A Sudden Storm AND A Beautiful Morning

#36
29th March

Again, I told you that the title quite considered to our life. This is not a essay but this is what I seen yesterday and this morning. True fact must be written realistic incident.

I live in a apartment, about 14 floors. I live there about middle of it. Is 9.00PM that night. I switched on my computer and sat quietly on the chair waiting the screen opened. Then, I heard something strange out there. "Growowoo......" I kept waiting for the screen. My mom called me out to take in the want-to-dry things into the living room.

I looked at the sky and I saw darkish sky with some light red and permanent white clouds flew over the mountains and the residential houses. The strong wind from North and South blew of through the opening doors and windows, causing the doors slammed and created a boisterous sound. "Pang!!!" Because every single unit of door are made of hard wood, so when it slammed, it created a predictably loud sound.

I quickly ran into my room and what I can heard is, the sound of wind. "Whoooooo......" There must be some holes between the sliding windows. The windows shook. Outside, is a storm. With the light from the lamp poles, leaves on the trees shook strongly. With the addition of the mountains at the two sides of this zone (Paya Terubong), more strong and grim wing blew of.

"Piak... Piang... Pom..." Something outside the path fell down: Pots, unstable broken chair, a flying paper from nowhere and many more. The wind is too cold and the rain fell. The downpour too strong with the wind. This is a sudden storm.

No one know it. No one can fight off it...

I hooped into my bed and slept. The storm intimidated me. I closed my eyes and slept unexpectedly.

Today, 8.00 AM, I woke up. I looked through the windows. Good scene... This is a beautiful morning.

This incident enlightening me. That is, everything we are facing just like the storm, need to solve it. Solving problems in our life depend our mind and solution. Problems solved, the situation will be the beautiful morning. Everything can be turn from bad into good. The taste to get good results is the best taste ever in our life, in the world, or even in the universe.

Nothing will fight off us!!! Let's us keep going to fight off the toughs in our life!!!

A Most Unusual Day

#35
27th March

The title still considered to my same friend wrote another essay but not so long this time. "A Most Unusual Day" happened in a cold country but there's no information about the place where happened when I read the essay. But I think it is a good essay, it describe the coldness in the country and the boringness during the winter. Enjoy yourself.

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When I woke up groggily, my whole body was freezing cold. The tips of my fingers were light heliotrope, while my fingernails were white and almost cracking. My head was a little woozy, while my legs felt like sculptures of ice. I got up, only to flinch instinctively. The marble floor was like icebergs! Bracing myself, I tiptoed to the toilet. When I glanced briefly towards the mirror, I was shocked. My eyes were red, while my nose was dark purple. I rubbed my eyes and blinked a couple of times. This was not a dream. This was real!

I staggered back into my room, dazed and disoriented. I calmed down a little and turned to check on the temperature (I had a thermometer on my bedside table). “Oh, dear!” I whispered aloud. The thermometer read 7 degrees Celsius! This was certainly an unusual temperature for the hot, balmy Malaysia. I got up straight away and all my sleepiness disappeared. I went to the dining room for my breakfast, and headed for school. My parents had already left for work an hour earlier.

When I reached school, my suspicion was confirmed. The school was terribly abnormal. Many students were wearing jackets while others huddled close together. Their teeth were chattering due to the cold. Some kind students shared their jackets by wrapping them around those who had none. It was pure lucky that I bought along a warm and cozy woolly jacket. As the school bell rang loudly, each of us trotted into the classroom. We sat together in groups. We did not seem to be in the mood to study. Many students sulked copiously while some sneezed continuously. They seemed to have caught the flu.

I stopped when I reached my seat. The metal handle of the chair was surprisingly icy. Luckily the seat was made of plastic, or else my pinkish bottom would have frozen. Throughout the whole lesson of Calculus, the whole class was unusually quiet and silent, unlike the normal pub-like situation. The teacher, Mr. Walter, sniffed contemptuously and sneezed continuously. I rolled my eyes when Mr. Walter yelled feebly, “Class dismissed!” Nobody moved a muscle. After a couple of heartbeats, then only we got up groggily, as if we had just awakened from a long, long dream.

During recess, we all huddled together around the tables. Apparently, we are in no mood to eat the tantalizing food although the aroma wafted around our nose. I bought a hot bowl of porridge – a really unusual thing for me to do and wolfed it down. Two bars of milk chocolate added to my buying list. That is because chocolate can restore the heat in my body. When the bell rang for the school dismissal, I trotted back home. The weather was still cold and freezing.

Later that day, my family and I lived in cold and agony. The fire on the stove kept stalling every time we turned it on. At least, during mid-afternoon, the weather cleared and the freezing mist that enveloped our town finally parted.

Today was really an unusual day, wasn’t it?

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Easy to get picture, right??

I think I will find out more about like-this-kind essay and share to you all.

Bye!

The Day The Tap Runs Dry

#34
27th March

The title is not considered to a incident happens in our life, but the day the tap runs dry is the best incident to remind people must save water.

My friend wrote this essay titled "The day the tap runs dry" in my school's English essay writing competition. Congratulation!!! He got second place in this competition!!! But, actually he must get first place. I think there are some mistakes in the essay because I seen it before as some of them are not proper English.

Honestly, I'm not as good as him, OK?? But I can found out the mistakes. Ha! Ha!

This is the essay, enjoy yourself, quite funny!!!

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I had the inebriated feeling that I’d been asleep for a very long time ----- my body was stone stiff, like I hadn’t moved once through all the time either. My mind was dazed and slow; strange, colourful dreams --- dreams and nightmares --- swirled dizzily around the inside of my head. They were so vivid and difficult to diffract. The horrible and the heavenly, all mixed together in a bizarre jumble. There was a sharp impatience and fear, both part of the frustrating dream where your feet can’t move fast enough……. And there were plenty of monsters, red-eyed fiends that were all the more ghastly for their genteel civility. My ligaments and joints started to harden as the synovial fluids lessened. The dream was still strong ----- I could still remember every single detail. My body had frozen for a long, long time, as if I had signed up for cryogenics and the idea of waking up seemed pathetically abstractive.

“BRRIIINGGGG!!!!!” The boisterous ringing of my miniature alarm clock disturbed my reverie, tugging me back from my dreamland. It took me almost a millennium to wrench back my substantial eyelids and dispel the illusion as I was quite reluctant. I blinked my lead-heavy eyelids a dozen of times and rubbed them repetitively. “Oh, God!” I mouthed. Excessive mucus from my eyes had hardened into thick-yellowish fluids. My rubbing of my eyes had smeared the mucus all over my face. My pretty face! Instantaneously, I dashed into the bathroom and glanced into the mirror. What I saw there almost made me vomit out some stomach bile. “Hi, Dracula!” I greeted myself. I quickly wiped my face with a piece of fragrant wet tissue and a brand new look greeted me. “Ah!” I exhaled in satisfaction. Suddenly, my subconscious mind came knocking. I had an inauspicious feeling. My six sense told me that something is going to turn very, very bad today. I shrugged off the feeling and continued on to brush my teeth.

Then the most unexpected incident greeted me. As I turned the tap 90 degrees, not even a solitary drop of water came out of the tap, let alone the familiar gushing of the water. I thought vaguely that it was a hallucination so I turned the tap a few more times, sometimes turning it in the opposite direction, but all my trials were in vain. I sensed something amiss and a lump began to form at the pit of my stomach. I rushed into the kitchen and tried the tap there but I experienced the same thing. Precedently to the later moments, I was a blur, testing every tap in the house. At last, my worst fears were confirmed after I tested the last tap in my house (which was the tap by the pond) ----- today was the day the tap runs dry.

As today was Sunday, my parents and my sister were still sleeping like logs. I frantically ran into their room like a crazy madman, barely toppling the furniture arranged nicely in my parents’ bedroom. Then I literally shook their arms, almost dislocating their shoulder blades as I tried my best to pull them back from dreamland as my parents and my sister were sound sleepers. When they both started to protest groggily why I woke them up 2 hours earlier than usual, I hastily shushed them and informed them of the depressing news. The news made them wide awake straightaway and they both went into frenzy. I smiled slightly at their endearing antics but my smile quickly evolved into a deep frown that seemed to be engraved into my forehead for perpetuity. I calmed my parents down and we all sat in the dining room and tried to think of how to cope with the grim problem.

“What should we do now?” my father enquired.

“Dunno. I really wish the water comes back --- my mouth stinks like mouse bile.” I pouted.

“Congrats, you’ve just won yourself the Best-Smelling-Mouth-Award. Woohoo!” my sister clapped and cheered in mock cheerfulness.

“Thank you, Miss Sunshine.” I mumbled, blushing at my sister’s sarcastic praise.

“Hey, guys, we must focus on how to solve the problem!” my mother commented lazily, apparently bored by our childish behaviours.

“Hey I think we should contact the PBA.” I was the first (and only) one to come up with a sensible and not quixotic answer.

So, we all contacted the PBA as planned. The Malay operator told us in a monotonous and droning voice that the water supply to our region had been cut off due to the major water pipe burst somewhere near our village. As the operator droned on, we managed to find out that the water pipe burst had ensued quite a flood to the surroundings and the workers had to cut off the water supply to our village to carry out maintenances to the major pipe burst. When my father enquired in his I-am-trying-to-be-patient-now tone about the water supply availability, the operator hesitated temporarily and squeaked out in a soft voice, “Maybe past midnight.” “Oh, man!” we all groaned excruciatingly as if we were being stabbed and my exasperated father killed the call.

Later that day, we all patronized the nearest food court to eat lunch (breakfast was skipped, obviously). To our utmost amazement, the food court was fully packed with people, mostly residents from this area. We had to wait tolerantly for around forty-five minutes until we finally got our lunch. We gobbled up the remnants of our lunch sullenly, the tantalizing food surprisingly tasteless. Even my favourite spaghetti tasted like a clump of mushy dung. We all were perceptibly in a morose mood as we left the food court in silence. Before returning home, my father dropped by a convenient shop and bought three bottles of 5 litres mineral water. My father told me that he was totally dumbfounded by the fact that these three bottles were the last ones in the convenient shop. During the normal days, the convenient shop is usually packed with thousands of this kind of bottles. It seems like the water cut had taken its toll after all.

When we returned home, still sulking, we didn’t even bathe at all. We only dared to sacrifice a single bottle of our precious water to wipe our sweaty bodies with a piece of clean cloth. Our bodies still stank a little but at least the revolting stench had decreased by a large margin. During the hot and stuffy afternoon, I tried hard to concentrate in my revision but to no avail. The dehydration started to make me dizzy and the propinquity of my room suddenly intimidated me, as I closed my eyes tight. I have never been agoraphobic or claustrophobic before, but abruptly the whole room started to expand and contract simultaneously, squeezing my brain and agitating me. I felt like hyperventilating and suffering from hypoxia at the same time as my body disordered and the oxygen and carbon dioxide escaped with a ‘whoosh’ from my brain. I felt utterly disoriented and organized both at the same time as my eyes blanked and came back to focus repeatedly. All the thirst I endured today suddenly tripled and quadrupled and I felt like fainting. Then, as rapid as it came, the nauseous feeling left my head and everything cleared.

To my utmost relief, I was still in my study room, not whizzed off to another dimension and have little green guys wiping my bottom as I do my business. Or maybe having blue glutinous glue served as lunch. Interwoven with my relief, there was another feeling ----- gratitude. I started to understand the feelings of the citizens in the drought-threatened countries. They undergo this kind of suffering every day and night, whereas my family and I had suffered so agonizingly just during this short period of water cut. From that moment, I silently vowed in my petite heart that I would always appreciate the importance of water and will never waste a single drop of water for impractical aims.

Later that day, the sun sank down the faraway mountains, silhouetting it as light zephyrs billowed into my face, momentarily submerging me waves of pleasure. I was slouching luxuriously at the balcony, my thirst almost unbearable. Suddenly, a soft hissing sound entered my auditory canal and vibrated in my eardrum. I leaped up three feet into the air, my stomach churning in trepidation, briefly expecting a anaconda shooting up and confronting me (stop being quixotic, Steven, anacondas live in the Amazon! Not by your house). I immediately bashed away that thought and inspected more carefully. Wait, isn’t that the familiar gushing of water? I still remembered that I had left a tap open in the kitchen. Auspicious building in my chest, I dashed down the stairs and into the kitchen. There I saw a scene that almost froze my heartbeat. The kitchen tap was spluttering brownish rusty water copiously, making wonderful noises. Oh, how ecstatic I felt, how blissful! Thanks God, for relieving us from our misery. Immediately I rushed upstairs and broke the news to my parents. We were overjoyed! For the once and only time in my entire life, I dance joyfully along my exultant family.

That was the day the tap ran dry. Tormenting, but enlightening.

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Ah! So many words too hard to say out the meaning. I read again the essay and I found there are 133 vocabularies that I don't know!!! Quite many!!!

Quite long but it is a good essay and there are a lot of vocabularies we can use in our essay. If can, use some identical idioms.

Cold & Damp: A SUPER Moisturize Day

#33
26th March

Tell me, who is staying in Penang now??

For those who stay in Penang, what is the weather now?? Everyone will say:"Rainy!!!" This is true because today is damp, wet and cold, predictably cold. Maybe will reach until 17 degree Celsius. I need a cup of hot chocolate drink. I can't drink coffee or I can't sleep tonight.

But quite comfortable today instead during the hot and balmy sunny day. Raining raining for whole day. Sometimes I will enjoy the gentle wipe of the cold breeze, but I can't for a long time, it is too cold just like the temperature on the Genting Highlands or Cameron Highlands. I want a jacket, please??

Yeah, I can feel the comfortableness for whole day. This is too good for everyone but also bad for someone. Today is a SUPER moisturize day: grass, trees, cars, umbrellas, buildings and many more, packed with raining waters and full with aroma of dried soils. Feeling the comfortableness during the rainy season in the best way to fulfill our life.

So, why will always raining during the end of March or early of April? Is all refer to geographical and scientific analyze and diagnosis. The main factor is the monsoon breeze and the changing direction of the monsoon breezes.

Well, I will take a rest for today as today is a comfortable day. There's nothing will change for today as it already raining for whole day, maybe will raining until night.

OH DEAR!!! That would be a HYPER moisturize day instead of a SUPER moisturize day. Ha! Ha!

Finally... Inspiration AND Dedication Both WIN!!!

#32
26th March

Look the title and you will know what I'm saying in this post. Yes, I already done well in my exam!!! So happy!!! This is my first time get the highest marks in my whole academic results and performances.

Okey!! I already tried my best to fight my friends off. But, is still far away from the excellent-results friend as I can't reach there so far away as everyone must have their own limitations. But I can't believe myself I can go so far as I already done for the test as originally.

I prepared for the exam quite early but I can't remember some of the texts and theories. I use my force and memories to guess the answers. Some correct, some wrong... So, I hope I can read the texts and theories carefully so that I will not guess for the answers again. You know that will waste our time instead our forces in our mind.

Guessing for answers could be good or bad for someone, but if guessing all the answers wrongly, we will loss our marks. But slightly good to guess for answers as if we blank the answer, we will given no marks for us. Guessing the answers correctly would be the lucky one although it is not a best method to face the exam.

I must do my best in the second test, that is, fall in mid-May. Now, I already in 10th place, I'm in 7th place. "Not bad!!!" I glad myself. I must try more hard than usually. Inspiration and dedication always become the very important way to face exam. And then, we will know who will win.

Yes, inspiration and dedication both win!!! HOORAY!!!

Back TO School...

#31
20th March

Tomorrow... Is time to back to school...

21th March will be a good start for everyone or oppositely. But... Everyone will ask:"Why is the time going so fast?"

Indeed, this is a special and common question but no one can answers it. Why? Time going so fast in happy moments and going so slow in busy moments. This situation can be describe as the speed of train and tortoise.

Well, everyone must back to school even though we want more a week of holidays. That's terrible!!! There will not ever 190++ schooldays!!!

It is a very new start for the mid-term of school lessons. But, I'm ready for it. I'm must get more good results better than this time. I think is a little bit tough to make it, but self-confidence always keep in my heart, and also everyone heart. Without self-confidence, tough will fight off us and we will lose. Try... We will fight off tough, and make a confidentialness life, that would be very good for us...

Next time, when we are facing dilemmas, frustrations and toughs, we must fight them off so that we can lean ourself to a wonderful and stress-less life.

Heart Feeling THE Taste Of THE Hard Works Of Chinese Orchestra

#30
19th March

Never tell you all that our school Chinese orchestra performed a performance in Dewan Sri Pinang, Penang. I want to go there and support them but I can't as I have tuition although they already invite me.

Too bad... I wish I can watch their performance but unlucky maybe will falls in front of the good news. Now, my heart feeling a unforgettable taste. They train for flexi-hours for best performance although they can't stay at home and do their projects. Maybe they will rush for the projects after the long training camp and performance.

And, I can feel something behind my mind and my heart. I want to say out but I can't do that.

I saw their photos and they were performed very well as I can see that there are a lot of audience in the hall were enjoying the soft and melodious music. But, how was the taste of the soft and melodious music, I don't know.

If you were been there, please tell me about your feeling... Especially the members of Chinese Orchestra.

I feel that they are truly hardworking, I saw outstanding of excellent result in the photos. Is not very easy to synchronize as some songs would be difficult to catch up the rhythm, rhymes, steps, flowing of music and many more. The new members must learn a song in a week. But they are excellent, they were performing well and the audiences were clapping their hands.

Honestly, some members like the song and they train for a long time to perform a best performance.

Oppositely, after the performance. They will as very busy as not a original bees. Projects, homework... Lots of uncompleted come and crush into their relaxing time. But, time keep going. And they will surf the Internet and search for the information. Will they complete before the deadline?

I completed two projects. However, how about them? They must be rushing for the projects. I enjoying; They busying. This situation is after the performance. Unbalance and not fair and square. But, how about this situation: Before the performance.

I busying on projects; They busying on training = Balance

This is totally true. As I was searching my information, I was imagining that they were training for the performances. So, I kept chasing the time and their hard works. The time they training, the time I do my projects.

So, I wish they will complete their projects before deadline although I already finished.

Hope they will happy everyday and work for the pleasure meaning behind the training camp. Their life will be meaningful leaning with the meaning and the celestial rhapsody in our life!!!

Bad NEWS & Good NEWS

#29
19th March

Sorry about that I was too busy these days. The short story "7 Days" will be eliminate from the blog because I can't afford a long size short story as I want to save my computer bytes.

But fortunately, I completed my 2 projects, they are Science and History projects. And the English Oral Test, I'm not sure that my script can lead me to the edge of win because I don't know how to write it. So, I better give a copy of the script to my tuition teacher to remark for me.

So, can you all classify which is bad news and good news?

Short Story 2: 7 Days (PART 1)

#28
14th March

Well, I'm write another short story again. This time, the title is "7 Days". In your mind, what happen if you only have 7 days of life? This story will bring you into the world full of frustrations and ways to save your days and fulfill your life with wonderful memories.

This is the first part of the short story. Maybe I will use three days to write it all.

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"Sorry, you are suffered from liver cancer. There's nothing can help you. You only have 7 days of life..." Adrian thinks back the words again. Adrian still standing at the outdoor of the doctor's room. He then thinks again the words "7 days of life". 7 days? Only a week? Why I can't live for more time? Adrian still can't believe that he will die soon.

Adrian stepped out from the hospital. He looks at the sky. A lot of questions pondering around his mind. Adrian is about 30 years old now. But now, his death will come soon. There will never 31-years-old Adrian anymore.

After 7 days, is 8 August, his birthday. Will the death to be one of his presents by that time. Adrian confused. He doesn't want to hear any death around him again, but his heart, can't leave it.

Adrian travels himself to the well-known Big Ben Clock.

The bell sounds by the time, it is 12 noon. Adrian starred at the clock face. The minute hand passing over the hour hand. Adrian thinks for a long time... Why the time can't stop? Why it's still going? Adrian's heart totally crash.

But, the time still going. Nothing, no one can stop it. This is the fixed and can't change rule. Everyone need to comply it.

Adrian walks slowly to his home. His wife, Swift, standing at the door waiting her lovely husband.

Swift waits for a long time. Then, she sits on the chair in a small garden, drinking a cup of England tea and a butter cupcake full with colourful, sweet creams. Swift likes reading novels. She picking up a novel titled "A Tangled Web". Now, she is reading chapter 14 of the novel.

Swift touch with the story as she likes the characters in the novel. Sometimes, she also hopes that she can be one of the characters in some kind of novel, or even her novel. Swift wrote a novel before, the title is "Frustrations' Life".

The synopsis of "Frustrations' Life" storying around a lady named Beatrix Poler. Christina Jayinghuson is an orphan who adopted by Beatrix. Beatrix become the stepmother of Christina. Beatrix take care Christina until she become adult. Beatrix doesn't has any kid because she is not married. The time Beatrix take care Christina, she met a lot of problems and frustrations. But she doesn't give up. She through a lot of storms and finally she success. Christina become the best teenager in America. Christina felt proud and happy and also thankful to Beatrix. Christina works hard to gratitude Beatrix.

The time is 4.30 PM. Swift waits for a long time. Finally, she sees her husband. Swift quickly rushes to her husband and give a hug.

Adrian pushes out Swift hard. He wants to tell the truth to Swift, but he afraid that Swift will sad of his death.

"Honey... Where have you been for?"

"Oh! I met find my friend in the street. We drank lemon teas as snack in a restaurant."

"Okay! Let's us step into the house. It's dusk now. I want to take shower."

"Go for it. I'll wait you."

Swift kisses Adrian's face and walks into her house. Leave Adrian at the garden. Adrian has not enough brave to tell the truth to her wife. But, the time still going. He need to tell his wife too.

Adrian starring at the calendar while his wife is taking the shower.

8 August, his birthday, his deadline too.

After dinner, Adrian sits on the sofa. Swift sits beside him. They are watching the television program. Adrian doesn't say anything to Swift. Adrian wants to tell the truth to her wife tonight. Adrian will try to calm down Swift as Swift will be sad.

Until 10.15 PM, is the time to bed. Swift switch off the television and walks to the main room. Adrian follows her.

"Swift, I have something to tell you..."

Swift heard and takes a turn and eying at Adrian's face. And then, she says.

"Honey, tell me if you want."

Adrian breaths hard and speaks out.

"Actually... I sick..."

"What? Sick? Okay, I fetch you to clinic."

"Swift! Wait! This is not the common sick..."

"Then, what happened on you?"

"I... suffered from..."

"Quick! Honey!"

"I... suffered from... liver cancer..."

Swift shocked. She doesn't believe it. She thinks Adrian is joking to her. Before she wants to laugh Adrian, Adrian says quicker than her.

"I only have... 7 days of... life..."

Swift totally shocked. Now, she believes. Tears rolls down from her cheeks.

"Why? Why? Why? Why you never tell me earlier?"

"I'm sorry, Swift. I don't want you sad and cry like this..."

"NO WAY! You must tell me earlier! I can help you! I have money! You can save your life!"

"Swift, it's too late... There's nothing can help me..."

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I stop at here. I write it so emotionally. Would Adrian calms down Swift? Could Swift accepts the truth? The next 6 days, Adrian how to fulfill his life before his death?

I will present out the answers tomorrow.

Bye!

My Ever First Short Story: Winter Life

#27
13th March

I have a idea to publish my post in the blog. I can write short stories sometimes to present out what is the meaning of life. Enjoy yourself with my first short story, "Winter Life".

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"Shirley... Shirley...!!!" Mom shouted at her lovely daughter. Shirley, a 19-year-old woman, just woke up. She starred at the window. The sun closed to the mountain lines, trees stood straightly like soldiers to receive the shower of the sun beam. Shirley jumped out from her soft and full with thick sheep fur bed. She stepped into the toilet and took a simple shower. The winter came too early this year. It happened at the mid-October. Shirley thought something in her mind somehow she was taking the shower. Would that man will meet me again in the forest? Where is he live? She questioned herself. She met a young man before. Although Shirley didn't know his name, but she had her self-confidence, she loved the young man.

Shirley went out from the house. The thick layer of snow covered the broken furnitures.

"Mom, when we will throw these furnitures?" Shirley turned back eying her house. The chimney pumped out with smokes. Then, her mother stepped just right at the door.

"Shirley, those furnitures are precious, we must leave it for a long time. Until the Japan Prime Minister allow our nation to be freedom, we sell them off."

Shirley smiled, then she disappointed. When will our nation to be freedom? Is it safe to stay at here? The war never stopped since Shirley was 5 years old. Shirley thought back-forwards. She saw her father died under a shot by the Japan soldiers. She scared and frightened. Until now, the scene still turning in her mind. Shirley started crying. She ran to a nearby river, the location where her father died. Shirley walked slowly to her father's tombstone. The words on the tombstone become blurry. Shirley took out an orchid from her warm vase. Her father likes orchid. She put the orchid on the land.

"Dad, I miss you. I can't forget that you teach me how to become a real girl. I want to show to you, but... Dad, you already go to the heaven. I'm can't let you to see me grow, and see me to become a real girl. I hope you will see me after some times in the heaven... I'm okay here. Don't worry. Is safe here. The Japan Prime Minister will let our nation to be freedom soon... So... I... will always bring you to anywhere..." Shirley cried again. Her tears rolled down from her cheeks to the tombstone, on the orchid.

Shirley wiped off her tears. She knew, she must be strong. She couldn't let anything to fight her off. She left the river and went to the forest to cut some tree branches in front of a icy mountain.

Shirley used a sharp knife to chop off the branches. The temperature was getting colder and colder. She hadn't eating breakfast this morning. She felt tired and fatigued, she took a rest on a big branch. She slept suddenly.

"Hey! Hey! Wake up!" A male voice called her.

"Who... Who call... call... me...?" Shirley slowly opened her eyes and looked around.

There's nothing around her. But for her surprise, a heap of branches located beside her.

"Who chopped the branches? I didn't do much of that!" She kept pondering herself. Then, she thought about the male voice. Could it be that young man? He been here before?

Shirley quickly jumped from the branch. She spooked around to find the young man. Unfortunately, she couldn't do it. Shirley felt sad and took the heap of branches. She took the branches full with sadness and disappointing heart to her home. By the time, the sun began to set. Is the time of the winter dusk.

Shirley stopped at the lake. She starred at the lake. A lot of complicated and complex feeling wrapped up her heart. She knew, she always missed that young man. But... Why the young man didn't want to see Shirley anymore after a meet? Her heart exactly crashed.

Shirley stood beside the lake for an hour. She felt unconscious as that young man could be left this area anytime. Shirley had no idea to make a hypothesis about the young man is really fell love on her or just only poker face when the young man saw Shirley. Although Shirley loved the young man, but she couldn't. The only way is to leave the young man.

Shirley said:"Maybe I can't love him, this is the faith."

Finally, Shirley backed home. By the time was dinner time. Shirley put the branches beside the house. Her mother prepared some caramel oat and low-fat milk for dinner.

After dinner, Shirley stepped into her room. And then, her mother followed her too.

Shirley talked about her mind to her mother. Mom smiled then she advised Shirley.

"Shirley, I knew you felt sad, but did you know that the young man will be more sad than you?"

Shirley shocked. She knew that the young man saw her felt tired before. Then, Shirley thought back again. He must be more sad than me.

Shirley finally knowledgeable that the young man still love her, just he didn't want to let Shirley saw him worked hard for him.

Shirley quickly hugged her mother. Cheerful tears rolled down again. That night, Shirley slept earlier and well. Tomorrow is the another start. Lamp closed up. Snow dropped down that night, and the tombstone, orchid, closed up with snow.

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This is the first short story created by me. If there are any grammar mistakes, please forgive me. My English is not as good as the writer. Okay??

Next chapter I will talk about my holidays routine, or maybe write another short story again!!!

EXAM ALREADY OVER!!! Holidays Will BE The Busiest Week

#26
11th March

"Krinnnngggggg!!!!!" When the bell rang, and everyone in the school screamed loudly like the ghosts!!!... Except me and someone. "AHHHHHHHHAHHHHHHHHHHAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" Seems they are totally freedom because the holidays is coming!!! We just rushed out from the school to our car, bus or van. Until we reached home, we threw the bags on the bed and switched on the computer then play games. This situation can be describe as we're running out from the hell into the heaven.

Although it is good to relax during the holidays, but we're totally, absolutely as busy as bees. There are 2 factors......

Factor 1, HOMEWORKS... LOTS OF HOMEWORKS... LIKE A MOUNTAIN...

I think I do not have anytime to relax, window-shopping, travelling and others. Well, the homeworks are predictably, much. I can't afford the pressure because I need to do a lot of projects. My life just like a academic-running and unstop-facing competitions. Sometimes I will feel myself is not as clever as other friends, it just like a feeling that I will meet after the exams. When I checked my result for the first time, I was too far away from the others. I felt disappointed with my result but I was not give up, I must fight them off!!! Finally, I reached my "destination".

Factor 2, SCHOOL ACTIVITIES... (NOT ME BUT MY FRIENDS)...

"Why is it now, do you suppose?" One line of the poem "I Wonder" by Jeannie Kirby. Yes, we want to know why... Why?? School activities also crush into our holidays routine!!! Not me but my friends, they are the Chinese Orchestra members. I saw the holidays camp's timetable. It gave me a shock!!!

My mind said:"What?? Practice from 8.00 AM until 9.00 PM?!?!?! That's crazy!!!" This is the true fact as they will perform a concert soon. Ya, about 13 hours stay in the school!!! Although they stay at school for flexi-hours, but they are a little bit lucky because some school even want the members need to stay at school for overnight!!! You know that will be effect our holidays. But what is the meaning behind the school activities??

I need to use my computer for a week to search information from the Internet to complete my projects. Besides that, I also play some Internet games in fact I will mad without playing games because I will spend some time to relax.

But at last, I want to wish you all:"HAPPY HOLIDAY!!!"

Next chapter... I have no idea to post anything on my blog. Maybe I will think a title next time.