Anything that related to my daily experiences. The things I learned throughout the day. The values and virtue that i can achieved. The five senses of the human that i've experience personally.
Kara

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Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Stay Strong KARA!
Actually this few weeks I've been worrying about KARA all the time. They have been going through a hard time in their life. I mean after this incident, things really change in their life. I hope this incident never affect the bond between them. I really love seeing them hugging each other and caring for each other. It really make me feel so warm. Recently, they have been involving in a lawsuit. They had some disagreement with their company, DSP entertainment. And they are a lots of rumors around them. I really quite sad when I knew about it. But anyway, things had gone from bad to good. Everything's almost over now. Kara still exist as 5 members and I really wanted to thank God about that. I've been praying for them all time. Now I am still waiting for the final result from their discussion with DSP. I hope everything go well as it is. Kara I'll always support you! KARA JIANG!
Thursday, January 13, 2011
The most beautiful flower
The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read
beneath the long straggly branches of an old willow tree
Disillusioned by life, with good reason to frown
for the world was intent on dragging me down
And if that weren't enough to ruin my day
a young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play
He stood right before me with his head tilted down
and said with great excitement, " Look what I found!"
In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight
with its petals all worn, not enough rain or too little light
Wanting him to take the dead flower and go off to play
I faked a small smile and then shifted away
But instead of retreating he sat next to my side
placed the flower to his nose and declared with overacted surprise
" It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful too.
That's why I picked it; here it's for you."
The weed before me was dying or dead
not vibrant of colours : orange, yellow or red
But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave
so I reached for the flower and replied, " Just what I need."
But instead of placing the flower in my hand
he held it mid-air without reason or plan
It was then that the gears started running in my mind
That weed-toting boy could not see; he was blind
I heard my voice quiver, tears shone like the sun
as I thanked him for picking the very best one
"You're welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play
unaware of the impact he'd had on my day
I sat there and wondered how he manage to see
a self-pitying man beneath an old willow tree
How did he know of my self-indulged plight?
Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight
Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see
the problem was not with the world; the problem was me
All for all those time I myself had been blind
I vowed to see the beauty in life, and appreciate every second that's mine
And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose,
breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose
and smiled as I watched that young boy, another weed in his hand
about to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.
beneath the long straggly branches of an old willow tree
Disillusioned by life, with good reason to frown
for the world was intent on dragging me down
And if that weren't enough to ruin my day
a young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play
He stood right before me with his head tilted down
and said with great excitement, " Look what I found!"
In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight
with its petals all worn, not enough rain or too little light
Wanting him to take the dead flower and go off to play
I faked a small smile and then shifted away
But instead of retreating he sat next to my side
placed the flower to his nose and declared with overacted surprise
" It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful too.
That's why I picked it; here it's for you."
The weed before me was dying or dead
not vibrant of colours : orange, yellow or red
But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave
so I reached for the flower and replied, " Just what I need."
But instead of placing the flower in my hand
he held it mid-air without reason or plan
It was then that the gears started running in my mind
That weed-toting boy could not see; he was blind
I heard my voice quiver, tears shone like the sun
as I thanked him for picking the very best one
"You're welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play
unaware of the impact he'd had on my day
I sat there and wondered how he manage to see
a self-pitying man beneath an old willow tree
How did he know of my self-indulged plight?
Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight
Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see
the problem was not with the world; the problem was me
All for all those time I myself had been blind
I vowed to see the beauty in life, and appreciate every second that's mine
And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose,
breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose
and smiled as I watched that young boy, another weed in his hand
about to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.
Monday, January 10, 2011
思念
我很想念以前的日子。虽然,有时候会不开心但是很快就没事了。现在长大了,烦恼也多了。真的很想像以前那样开开心心的过每一天。虽然要很早起床上学但是每天回到家都会吃到妈妈做的饭菜。真的很开心。假期又能和朋友去玩,和家人去旅行。我很想念我的家,我的家人,我的朋友。
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Responsibility
Keith is fifteen years old. He was once a very bright and intelligent student at Clifford High until one day he meet a friend name Jackson. Keith was at a football practice and there was a new student joined his football team. As the team captain, he introduces the new guy, Jackson to all the other team members. To all of them, Jackson seems to be muscular, quiet, shy guy but little do they know about Jackson’s transfer into their community.
Keith and Jackson seem to get along quite well. They sit beside each other in the classroom, they go for practice together, and they hang out together quite often. Keith parents was quite worried about Keith going well with Jackson as they knew what is the main reason Jackson transfer to his school. They did not tell Keith about it as they trusted Keith so much that Keith will not do anything which is not right. Throughout these fifteen years, Keith seems to carry himself quite well.
One day, Jackson invited Keith to one of his friend’s party.
“ Hey, Keith! Do you mind to hang out at my friend’s party tonight? With all the girls, music and alcohols, I bet you will enjoy it!” says Jackson.
“ Hhhmmmm, I don’t think I want to go. Besides, I still have assignment to do,” reply Keith.
“ You are such a coward! I know what you are thinking. We are going to be fine. Trust me! Your parents will never find out. Come on, man!” Jackson pursued Keith
Five minutes later, Keith says, “ All right. All right. But make sure that you send me home before 12am. I don’t want to freak my parents out for going out so late.”
Keith was enjoying himself at the party and he got real drunk. He wasn’t really sure what Jackson gave to him previously and he was unconscious. When he opens his eyes, he found himself in the police station. And then he saw his parents at bailing him at the counter. He saw both his parent looked at him in disappointment. Jackson was arrested as he is a drug pusher. Keith life changed since that day onwards. He is no longer the popular brilliant kid that he used to be and all his peers called him as “ ADDICT ”.
Take a moment to think. Whose responsibility is this?
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Final T_T
My final exam is getting closer. I am a bit nervous. Next Monday is my final. I really hope this time I can score a good result. My trial result already very worst. I don't want my final exam to be same as my trial. I can't accept it. Anywhere, I already tried my best. I really hope I can achieve my goal. Wish me luck!
Thursday, January 6, 2011
我的人生目标
我在一次找到我的人生目标了!我很开心。。我真的很开心!我在也不是那迷失方向的我了。我的自信,能力全都回来了。现在的我会向着这个目标而崩跑。我知道我这次的决定不是一时冲动。我已经想的很清楚了。我将来要做个很出色的精神科医生。我不是说说而已。我一定会做到的!在我一生当中我从来没有对某一个科目那么有兴趣。我甚至去买关于人的性格和身体语言的书来读。我知道了。。这已经不是一时冲动的决定。我会努力的达成我的目标!
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