松……我也不知道为什么……没原因的……
1月5日……星期六。早上，我心情还是蛮不错的……还早早起来看卡通片！姐姐则在客厅的沙发上睡了，还没起。
电话响了……我去接。“哈喽？”
“Gail...Gail....妈咪她不行了……快来看她的最后一面……Gail？”外公那激动的语气……说话都很口吃了。
“我是Mable……”
“叫大家姐来听……”
我完全没有害怕，只是吓到。外公他太担心了啦……会不会是老人痴呆了？还是发恶梦还未完全清醒？我担心的不是妈妈，而是外公。因为妈妈不可能会死的，是不可能的。她还好好啊，星期二还要开手术呢！
“大家姐……醒来……醒来！去听电话……阿公的声音怪怪的，还讲很多怪怪的话！”
“哈？什么？”姐姐立刻跑去听电话。
我紧张地望着她。
“哈？什么啊？！”姐姐的神色变了。我的心里也突然有了出奇的不安。
“哦……”姐姐盖电话了。
“什么事情？”我急促地问。
“阿公讲妈咪……没有得救了噢……”
“是咯！我也是不明白！多数不是真的噢？”
“我也不知道。”
听见这句，突然冰冷的汗涌了出来，害怕充满我整颗心……我哭了，一直哭个不停，心里却还未完全相信。
我们换了衣，去到外公的家。
进门前，见到外婆很镇定，我的心顿时又安定了些。
但，当我们一踏进门口，外婆就抱着我姐姐哭……“妈咪真是可怜……”……这回姐姐也哭了。
我望着她们，呆了。
朦胧中，我们到达了医院。
去到，看见好多亲戚，都是红着眼眶的。到了妈妈的病床旁，见她一动也不动，睡在床上……盖着粉红色的被……嘴里有个管子……床头上挂着机器……是妈妈的心跳。妈妈是靠着机器活着的……其实她的脑已经是死了。现在我们只等着舅父舅母从新加坡赶回来，才拔掉管子。
我、大姐、二姐一直不停地祷告。我听见大姐一直求上帝让我们能够接受……不论结果是如何……当时的我真的很不爽！因为我不信妈妈会死，她这么说就是认为妈妈有死的可能性咯！
爸爸也是的，一直说不可能发生神迹了的。后来还说，这几天会比较忙了，因为要办葬礼……叫我要勇敢……类似的话！
顿时，我有种感觉想大声奉主耶稣基督的名字，在众亲戚面前，唤醒妈妈！这么大的信心，妈妈肯定会醒的！而且这么大的奇迹，一定是个很好很好的见证。
但我竟然错失机会，我不敢。我怕，怕妈妈不醒，那就是个不好的见证。现在才知道，其实这是魔鬼撒但放在我脑里的虚像。我没做到。至今，我还在内疚着。
舅父舅母到了。
亲了妈妈的额头，这是最后一次了。
插头拔了，大家都哭了。哭着带过了这一天。
过了大约两个星期，我就放下了。大家姐的祷告，真的有被垂听。况且，我是个很容易放下的人。
但有时，我还会回想起，还会怀念，还会哭泣。
妈妈，浴室里的歌声不再是你的了，骂我的不再是你了，抚摸我的头的不再是你了，以后我也无法再投进你那温暖的怀抱了。
你曾说过，会再带我去云顶，无法去了。你曾说过，会和我一起放风筝，这是不可能了。小时候，我坐在你的脚上。你说，我越来越重了，要坐到几岁呀？我说，到老咯。你不会再老了，岁数停留在五十二岁。
妈妈，我好想念你。
如果你再次问我，我到底爱不爱你，我一定会毫不犹豫地回答说：“爱！”
Monday, May 4, 2009
The Mother (use hyphenated words given, free title)
It was a cold winter's night. On a dusty street,, there was a feet-dragging noise. As the woman passed a lighted house, she was illuminated clearly. She was not attractive - dressed in shabby-looking clothes, and had ill-fitting shoes. Although she looked barely forty, her hair was already streaked with strands of white. The hungry look on her face as she gazed into the windows of the warm houses, was soul-stirring.
A window was flung right open. "Wotcha staring at, woman? Git your filthy self away from us!" A mean-looking (and most obviously mean-minded) man growled at her through the window.
Taken by surprise, she stumbled and fell, with a back-breaking crash, onto the ground. Luckily for her, the snow was still thick and helped to cushion her fall. Blinking back the moisture that had appeared at the corners of her eyes, she scrambled to her feet and set off for home as fast as she could.
Turning a corner, she walked up a dark little street, and entered an even darker house. She was greeted by a cough and a groan. Her heart ached - but what could she do?
Lighting a candle, she went over to the boy lying on a bed. Even in the candlelight, she could see her own pain reflected in his beautiful face, except that the pain in his face was physical. "I'm sorry darling. All the oranges have been sold out," said she, fondling the boy's hot cheek.
The boy smiled up at her, but he was too sick to answer her. However, he shook his head to express that he did not mind, and looked into his mother's eyes. A soul-searching gaze passed between them. What they saw nearly broke their hearts, but in the end, she tore her eyes away from him.
Having precious little time to waste, she hurriedly went to a table, and continued embroidering passion-flowers on a satin gown. This gown was not, and never, to be worn by her. It was for the loveliest of the Queen's maids-of-honour to wear at the next Court-ball. The seamstress glanced over at her son once more, and sighed. A passion-flower on the gown was slightly blood-stained the next morning, but she never knew that.
Long was the night, and cold was the snow. The woman's numb brain was distracted, all of a sudden, by a movement at the window. It was a swallow.
The bird flew into the open window. But the presence of a swallow in winter-time was not the only mind-boggling thing of the moment. For a heart-stopping moment, the woman stared at the eye-catching, blood-red ruby that shone and shimmered in the swallow's beak. The stone was twice as large as any ruby. The woman gasped, and passed out.
The swallow deposited the jewel gently on the table, next to the woman's head. Then it flew to the boy, and fanned his forehead gently with its wings. The boy was instantly cooled, and he fell into a delicious, dreamless slumber.
The bird left the house. The next morning, the seamstress woke up, and rejoiced to find the ruby on the table. She sold it, and with the money, she was able to buy medicine for her son. Moreover, she did not have to work as a seamstress anymore.
Joyful as they were, they never knew that, that night, somewhere in the city, a bird's heart stopped beating; a heart made of lead snapped. Years later, a writer penned the story down in a book, and entitled it "The Happy Prince".
A window was flung right open. "Wotcha staring at, woman? Git your filthy self away from us!" A mean-looking (and most obviously mean-minded) man growled at her through the window.
Taken by surprise, she stumbled and fell, with a back-breaking crash, onto the ground. Luckily for her, the snow was still thick and helped to cushion her fall. Blinking back the moisture that had appeared at the corners of her eyes, she scrambled to her feet and set off for home as fast as she could.
Turning a corner, she walked up a dark little street, and entered an even darker house. She was greeted by a cough and a groan. Her heart ached - but what could she do?
Lighting a candle, she went over to the boy lying on a bed. Even in the candlelight, she could see her own pain reflected in his beautiful face, except that the pain in his face was physical. "I'm sorry darling. All the oranges have been sold out," said she, fondling the boy's hot cheek.
The boy smiled up at her, but he was too sick to answer her. However, he shook his head to express that he did not mind, and looked into his mother's eyes. A soul-searching gaze passed between them. What they saw nearly broke their hearts, but in the end, she tore her eyes away from him.
Having precious little time to waste, she hurriedly went to a table, and continued embroidering passion-flowers on a satin gown. This gown was not, and never, to be worn by her. It was for the loveliest of the Queen's maids-of-honour to wear at the next Court-ball. The seamstress glanced over at her son once more, and sighed. A passion-flower on the gown was slightly blood-stained the next morning, but she never knew that.
Long was the night, and cold was the snow. The woman's numb brain was distracted, all of a sudden, by a movement at the window. It was a swallow.
The bird flew into the open window. But the presence of a swallow in winter-time was not the only mind-boggling thing of the moment. For a heart-stopping moment, the woman stared at the eye-catching, blood-red ruby that shone and shimmered in the swallow's beak. The stone was twice as large as any ruby. The woman gasped, and passed out.
The swallow deposited the jewel gently on the table, next to the woman's head. Then it flew to the boy, and fanned his forehead gently with its wings. The boy was instantly cooled, and he fell into a delicious, dreamless slumber.
The bird left the house. The next morning, the seamstress woke up, and rejoiced to find the ruby on the table. She sold it, and with the money, she was able to buy medicine for her son. Moreover, she did not have to work as a seamstress anymore.
Joyful as they were, they never knew that, that night, somewhere in the city, a bird's heart stopped beating; a heart made of lead snapped. Years later, a writer penned the story down in a book, and entitled it "The Happy Prince".
Thursday, April 16, 2009
始
夜深了。然而，我和兄弟们都还没入眠。今晚，并非是个平凡的夜晚。今晚，是我们相聚的最后一晚。今晚，在数千个兄弟当中，能存活下去的就只有一个。我们就像待宰的牛犊一样，害怕，却不能选择。就算有得选择，又如何？若你的家人、亲戚、朋友全都离开了，剩下你独自一人，你会快乐吗？
然而，我们心中其实也存有一丝的期待，一丝的兴奋。因为，那唯一的存活者将会和欧法丽皇后的掌上明珠－欧粉公主成亲。成为欧粉公主的王子，是我们自小的愿望。虽然如此，那决定我们生死的，却又是欧粉公主。因此，我们对她产生了非笔墨所能形容的感情，其中包含了爱、恨、敬、惧。
即将面临的，始终都要面临；即将到来的，始终都会到来。有人说，光阴似箭。对，他们说得对，时间实在过得太快了。还没来得及与兄弟们一起回顾往事，我们之间的默契就告诉我们，时刻已到。当时的我，感到轻飘飘的，若有人告诉我这只不过是一场恶梦，我想我应该会相信。但，这报喜信的人始终都没出现。于是，只好和兄弟们一起到西门洋去。西门洋，是个我们不曾去过的海洋。这次，是我们去的第一次，也是最后一次。我们的任务就是以最快的速度，从西门洋游到邻国去。我们的终点，就在那国家的中心。我们的终点，也就是在欧法丽皇后的家门外。
突然，我们感到很高兴，很兴奋。这莫名其妙的感觉仿佛形成了一股冲力。我和几千个兄弟，凭着这股冲力，一致地向前游。游着游着，我们离开了自己的国家，进入了另一个和我国有着天渊之别的国家。习惯了表面粗糙且体积大的我们，当看见这新国时，感到很讶异。这地方处处都表面光滑，四周围的物体也很细小，很精致。相信这一切都是欧法丽皇后的杰作吧！这国家和我们的国家相比起来，就像是一粒珍珠和一块石头，虽然九十巴仙是不一样的，但却还保留着些少许的共同点。有人说，珍珠像一块被磨过，被加工过的石头。同样的，这国家陌生中带有点儿熟悉，像是曾经见过，却被遗忘在记忆中的一个角落似的。
到了，我们到了。我们到了欧法丽皇后的家门前，到了生命的边界。我们围着她的家，等待。不久，一个严肃中带有亲切的声音传了出来。“欢迎你们。相信你们都知道，我要将我的女儿许配给你们当中的其中一位。我的女儿是我的至爱，若将她放在我心中的第二位，（那就不会有第一位了。因此，我不能随意把女儿交给任何人。若要娶我的女儿，）*I DON‘T BELIEVE IT, I ACTUALLY LEFT THIS WHOLE SENTENCE OUT. I dunno wat the judges must hv thought!*那就要先具备三大条件。”说到这里，我和兄弟们彼此对望。虽然没出声，但个个的表情都明显在说着：“完了，这次完了！”
欧法丽皇后接着说：“第一个条件是性格要坦诚。第二，内心要纯洁。第三，更要纯洁。”我们傻傻地望着欧法丽皇后。这究竟是容易，还是困难？坦诚，纯洁，更纯洁？但还没开始摸索自己的心，她又说话了。
“现在，我要问你们两个问题。谁答得好，谁就能作我的女媳。你们留心听着，这是第一题。请用一个形容词来形容欧粉公主。”
糟了，这次糟了。该用什么形容词？这时，兄弟们开口了。
“美丽！”
“可爱！”
“小！”
“聪明！”
“乖！”
“善良！”
不久，兄弟们都答完了，剩下我一个，还在犹豫着，深怕祸从口出。欧法丽皇后的声音又传了出来。“据我的计算，该是还有一位还没回答！”接着，一道不知何处来的白光照射在我身上。
胆小如鼠的我差点晕了过去。当时的我，头脑一片空白，只能吐出一句“对不起－我不知道。”。兄弟们的嘲笑声响彻云霄，刺透了我的心。自小，兄弟们不曾嘲笑过我，这是痛苦的第一次。也许是他们发泄压力的方法吧。这是我们在一起的最后几分钟了，我要饶恕他们，不要留给自己任何的遗憾。
沉醉在思考中的我，差点就没听见第二道问题了。“说出你要娶欧粉公主的原因。”原因？其实原因是有的，但－说不出口。我就像个没做功课的学生，老师问起时，不敢将事实说出来。
兄弟们都把各自的原因说出来了。因为欧粉公主很美、因为很爱欧粉公主、因为和欧粉公主结婚是个荣幸……全都被他们说尽了。其实，我想他们内心真正的想法，应该是和我一样的吧。
真尴尬啊，又是剩下我还没回答！但，我该答什么呢？突然，心里仿佛听见欧法丽皇后的声音在说 “第一个条件是性格要坦诚。”我不管三七二十一了，坦诚就坦诚吧！我鼓起勇气，轻声地回答说：“因为我不想死。”
大家呆呆地望着我，似乎在对我说“你真是‘勇气可嘉’啊！就算要死了，也不该这么不礼貌啊！”我也呆呆地望着他们，被自己一时的勇气吓到了，开始后悔了。我们这样，就彼此“放电”了好一段时间，直到欧法丽皇后再次开口。
“王子，欢迎你。”
一道金光猛照在……在……我身上？皇后，您搞错了吧。我向后退了几步。然而，金光随着我退，依然把我照得有如太阳般的亮。不可能，这是不可能的，我刚才的答案是那么的－
“坦诚！纯洁！”欧法丽皇后的声音再次传了出来。“我要的是个坦诚的答案，而不是花言巧语！你们尚未曾见过欧粉公主，怎么可能知道她是美丽的、是聪明的、是善良的呢？在第二道问题，我要的不只是坦诚，我也要见到纯洁！我不想要一个只会贪图美色、地位的王子，唯有那把生命放在心中第一位的，他才是最纯洁的，最配当王子的！虽然如此，欧粉公主的终身大事始终都要由自己决定。现在，请你们往后退十步。”
我们照着行了。不久，我们看见有个微小的女孩向我们走来。这女孩身上穿着一件粉红色的裙子，且散发着粉红色的光芒。她真美。她的美，是非笔墨所能形容的。当她迎面而来时，我目瞪口呆地望着她，头脑一片空白，心跳加速了一百倍。当时的我，似乎被她迷住了。奇怪的是，她也和这国家一样，给了我一种熟悉的感觉。
这时，她看见我了。她慢慢地走向我，脸上的表情让人难以测透。不知不觉的，我发现我也正走向她，走到了她的面前。我们停下了脚步，望着对方的眼睛。她的眼睛好大，好美，但却是湿的。两排珍珠般的泪水从那双水晶般的眼睛流了出来。我将她搂在怀中，发现自己的脸也是湿的。我并不知道为什么我们会哭，因为我心里充满的是喜乐，她眼里的也不是悲伤。只知道，在这一刻，我似乎完整了，就像是一条线，两端合了起来，形成了一个圆圈。
她没哭了；我轻轻地放开了她。原本的我也不想说话的，但突然想起了。“我梦中的公主！”我高喊。
她惊讶地望着我。“我梦中的王子？”
这时候，我看见兄弟们一个一个离开了。伤心是难免的，我跪了下来，痛哭。感觉上自己也成了帮凶，因为我夺走了他们唯一存活的机会。但就在这时，欧粉公主也跪了下来，握着我的手。看着她，我这才发现我才是她真正的王子，我的位子是不能被别人取代的。
“你愿意与我合成一体吗？”公主突然开口问。
我脑中满是疑问，但不问太多了。只要一辈子都能与她在一起，我就什么都愿意。于是，我点了点头。
她闭上眼睛，走向我，走入我。她住进了我的心里，刚才我所不明白的一切，都不问而解了。我（和她）一起往南方走去，进宫了。宫内并没有其他人。我想，可能这国家的王宫就只是让王子和公主享受“二人世界”的吧！
突然，我变了。我变大了，肚子也长出一条管道来。真怪异！我怕了起来，哭了。这时候，心中有一个声音告诉我，我体积中会有变化，是因为我的身体不再属于我自己，现在我身上多了个妻子啊！想到这里，我嘴角不禁意地弯了上来。至于那管道，暂时就不理它了，相信日后会有用途的吧！
过了好几个小时，我开始闷了。和一个看不见的伴侣在一起，其实和独自一人大同小异而已。而且，肚子开始“隆隆隆”地响起了，有如打雷般。我想站起来，找些食物吃，但－啊！发生什么事啊！我肚子上的管道竟然紧紧粘着墙壁，导致我不能移动身子。害怕中，就抓着那管道使命地拉，奇迹发生了！突然觉得有些食物涌进我的身体似的，我不饿了。
真有趣！这国家真是充满惊喜。从那次起，每当我肚子饿时，我就会把肚子上的管道拉了拉，就不再饿了。但每天过着这千篇一律的生活，对好动的我来说，是一种折磨。
直到有一天，我听见“碰”的一声，感觉到一阵强烈的震动。发生地震了吗？但，还没来得及思虑这一切时，突然感到头部那强烈的撞击，随着就不省人事了。
当我恢复知觉时，发现四周围都是白光。哦，原来这就是天堂。我坐了起来，摸摸自己的头。不痛了－难道我真的死了？但就在这时，那白光却忽然没了，我还在宫内。原来我的生命还没有结束。
我对这生活真的感到好厌倦，恨不得立即就去和兄弟们在一起。听说兄弟们去了的那个地方是没有苦的，一切都是美好的。为什么？为什么我要成为王子？心中的愤怒以及对兄弟们的怀念使我透不过气来。为了发泄情绪，我狠狠地往墙壁踢了一脚。
我躺在地上，气还未消。我很累，真的很累了。耳边的那蚊子好烦啊，我把头晃了晃，但声音还是持续不断。听着听着，又不像是蚊子发出的声音。原来是歌声啊。那歌声很温柔，听了后，我有了一种被爱的感觉。这感觉很难形容，只知道这歌声渗进了我的内心，让我温馨，让我平静了。
“欧粉公主？是你吗？”
我问了，却没得到回应。想着想着，也应该不会是她。那歌声虽然给了我一种亲切的感觉，却又是如此的遥远。再仔细听了听，好像是从北方传下来的。那歌声是如此的动听，听着听着，我睡着了。
就这样，我在那歌声的陪伴下，度过了每一日。不知不觉的，我对这声音建立起很深的感情。只要一天没听见，就会很不安，心里好像少了什么东西似的。日子一天一天地过去了，渐渐的，宫内的空间越来越狭窄－我逐渐长大了。在这里住了差不多一年了，若能有个新家，那该多好啊！
愿望达成了，那日来临了。一切来得太突然了，我心中来不及作些防备，那怪事就发生了。四周围的墙壁包围着我，压迫着我。我被这些墙壁逼进一条很窄，很窄的隧道，我不能呼吸。一股压力推动着我，我慢慢地经过那狭窄的隧道。原来不能呼吸是这么痛苦的，这一切到底何时才会结束呢？
突然，强烈的光芒扑眼而来。我受不了，紧闭着双眼。随着而来的就是那我没预料到的冷，我的身体顿时似乎冻结了。经过了这一切，以为没有更可恶的事了，但就在这时，感到一个巨人的手把我拿了起来，往我背后打了一掌！
我受不了这一切了，放声大哭，哭得连自己能呼吸了都没察觉到。那巨人用一片毛毛的物体包着我的身体，顿时温暖多了。他把我交给另一个巨人。第二个巨人把我搂在怀中，身上的味道是多么的熟悉，怀抱是多么的温暖。在这巨人的怀里，我得到了安全感，平静了。我知道，这巨人是不会让任何人伤害我的。这巨人抚摸着我的头，用那温柔、动听、熟悉的声音轻轻地对我说：“宝贝，欢迎你来到这世界上！我是妈妈。”
然而，我们心中其实也存有一丝的期待，一丝的兴奋。因为，那唯一的存活者将会和欧法丽皇后的掌上明珠－欧粉公主成亲。成为欧粉公主的王子，是我们自小的愿望。虽然如此，那决定我们生死的，却又是欧粉公主。因此，我们对她产生了非笔墨所能形容的感情，其中包含了爱、恨、敬、惧。
即将面临的，始终都要面临；即将到来的，始终都会到来。有人说，光阴似箭。对，他们说得对，时间实在过得太快了。还没来得及与兄弟们一起回顾往事，我们之间的默契就告诉我们，时刻已到。当时的我，感到轻飘飘的，若有人告诉我这只不过是一场恶梦，我想我应该会相信。但，这报喜信的人始终都没出现。于是，只好和兄弟们一起到西门洋去。西门洋，是个我们不曾去过的海洋。这次，是我们去的第一次，也是最后一次。我们的任务就是以最快的速度，从西门洋游到邻国去。我们的终点，就在那国家的中心。我们的终点，也就是在欧法丽皇后的家门外。
突然，我们感到很高兴，很兴奋。这莫名其妙的感觉仿佛形成了一股冲力。我和几千个兄弟，凭着这股冲力，一致地向前游。游着游着，我们离开了自己的国家，进入了另一个和我国有着天渊之别的国家。习惯了表面粗糙且体积大的我们，当看见这新国时，感到很讶异。这地方处处都表面光滑，四周围的物体也很细小，很精致。相信这一切都是欧法丽皇后的杰作吧！这国家和我们的国家相比起来，就像是一粒珍珠和一块石头，虽然九十巴仙是不一样的，但却还保留着些少许的共同点。有人说，珍珠像一块被磨过，被加工过的石头。同样的，这国家陌生中带有点儿熟悉，像是曾经见过，却被遗忘在记忆中的一个角落似的。
到了，我们到了。我们到了欧法丽皇后的家门前，到了生命的边界。我们围着她的家，等待。不久，一个严肃中带有亲切的声音传了出来。“欢迎你们。相信你们都知道，我要将我的女儿许配给你们当中的其中一位。我的女儿是我的至爱，若将她放在我心中的第二位，（那就不会有第一位了。因此，我不能随意把女儿交给任何人。若要娶我的女儿，）*I DON‘T BELIEVE IT, I ACTUALLY LEFT THIS WHOLE SENTENCE OUT. I dunno wat the judges must hv thought!*那就要先具备三大条件。”说到这里，我和兄弟们彼此对望。虽然没出声，但个个的表情都明显在说着：“完了，这次完了！”
欧法丽皇后接着说：“第一个条件是性格要坦诚。第二，内心要纯洁。第三，更要纯洁。”我们傻傻地望着欧法丽皇后。这究竟是容易，还是困难？坦诚，纯洁，更纯洁？但还没开始摸索自己的心，她又说话了。
“现在，我要问你们两个问题。谁答得好，谁就能作我的女媳。你们留心听着，这是第一题。请用一个形容词来形容欧粉公主。”
糟了，这次糟了。该用什么形容词？这时，兄弟们开口了。
“美丽！”
“可爱！”
“小！”
“聪明！”
“乖！”
“善良！”
不久，兄弟们都答完了，剩下我一个，还在犹豫着，深怕祸从口出。欧法丽皇后的声音又传了出来。“据我的计算，该是还有一位还没回答！”接着，一道不知何处来的白光照射在我身上。
胆小如鼠的我差点晕了过去。当时的我，头脑一片空白，只能吐出一句“对不起－我不知道。”。兄弟们的嘲笑声响彻云霄，刺透了我的心。自小，兄弟们不曾嘲笑过我，这是痛苦的第一次。也许是他们发泄压力的方法吧。这是我们在一起的最后几分钟了，我要饶恕他们，不要留给自己任何的遗憾。
沉醉在思考中的我，差点就没听见第二道问题了。“说出你要娶欧粉公主的原因。”原因？其实原因是有的，但－说不出口。我就像个没做功课的学生，老师问起时，不敢将事实说出来。
兄弟们都把各自的原因说出来了。因为欧粉公主很美、因为很爱欧粉公主、因为和欧粉公主结婚是个荣幸……全都被他们说尽了。其实，我想他们内心真正的想法，应该是和我一样的吧。
真尴尬啊，又是剩下我还没回答！但，我该答什么呢？突然，心里仿佛听见欧法丽皇后的声音在说 “第一个条件是性格要坦诚。”我不管三七二十一了，坦诚就坦诚吧！我鼓起勇气，轻声地回答说：“因为我不想死。”
大家呆呆地望着我，似乎在对我说“你真是‘勇气可嘉’啊！就算要死了，也不该这么不礼貌啊！”我也呆呆地望着他们，被自己一时的勇气吓到了，开始后悔了。我们这样，就彼此“放电”了好一段时间，直到欧法丽皇后再次开口。
“王子，欢迎你。”
一道金光猛照在……在……我身上？皇后，您搞错了吧。我向后退了几步。然而，金光随着我退，依然把我照得有如太阳般的亮。不可能，这是不可能的，我刚才的答案是那么的－
“坦诚！纯洁！”欧法丽皇后的声音再次传了出来。“我要的是个坦诚的答案，而不是花言巧语！你们尚未曾见过欧粉公主，怎么可能知道她是美丽的、是聪明的、是善良的呢？在第二道问题，我要的不只是坦诚，我也要见到纯洁！我不想要一个只会贪图美色、地位的王子，唯有那把生命放在心中第一位的，他才是最纯洁的，最配当王子的！虽然如此，欧粉公主的终身大事始终都要由自己决定。现在，请你们往后退十步。”
我们照着行了。不久，我们看见有个微小的女孩向我们走来。这女孩身上穿着一件粉红色的裙子，且散发着粉红色的光芒。她真美。她的美，是非笔墨所能形容的。当她迎面而来时，我目瞪口呆地望着她，头脑一片空白，心跳加速了一百倍。当时的我，似乎被她迷住了。奇怪的是，她也和这国家一样，给了我一种熟悉的感觉。
这时，她看见我了。她慢慢地走向我，脸上的表情让人难以测透。不知不觉的，我发现我也正走向她，走到了她的面前。我们停下了脚步，望着对方的眼睛。她的眼睛好大，好美，但却是湿的。两排珍珠般的泪水从那双水晶般的眼睛流了出来。我将她搂在怀中，发现自己的脸也是湿的。我并不知道为什么我们会哭，因为我心里充满的是喜乐，她眼里的也不是悲伤。只知道，在这一刻，我似乎完整了，就像是一条线，两端合了起来，形成了一个圆圈。
她没哭了；我轻轻地放开了她。原本的我也不想说话的，但突然想起了。“我梦中的公主！”我高喊。
她惊讶地望着我。“我梦中的王子？”
这时候，我看见兄弟们一个一个离开了。伤心是难免的，我跪了下来，痛哭。感觉上自己也成了帮凶，因为我夺走了他们唯一存活的机会。但就在这时，欧粉公主也跪了下来，握着我的手。看着她，我这才发现我才是她真正的王子，我的位子是不能被别人取代的。
“你愿意与我合成一体吗？”公主突然开口问。
我脑中满是疑问，但不问太多了。只要一辈子都能与她在一起，我就什么都愿意。于是，我点了点头。
她闭上眼睛，走向我，走入我。她住进了我的心里，刚才我所不明白的一切，都不问而解了。我（和她）一起往南方走去，进宫了。宫内并没有其他人。我想，可能这国家的王宫就只是让王子和公主享受“二人世界”的吧！
突然，我变了。我变大了，肚子也长出一条管道来。真怪异！我怕了起来，哭了。这时候，心中有一个声音告诉我，我体积中会有变化，是因为我的身体不再属于我自己，现在我身上多了个妻子啊！想到这里，我嘴角不禁意地弯了上来。至于那管道，暂时就不理它了，相信日后会有用途的吧！
过了好几个小时，我开始闷了。和一个看不见的伴侣在一起，其实和独自一人大同小异而已。而且，肚子开始“隆隆隆”地响起了，有如打雷般。我想站起来，找些食物吃，但－啊！发生什么事啊！我肚子上的管道竟然紧紧粘着墙壁，导致我不能移动身子。害怕中，就抓着那管道使命地拉，奇迹发生了！突然觉得有些食物涌进我的身体似的，我不饿了。
真有趣！这国家真是充满惊喜。从那次起，每当我肚子饿时，我就会把肚子上的管道拉了拉，就不再饿了。但每天过着这千篇一律的生活，对好动的我来说，是一种折磨。
直到有一天，我听见“碰”的一声，感觉到一阵强烈的震动。发生地震了吗？但，还没来得及思虑这一切时，突然感到头部那强烈的撞击，随着就不省人事了。
当我恢复知觉时，发现四周围都是白光。哦，原来这就是天堂。我坐了起来，摸摸自己的头。不痛了－难道我真的死了？但就在这时，那白光却忽然没了，我还在宫内。原来我的生命还没有结束。
我对这生活真的感到好厌倦，恨不得立即就去和兄弟们在一起。听说兄弟们去了的那个地方是没有苦的，一切都是美好的。为什么？为什么我要成为王子？心中的愤怒以及对兄弟们的怀念使我透不过气来。为了发泄情绪，我狠狠地往墙壁踢了一脚。
我躺在地上，气还未消。我很累，真的很累了。耳边的那蚊子好烦啊，我把头晃了晃，但声音还是持续不断。听着听着，又不像是蚊子发出的声音。原来是歌声啊。那歌声很温柔，听了后，我有了一种被爱的感觉。这感觉很难形容，只知道这歌声渗进了我的内心，让我温馨，让我平静了。
“欧粉公主？是你吗？”
我问了，却没得到回应。想着想着，也应该不会是她。那歌声虽然给了我一种亲切的感觉，却又是如此的遥远。再仔细听了听，好像是从北方传下来的。那歌声是如此的动听，听着听着，我睡着了。
就这样，我在那歌声的陪伴下，度过了每一日。不知不觉的，我对这声音建立起很深的感情。只要一天没听见，就会很不安，心里好像少了什么东西似的。日子一天一天地过去了，渐渐的，宫内的空间越来越狭窄－我逐渐长大了。在这里住了差不多一年了，若能有个新家，那该多好啊！
愿望达成了，那日来临了。一切来得太突然了，我心中来不及作些防备，那怪事就发生了。四周围的墙壁包围着我，压迫着我。我被这些墙壁逼进一条很窄，很窄的隧道，我不能呼吸。一股压力推动着我，我慢慢地经过那狭窄的隧道。原来不能呼吸是这么痛苦的，这一切到底何时才会结束呢？
突然，强烈的光芒扑眼而来。我受不了，紧闭着双眼。随着而来的就是那我没预料到的冷，我的身体顿时似乎冻结了。经过了这一切，以为没有更可恶的事了，但就在这时，感到一个巨人的手把我拿了起来，往我背后打了一掌！
我受不了这一切了，放声大哭，哭得连自己能呼吸了都没察觉到。那巨人用一片毛毛的物体包着我的身体，顿时温暖多了。他把我交给另一个巨人。第二个巨人把我搂在怀中，身上的味道是多么的熟悉，怀抱是多么的温暖。在这巨人的怀里，我得到了安全感，平静了。我知道，这巨人是不会让任何人伤害我的。这巨人抚摸着我的头，用那温柔、动听、熟悉的声音轻轻地对我说：“宝贝，欢迎你来到这世界上！我是妈妈。”
Monday, April 13, 2009
My Dream House 23/1/2009 (1st english essay of this year)
We see many different types of houses today. Due to the constantly improving efforts and ideas of architects, many of the houses we see nowadays are designed very creatively and attractively. However, not many people are rich enough to buy their ideal house, so, like me, they just have to be content with their current one. Although I have seen both the exterior and interior of many houses, none of them matches exactly the description of my own dream house.
My dream house is four-storey high. The colours of the walls of my house will change according to the weather. When it is warm or hot weather, the walls will change into different shades of blue. On the other hand, when it is cold, the colour of the walls will switch to different shades of my favourite colour - pink. If the rain has just stopped, the walls will be rainbow-coloured to match the rainbow in the sky. The floor of my dream house is covered in rose-coloured tiles in cold weather. When it is warm, however, the tiles will become dark-blue. The roof of my dream house is made of a transparent material, enabling me to see through the roof. This is because I love watching the clouds in the sky.
My dream house consists of eleven rooms. The sitting room and the kitchen is located on the ground floor. There is also a toilet. In fact, there are toilets on the ground floor, first floor and second floor. There is no toilet on the top floor of my dream house because, as I mentioned earlier, the roof is made of a transparent material. The sitting room of my dream house is very big, spacious and comfortable. There are curtains hanging from the ceiling to make the room seem even bigger. The kitchen is also quite big, but half of it serves as my dining room. There are nine windows in my kitchen, to ensure it will not be too stuffy.
There are no escalator in my house. This is because walking upstairs is a good form of exercise. Thus, if you proceed up the stairs to the first floor, you will see two bedrooms, a study room, and a toilet. One of the bedrooms is for myself, whereas the other one is for guests. My bedroom is big, with a queen-sized bed and a few diamond-paned windows. There is a big wardrobe and a dressing table. Besides, there are also little fluorescent stars and moons on the ceiling. The other bedroom is for guests. It is furnished almost exactly as my own room, except that the wardrobe is not so big. The study room is wide and airy. There are bookshelves lining the four walls of the room. Besides, there are also two vases of flowers in the room, in order to make the room look more pretty and smell more fragrant.
On the second floor of my house, there are only two rooms, that is a mini gymnasium and, of course, a toilet. The gymnasium is for me to carry out my daily exercises. There are many types of exercising apparatus in this room. This room is the perfect place for me to help me keep fit and maintain a slim figure. Due to the many exercising apparatus - from dumbells and skipping ropes to running machines - the room is so big that it takes up three quarters of the second floor.
The computer room and the rest room are on the top floor of my house. If I want to play games, I will have to climb three flights of stairs all the way to the top floor. Thus, this is to help me not to play so often. Even if I do go up, it will help me to tone the muscles in my legs. The computer room is quite small, with one computer and a rack for me to put all my CDs and diskettes. The rest room, however, is almost as big as the mini gymnasium. It is a room for me to simply relax after a hard day's work. There is a mat for me to just lie down and look up at the sky through the transparent roof. Besides, there are also many soft toys - bears, dolls, bunnies, clowns and many more - for me to hug and play with. Some people may think I am childish, but I also have a small corner just for Barbie Dolls. Other than that, there are hundreds of storybooks in this room for me to read at leisure. Lastly, there is a swing at a corner of the room. In short, this room is a room next to paradise.
This house is only a dream, a fantasy for me. Actually, as long as our house serve as a roof and four walls, we ought to be grateful and give thanks to God. The things that matters most is not our house, for the main use of a house is to provide a place for shelter, what matters most is the family within our house. Therefore, let us place our highest priority not on our house, but on our home.
My dream house is four-storey high. The colours of the walls of my house will change according to the weather. When it is warm or hot weather, the walls will change into different shades of blue. On the other hand, when it is cold, the colour of the walls will switch to different shades of my favourite colour - pink. If the rain has just stopped, the walls will be rainbow-coloured to match the rainbow in the sky. The floor of my dream house is covered in rose-coloured tiles in cold weather. When it is warm, however, the tiles will become dark-blue. The roof of my dream house is made of a transparent material, enabling me to see through the roof. This is because I love watching the clouds in the sky.
My dream house consists of eleven rooms. The sitting room and the kitchen is located on the ground floor. There is also a toilet. In fact, there are toilets on the ground floor, first floor and second floor. There is no toilet on the top floor of my dream house because, as I mentioned earlier, the roof is made of a transparent material. The sitting room of my dream house is very big, spacious and comfortable. There are curtains hanging from the ceiling to make the room seem even bigger. The kitchen is also quite big, but half of it serves as my dining room. There are nine windows in my kitchen, to ensure it will not be too stuffy.
There are no escalator in my house. This is because walking upstairs is a good form of exercise. Thus, if you proceed up the stairs to the first floor, you will see two bedrooms, a study room, and a toilet. One of the bedrooms is for myself, whereas the other one is for guests. My bedroom is big, with a queen-sized bed and a few diamond-paned windows. There is a big wardrobe and a dressing table. Besides, there are also little fluorescent stars and moons on the ceiling. The other bedroom is for guests. It is furnished almost exactly as my own room, except that the wardrobe is not so big. The study room is wide and airy. There are bookshelves lining the four walls of the room. Besides, there are also two vases of flowers in the room, in order to make the room look more pretty and smell more fragrant.
On the second floor of my house, there are only two rooms, that is a mini gymnasium and, of course, a toilet. The gymnasium is for me to carry out my daily exercises. There are many types of exercising apparatus in this room. This room is the perfect place for me to help me keep fit and maintain a slim figure. Due to the many exercising apparatus - from dumbells and skipping ropes to running machines - the room is so big that it takes up three quarters of the second floor.
The computer room and the rest room are on the top floor of my house. If I want to play games, I will have to climb three flights of stairs all the way to the top floor. Thus, this is to help me not to play so often. Even if I do go up, it will help me to tone the muscles in my legs. The computer room is quite small, with one computer and a rack for me to put all my CDs and diskettes. The rest room, however, is almost as big as the mini gymnasium. It is a room for me to simply relax after a hard day's work. There is a mat for me to just lie down and look up at the sky through the transparent roof. Besides, there are also many soft toys - bears, dolls, bunnies, clowns and many more - for me to hug and play with. Some people may think I am childish, but I also have a small corner just for Barbie Dolls. Other than that, there are hundreds of storybooks in this room for me to read at leisure. Lastly, there is a swing at a corner of the room. In short, this room is a room next to paradise.
This house is only a dream, a fantasy for me. Actually, as long as our house serve as a roof and four walls, we ought to be grateful and give thanks to God. The things that matters most is not our house, for the main use of a house is to provide a place for shelter, what matters most is the family within our house. Therefore, let us place our highest priority not on our house, but on our home.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
不寻常的… 23/1/2009
不寻常的爱
“哈哈哈哈哈……”一阵奸笑声把我从睡眠中惊醒了。愣了几秒，才发现到原来是从自己的口中传出来的。也许是梦中的我太兴奋了吧！再看看墙壁上那粉红色的钟，我吓到了。昨天和朋友们约好了九点钟在茶餐室见面，而现在已经是八点五十分了！
经过一番匆忙的梳洗后，我急忙打开衣橱。这时，才想起我最爱的牛仔裤还晾在屋外。于是，身上还穿着睡衣的我就冲到屋外，想把牛仔裤收进来。于是我打开门，跑出去。（会不会觉得这句很多余？！随便…ok…接下去）
“叭叭叭叭叭！”（老师：这是母鸡的叫声吗？我：我家的母鸡就是酱子叫的吗=.=）“汪汪汪！”一阵吵杂的鸡叫声和狗吠声引起了我的注意力。我朝着声音的方向走去，那声音把我带到了屋后。一看，原来是只凶猛的野狗正准备与我家的其中一只黑色的母鸡打架！
那只野狗耳朵竖起，眼睛凶狠，还露出了两排洁白且有如刀般尖锐的牙齿。别说是一只微微的小母鸡，连我都快吓得屁滚尿流了。虽然如此，母鸡也不堪势弱，它全身的羽毛都站起来了，翅膀张开，一对珍珠般大的眼睛里完全反映出了它对那只狗的恨恶。
这时，我突然看见母鸡身后有些动静。仔细一看，才发现到原来有四只小鸡正躲在母鸡的身后！我明白了：那母鸡肯定是为了保护自己的小鸡，才想与这只狗打起架来。顿时，让我联想起小学时常玩的游戏--“老鹰捉小鸡”。
那只狗忽然扑向一只小鸡。不晓得是因为一时之气还是一时之惊，母鸡飞到半空中去了。降回地面后，母鸡立刻再次跑到小鸡们前面，使劲地啄那身型比它大至少六倍的野狗。那狗的眼神似乎能喷出火来了，随着它便想一口把母鸡咬死。然而，母鸡却侥幸避开了。野狗似乎不愤，再次攻击那只母鸡。这次，几滴血喷了出来。
离它们约三米之地的我好像变成了木头人，从刚才一直到现在连一根头发也没动过。但当我见到这只已受伤却还在准备继续搏斗下去的英勇母鸡时，我的内心就好像被些什么触到了。我突然有了一股不知哪来的老虎胆，发现到自己的脚正在向着那只狗追跑，嘴巴正不停地咒骂着那只狗，然而手中却一个武器也没有。令人意想不到的是，那只狗好像也被我吓到了，转身就跑。正所谓“一山还有一山高”啊！我匆忙地跑进屋里，换上衣服，准备出门。
今天所发生的事情真令我难以忘怀。如此的大爱，竟能浮现在一只母鸡身上，这是何等地不寻常啊！
老师的评语：内容新颖，特别，表达能力与遣词用字都不错，继续努力哦！
我的评语：老师…你教了我一年后就应该不会再说我的内容新颖了啦…旧颖就有…我的作文通常都是以动物为主题的…哈哈…
“哈哈哈哈哈……”一阵奸笑声把我从睡眠中惊醒了。愣了几秒，才发现到原来是从自己的口中传出来的。也许是梦中的我太兴奋了吧！再看看墙壁上那粉红色的钟，我吓到了。昨天和朋友们约好了九点钟在茶餐室见面，而现在已经是八点五十分了！
经过一番匆忙的梳洗后，我急忙打开衣橱。这时，才想起我最爱的牛仔裤还晾在屋外。于是，身上还穿着睡衣的我就冲到屋外，想把牛仔裤收进来。于是我打开门，跑出去。（会不会觉得这句很多余？！随便…ok…接下去）
“叭叭叭叭叭！”（老师：这是母鸡的叫声吗？我：我家的母鸡就是酱子叫的吗=.=）“汪汪汪！”一阵吵杂的鸡叫声和狗吠声引起了我的注意力。我朝着声音的方向走去，那声音把我带到了屋后。一看，原来是只凶猛的野狗正准备与我家的其中一只黑色的母鸡打架！
那只野狗耳朵竖起，眼睛凶狠，还露出了两排洁白且有如刀般尖锐的牙齿。别说是一只微微的小母鸡，连我都快吓得屁滚尿流了。虽然如此，母鸡也不堪势弱，它全身的羽毛都站起来了，翅膀张开，一对珍珠般大的眼睛里完全反映出了它对那只狗的恨恶。
这时，我突然看见母鸡身后有些动静。仔细一看，才发现到原来有四只小鸡正躲在母鸡的身后！我明白了：那母鸡肯定是为了保护自己的小鸡，才想与这只狗打起架来。顿时，让我联想起小学时常玩的游戏--“老鹰捉小鸡”。
那只狗忽然扑向一只小鸡。不晓得是因为一时之气还是一时之惊，母鸡飞到半空中去了。降回地面后，母鸡立刻再次跑到小鸡们前面，使劲地啄那身型比它大至少六倍的野狗。那狗的眼神似乎能喷出火来了，随着它便想一口把母鸡咬死。然而，母鸡却侥幸避开了。野狗似乎不愤，再次攻击那只母鸡。这次，几滴血喷了出来。
离它们约三米之地的我好像变成了木头人，从刚才一直到现在连一根头发也没动过。但当我见到这只已受伤却还在准备继续搏斗下去的英勇母鸡时，我的内心就好像被些什么触到了。我突然有了一股不知哪来的老虎胆，发现到自己的脚正在向着那只狗追跑，嘴巴正不停地咒骂着那只狗，然而手中却一个武器也没有。令人意想不到的是，那只狗好像也被我吓到了，转身就跑。正所谓“一山还有一山高”啊！我匆忙地跑进屋里，换上衣服，准备出门。
今天所发生的事情真令我难以忘怀。如此的大爱，竟能浮现在一只母鸡身上，这是何等地不寻常啊！
老师的评语：内容新颖，特别，表达能力与遣词用字都不错，继续努力哦！
我的评语：老师…你教了我一年后就应该不会再说我的内容新颖了啦…旧颖就有…我的作文通常都是以动物为主题的…哈哈…
Saturday, March 14, 2009
完成故事（结尾） 17/9/2008（不知道是不是预考的时候？）
“喵！喵！喵！喵！喵！”一阵又凄惨又尖的猫叫声把正在发白日梦的我给吵醒了。我用双手捂着耳朵，想继续发我的白日梦，可是持续不断的猫叫声把我脑海中一幅幅美丽的画面变成许多小猫的画面了！我觉得很无奈，便走出屋外探个究竟。
走出屋外，才发现到猫叫声是从我家门前面的一棵大树上传下来的。树下则有一只很凶恶的野狗，连站在远方的我都能看见它那两排尖锐的牙齿。这只狗正围着大树转圈子，目不转睛地盯着树上的小猫。虽然这只狗没发出声音，可是这样给我的感觉更可怕，更恐怖。再加上它那尖尖竖起的三角形耳朵和直直的尾巴，足以让我立刻跑进屋里，关上门。
虽然在屋里给了我无比的安全感，可是猫的叫声还是不绝于耳，把我给烦得不成人形了。我心中正在犹豫，难道要我为了一只小猫牺牲自己的小命吗？可是“喵喵喵”的叫声真的是很烦，很烦，很烦！于是，我鼓起勇气，拿着我的武器--两把雨伞，再次走到屋外。
我一步一步地向大树走去，我的脚好像变得千斤重似的。我好不容易才走到离那只狗约一米的距离，壮起胆子，跺了一下脚。那只狗转过来瞪着我。我呆呆地望着它，它的那两排尖利的牙齿是多么的耀眼！但我不可能一辈子对着一只狗“放电”，所以终于吐出了两个字：“回…回家。”过后才想起，这是野狗，它没有家！但奇迹的是，它真的转身跑了！正当我高兴地称赞着自己时，听见后面传来了一些声音。我转过身，心里想：这回不好了。
我后面竟然是…另一只狗！这只狗若要拿来和刚才的那只比较，那一只可算是娇小玲珑了！正当我快晕过去时，我看见手上的雨伞。我将手上的雨伞向着那只狗打开。幸好那只狗是胆小如鼠的，我把它吓走了！
虽然两只狗都走了，那只猫还在叫！看来，它应该是抽筋了。没爬过树的我，今天真的感觉到自己很伟大，于是心情比平时好。我做了一件我平时绝对不会做的事情--我冒着生命的危险，爬上大树，把小猫救了下来！我心里真的好欢喜，很有成就感。可是又想起，我今天表现出了这么大的勇敢，却没人来欣赏！
咦？现在才发现到，怎么身边围了这么多人我都没察觉到的？这时，掌声响起，大家异口同声地说：“恭喜，恭喜，你终于成功了！”
走出屋外，才发现到猫叫声是从我家门前面的一棵大树上传下来的。树下则有一只很凶恶的野狗，连站在远方的我都能看见它那两排尖锐的牙齿。这只狗正围着大树转圈子，目不转睛地盯着树上的小猫。虽然这只狗没发出声音，可是这样给我的感觉更可怕，更恐怖。再加上它那尖尖竖起的三角形耳朵和直直的尾巴，足以让我立刻跑进屋里，关上门。
虽然在屋里给了我无比的安全感，可是猫的叫声还是不绝于耳，把我给烦得不成人形了。我心中正在犹豫，难道要我为了一只小猫牺牲自己的小命吗？可是“喵喵喵”的叫声真的是很烦，很烦，很烦！于是，我鼓起勇气，拿着我的武器--两把雨伞，再次走到屋外。
我一步一步地向大树走去，我的脚好像变得千斤重似的。我好不容易才走到离那只狗约一米的距离，壮起胆子，跺了一下脚。那只狗转过来瞪着我。我呆呆地望着它，它的那两排尖利的牙齿是多么的耀眼！但我不可能一辈子对着一只狗“放电”，所以终于吐出了两个字：“回…回家。”过后才想起，这是野狗，它没有家！但奇迹的是，它真的转身跑了！正当我高兴地称赞着自己时，听见后面传来了一些声音。我转过身，心里想：这回不好了。
我后面竟然是…另一只狗！这只狗若要拿来和刚才的那只比较，那一只可算是娇小玲珑了！正当我快晕过去时，我看见手上的雨伞。我将手上的雨伞向着那只狗打开。幸好那只狗是胆小如鼠的，我把它吓走了！
虽然两只狗都走了，那只猫还在叫！看来，它应该是抽筋了。没爬过树的我，今天真的感觉到自己很伟大，于是心情比平时好。我做了一件我平时绝对不会做的事情--我冒着生命的危险，爬上大树，把小猫救了下来！我心里真的好欢喜，很有成就感。可是又想起，我今天表现出了这么大的勇敢，却没人来欣赏！
咦？现在才发现到，怎么身边围了这么多人我都没察觉到的？这时，掌声响起，大家异口同声地说：“恭喜，恭喜，你终于成功了！”
Flowers 14/2/2009
I glanced at the calendar. It was the fourteenth of February. Two weeks ago, I had excitedly marked a red heart next to the date. But now, it was the day, and I did not feel excited anymore. Six days ago, I had just heard from my friends that my secret crush was crushing on another girl. Since that day, my mind had become strangely blank and I hardly ever noticed what I was doing.
I heard the rattle of the gate. It was the postman. I got up halfway from my chair, but then sat back down. Let somebody else get the post, I thought. I was sure that there would not be any letters for me.
"Beep, beep, beep!" The postman was honking. I got up most unwillingly from and went to the door, kicking a pouffe out of the way as I went to the door.
The postman handed three letters to me. I glanced at them. One was for my father, and the other two were for my sister. My heart sank. What had I expected? I turned on my heel moodily and started to go back into the house when a movement caught my eye. I looked to the left, and saw it, a bunch of flowers lying just outside the front door.
I blinked. Where had the flowers come from? I stooped down and picked them up. They were not just any flowers, they were roses. In fact, they were red roses. Red roses meant love. And it was Valentine's Day. And, judging from the movement I saw just now, the roses had just been thrown there seconds ago.
I dashed to the gate, and was just in time to see a boy disappearing round a corner. Even without seeing his face, I know who he was. It was my secret crush, Jeffery Tan. For a moment, I just stood there, trying to get my brain to absorb this startling fact. Jeffery just threw a bunch of roses at my front door? Had the rumours been untrue after all? Was it possible that he was in love with...with me?
I rushed after him. Just when I had nearly caught up with him, he broke into a sudden run. I raced after him, screaming, "Stop! Stop!". The passersby stared at us and a burly man stuck out his foot. Jeffery tripped over the man's foot and fell, sprawling on all fours, on the ground.
I hurried towards Jeffery and panted, "Are you all right?". He seemed surprised to see me. He nodded and glanced over his shoulder. Without a word, he walked straight on, motioning to me to follow. When we finally reached a busy street, he said to me, "Just now there was somebody following me."
I looked at him. He had run away just because he heard somebody following him? Not because he wanted to avoid me?
"And by the way," he added. "Why are you here?"
"I...I think the somebody who was following you might have been...been...me." I was stammering shamefully, watching as Jeffery's face grew steadily angrier.
"That was you?" He didn't raise his voice, but there was a certain amount of strain behind his voice that meant he was trying hard to restrain his anger.
"Yes--well," I added defensively. "It's your fault in the first place, who threw a bunch of roses over my gate just now?"
"What have your stupid roses got to do with me?" He was really losing his temper now. "Everyone knows that the girl of my dreams is Polly! I wouldn't look at you twice."
I felt humiliated and frustrated. "So...so it really wasn't you?"
"Were you deaf just now?" he yelled at me. "And now," he glanced at his watch, on which the surface was badly scratched due to the fall he had just now. "I'm ten minutes late for my first date with Polly!"
He pushed me roughly out of the way and, within minutes, was out of sight. I stood rooted to the spot, unable to move. Even my brain seemed to have jammed.
A loud honk brought me back to my senses -- I was standing too far out in the road. I walked back home, trying to comfort myself with the thought that even though my wildest dreams had been shattered, there was still a boy in this world who loved me enough to send me, anonymously, a bunch of flowers.
It seemed like no time at all when I reached home and was unlatching my front gate. I was walking to the front door of my house when my sister suddenly appeared out of the back garden. She was holding a bunch of hibiscuses.
"What are these for?" I asked, staring at the flowers.
"Oh, I thought that, since the flowers are in full bloom, I might as well pick some to decorate our house," said my sister. "Then our house wouldn't look so plain." She paused and added, "I just need one more type of flower, I've already got hibiscuses and the roses," she indicated the roses lying outside the front door, and continued, "that I picked just now."
I heard the rattle of the gate. It was the postman. I got up halfway from my chair, but then sat back down. Let somebody else get the post, I thought. I was sure that there would not be any letters for me.
"Beep, beep, beep!" The postman was honking. I got up most unwillingly from and went to the door, kicking a pouffe out of the way as I went to the door.
The postman handed three letters to me. I glanced at them. One was for my father, and the other two were for my sister. My heart sank. What had I expected? I turned on my heel moodily and started to go back into the house when a movement caught my eye. I looked to the left, and saw it, a bunch of flowers lying just outside the front door.
I blinked. Where had the flowers come from? I stooped down and picked them up. They were not just any flowers, they were roses. In fact, they were red roses. Red roses meant love. And it was Valentine's Day. And, judging from the movement I saw just now, the roses had just been thrown there seconds ago.
I dashed to the gate, and was just in time to see a boy disappearing round a corner. Even without seeing his face, I know who he was. It was my secret crush, Jeffery Tan. For a moment, I just stood there, trying to get my brain to absorb this startling fact. Jeffery just threw a bunch of roses at my front door? Had the rumours been untrue after all? Was it possible that he was in love with...with me?
I rushed after him. Just when I had nearly caught up with him, he broke into a sudden run. I raced after him, screaming, "Stop! Stop!". The passersby stared at us and a burly man stuck out his foot. Jeffery tripped over the man's foot and fell, sprawling on all fours, on the ground.
I hurried towards Jeffery and panted, "Are you all right?". He seemed surprised to see me. He nodded and glanced over his shoulder. Without a word, he walked straight on, motioning to me to follow. When we finally reached a busy street, he said to me, "Just now there was somebody following me."
I looked at him. He had run away just because he heard somebody following him? Not because he wanted to avoid me?
"And by the way," he added. "Why are you here?"
"I...I think the somebody who was following you might have been...been...me." I was stammering shamefully, watching as Jeffery's face grew steadily angrier.
"That was you?" He didn't raise his voice, but there was a certain amount of strain behind his voice that meant he was trying hard to restrain his anger.
"Yes--well," I added defensively. "It's your fault in the first place, who threw a bunch of roses over my gate just now?"
"What have your stupid roses got to do with me?" He was really losing his temper now. "Everyone knows that the girl of my dreams is Polly! I wouldn't look at you twice."
I felt humiliated and frustrated. "So...so it really wasn't you?"
"Were you deaf just now?" he yelled at me. "And now," he glanced at his watch, on which the surface was badly scratched due to the fall he had just now. "I'm ten minutes late for my first date with Polly!"
He pushed me roughly out of the way and, within minutes, was out of sight. I stood rooted to the spot, unable to move. Even my brain seemed to have jammed.
A loud honk brought me back to my senses -- I was standing too far out in the road. I walked back home, trying to comfort myself with the thought that even though my wildest dreams had been shattered, there was still a boy in this world who loved me enough to send me, anonymously, a bunch of flowers.
It seemed like no time at all when I reached home and was unlatching my front gate. I was walking to the front door of my house when my sister suddenly appeared out of the back garden. She was holding a bunch of hibiscuses.
"What are these for?" I asked, staring at the flowers.
"Oh, I thought that, since the flowers are in full bloom, I might as well pick some to decorate our house," said my sister. "Then our house wouldn't look so plain." She paused and added, "I just need one more type of flower, I've already got hibiscuses and the roses," she indicated the roses lying outside the front door, and continued, "that I picked just now."
完成故事 29/1/2008
升上中三后，我以做功课为理由，说服爸爸安装宽频网络。从此。我沉醉在网络的虚拟世界中，而真实世界里的一切事情，对我来说已不再是重要的了。
每天放学回到家，我就会立刻在电脑的键盘上滴滴答答地打下一个最熟悉的网址，翻译出来是“爱喜秋”（看不懂的人，这是ICQ）。这网站是让大家在网上认识朋友的，具有一系列的聊天室。每次，我都会去“朋友与家人”的聊天室。我在那儿认识了一位男生，他对我非常好。平时文静的我，把心事全都告诉了他--志文。因为，我心里总是想着反正志文不认识我，所以他是不会泄露我的秘密的。不知不觉的，我发现到我对志文的感情不止是朋友一般。而志文也似乎对我有一丝的爱情，于是我们便在网上谈起恋爱来了。（cheap到可怜=.=）
于是，在我每一天的日常活动中，总不可缺少上网，而且一上网，就是几个小时了。由于我今年将面临初中评估考试，所以我为自己定下了一个时间表，每天都得准时温习功课。但，这都已是过去的事情了。那时间表，早已被搁在一旁。我的读书时间全都花在上网。不但如此，而且每当学校有课外活动时，我一定不去，因为我要留在家上网。当然，这情况导致我的学业一败涂地，成绩差强人意，成绩册里“满江红”，而我的课外活动的分数是零分。但，这一切的一切，对我来说已不再是重要了。
我性格里的转变引起了各方面人士的注意。老师们对我的劝勉及责备，我当作耳边风。至于同学门的藐视，对我来说，一点影响力都没有，因为我至少还有志文！^^至于我的家人，经过多次的劝告后，他们终于气馁了，任凭我继续过我这虚空的生活。“一寸光阴一寸金，寸金难买寸光阴”这句谚语，让我听了好多次，不过我却还不懂得去理解，反之还感到厌烦。
我把这些事情都倾诉给志文，他就给予我鼓励，叫我千万不可这么轻易放弃这段感情。后来，他也提议要和我见面。由于当时的我心情错乱，我便答应了。我们约好在下个星期六，在柔佛洲的其中一个小村庄里见面。原来那就是志文的家乡！可是，第二天早上，我在报章上读到一个改变了我生命的新闻。
有一位女生，年龄约十六，十七岁，她也和我一样，在“爱喜秋”网站的聊天室遇见一位男生，与他建立起感情来。有一天，该名男生把女生约了出去，打算与她见面。怎么知道，一见面时，那名男生就攻击那名女生，想要侵犯她。幸好，临时有两名警察赶了上来，将男生捉回警察局。很巧的一件事情就是，他们相约的地点也是在柔佛洲的同一个村庄。更加不可思议的就是，那名男生在聊天室里的用户名竟然是是--志文！
读完这一段新闻后，我顿时晴天霹雳。在那一杀那之间，我看透了志文一直以来的虚假，而他一直以来给我的建议和安慰，都是背后带着刺，是故意要增强我对每一件事的负面态度。而在这时刻，我也从我从前的一切错误中醒悟了过来。这网络世界在我生命中，就像泡泡一样，“碰”的一声，破碎了。
经过这一次的教训后，我才明白到自己是多么的物质，容易被人影响。所谓“不经一事，不长一智”，我会好好地从这次的错误中领取教训，改过自新，从新做人。
每天放学回到家，我就会立刻在电脑的键盘上滴滴答答地打下一个最熟悉的网址，翻译出来是“爱喜秋”（看不懂的人，这是ICQ）。这网站是让大家在网上认识朋友的，具有一系列的聊天室。每次，我都会去“朋友与家人”的聊天室。我在那儿认识了一位男生，他对我非常好。平时文静的我，把心事全都告诉了他--志文。因为，我心里总是想着反正志文不认识我，所以他是不会泄露我的秘密的。不知不觉的，我发现到我对志文的感情不止是朋友一般。而志文也似乎对我有一丝的爱情，于是我们便在网上谈起恋爱来了。（cheap到可怜=.=）
于是，在我每一天的日常活动中，总不可缺少上网，而且一上网，就是几个小时了。由于我今年将面临初中评估考试，所以我为自己定下了一个时间表，每天都得准时温习功课。但，这都已是过去的事情了。那时间表，早已被搁在一旁。我的读书时间全都花在上网。不但如此，而且每当学校有课外活动时，我一定不去，因为我要留在家上网。当然，这情况导致我的学业一败涂地，成绩差强人意，成绩册里“满江红”，而我的课外活动的分数是零分。但，这一切的一切，对我来说已不再是重要了。
我性格里的转变引起了各方面人士的注意。老师们对我的劝勉及责备，我当作耳边风。至于同学门的藐视，对我来说，一点影响力都没有，因为我至少还有志文！^^至于我的家人，经过多次的劝告后，他们终于气馁了，任凭我继续过我这虚空的生活。“一寸光阴一寸金，寸金难买寸光阴”这句谚语，让我听了好多次，不过我却还不懂得去理解，反之还感到厌烦。
我把这些事情都倾诉给志文，他就给予我鼓励，叫我千万不可这么轻易放弃这段感情。后来，他也提议要和我见面。由于当时的我心情错乱，我便答应了。我们约好在下个星期六，在柔佛洲的其中一个小村庄里见面。原来那就是志文的家乡！可是，第二天早上，我在报章上读到一个改变了我生命的新闻。
有一位女生，年龄约十六，十七岁，她也和我一样，在“爱喜秋”网站的聊天室遇见一位男生，与他建立起感情来。有一天，该名男生把女生约了出去，打算与她见面。怎么知道，一见面时，那名男生就攻击那名女生，想要侵犯她。幸好，临时有两名警察赶了上来，将男生捉回警察局。很巧的一件事情就是，他们相约的地点也是在柔佛洲的同一个村庄。更加不可思议的就是，那名男生在聊天室里的用户名竟然是是--志文！
读完这一段新闻后，我顿时晴天霹雳。在那一杀那之间，我看透了志文一直以来的虚假，而他一直以来给我的建议和安慰，都是背后带着刺，是故意要增强我对每一件事的负面态度。而在这时刻，我也从我从前的一切错误中醒悟了过来。这网络世界在我生命中，就像泡泡一样，“碰”的一声，破碎了。
经过这一次的教训后，我才明白到自己是多么的物质，容易被人影响。所谓“不经一事，不长一智”，我会好好地从这次的错误中领取教训，改过自新，从新做人。
Friday, March 13, 2009
完成故事 16/7/07
有一天，我正要从百货公司走出来时，一名保安人员把我拦住了。我为之一怔，吓得往后跑了几步。
那为保安人员以为我要逃之夭夭，就大声地喝着我：“小偷，别跑！”他的叫声引来许多人的注意。后来，我才发现到门边的警钟正在响着。在我的匆忙之中，我竟然没有发现到，
顿时，我的情绪十分混乱，害怕中参杂了紧张，紧张中却充满了愤怒，我最渴望的手提电脑已经售完了，现在还要面对这种情况。在我一时的愤怒之下，我不顾一切地把保安人员狗血淋头地臭骂一顿。四周围的人都愣住了。我也知道他们心中在想：这个人，偷了东西，不但不认错，还在那边骂人！想到这里，我更生气了。有其中一位售货员似乎要开口讲话，不过我根本就不让机会给他插嘴。
后来，当我冷静下来了，该保安人员告诉我，他有权利怀疑我偷了百货公司的货品，要求搜查我的背包。正当我无奈地把背包交过去时，刚才的那名售货员则向我们跑来。
我心里正开始胡思乱想了：唉，这个人应该是找到了什么证据，他们要控告我了。我将要坐牢了？不知道爸爸妈妈会有什么反应呢？想着想着。该名售货员开口说话了。我们大家都大吃一惊。
原来，刚才那个售货员不小心把一个水壶弄跌在地上了。那个水壶滚出了店门口，因此引起了警钟的响声。而当时，我又刚好就经过，所以就引起了这场误会。
那位保安人员连忙向我道歉，而我也因刚才一时的脾气向他道歉。于是，我们便互相原谅了对方，和好了。
我们无论做什么事情，都一定要先查清楚，不然回引起许多的误会，此外，我们也不应该随便向人发脾气，因为这会伤到别人的感情。
那为保安人员以为我要逃之夭夭，就大声地喝着我：“小偷，别跑！”他的叫声引来许多人的注意。后来，我才发现到门边的警钟正在响着。在我的匆忙之中，我竟然没有发现到，
顿时，我的情绪十分混乱，害怕中参杂了紧张，紧张中却充满了愤怒，我最渴望的手提电脑已经售完了，现在还要面对这种情况。在我一时的愤怒之下，我不顾一切地把保安人员狗血淋头地臭骂一顿。四周围的人都愣住了。我也知道他们心中在想：这个人，偷了东西，不但不认错，还在那边骂人！想到这里，我更生气了。有其中一位售货员似乎要开口讲话，不过我根本就不让机会给他插嘴。
后来，当我冷静下来了，该保安人员告诉我，他有权利怀疑我偷了百货公司的货品，要求搜查我的背包。正当我无奈地把背包交过去时，刚才的那名售货员则向我们跑来。
我心里正开始胡思乱想了：唉，这个人应该是找到了什么证据，他们要控告我了。我将要坐牢了？不知道爸爸妈妈会有什么反应呢？想着想着。该名售货员开口说话了。我们大家都大吃一惊。
原来，刚才那个售货员不小心把一个水壶弄跌在地上了。那个水壶滚出了店门口，因此引起了警钟的响声。而当时，我又刚好就经过，所以就引起了这场误会。
那位保安人员连忙向我道歉，而我也因刚才一时的脾气向他道歉。于是，我们便互相原谅了对方，和好了。
我们无论做什么事情，都一定要先查清楚，不然回引起许多的误会，此外，我们也不应该随便向人发脾气，因为这会伤到别人的感情。
供料作文 28/6/07
您是否正在寻找天下最令人垂涎三尺的包子？现在我们就要带来一个好消息--您已经找到了！
我们十分欢迎您来到我们的“包子世界”来购买您最爱吃的包子。我们“包子世界”“包”有许多特色。我们的包子包好品质，可以保持几个星期（老师说夸张噢，哈哈），也不会坏。此外，这些包子也包罗万象，无论是什么口味都有。“包子世界”的包更是包出创意，形状各个精美可爱，使人看了胃口大开。我们的包字也包保安心，因为是名厨亲自下厨，讲究卫生，大家可以放心地吃。此外，包字也包无添加物，没有放人造色素。最后，包子世界的包子当然是包清真啦！这些包字的确适合回教徒享用。
我们所推出的包其中包括了上素麦包，皇帝海鲜包，太极芝麻包，香滑加央包，甜心黄金包，洋葱烤鸡餐包等等。“包子世界”的包各个都是刚出炉即卖的。怎么样？听了我们的介绍后，口水是不是开始流了？若是的话，您还在等什么？各大购物中心均有分行，赶快去购买！
欲知详情，欢迎您浏览www.baozi.com.my。“家有一包，如有一宝”，请大家多多支持我们的包！
我们十分欢迎您来到我们的“包子世界”来购买您最爱吃的包子。我们“包子世界”“包”有许多特色。我们的包子包好品质，可以保持几个星期（老师说夸张噢，哈哈），也不会坏。此外，这些包子也包罗万象，无论是什么口味都有。“包子世界”的包更是包出创意，形状各个精美可爱，使人看了胃口大开。我们的包字也包保安心，因为是名厨亲自下厨，讲究卫生，大家可以放心地吃。此外，包字也包无添加物，没有放人造色素。最后，包子世界的包子当然是包清真啦！这些包字的确适合回教徒享用。
我们所推出的包其中包括了上素麦包，皇帝海鲜包，太极芝麻包，香滑加央包，甜心黄金包，洋葱烤鸡餐包等等。“包子世界”的包各个都是刚出炉即卖的。怎么样？听了我们的介绍后，口水是不是开始流了？若是的话，您还在等什么？各大购物中心均有分行，赶快去购买！
欲知详情，欢迎您浏览www.baozi.com.my。“家有一包，如有一宝”，请大家多多支持我们的包！
完成故事 1/9/06
隔壁家的陈嫂和对面的杨太又吵架了，我由于被她们吵得不能温习，便出去探个究竟。陈嫂和杨太虽然是对好朋友，但是她俩的脾气都十分暴躁，时常吵架，害得这个无辜的邻居--我，常因不能专心温习功课而导致成绩名落孙山。
当我出去，听了一段对话后，才知道吵架的起因是陈嫂向杨太借了一个锅，现在却不见了。据陈嫂口中所说的，她把锅带给杨太时，见没有人在家，于是便把锅放在杨太的门口前，哪里知道却不见了。
她们正在大声地骂对方。陈嫂的脸红得冒烟。她的双眉竖了起来，正举起一个拳头。至于，杨太，她的脸可以烤鸡蛋了。她拾起了一块大石头，正在想办法瞄准陈嫂的头。根本没有人会相信她们是平时的那两位斯斯文文的美女。
我不想只是袖手旁观，于是走前几步，想调解一下纠纷，怎么知道就在这时杨太把石头丢过来了。杨太是出名瞄准东西的能力差，那石头“飞”进我家的大门口，打破了一个花盆。
这时，原本在睡觉的妈妈被花盆打碎的声音吵醒了。当她出去时，她就尽量使双方安静下来，问清楚事情的经过。这时，一个声音从杨家屋里传了出来。
“宝贝，你看我准备了什--”杨先生大摇大摆地走了出来。由于他年纪大了，所以耳朵有点聋，刚刚才发现到他妻子正在吵架。“发生什么事啊？”
当我们把事情一五一十告诉他后，他的脸涨红了。原来，今天是他和杨太结婚的第十周年，他特地准备了午餐，所以就用了那个锅。
杨太不好意思地向陈嫂道歉，陈嫂也原谅了她。我则回到房内继续温习功课。
邻居之间有时难免会有些磨擦，但最重要的两件事是要知错和互相谅解，这样才能够快乐地生活在一起。
当我出去，听了一段对话后，才知道吵架的起因是陈嫂向杨太借了一个锅，现在却不见了。据陈嫂口中所说的，她把锅带给杨太时，见没有人在家，于是便把锅放在杨太的门口前，哪里知道却不见了。
她们正在大声地骂对方。陈嫂的脸红得冒烟。她的双眉竖了起来，正举起一个拳头。至于，杨太，她的脸可以烤鸡蛋了。她拾起了一块大石头，正在想办法瞄准陈嫂的头。根本没有人会相信她们是平时的那两位斯斯文文的美女。
我不想只是袖手旁观，于是走前几步，想调解一下纠纷，怎么知道就在这时杨太把石头丢过来了。杨太是出名瞄准东西的能力差，那石头“飞”进我家的大门口，打破了一个花盆。
这时，原本在睡觉的妈妈被花盆打碎的声音吵醒了。当她出去时，她就尽量使双方安静下来，问清楚事情的经过。这时，一个声音从杨家屋里传了出来。
“宝贝，你看我准备了什--”杨先生大摇大摆地走了出来。由于他年纪大了，所以耳朵有点聋，刚刚才发现到他妻子正在吵架。“发生什么事啊？”
当我们把事情一五一十告诉他后，他的脸涨红了。原来，今天是他和杨太结婚的第十周年，他特地准备了午餐，所以就用了那个锅。
杨太不好意思地向陈嫂道歉，陈嫂也原谅了她。我则回到房内继续温习功课。
邻居之间有时难免会有些磨擦，但最重要的两件事是要知错和互相谅解，这样才能够快乐地生活在一起。
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