A diary frm a guy.....

Clear Day
*January 2*

Do you still remember the first time we met? It was the first day in school. I was hurriedly entering the school gate when I
bumped into you as you stepped out of a luxurious Volvo. The books you were holding fell all over the ground. I quickly picked up the books and returned them to you along with words of apology, but all you showed me was your intimidating look. My first impression of you was that you were a wilful girl born with a golden spoon in the mouth. I had rejected you completely and had hoped not to meet you again, but surprisingly you turned out to be my classmate.

*March 22*

I started to know more about you as days passed and my opinion of you changed for the better on each passing day. I realised that you were from a wealthy family but definitely not a wilful girl. You were nice and friendly. You got angry that day we first met because I had left a footprint marking on the poetry collection you loved dearly. We met often during lunch break and I found something in you that was different from the rest of the girls - your passion for Chinese poetry. Often you would mumble something to yourself. Initially, I thought that you were humming a pop song but later I realised that you had been reciting Chinese poems from great poets. You were so knowledgeable that you knew every poet and which poems they composed. I was very impressed indeed.

*April 5*

I met you again in the study area. That day you were reading the Chinese classics "Romance of the 3 kingdom". Your ability to appreciate Chinese classics left me with admiration. You were indeed unique in many ways.

*May 5*

From then on, we would often meet in the study area to discuss about the good and bad things of the character in these
Chinese classics. Do you still remember the time when we almost broke off because we could not agree on whether Jia BaoYu hurt Lin Dai Yu? Our argument was so fierce that we never talked for that week. But when Friday came, we still met in the study area and laughed over the incident. After which, another argument started.

*Aug 7*
I could not deny it. It was a feeling I could not identify accurately. Wenever you laughed over a joke with other guys, that
emotion filled my senses. It took me a while before identified it. I was in love; the feeling was jealousy. I felt the need to express it. But, I was afraid...that you would dismiss my feeling, that you and I would be stuck in an embarrassing situation, that our long nurtured friendship would crumble...therefore, I kept quiet.

*Oct 1*
The news came as a shock to me. I was so worried when I learnt that you had
fainted in the canteen. I was struggling to keep my worried face in control as I looked at the ambulance that carried you away.

*Oct 2*
It was drizzling that day. Our form teacher sadly announced that you had got cancer. As she finished her last sentence, outside the classroom, it seemed to me that the drizzle had turned into a downpour. I could only hear the sound of the rain, nothing more. I rushed to NUH ICU to see you immediately after lesson. Your face was whitish in colour, showing no trace of red. I learnt that you had just undergone an operation. The life-support system was just beside you with tubes piercing mercilessly into your left wrist. "I am all right, it is just a serious case of anemia. Believe me, my parents told me that". you said convincingly. I knew fully well what you were thinking, you did not want me to be worried. "Are you comforting yourself or comforting the fears and hopelessness that was written all over my face?", I thought to myself. I was not strong enough to disagree with you and I nodded my head with a forced smile. You responded with a smile too-with great effort.

*Oct 5*
It was a ordinary day but to me, it was an important day. I felt an impulse to express my love. I walked over to the side of your bed, holding your hand. I told you the story of how an ordinary guy fell in love with a girl who likes poetry and Chinese classics. As I told my story, my eyes started to flood with water, and uncontrollably my voice started to choke, and finally I broke into tear But you held my head against your body and with watery eyes, said: "I understand such a love, so did the girl." I returned my eyes to her and at that moment, her tears dropped, and for the first time, I saw some redness on her lips.

*Oct 26*
It was the last day of examination and I rushed to NUH to continue my story. When I reached there, I only saw the nurse arranging the bed you once slept on. When I asked about you, the nurse told me expressionlessly that you had passed away. It was a bolt from the blue for me. I stood motionless for a long time. I hated myself for spending the last few days preparing for the last examination paper. I hated myself for not staying longer the last time I visited you. I hated myself so much...but you were gone...... I can't remember how I got home that day. When I woke up, I was already in my room. The pillow I slept on was wet. The next day, I went for the funeral. I heard from your father that on the day you passed away, you were still reading the Poetry collection I gave you as a gift for your birthday. Standing in front of Your portrait, I had no tears, they were used up on the day of your death. All I knew was sadness, my heart was like shattered into pieces and died.

*Jan 2*
A new girl has taken over your seat. She does not like poetry, but she likes to hum pop songs. When I asked her if she knows Jia Bao Yu, she replied: "What talking you." Yes, you were gone. But to me, the seat is still unoccupied, and maybe no one will ever occupy it......



"Long ago someone once asked:" Aren't u gg to say u love him?" "What are you waiting for?" "Are you gg to wait till the day he is lyin on the bed dying? or are you gg to wait till u regret wen he leaves for someone else?"

Would u rather regret doing something or regret not doing something?.....

Daniel & Jasmine

Daniel: I guess we are the left overs in this world.

Jasmine: I think so.. All of my friends have boyfriends & we are the only 2 persons left in this world without any special someone in our lives.

Daniel: Yup! I don't know what to do.


Jasmine: I know! We'll play a game.


Daniel: What game?

Jasmine: I'll be your girlfriend for 30 days & you will be my boyfriend.

Daniel: That's a great plan in fact, I don't have anything to do for the following weeks..



DAY 1:

They watched their first movie together & were both touched in the romantic film.


DAY 4:

They went to the beach & had a picnic... Daniel & Jasmine had their quality time together.


DAY 12:


Daniel invited Jasmine to a circus and they went to a Horror House.. Jasmine was scared

and she tried to touch Daniel's hand but by accident she touched someone else's and they both laughed..


DAY 14:

They saw a fortune teller down the road and asked for their future. The fortune teller said: "My darlings, please don't waste the time of your lives... spend your time together happily." Then tears flow from the teller's eyes.


DAY 20:


Jasmine invited Daniel to go to the hill and they saw a meteor... Jasmine mumbled something.


DAY 28:

They rode on a bus and because of the bumpy road, Jasmine gave her first kiss to Daniel by accident.


DAY 29:

11:37 pm


Daniel & Jasmine were sitting in the park where they first decided to play this game...

Daniel: I'm tired Jasmine... do you want any drinks? I'll buy you one.. I'll just go down the road..

Jasmine: Apple juice would be fine,thanks.

Daniel: Wait for me...


20 minutes later... a stranger approached Jasmine.

Stranger: Are you a friend of Daniel?

Jasmine: Yes, why? What happened?

Stranger: A reckless drunken driver ran over Daniel & he is critical in the hospital.


11:57pm

The doctor came out from the emergency room & handed out an apple juice & a letter to Jasmine.

Doctor: We found this in Daniel's pocket.

Jasmine read the letter which says:

Jasmine, this past few days, I realized you are really a cute girl & I am falling for you.. your cherished smile, your everything when we played this game.. & before this game ends, I would like you to be my girlfriend for the rest of my life. I love you, Jasmine...

Jasmine crumples the paper & shouted..

"Daniel! I don't want you to die...I love you... Remember that night we saw a meteor? I mumbled something.. I wished that we would be together forever & never end this game. Please don't leave me, Daniel... I love you, you cannot do this to me

Then the clock strikes 12

Daniel's heart stop pumping


THEN IT WAS THE 30th DAY...


"Always love your loved ones & show them how you feel before it's too late.. You will never know when they will be gone from your embrace.. If you were given a time to bestow petals of everlasting compassion & love to your love ones, today is the day. Love them while they are still here..."

Aurora Borealis-北极光

Here is smth new to share about one of the wonders in the world. It is the Aurora Borealis, which is also known as The Northern Lights.



The Northern Lights have had a number of names through history. The scientific name for the phenomena is Aurora Borealis, which is Latin and translates into the red dawn of the north. It was the Italian scientist Galileo Galilei (1564-1642) who first used the expression. On the latitude where Galileo was living, northern lights consist of mainly red colour.



There are many myths regarding The beautiful Northern Lights.

One romantic conception found in Danish folklore is that these lights were due to a throng of swans flying so far to the north that they were caught in the ice. Each time they flapped their wings, they created reflections which created the northern lights.

Another myth was that many native Americans believed that they could conjure up ghosts and spirits by whistling to the lights. It was a common belief that the northern lights were the reflections in the sky of huge fires in the distant north, or that the mighty God himself lighted up the dark and cold parts of the world.



Frequency of occurence
Within the auroral zone, the aurora can be seen every clear winter night. There are other regular variations:
-The aurora is most frequent and intense from 2200 to midnight, magnetic time.

-Brilliant auroras often occur at 27-day intervals as active areas on the sun's surface face earth during its 27-day rotation cycle.

-Northern lights are more frequent in late autumn and early spring. October, February and March are the best months for auroral observations in northern Norway.

-Northern lights activity corresponds closely to sunspot activity, which follows an 11-year cycle, but there seems to be a one-year delay between sunspot maximum and maximum auroral occurrence.

-Northern lights activity is 20-30% less during solar minimum than at solar maximum.
Northern lights are observed in Mediterranean countries only when solar activity is extremely high.



"Some after thoughts: Did we realised that the most beautiful tings in the world often have very short lifespan? But tink abt it..Sometimes it doesnt matter if it has a long or short lifespan, the most impt ting is tt in its short life time it gave its best and its most beautiful....

灿烂但短暂的光辉，你会记得吗？”

a sad goodbye

“Mitch, come down. Dinner is ready. Your father is waiting at the table.” I heard my mother calling as I put on my high-heeled shoes. I grabbed my shoulder bag lying on my bed and hurried downstairs.
“Why are you dressed up?” My father who is suffering from rheumatic heart asked weakly.
“I don’t remember you asking permission to go somewhere?” my mother said.
“Ah! I am going to a party. I just can’t say no to Alice. It’s her birthday today. But… did I not ask permission from you, Ma?”
“Oh no, not yet.” she answered. I begged and begged and begged until she agreed.
“But why don’t you have dinner with us first? If I am not mistaken, this is you favorite food, tinola?” my father asked, coughing in between.

“Oh Pa, you know that I don’t’ always like to be late. I’m afraid Charles and Yssa will come any minute now, and I don’t want them to see that I’m not yet ready.” I answered. “Besides, I think there are foods much better than tinola at the party!” I added thoughtlessly. I saw my father bowed his head and all of a sudden, I felt guilty because I should not have said that in the first place.

Loud honks of a car were heard outside. I kissed my father and my mother. But still my father did not show any emotion and I know that he was hurt by the things I have said to him. I waved goodbye to them and off we went.
When we reached the three-storey house of Alice, there were many visitors and food was served on long tables.
We danced and danced, Charles, Yssa and my friends. We ate delicious foods. Oh! What a wonderful night we had. At about ten o’clock in the evening, a wave of cool air passed in front of me. My hands trembled, my heart beat faster, and I felt cold.

Suddenly, I saw my father at the big gate as if waiting for someone – that was surely me because he was smiling at me. I looked at everyone but I think no one seemed to notice the presence of my father. I ran to where he stood and asked, “Why are you here Papa? Isn’t it bad for you to drive long distances?”
He just smiled at me and said, “I love you Mitch, my only child.”
I ignored what he said. “Papa, please go home. I will follow you afterwards and I am sure that Mama is waiting for you already.”

“I will go ahead Mitch, goodbye and I love you.” He answered.
I turned back and looked for Charles and Yssa in the crowd for I felt a sudden urge to go home. When I found them, I told them that I wanted to go home and if we drove fast, we could catch up with Papa. We bade goodbye to Alice, then we went home. I was wondering why we never saw the car of Papa. I asked myself why. I knew he drives slowly and carefully.

When we reached home, no sound was heard; nobody was in the house. I shouted but nobody answered me. One of my neighbors came rushing. “Thank God, Mitch, you’re back. Your father was rushed to the hospital. He had a heart attack.
When I heard this, I hurried into the car and asked Charles to come with me to the hospital. When we reached the hospital, I saw my mother crying in a corner. When she saw me, we hugged each other. “Your father is gone. He was rushed here after supper.” She said. We cried together.

“Papa, why did you leave us? Why?”
I asked myself secretly why Papa came to the party, why no one noticed him, why he said he’ll go ahead, why did he say goodbye?
Questions! These are questions that need to be answered. But no one could answer them.
That was my father’s sad goodbye

-by katchapet-

" All of us noe of this sayin: "treasure wad u have before u lose it" but how often do we reali treasure our closed ones? we are often busy with life, with work, with dating, with frenz, how often do we rem tt our family is home waiting for us? as i m saying tis,i m guilty as well. Cuz we spent so much time on our personal life tt we forgot tt we haven been spending time w our families.
In life, how mani ppl tt u meet are reali true to u? At the end of the day, the onli ppl tt will be dere for us are our family, and e onli place where we can seek shelter is home.
We speak harsh words to our parents, we hurt dem, we complain tt they are naggy and irritating..
But wen one day they leave us, we would be sorry.. but wad is the pt of tt? cuz they can nv come bac n hear u say tt u r sorry....
Despite sayin all tis.. i noe im guilty of it too".

Forgotten Tears

Forgotten tears,
miles and miles.
Unneccessary words,
flying by,in the back of my mind, all of yours.
I long to feel the warmth of your smile. To once more inhale your breath, your heart so close to mine.
Now miles apart. Forgotten tears, of yours and mine.
Of what has become of you and I. The bondage has broken, the ties, the lies. I long to remember that look in your eyes, when you look at me. Beneath thee, under your arms, soft and secure.
Forgotten tears, though never forgotten. Memories like these, of you and me.

-By Pandora-