*外婆*

耶！！

久违的外婆回来了~

好久不见，

只不过一下楼，看见一个熟悉的身影...

带着帽子，心想应该是外婆本尊吧...

进行了电疗后，似乎看不见一丝白发了耶...

事实上，外婆已是“尼姑”一族了...

梳子对她来说已毫无用处了...

希望外婆早日康复，

我想看到健康、快乐的外婆...

现在她好可怜哦，

什么都不能吃，天天吃些粗茶淡饭...

难怪她变瘦了，变得憔悴了许多...

外婆，加油！！

孙儿

8.44pm

15 July 2009

永恒的思念

She is just away.

You cannot say,

you must not say she is dead.

She is just away with a cheery smile and a wave of the hand.

She has wandered into an unknown land,

and left us dreaming how very fair it must be,

since she lingers there,

so think of her faring on as dear in the love of there as the love of here.

Think of her still as the same,

and say she is not dead,

she is just away.

May it some how help to ease the sorrow that we all bear to know that there are many hearts than understand and care.

There is so little one can say,

so little one can do when you have lost a loved one who was very dear to you.

Still,

many understanding thoughts are being sent,

to let you know that others are and share loss today.

悄悄的，你走了。。。

犹记得初一的我们，几乎不曾说话。。

除了那一次，闹得蛮大的，

那件事，至今亦未曾忘记。。。

唉，当年，

幼稚的我。。。

上了初二，新的一年，

迎接新的自己。。。

是长大了没错，没那么幼稚、贪玩。。。

不久后，家里开始出现了一部电脑。。。

网上，

咱们还蛮聊得来，偶尔还聊聊心事、讲笑话笑笑。。。

无可否认，你是个很棒的朋友、listener。。。

当年，帮了我不少，谢啦~

初三、高一，

甚少碰面了，

就算撞到，

有时会打打招呼，但有时却好像陌生人

完全不认识。。。

只因为自己害臊，而畏惧，

不敢打招呼，

太差劲了吧。。。

现在，后悔、内疚，难过、

种种心情，无所不有。。。

后悔没有珍惜你，

内疚不曾珍惜你，

难过，失去了你。

如今，

一切一切，

已成为定局。。。

愿你在那儿，活得快乐、安稳。。。

答应我们，要天天开心哦！！

朋友，

郢兵 敬上

2.34am

12 July 2009

Father Forgets

This is something i would really like to share with you guys.

Father Forgets, by W. Livingston Larned

Listen, son: I am saying this as you lie asleep, one little paw crumpled under your cheek and the blond curls stickily wet on your damp forehead. I have stolen into your room alone. Just a few minutes ago, as I sat reading my paper in the library, a stifling wave of remorse swept over me. Guiltily I came to your beside.

These are the things I was thinking, son: I had been cross to you. I scolded you as you were dressing for school because you gave your face merely a dab with a towel. I took you to task for not cleaning your shoes. I called out angrily when you threw some of your things on the floor.

At breakfast I found fault, too. You spilled things. You gulped down your food. You put your elbows on the table. You spread butter too thick on your bread. And as you started off to play and I made for my train, you turned and waved a hand and called, "Goodbye, Daddy!" and i frowned, and said in reply, "Hold your shoulders back!"

Then it began all over again in the late afternoon. As I came up the road I spied you, down on your knees, playing marbles. There were holes in your stockings. I humiliated you before your boyfriends by marching you ahead of me to the house. Stockings were expensive-and if you had to buy them you would be more careful! Imagine that, son, from a father!

Do you remember, later, when I was reading in the library, how you came in timidly, with a sort of hurt look in your eyes? When I glanced up over my paper, impatient at the interruption, you hesitated at the door. " What is it you want?" I snapped.

You said nothing, but ran across in one tempestuous plunge, and threw your arms tightened with an affection that God had set blooming in our heart and which even neglect could not wither. And then you were gone, pattering up the stairs.

Well, son, it was shortly afterwards that my paper slipped from my hands and a terrible sickening fear came over me. What has habit been doing to me? The habit of finding fault, of reprimanding-this was my reward to you for being a boy. It was not that I did not love you; it was that i expected too much of youth. I was measuring you by the yardstick of my own years.

And there was so much that was good and fine and true in your character. The little heart of you was as big as the dawn itself over the wide hills. This was shown by your spontaneous impulse to rush in and kiss me good night. Nothing else matters tonight, son. I have come to your bedside in the darkness, and i have knelt there, ashamed!

It is a feeble atonement; I know you would not understand these things if I told them to you during your waking hours. But tomorrow I will be a real daddy! I will chum with you, and suffer when you suffer, and laugh when you laugh. I will bite my tongue when impatient words come. I will keep saying as if it were a ritual: "He is nothing but a boy-a little boy!"

I am afraid I have visualized you as a man. Yet as I see you now, son, crumpled and weary in your cot, I see that you are still a baby. Yesterday you were in your mother's arms, your head on her shoulder. I have asked too much, too much.

By W. Livingston Larned during the early 20th century

ShinN

3.23pm

9 July 2009

A Day Passed, Again

What a Day.

From 4pm till 10.35pm.

He's sure diligent, worked for more than 6 hours to earn RM80.

Really look up to him. Tough and Strong.

Mentally tired now.

Can't wait to get in my bed.

He can surely tell i live a boring life.

As i was struggling pretty hard to entertain him.

Love Guru, CJ 7, 我猜我猜我猜猜猜，分手擂台...

Laughed, really had fun.

Fortunately, mom baked cakes and toasted some homemade bread.

Or else, he'll eat us all alive for sure.

Hope that mug of MILO worked.

Yep, it's 10.35pm.

He departed.

Soon, it was his turn as well.

Let's just call it a night, shall we?

=]

ShinN

10.57pm

8 July 2009