昨晚 haan, et, Adeline 去日本了。
涵爸爸讲: 三个人坐飞机，整个机场都被我们挤满了。真的真的，送机的人真的很多。
很多人都哭了。
要进去的时候。。。
婷婷才到 airport。看到婷婷掉眼泪，我都懂她们感情有多好。
看到毅生掉眼泪，我都懂他们有多舍不得。
看到珍珍姐姐掉眼泪，我都懂她有多疼自己的妹妹。
婷婷的眼泪是朋友的爱，毅生的眼泪是男朋友的爱，珍珍姐姐的眼泪是家人的爱。
看到这三个场面，我的眼泪都快标出来。
Monday, March 30, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
Friday, February 27, 2009
everywhere
走掉的大概都有10个了。再走5、6个就差不多超过一半了。
玉婷 - KL
这个女孩子跟我同班6年。看起来有一点点成熟，可是每次都被人骗。差一点点就被宗亮骗掉。像桂纶镁? 听说。单纯到可以。
雪丽 - NZ
钢琴小姐。高一转去 Green road, 后来又转回来。高三坐我跟惠雯前面。无聊到上课一半猜她喜欢谁。不小心被我猜中。后来最记得的是: 她考钢琴的时候那个男的帮她翻书，可是没有椅子好坐，她不忍心看他酱站着，结果就弹快快弹快快，结果就 fail 掉那个几千块的考试。后来有一次上电脑，她跟男的 chatting。他们粗到去用 projector 开她的 screen。
Amy - AUS
英文几 pro。每次有考试，Amy 讲考就是考，Amy 讲要延就是要延。每次有习题要做，Amy 有做就有人交，Amy 没有做就没有人交。
晓君 - KL
小我一岁。可是比我厉害多多。五颜六色。
秀萍 - KL
环保的 boss。喜欢文国。讲话死不小声每次听不到。
Pony - taiwan
Porny。哈哈。喜欢 max。每次临时剪指甲的。
Cis - KL
这个 agua 跟我同班三年。高一的时候同班，ITS 也同班。高一前面半年，他拿最后一名，我拿最后第二。最堕落的一次。结果 next semester，志毅把我放在第一个，这个 agua 坐我后面。去 ITS 的时候他买cha kueh 跟我一起在班吃。有一次最感动。他打电话跟我讲他买 chocolate 给我，结果我跟他讲我生病不能去 ITS。哈哈。高一 Second semester 我们还有 Gregory 讲好比成绩。谁输做 breakfast。后来到高三，这个 agua 还是一样 hiao。每天跟我讲那些有跟没有的。
赫智 - switzerland
韩国小姐。听说她初一才开始读华文，可是现在华文比我 pro。高三坐我后面。每次没有带书就跟她share。
Sheng - AUS
游泳几 pro。每次静静酱，看起来蛮 cool。每次讲有讲没有酱。高二的时候验血型，他突然间讲他要晕，就跌去后面头敲到地板。后来我们一起去 sematan，玩 mafia 玩到没有睡觉。
玉婷 - KL
这个女孩子跟我同班6年。看起来有一点点成熟，可是每次都被人骗。差一点点就被宗亮骗掉。像桂纶镁? 听说。单纯到可以。
雪丽 - NZ
钢琴小姐。高一转去 Green road, 后来又转回来。高三坐我跟惠雯前面。无聊到上课一半猜她喜欢谁。不小心被我猜中。后来最记得的是: 她考钢琴的时候那个男的帮她翻书，可是没有椅子好坐，她不忍心看他酱站着，结果就弹快快弹快快，结果就 fail 掉那个几千块的考试。后来有一次上电脑，她跟男的 chatting。他们粗到去用 projector 开她的 screen。
Amy - AUS
英文几 pro。每次有考试，Amy 讲考就是考，Amy 讲要延就是要延。每次有习题要做，Amy 有做就有人交，Amy 没有做就没有人交。
晓君 - KL
小我一岁。可是比我厉害多多。五颜六色。
秀萍 - KL
环保的 boss。喜欢文国。讲话死不小声每次听不到。
Pony - taiwan
Porny。哈哈。喜欢 max。每次临时剪指甲的。
Cis - KL
这个 agua 跟我同班三年。高一的时候同班，ITS 也同班。高一前面半年，他拿最后一名，我拿最后第二。最堕落的一次。结果 next semester，志毅把我放在第一个，这个 agua 坐我后面。去 ITS 的时候他买cha kueh 跟我一起在班吃。有一次最感动。他打电话跟我讲他买 chocolate 给我，结果我跟他讲我生病不能去 ITS。哈哈。高一 Second semester 我们还有 Gregory 讲好比成绩。谁输做 breakfast。后来到高三，这个 agua 还是一样 hiao。每天跟我讲那些有跟没有的。
赫智 - switzerland
韩国小姐。听说她初一才开始读华文，可是现在华文比我 pro。高三坐我后面。每次没有带书就跟她share。
Sheng - AUS
游泳几 pro。每次静静酱，看起来蛮 cool。每次讲有讲没有酱。高二的时候验血型，他突然间讲他要晕，就跌去后面头敲到地板。后来我们一起去 sematan，玩 mafia 玩到没有睡觉。
Yvonne - KL
这个不用介绍。损友一个。哈哈哈。
这个不用介绍。损友一个。哈哈哈。
Friday, February 6, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
story time =D
When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.
She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Dew. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.
She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew.
When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.
She requested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions... She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time.. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.
On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.
I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind... I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.
At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed – dead.
Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.
She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Dew. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.
She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew.
When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.
She requested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions... She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time.. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.
On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.
I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind... I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.
At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed – dead.
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