Should I blame
LOVE
for making me
think about HIM everyday?
or should i blame him
for making me feel THIS WAY ____
3/20/2009
3/19/2009
听undang 了~~^^
今天终于可以去听Undang了~~
我和盈，豪，seng，一起去听。。
我很早就起身了，
因为害怕会睡吃了嘛。。哈哈
今天去到哪里真的很巧哦，
既然遇到ah bang n chai ling,
真的很有缘哦~~
今天闷到要死啊。。
我们待在那里总共八个钟，
你说我累没有拉~~
不过幸亏，我们还有聊聊天，
酱也没有那么闷的~~哈哈。。
迟点我又要考undang了~~XD
希望能pass咯。。
因为我觉得，还蛮难得。。（bahagian B)
ZONG ZHI JIA YOU LA ...
GOOD LUCK LAR~~T_T
我和盈，豪，seng，一起去听。。
我很早就起身了，
因为害怕会睡吃了嘛。。哈哈
今天去到哪里真的很巧哦，
既然遇到ah bang n chai ling,
真的很有缘哦~~
今天闷到要死啊。。
我们待在那里总共八个钟，
你说我累没有拉~~
不过幸亏，我们还有聊聊天，
酱也没有那么闷的~~哈哈。。
迟点我又要考undang了~~XD
希望能pass咯。。
因为我觉得，还蛮难得。。（bahagian B)
ZONG ZHI JIA YOU LA ...
GOOD LUCK LAR~~T_T
3/16/2009
Little Boy Touches Hearts
I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back
The boy couldn ' t have been more than 5 or 6 years old.
The Cashier said, ' I ' m sorry, but you don ' t have enough money to buy this doll.
Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ' ' Granny,are you sure I don ' t have enough money? ' '
The old lady replied: ' ' You know that you don ' t have enough money to buy this doll, my dear. ' ' for just 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly.
The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.
'It ' s the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.
She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.
I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.
But he replied to me sadly. ' No, Santa Claus can ' t bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there. '
His eyes were so sad while saying this. ' My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister. ' '
My heart nearly stopped.
The little boy looked up at me and said: ' I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.
Then he showed me a very nice photo of himself. He was laughing. He then told me ' I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won ' t forget me.
love my mommy and I wish she didn ' t have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister. '
Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.
I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. ' Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll!
OK he said, ' I hope I do have enough. ' I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.
The little boy said: ' Thank you God for giving me enough money!
Then he looked at me and added, ' I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me! ' '
'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn ' t dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose. ' '
'My mommy loves white roses. '
A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.
I finished my shopping in a totally different state of mind from when I started.
I couldn ' t get the little boy out of my mind.
Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a youngwoman and a little girl.
The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on thelife-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.
Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away
couldn ' t stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.
She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.
I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister isstill, to this day, hard to imagine.
And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.
The boy couldn ' t have been more than 5 or 6 years old.
The Cashier said, ' I ' m sorry, but you don ' t have enough money to buy this doll.
Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ' ' Granny,are you sure I don ' t have enough money? ' '
The old lady replied: ' ' You know that you don ' t have enough money to buy this doll, my dear. ' ' for just 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly.
The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.
'It ' s the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.
She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.
I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.
But he replied to me sadly. ' No, Santa Claus can ' t bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there. '
His eyes were so sad while saying this. ' My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister. ' '
My heart nearly stopped.
The little boy looked up at me and said: ' I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.
Then he showed me a very nice photo of himself. He was laughing. He then told me ' I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won ' t forget me.
love my mommy and I wish she didn ' t have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister. '
Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.
I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. ' Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll!
OK he said, ' I hope I do have enough. ' I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.
The little boy said: ' Thank you God for giving me enough money!
Then he looked at me and added, ' I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me! ' '
'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn ' t dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose. ' '
'My mommy loves white roses. '
A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.
I finished my shopping in a totally different state of mind from when I started.
I couldn ' t get the little boy out of my mind.
Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a youngwoman and a little girl.
The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on thelife-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.
Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away
couldn ' t stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.
She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.
I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister isstill, to this day, hard to imagine.
And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.
Forget
昨晚 深夜
我与朋友去看半夜场
昨天 是他的生日
看完了后 走出戏院
等待 其他朋友的出现
拿起手机 电话不通
以为 他们忘了我
心情不紧 焦虑不安
它们出现了 但当时 任性的脾气
再度出现 不听劝告
我只是 不想勉强
这一晚 我突然
想忘了自己是谁
想忘了那个无理取闹 野蛮任性的我
很讨厌 自己的性格
但 这就是我
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