一些感触

五年了，有五年了。一转眼五年就过了，仿佛中学毕业才是昨晚的事。果然岁月不饶人。好感伤啊。。。以前还觉得好年轻，岁数都是1开头，现在从1毕业了，2字开头，真的不得不认老了。现在见到中学生都会觉得他们是小弟弟小妹妹，哈哈，感觉真的好老。==
所以真的要好好珍惜时光。

好久没回来写部落格，以前借着因为中学没拿中文课程靠多写文章好让自己文笔保持水准。自从上了中六忙了起来，一直坚持以来每天写一篇的习惯日渐一日的减少，从一个星期写一篇，到一个月写一篇，慢慢的就这样一年都可能才写得上一篇。最近看回差点被自己荒废的部落格才发现自己的文笔退的好糟糕！尤其是上了大学，进了制服团体，很少接触身边的华裔朋友，中文自然没那么好了，反而马来文变强了好多。但是。。。。但是。。。。。英文也变差了。。。。。 *泪****

感伤的都写完了。不写不开心，我想改变。:) 部落格都从新设计了，好喜欢现在的设计。估计部落格会一直保持这模样，干净简单。现在好喜欢清新的感觉。

从现在开始我会分享我人生所发生的一切。希望能帮助到有追踪我部落格的朋友们。首次来到我部落格的，我也很欢迎你们，谢谢关注！！多多指教！！

五年的时间带给我的改变真的好大。曾经天真无邪的我，相信世间一切美好的我，如今看开了一切。做人顺其自然就好了。曾经热心助人，什么都答应别人要求的烂好人，如今明白了不是每个人都值得你帮。曾经会为了朋友掏心掏肺的，如今也明白了人生里会有许多人不断地进进出出，有时候遇到的你以为会是一生都会是好朋友的朋友到最后也只不过是你人生里的路人。还有许多的曾经。。。

以前常常听长辈说，中学出来面对的东西会完全不一样。现在我体会到了。中学远远不及中六甚至是大学的生活。我自认我很幸福。我还有双亲在，虽然我家老妈老爸是严了点，表达能力也不像其他父母，会跟孩子很好聊，很亲密。我爸妈啊虽然他们嘴上不说，行动上也没什么看的出，但是他们的确是很爱我们这些孩子的。以前的我真的不会看，而且还是一个不听话叛逆的坏女儿，让他们一次又一次的心碎。还好现在我变得懂事了，不然后果都不知会怎么样。说起幸福两个字，幸福得来不易。别看我现在好好的，看似过得好开心。其实以前艰难的生活，都是地狱般的熬过来的，造成现在我阴影少许都还在。虽然有不开心的往事，但是那些都是过去了。我很庆幸，现在我的家庭感情越来越好，尤其是我爸妈。看到他们俩老夫妻感情好，我也觉得很欣慰。我希望我家人能这样继续幸福开心下去。当然，身为家庭的一份子我也有这责任照顾好大家。我希望我能为他们做点事情。
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盖自己几巴掌！！

上次不是说了要每天上来更新的吗? 哈哈，结果没做到。。。。。好失败，打自己！！！盖自己几巴掌！！！真是没用！！！哈哈

好了，好了，现在就来开始我大学生涯的第一篇文章吧。

不知不觉，上大学都有一年了。还记得去年得知上大学的时候，那个紧张的心情真的无法形容。虽然得到的不是我真正想要的 course，不过也还算过得去。我死亡我能继续留在生物学系，我选登大是因为登大有我想要的，那就是 Biologi Marine。不过得到的就是纯数学，对就是数学！！！整整三年读的都是数学！！！哈哈，不用紧吧。数学也算是我的强项。（结果我错了。。。。是吗？不，是因为我太忙了，没时间做练习？错，因为我懒？对吧？对吧？哈哈。。。。盖自己一百掌！！！）

就这样，准备上大学的东西~~~ BlaBlaBlaBla 就来到了大学。第一次离开家想到这么远的地方，挺不习惯的。再加上因为父母要忙工作自己一个人出发，看着身边的大学新生们，有父母陪伴在身旁，帮忙搬着行李，会有种默默的忧伤。不过还好，有姐姐在。但是姐姐也只是陪我报名就回家去了。留下我一个人慢慢的搬行李。好辛苦。 == 我当时的体力还没那么好！！！还是个肥婆，哈哈哈！！把行李从一楼搬去三楼还好，糟糕的是要经过一段很长的距离才我宿舍。累垮了。~~~

噔噔噔噔~~~ 这就是我的房间，好怀念啊

我的座位，还有新生得到的书包。里面有水瓶，大毛巾，还有一件 T-Shirt。现在书包都烂的惨不忍睹，丢了。

待续。。。。。

日记 8/5/2012

隔了6个月，终于开始我的中六生活了。
中六？

不过前一阵子收到的信，
写着这个星期日去面试。
说什么在马六甲的IPTA。
但是我上网找了，
马六甲政府大学没有医科。
怎么办？。。。。。。
或他们派我去别的州都可以啊。。。。。。

 恩。
应该是读中六吧？
很期待。
计划都想好了，缺的就是排好时间。
跟朋友们都约好了在 MBS 见。
还没转校前在 cochrane 也能跟朋友一起去 Aeon ( Jusco )逛下街。
带他们走，as 我对那里这么熟。XD
还有还有，顺便跟他们一起吃 secret recipe～～
每一天是不同的口味 。
巧克力，Ｙｏｇｕｒｔ，Ｃｈｅｅｓｅ，Ｖａｎｉｌｌａ～～～　好吃啊！！！　^^

然后呢，
还可以去书局，
看一看有什么好书。
也可以去看下，
卡纸，文具，装饰品，礼物，电器之类的～～　
这就是为什么我爱逛　Aeon 的原因。
很多东西看～～～

还有还有，章鱼烧～～　哈哈　超喜欢的

华文退步

华文退步了很多。
应该是因为没再像以前那么勤劳，每天上来打一篇文章的缘故吧？哈哈
有很多华文字都忘了怎么用，什么音，而且，看回以前的文章，
通常都会加一些成语，谚语还是什么引用词之类的。

好失败，哈哈。
是时候好好的温习回华文吧!! 龙的传人，华文怎能不好呢？ :PPPPP

用心去感受

看清了，
看清了一切。

发现了，
其实真正的朋友，
真正的朋友是不需要每一天都聊天，有说有笑。

真正的朋友，
是不用语言，
是靠心灵沟通的。
就算静静地在一起，
一个眼神，一个动作，就能清楚知道对方在想什么。

虽然没说出来，
心里却很清楚的知道。

这个，
我觉得很神圣，很美妙。

果然，
心灵沟通很重要。

我开始体会到，
这个的重要性。

比起吵吵闹闹在一起玩，
我更喜欢静静地坐在一起。
用心去感觉。

也许很多人不喜欢，
认为我很冷。
但，

这对我来说是一件很美的事。

回忆 CBD 哭

我常常说，不要对我太好。

其实是因为，我很容易被感动。被感动就会哭了。

所以，通常我哭大部分是因为感动，
伤心地哭就比较少，哭一下就停了。

哈哈，
想起，两次两次哭都被 Ka Ming 看到，他还说我，喂！！！你哭什么哦！？Choy Yun 啊，做人要坚强。

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第一次是我来月经太痛，动不了，那天要 CBD duty的却去不成了，有点内疚。

大家都对我很好，关心我。叫我休息，还问我要不要载我回家，我答不用了，不想麻烦你们。。。

Ka Ming 有陪我一下，虽然算是 kacau kacau 的那种不过还是很感谢他了。

尤其是，他叫我起身一起去 CBD 的时候，如果不是他，我的裙子弄到了我自己也不知道。

哈哈，谢谢你了。
（谢谢你了，不要吵了，哈哈）

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找回当初的感觉

我发现我最近忧郁症好像变得更严重了。
严重得。。。。我连一些重要事情都能忘了
精神问题。。。。
记忆衰退。。。。

我想趁我还清醒的时候，写下一切我想说的话 :)))

一直在哭。。。。哈哈 眼睛都肿了 :)))))

也许我的问题对别人来说是小问题，
不过一切都以个人为异，有时对一些人来说，他们可能 会承受不了。。。。。

我？
我觉得最近的我好像已经不能再去好好的感觉一切。。。。
我不能让自己变成那样吧？
好像，
偶尔停下来，看一看风景，看一看周围的人，看一看街边的狗狗猫猫，看一看在天上飞翔的小鸟，看一看。。。。。

连我现在最喜欢什么，
我都忘了。。。。。
以前我还能说是音乐，画画。。。。。
现在？

我不知道。。。。。
我迷失了 哈哈

我只知道要一直读书，有很多功课要赶，很多 assignment，也要赶 syllabus，下个月就要考试了。。。。。

昨天，
我连这个都可以忘了 哈哈。。。。有多严重？
昨天我洗完澡就要赶去钢琴班了。。。。。
走在路上，
总有一种不安的感觉，
心里想：“对了！我没穿胸罩对吧？！”
跑回去，跑到一半，不对。。。。。 我有穿啊！！
我到底是怎么了？
穿在身上都可以忘掉的？

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Dedicated to a friend of mine that I never meet before

今早可以说是我这假期以来最早醒的一次吧。是的，醒来了的确好过了点。情绪比较稳定了。所以不要弄我哭，我一哭就会很乱，需要蛮长的时间来平复我的心情。哈哈。我没事了。反而比较担心我的朋友。怕他会作出傻事来。

我的这一位朋友，我从没见过他。只通过 facebook　聊天了解他。

开始的时候，他是通过一些朋友为了学画画而加我为友的。我还记得，第一次聊天就一直问我很多问题，portrait，还问我一幅画是否用墨画的。那幅画是用电脑绘出来的。　＝＝
之后就很客气的说谢谢。

接着的，我忘了。英文吧？不知道，哈哈忘了。就开始聊很多很多的东西。更了解了他。

还有呢有一段时间还真的很讨厌他的。时不时就来笑我弄我，一直用姚明的脸，９ｇａｇ　ｍｅｍｅ。知道我生气了还继续。真是气。。。。。。唉。。。。。。。
不过还好他过了一阵子就没那样了。不然我真的会被气得吐血。

然后呢，就一直这样聊。哈哈，有很多次熬夜他也是陪着我，因为他没睡。不过也好的，有人陪。哈哈，不会觉得孤独。XD

聊着聊着就成了朋友。也许他不当我是朋友吧？他常说我们是不过是陌生人这样聊聊天而已。

他常吸烟的，我常劝他不要吸了。最好戒掉。他都没听。＝＝　有时又会投诉心痛，不舒服。。。。。。拜托不要吸烟了。这样很伤身啊。

对了，他的大考要来临了。压力应该很大吧。。。。。他也答应过我他会拿　First Class Honour。我看好他可以拿到。

但是现在。。。。。。我不知道他怎么了。。。。。。

。。。。。。。

也许是压力吧？也许我不应该这样吧？我这样做，好像给很多压力他。

有一次，他对我发脾气。还说我烦。那时还真的是伤了我的。不过不用紧吧，又不是什么大事。伤了伤而已。哈哈，他也说的对的。我每一次上网就一直 spam 我的墙。这也骂醒了我，不要一直上网啦！！！做点有益的事，哈哈哈。　

自从他骂了我烦之后，他就变了。虽然他有道歉，我也接受，不过我们之间的关系变得很僵了。我有尝试过做出第一步。得到的又是一大堆道歉。

好了。。。。。我就这样等。

等了几天，我又在做出另一个第一步。我问他，现在要怎样？你道歉了，我也接受了。还有我是不是很烦？如果我很烦的话，我以后都不会再烦你。他没答我，反而问我：“你这一句什么意思？”　前面还加一段蛮粗的话，我不想写出来。就是那一段话，又弄伤了我。我立刻说，哦，不好意思。８８。

这时我哭了。真的哭了。因为我觉得我失去了一个朋友。。。。。。泪一直流出来。哭得眼睛都肿了。啊。。。好丑。哈哈。

过了不久，他又回来道歉。很矛盾。。。。。。。
他说如果他的 twitter 烦到我的话，他 unfollow 我。他还真的是 unfollow 了我。这时我笑了，你这笨蛋。哈哈，是你看不到我的东西而已，我还在 follow 你的。

看着他的 twitter，他说他喝酒。他希望能喝醉。。。。一直在那里打：“哈哈哈哈哈”。其实心里是很不开心，也许在哭也说不定。。。。。。

我哭得累了，就去睡了。
明天还要去买书呢！！还有可能会遇到外星人。眼肿肿见到他不是很好。待会儿问东问西，我就烦了。

今早起身，开 facebook。就看到了他写给我的信息。

看得我都心酸了。。。。。

他说他很想哭。。。。。想好好的大哭一场。他很努力了。他想做个好人，要努力读书，考取好成绩，做个有用的人。。。。。想做好人。为什么世界就不给他一个机会？。。。。。。为什么要那么拼命？。。。。。。
然后他不值得我对他那么好。。。。。。

其实他很辛苦的。。。。。。

弄得我差点又哭出来了。。。。。。。

我深了深呼吸。

回答了他。

要哭就哭吧。男人也是人。为什么男人不能哭？

你不需要说对不起。其实你自己也很辛苦的。


对不起我不是很会说话。

你说你想当好人。那你就继续当好人啊。

累是一定会的，所以要记得休息。但休息后也要记得再起身继续走下去。


其实给不给机会，是看你自己了。是的，你努力着我看得出的。你说过，为什么那些人读书都能那么厉害？每个人的脑都不一样，也许他在哪一方面好，不代表他别的都很好。每个人存在这世界一定有他们自己的原因，意义。

所谓，天生我材必有用。

不要把自己当成一无所用。

你怎么知道有一天你将会成功？

你怎么知道有那一天你的努力都是值得的。

你怎么知道以后你会有骄傲光荣的一天。

既然你选了你要努力读书，就去吧。
考个好成绩。

不要再说对不起了！
你再说的话，如果你在我面前我就会用力的打你了。打醒你。
你一直说对不起的话，就代表你还不够努力。
对不起是你要放弃的时候才说的。
如果你这样来说的话就真的对不起我了。

就算有多辛苦，生命这段路都一定要走下去。不管遇到多少挫折多么的困难。
好人嘛这一个的话。。。。不值得对你那么好？
我很傻对吧？

我一直都这么想的。

爱是无限的。要爱就爱全世界。
但社会就是那么的现实。
你对一个人好的话就会可能令那个人觉得他有阴谋。
好人，在社会似乎已经不存在了。
所以说好人难做啊。哈哈

陌生人？

朋友都是从陌生人之间认识了才有的。
是的，我也许从没见过你。不能真正的了解你。
不过我当你是朋友了。

还有我不想看到这样的你。

还有你这样说还真有点令我怕怕的 == 不要做傻事 ==

凡事要看开点
好好的睡一觉
醒来会好过点
睡觉如果失眠
就尝试不要去想那么多了
睡觉休息重要

那些醒来了才烦

选择当好人好傻吧？

我只是想帮助人。
就算才那么的一点点，对我来说已经很好了。

哈哈，你可以笑我天真。我就是这样没办法。

鸿义

要哭
就好好的大哭一场。
哭完要记得在次站起来。
继续向前走。

抹干眼泪看清楚方向，小心走错方向倒退了 ==

加油


其实满担心他的，真的很怕他会作出傻事来。＝＝
怕怕。。。。。
因为之前听他说过，他有一次差点跳车。

希望他会没事。

换背景换心情

好久好久好久没上来真正的写部落格了。
LK考试的那些都是随便写的，为了拿分啊。。。。。哈哈。
我的部落格，我又回来了。
要重新培养写日记的习惯。自从上了中五就开始慢慢的失去了这习惯，都是因为大考要来临了吧。中五那年都把时间花在读书，不想再像中三那年了。。。。。那时真的有点后悔没读好书，考出来的成绩也不是很理想。还被某人取笑。。。。。还真难过的。哈，不过一切都是过去了。

昨天花了蛮长的时间来重新布置我的部落格。哈哈，换背景换心情。最近觉得人有点低落的，心有点沉沉的感觉。之前部落格的背景就有点太过阳光了，不适合现在的心情。所以这一次换的背景不会太阳光，不会太黑暗同时又能带出我的感觉。太黑暗的话会令人想别处去。

说起 emo? 我表姐常说我 emo 的时候很可怕。是吗？可能是我的表情看下去很恐怖？还是。。。。。？？？哈哈哈，也许我那时在沉思呢？所以不用太担心啦。还有我生气不会那么记仇的。除非真的太过份。

恩，
蛮喜欢我现在的部落格。好美~~~~ XD
粉红系的~~~~ 有些人会不喜欢吧？哈哈
还有音乐我都是放不会太吵的，听下去都比较舒服，疏解压力。啊啊啊~~~

La luna

There's another cute short film that I wanted to share here, La Luna.

La Luna is a Pixar computer-animated short film, directed and written by Enrico Casarosa. The short premiered on June 6, 2011 at the Annecy International Animated Film Festival in France, and was paired with Pixar's Brave for its theatrical release on June 22, 2012, premiering before the film's beginning. La Luna will be released on a new collection of Pixar's short films.

La Luna was nominated for an Oscar for Best Animated Short Film at the 84th Academy Awards.

PLOT

A young boy, Bambino, goes on a midnight sailing trip with his father Papà and grandfather Nonno. After they anchor their boat in the middle of the sea, Papà presents Bambino with a cap similar to the ones he and Nonno wear. The two men disagree on how Bambino should wear it, with Papà pulling it low over his eyes and Nonno pushing it back on his head. Papà sets up a long ladder for Bambino to climb so he can set the boat's anchor on the full moon, and the three ascend to start their work of sweeping fallen stars off the lunar surface.

Papá urges Bambino to use a pushbroom on the stars, while Nonno favors a besom broom. As they quarrel, a huge star crashes down on the moon; it is far too large for any of them to move by themselves. Turning his cap backwards, the way he wants to wear it, Bambino climbs onto the star and taps it with a hammer. It bursts apart into hundreds of smaller stars, and all three go to work sweeping them up, with Bambino choosing a rake instead of either man's broom. Once the job is done, they climb back down into their boat and look up at the moon, which now displays a glowing crescent phase thanks to their efforts.

57 Cents

A story from Pastor Russell H. Conwell on December 1, 1912:

A little over twenty years ago, Little Hattie May Wiatt lived in a house near the church in which we then worshipped. It was a small church and was crowded; tickets of admission were obtained sometimes weeks in advance for every service. One day when I came down to the church, I found a number of children outside. They were greatly disturbed because they could not get in due to the crowd of children already in the Sunday school rooms of the church, and little Hattie May Wiatt, who lived near by, had brought her books and a contribution and was standing by the gate, hesitating whether to go back home or wait and try to get in later. I took her up in my arms, lifted her to my shoulder, and then as she held on to my head - an embrace I never can forget - I carried her through the crowd in the hall, into the Sunday school room, and seated her in a chair away back in a dark corner. The next morning as I came down to the church from my home, I came by their house, and she was going up the street to school. As we met, I said: "Hattie, we are going to have a larger Sunday school room soon," and she said: "I hope you will. It is so crowded that I am afraid to go there alone." "Well," I replied, "when we get the money with which to erect a school building, we are going to construct one large enough to get all the little children in, and we are going to begin very soon to raise the money for it." It was only in my mind as a kind of imaginary vision, but I wished to make conversation with the child.

Within the next couple years, Hattie became very sick, and they asked me to come in and see the child, which I did. I prayed with her. I walked up the street, praying for the little girl's recovery, and yet all the time, with the conviction that it was not to be. Hattie May Wiatt died. She had gathered 57 cents, which was left as her contribution towards securing another building for the children. After the funeral, her mother handed me the little bag with the gathered 57 cents. I took it to the church and stated that we had the first gift toward the new Sunday school building -- that little Hattie May Wiatt, who had gone on into the Shining World, had left behind her this gift towards it. I then changed all the money into pennies and offered them for sale. I received about $250 for the 57 pennies, and 54 of those cents were returned to me by the people who bought them. I then had them put in a frame where they could be seen and exhibited them, and by a sale of the $250 changed into pennies, we received enough money to buy the next house north of the church. That house was bought by the Wiatt Mite Society, which was organized for the purpose of taking the 57 cents and enlarging them sufficiently to buy the property for the Primary Department of the Sunday school.

Then when the crowd became so great we could no longer get in there, the thought impressed itself upon our congregation, "We ought to have a larger church and a larger Sunday school room." Faith in God was the characteristic of this people, and they said, "We can do it," notwithstanding the fact that we had no money in advance. Yet the conviction was strong that we ought to build a larger church, and some ventured so far, though then it seemed absurd, to say that we might "build on Broad Street somewhere".

I walked over to see Mr. Baird and asked him what he wanted for this lot on which the Temple now stands. He said that he wanted $30,000. I told him that we had only 54 cents toward the $30,000 but that we were foolish enough to think that some time we would yet own that lot. Encouraged by what he said and with no opposition on the part of the Board of Deacons, I went around again to talk with him and asked him if he would not hold the lot for five years. Mr. Baird said: "I have been thinking this matter over and have made up my mind that I will sell you that lot for $25,000, taking $5,000 less than I think it is worth, I will take the 54 cents as the first payment, and you may give me a mortgage for the rest at 5%. I went back and reported to the church, and they said: "Well, we can raise more money than 54 cents." But I went over and left the 54 cents with Mr. Baird and took a receipt for it as a part payment on the lot. Mr. Baird afterwards returned the 54 cents as another gift. Thus we bought the lot, and thus encouraged of God step by step, we went on constructing this building. We could hardly have dreamed then that in the number of years that followed, this people without wealth, each giving only as he could afford from his earnings, could have paid off so great a debt. I must state also that in the house purchased by the sale of the 57 cents was organized The Temple University.

Hattie May Wiatt was a school girl living in one of the homes of the industrious, honorable, upright and saving classes of society, not of the wealthy and great, yet think how her life was used; think what God did with her and the 57 cents that was used of hers. A glance at it would put many to shame. Think of this large church; think of the membership added to it - over 5,600 - since that time. Think of the influence of its membership going out and spreading over the world. Think of the influence of the Sabbath school carried on in this great building for more than twenty years. Then think of the institutions this church founded. Think of the Samaritan Hospital and the thousands of sick people that have been cured there and the thousands of poor that are ministered to every year. I received the report of the Samaritan Hospital for October last Saturday and find that during the month, 2,540 had visited the dispensary. By multiplying that by twelve to get the average for a year, we find that over 30,000 people every year go to the dispensary of that one hospital, and that does not include the inner wards for the poor or the private rooms. Then there is the other hopital, the Garrestson, also taken up by the people of this church. Without this church, it could never have been started. There they ministered in one single year to over 14,000 workmen, wounded, broken, and dying. When we think of the ministrations of these hospitals that were started by the influence of this church and supported in the beginning by members of this church, what a long roll it is of the deeds of Christian kindness.

Think of how in that Wiatt house were begun the very first classes of the Temple College. The Wiatt Mite Society provided the seats, the books and the teachers. Thus it began as an evening school, and it has gone on growing and developing through the years. That house, bought for 54 cents in the first place, was sold, and the proceeds were given to the Temple College in order that it might open on Park avenue. We moved out of the original church too and gave it to the Temple College, and the college sold it to another church and used the money to erect a building next door to us on Broad Street. Think of the influence of that 57 cents just for a moment. Almost 80,000 young people have gone through the classes of the Temple University, and think where they are. A year ago, we estimated that there were 500 young men and women in the business department who earned nothing before they went there and who, after six months' instruction, were earning a decent wage. Think of the added income, of the added comforts, which even the smallest departments had given, and then think of the Departments of Law, Medicine, Dentistry, Theology, Household Arts, the Normal School and the Teachers' College - nearly 4,000 are now going in and out its various doors in various parts of the city. Just estimate how they will go and teach thousands more and how those thousands will in turn teach many thousands more in their lifetime; think how it sweeps the world in a century with one techer, multiplying himself or herself a hundred times, perhaps, nearly every year. Two years ago, the smallest year of that work, we took statistics of the Temple University students. We ascertained that 504 young men were studying for the Gospel ministry in a single year. Now, if we graduate - and certainly we do - at least a hundred a year into the ministry, think what must have come to pass in twenty years since Hattie May's donation. Think of it - two thousand people preaching the Gospel because Hattie May Wiatt invested her 57 cents, because she laid the foundations.

Men may have powers of eloquence; they may sing with all the sweetness of angelic voices, and yet they may not speak as Hattie May Wiatt speaks, as she will speak through your life as you go out and do differently from what you would have done if you had not heard this story. Hattie May Wiatt is speaking in tones of eloquence, sweet, divine and powerful, moving on upon the ages. Many men are counted great; many men are given credit for that which they do not do, but here is a life filled with motive power that sweeps on for all time.

The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore

Today I wanted to share a very touching, beautiful short film. Th Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore.

PLOT
Morris Lessmore sits on a balcony in the French Quarter  of New Orleans writing his memoir. Suddenly a hurricane strikes, blowing Morris’s writing out of the book and blowing him off the balcony. While Morris frantically grabs for his book, the hurricane blows away the buildings.

After the storm, Morris finds the city and its residents devastated. He walks through the streets strewn with book pages and into the countryside. There he sees a woman fly past, magically suspended by flying books which she is holding with ribbons. She sends one of the books down to Morris. The book’s pages flip back and forth to animate an illustration of Humpty Dumpty, who urges Morris to follow him.

The flying book takes Morris to a library where other flying books live. Morris finds no humans there, but notices several portraits on the wall, one of which is the woman he had seen.

Morris then becomes the proprietor of the library. He takes care of the books, even saving the life of an early French edition of Jules Verne’s From the Earth to the Moon after it suffers a catastrophic injury falling from a shelf. He also gives out books to those who visit the library from the city still suffering from the effects of the storm. Eventually Morris begins to rewrite his memoir, sharing passages with the flying books who gather around him on the grassy hill opposite the library.

Years later Morris, now an old man, finally completes the book. Satisfied with his life’s work, he closes the book and heads for the door. The flying books swirl about him and Morris becomes young again. He then flies away, carried by flying books like the woman earlier. As he departs, his book, which had earlier been a regular book, becomes a flying book like the others, and returns to the library. Just then, a young girl arrives. She sits down on the steps of the library and begins to read Morris's book as the flying books gather around. The final scene shows Morris’s portrait added to the picture wall in the library.

A very good explanation from a youtuber's view comments on the video.

or even maybe he accepts death as a consequence of life (death was show to him by the natural catastrophe, after whitch he might thouged: for what am i writing anyway, whats the purpose of life, if it all just can end from one moment to the other?) and gets that there is a purpose in writing if he can enlighten people or just make them happy by writing literature, and get by that immortal (like the unknow auther of the old book)

then after a time he gets inspired again by (a muse, the women with the flying books) and can enjoin again the little things of life (like the music), then he discovers this old book, by whitch he gets sucked in, his fate in literature is restored again, he stoptes doubt his writing skillz and starts to write again, because maybe he wants to give people that back, what the book and his unkwon auther gave him...

in my opinion its a metaphor for the life of an writer, who at one point gets an writing blocade, its like he looses the spirit of writing and inventing something, its like all his ideas are blow away (the storm) it could also be that the storm stands for a gerneral catastrophe, after witch he looses fate in writing and life...

then you dont have seen many short films my friend. watch out for harvey krumpert, the lost thing and tsumiki no Ie. this are the best short films i have seen. all have got an oscar (as this one did) but are imo way better 

18/7/2012

Today we had our Biology and LK exam.
I can say that at first when I look at the Bio paper, I was quite happy because I think I can answer all the questions, just need some time to think. But in the end, I was unable to finish it. Another paper bombed!!!
About the LK paper, I used 15 minutes to answer all the questions since I found quite number of the questions I don't know what is it talking about.... : /
After checking the answers and confirmed, I take a sleep, actually I'm not sleeping, I just close my eyes.

Then, Mr. Lam came and kick my table =.=
I lift up my head and he said to me :"eiiiii!!! I will kill you!!!"
lol, I don't know the "kill you" thingy is pointing at me being sleeping during exam or maybe the physics paper. Better not the physics paper, it will be he's not the one who kill me but me, wanted to kill myself.

Before LK exam starts, we still have around 1 hour free to do anything, so I drew a picture from my view, Jasmin and Wye Kei sitting infront of me, busy doing homework or doing revision.
And I think teachers noticed that too, I think I'm the only one keeps looking around, draw draw draw then erase erase erase. Tadaaa, my masterpiece  XD

 Don't know what to write~~~~ hmm..... before we call it a day, Chenyue just reminded me tomorrow we will have our Maths T class. Great...... MATHS T!!!!! Scary..... we all die together..... oh no.....

Tomorrow sure kena marah oleh Puan Khaw.

Heard from what Puan Chan said, Puan Khaw keep sighing when she's marking our paper, and she's very disappointed with us of our bad bad bad results..... sorry teacher.

I guess that's all for today's blog, off to bed now. Goodnnight everyone, sweet dreams and remember the last paper, Muet reading......

12/7/2012

What to wite? What to write??
Is it funny?? I'm here asking what to write but actually I'm writing here.
Well.....

I woke up around 10pm last time just trying to finish my homework untill 6am but still couldn't manage to do it. Yup, form 6 life, busy busy busy, you have to non-stop working and getting not enough sleep is a true thing. Sometimes I wished I'm a robot wihout taking rests. Hey, robot needs to cool down too, but not as much as human do when resting.

Sad thing happened today was that my brother can't get into his dream badan berkhidmat, the IT Brigate, Oh... how sad. He said he fail his interview. He just walked away when I asked why and what happened. I was curiuos how he answered during the interview. hmm...... then he turned and said to me, it is so no fair because the head of the ITB is a scout, then those others that passed the interview were all scouts too so there must be something wrong. I'm not sure about it well.....
So, If he wanted to apply again, he need to wait until may be lower 6? 

Got 6 periods free today, argh!! Still can't finish all the works, HEAVY!!

will continue tomorrow ~~~~

Simply write 10/7/2012

Today LK 10/7, teacher asked us to create blog at Blogger for those who haven't have a blog site, and wants us to update our blogs to at least 10 posts.

This blog supposed to be all in Chinese because I wanted to practice my Chinese since I stopped taking Chinese classes form2.
Actually I'm kind of regret of not continue taking it.....
Oh, never mind. lol
So.... this will be my first post.

Can't think of anything to write at the moment.....

Sorry for my bad bad bad English, I'm trying my very best to improve my English... >.<
Today had my very first Muet Speaking test, again I'm too nervous and just like what teacher said "mind-block".... I did so bad.... sigh..... Everyone is so good in my class, sometimes it makes me feel left out, all negative thougths pops out, worst feeling ever haha

But then today, I talked with my friends, oh.... thank you for being my listener :) I found that I'm not the only who's facing the same problem, they said I should believe in myself, stop letting the negatives affect my studies. Thank you so much....

well, nothing much happened today.
1 Murid 1 Sukan, whole Malaysia every school will be having the senam robik thingy on Tuesday 8am.
Not bad, found it quite fun and enjoy doing it. XD

Went to Jusco to meet my friends, and also I want my notes back =.=
She took my Chemistry notes!!! XD

Then, wanted to post my letter to my penpal  :3

Writing letter? I'm still writing letter.
Don't know why but I have these special feelings, I like to write letter compared to emails, sms, or maybe through messenger.

erm.... I think that's all for today,
focus on studies.
Gambateh everyone!!! :D

好久好久好久没上来。
我亲爱的部落格我回来了。^^

 我实在太懒了。
Blog 就给它简简单单好了。
最近爱上了粉红色，有种温暖的感觉。~~~~

音乐迟点再换。。。。。。。

筆友

心情有好轉了~~~ 哈哈 ^^
剛剛在一個交筆友網站註冊了.
希望能交到一些外國朋友.
日本朋友是最好的了~~~ 啊哈哈哈

好興奮呢 ^^

希望快快有來信~~~~
期待期待~~~~

啊啊啊 ^^

開心開心.
希望成真 哈哈. 上一個帖寫希望下個帖是開心的.
現在真的是開心 ^^

好多 ^^ 啊.
哈哈

説好要上網打部落格的.....
心情不好..... 可能是阿姨媽要來了吧?.....
很容易發脾氣......
很想把自己一直関在房間裏, 什麽都不想做, 靜靜地躺在床上.......

今天上了上 facebook.
見到很多朋友的 update.
大家都忙自己的.
有些朋友的成就滿好的.

有的已經讀學院了,
有的出國留學了,
有的已經開始做工賺錢,
有一個還同時出書及儅模特兒, 算是名人了.

看著自己一事無成,
還真有點難過的.

還有還有,
很多身邊的朋友有情侶了.

還有,
有一個跟很多韓國外國朋友交了筆友.

......

~~~~~~

希望下個寫的帖是開心的 :)

20/12/2011

考完 SPM 有 20 多天了。
哈哈，
之前的计划好像一个都还没实行。
做 part time job 的，就肯定没了。
爸妈要我留在家。

然后呢，
学日文，练钢琴，学画画。
没心情。

反而，用这段假期的时间学了点厨艺。
制蛋糕啦，饼干啦，
煎 pancakes 啦~~~

呃，
前几天 bake 了两个巧克力蛋糕。
是我人生中第二次自己 bake 的！！没人帮 :D
用三年前的巧克力煮的。啊哈哈哈 （ 第一次的时候用剩的 ）
还没过期！！ exp date 是 31/12/2011
第一次嘛做得蛮成功的，因为是那一天。
他还说好吃呢。

不过，第二次也不错哦！！
有跟着书做啦。
迟点放上来。
电脑好像有点坏坏d。

detect 不到 usb 叻。

接着，
减肥！！！！
一直都很想减的了。
体重重得不得了！！！

中三那年爆肥。

也许是开始有吃早餐的习惯了？
考试压力？
还是受到打击？

想当年，
我最瘦最美的时期是小学二年级的时候。脸没暗疮，滑滑的，皮肤白白没晒黑。哈哈。

为什么！！！

为什么现在变成个又丑又满脸暗疮的大肥婆！！？？~~~
每次对着镜子骂自己是死肥婆的时候，
我妈就对我说：“是因为你不听话”。。。。。。。。 ==

“知道了。”

现在我的目标是减肥成功。
45 kg です～～～
行哦？
一定可以的！！！
天下无难事，只怕有心人。
加油啊！！！！！
恐龙减肥！！！！！

还有。
阿爸吩咐的工还没赶完。
得快快完成，
so that 可以问下是否能跟朋友去玩。 :)

现在是 早上 00:50 分。
很早啊，
睡觉去了。
晚安
お休みなさい～～　♥