The Big Red-Letter Day---School Drama Competition Day
Finally,the day comes in just a twinkling of an eye.Our drama competition day has come--12.11.2009.We have waited this day for long after times of practices which we sacrificed our time,energy and many.At the begining,we all just seemed to be spiritless to start it off,but our director just non-stop pushing us to do it.Fine,we all were surrender to her strong will,just had to abide by her sayings and all her instructions with no other objections.Day by day,we merely used a week's time to prepare oursleves for the big show.For me,this is the first time to take part in English's drama competition,nervous,excited and uneasy feelings I could feel in the progression of practising for my role in that show.Surprisingly,I found it very fun and had a whale of time with my classmates for our practices during the school's time.We gave advices to each other in order to vamp each person's minor error in performing the show.I realised that our bond was fostered up even more tightly,laugther filled the whole class's atmosphere.It's quite warm when we start to know our friends more,not just saying hi when we meet or pass by.This is totally different.
Today,12.11.2009,our big day has come.It's time for us to show to the audience of what we had prepared.There are a total of five classes taking part in it,including our class--6RU.When our's turn to go,we set up all the things promptly,and dress up in our own costume meticulously.The show started with the sweet greetings from our narrator.All the things went very well and smooth,I was greatly satisfied.At that moment I knew that we would win it.The very moment came,everybody held theri breath to listen to the speaker when he wanted to announced to winner.The winner is,6RU !!
Applause could be heard from all the audience upon the name was spoken out.We won !! We won !! This really showed our good teamwork of making the show,I had no other words to say,just pleased for that moment.It was indeed a very sweet memory,our drama's name was The Museum of Memories which our memories were too kept inside it.
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Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Why does women cry by tan mei yi
A little boy asked his mother 'Why are you crying？ '
一個男孩問他的媽媽：『你為甚麼要哭呢？』
'Because I'm a woman,' she told him.
媽媽說：『因為我是女人啊。』
'I don't understand,' he said.
男孩說：『我不懂。』
His mum just hugged him and said, 'And you never will'
他媽媽抱起他說：『你永遠不會懂得。』
Later the little boy asked his father,
'Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?'
後來小男孩就問他爸爸：『媽媽為甚麼毫無理由的哭呢？』
'All women cry for no reason,' was all his dad could say.
『所有女人都這樣。』他爸爸回答。
The little boy grew up and became a man,
still wondering why women cry.
小男孩長成了一個男人，但仍舊不懂女人為甚麼哭泣。
Finally he put in a call to God;
and when God got on the phone,
he asked, 'God, why do women cry so! easily?'
最後，他打電話給上帝；當上帝拿起電話時，
他問道：『上帝，女人為甚麼那麼容易哭泣呢？』
God said: 'When I made the woman she had to be special.
I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world;
yet, gentle enough to give comfort'
上帝回答說：
『當我創造女人時，讓她很特別。
我使她的肩膀能挑起整個世界的重擔；並且，又柔情似水。』
'I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth
and the rejection that many times comes from her children'
『我讓她的內心很堅強，
能夠承受分娩的痛苦和忍受自己孩子多次的拒絕。』
'I gave her a hardness that allows
her to keep going when everyone else gives up,
and take care of her family through sickness
and fatigue without complaining '
『我賦予她耐心，使她在別人放棄的時候繼續堅持，
並且無怨無悔的照顧自己的家人，渡過疾病和疲勞。』
'I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any
and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly'
『我賦予她在任何情況下，都會愛孩子的感情，
即使她的孩子傷害了她。』
'I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults
and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart'
『我賦予她包容她丈夫過錯的堅強
和用他的勒骨塑成她來保護他的心。』
'I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife,
but sometimes tests her strengths
and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly'
『我賦予她智慧，讓她知道一個好丈夫是絕不會傷害他的妻子的，
但有時我也會考驗她支持自己丈夫的決心和堅強。』
'And finally, I gave her a tear to shed.
This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed.'
『最後，我讓她可以流淚。只要她願意。這是她所獨有的。』
'You see: The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears,
the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.'!
『你看，女人的漂亮不是因為她穿的衣服、
她保持的體型或者她梳頭的方式。』
'The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes,
because that is the doorway to her heart
* the place where love resides.'
『女人的漂亮，必須從她的眼睛中去看，
因為那是她心靈的窗戶和愛居住的地方。』
Please send this to all the beautiful women
you know today in celebration of Women's History Month.
If you do, something good will happen.
You will boost another woman's self-esteem!
請把這篇文章傳給你認識的漂亮的女人。
如果你做了的話，將會發生一些美妙的事情，
你能夠提高她們的自尊心。
Every Woman is Beautiful.
每一個女人都漂亮
一個男孩問他的媽媽：『你為甚麼要哭呢？』
'Because I'm a woman,' she told him.
媽媽說：『因為我是女人啊。』
'I don't understand,' he said.
男孩說：『我不懂。』
His mum just hugged him and said, 'And you never will'
他媽媽抱起他說：『你永遠不會懂得。』
Later the little boy asked his father,
'Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?'
後來小男孩就問他爸爸：『媽媽為甚麼毫無理由的哭呢？』
'All women cry for no reason,' was all his dad could say.
『所有女人都這樣。』他爸爸回答。
The little boy grew up and became a man,
still wondering why women cry.
小男孩長成了一個男人，但仍舊不懂女人為甚麼哭泣。
Finally he put in a call to God;
and when God got on the phone,
he asked, 'God, why do women cry so! easily?'
最後，他打電話給上帝；當上帝拿起電話時，
他問道：『上帝，女人為甚麼那麼容易哭泣呢？』
God said: 'When I made the woman she had to be special.
I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world;
yet, gentle enough to give comfort'
上帝回答說：
『當我創造女人時，讓她很特別。
我使她的肩膀能挑起整個世界的重擔；並且，又柔情似水。』
'I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth
and the rejection that many times comes from her children'
『我讓她的內心很堅強，
能夠承受分娩的痛苦和忍受自己孩子多次的拒絕。』
'I gave her a hardness that allows
her to keep going when everyone else gives up,
and take care of her family through sickness
and fatigue without complaining '
『我賦予她耐心，使她在別人放棄的時候繼續堅持，
並且無怨無悔的照顧自己的家人，渡過疾病和疲勞。』
'I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any
and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly'
『我賦予她在任何情況下，都會愛孩子的感情，
即使她的孩子傷害了她。』
'I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults
and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart'
『我賦予她包容她丈夫過錯的堅強
和用他的勒骨塑成她來保護他的心。』
'I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife,
but sometimes tests her strengths
and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly'
『我賦予她智慧，讓她知道一個好丈夫是絕不會傷害他的妻子的，
但有時我也會考驗她支持自己丈夫的決心和堅強。』
'And finally, I gave her a tear to shed.
This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed.'
『最後，我讓她可以流淚。只要她願意。這是她所獨有的。』
'You see: The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears,
the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.'!
『你看，女人的漂亮不是因為她穿的衣服、
她保持的體型或者她梳頭的方式。』
'The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes,
because that is the doorway to her heart
* the place where love resides.'
『女人的漂亮，必須從她的眼睛中去看，
因為那是她心靈的窗戶和愛居住的地方。』
Please send this to all the beautiful women
you know today in celebration of Women's History Month.
If you do, something good will happen.
You will boost another woman's self-esteem!
請把這篇文章傳給你認識的漂亮的女人。
如果你做了的話，將會發生一些美妙的事情，
你能夠提高她們的自尊心。
Every Woman is Beautiful.
每一個女人都漂亮
I LOVE YOU written by TAN MEI YI
SCENE 1:
Helen went to one of the among branded jeweler shop. She was calm and smiled.
Her mother asked the worker for bringing the most expensive necklace . Helen wore it. She smiled,
seem that she was satisfying the necklace. In fact , her fingers was rubbing together violently below the table. At the same time, she remembered again the event a week ago happened ……..
Data:: Helen’s husband , Jack .He was died for a week.
The cause of death was Jack fell down from upstair accidentally , too late for giving a
treatment caused him big loss of blood.
She smiled again, rubbed against her fingers.
Scene 2:http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif
Two young police, Elene and Paul, they came to Helen’s house for her husband case.
They asked a lot of question about the happening of accident. Helen said that , when she discovered her husband was lying on the floor , she called up the ambulance sent Jack to the hospital.
“ You are telling a lie now!” said Paul indignantly.
“No.” said Helen solemnly.
“Well, we have do some investigation and find that the person who dial up the ambulance call is your mom, not you. Besides, the most important thing is why you delayed the time to send your husband to the hospital. The doctor who was in charge of your husband said that the exact time your husband injured was at10 o’clock . But you husband sent to the hospital at 12 o’clock. ” said the Paul.
“What had you done during these two hours? Said Elene
“ Are you planning to kill your husband ?” said Paul
“NOooooo!!!!”
“ It ‘s not the true.!” Said Helen. Her voices became small and smaller. However, she smiled . Again, her fingers rubbed together .
SCENE 3: Next morning
“ Mr. Jack , where are you now?”
“ Why you didn’t come back these days? I am missing you.”
“ You had promised me that you will back to our home, open the front door and see your lovely wife.” Said Helen weakly.
YOU ARE KILLING YOUR HUSBAND. YOU ARE THE MURDERER!
The idea flashed in Helen’s mind.
“Oh! It is not like that! Mr. Jack , where are you? You had promised me that you will help to solve any problem for me!”
“Jack!!!”
Helen was drunk now. She felt so anguish and fidgety. She looked at her wedding picture. Mr.Jack was beside her. But now, she was confused. She don’t know which one is the truth.
“ Yup, mom will know. She will know. “ Helen thought that
She called her mom immediately.
DOT DOT… Helen’s mom was convinced her not be so stressful and dippy. “ You shouldn’t remember the past ,now, you must be live happily. Try to go for a short journey, it will help you to relax your mind.” said her mom.
The call ended up.
SCENE 4: evening
Elene, the police woman, made an appointment with Helen’s mom. She wanted to ask again that night of Mr. Jack death.
“ Auntie, sorry for wasting your precious time. Today, I am coming to ask you a few questions.
First of all, during that night, why the person to make an ambulance call was you but no your daughter. Next, the difference of ages between your daughter and your daughter-in-law is 30 years. Your daughter, Helen is 23 years old. Meanwhile, Mr.Jack was 53 years old. Is that all you and your daughter scheme to kill Mr.Jack in order to get his properties?” asked Elene.
“All right. I will tell everything that you desire to know.” Said Helen’s mom.
REFRESH AGAIN
Helen was a doleful girl. She got a peculiar disease, Autism. She had been a quiet and obedient girl. However, her disease made her to be isolated by classmates since she was a child. Even when she was graduated from university and worked in a company , she still a lonely person. She worked hard in her job but didn’t get the welcoming from her colleagues. They thought that she was hypocrite girl. All of them were misunderstanding Helen.
People who got the autism will suffer a lot. They cannot control their face expression. Even the time they are sad . depressed , worried , their face still maintain the expression like the usual one. For Helen’s case , she smiled every moment.
UNTIL one day, Helen met Mr.Jack , her husband. He was a good fellow, which helped her without any rewards. Slowly , they were falling in love with each other. Mr. Jack liked this girl. In front of Helen, he needn’t to pretend as anyone else. He was himself, a true Jack.
Helen , don’t know why, she would be a very shy and coy girl when she met with Mr.Jack. Mr.Jack was helping Helen to solve many problems. He acted as her real friend too. He would never force Helen to do the thing she didn’t like. He respected her.
“Helen , you shouldn’t mind what the gossips are talking about. I love you even though I am 30 years older than you.”
“Well, you can call me whatever you like. We are special. If you like to call me Mr.Jack. Then , you just call me like that.”
“I will be your personal manager who in charge of your problems. You needn’t to worry anything. I am the pill to heal your wound.
They sat on the swing.
“ Helen , I promise you. I will use all my strength to protect you in a span time of 30 years. ” said Jack.
“ After 30 years, you will not protect me anymore?” asked Helen.
“HEhe… I think that time, I will be a dark angel , who can look for you and protect you.”said Jack
“ Why is dark angel , not white?” asked Helen.
“ White angel has no enough power to protect you but dark angel can. He can borrow the power from demon if he lack of energy. Hehe…” reply Jack
“I see. ” Helen smiled
“ Helen , if I can’t be the angel, then I will be a soul .I will wait for you at the front door until you back to home…If not, I will slip into our room and see my lovely wife.” Jack pledged to his wife.
Helen laid her head on his shoulder. She smiled , which responded proportionally to her heart.
SCENE 5: Back to Helen’s mom
“ The time Mr .Jack fell down , Helen was beside him. She was scared, she don’t know how to cope up with this. What she done was mopping the blood on the floor, lying down beside Mr Jack and murmuring. After that , she was realized a bit and called me.
“ Now , do you understand that Helen willn’t be the murderer of Jack. She loved him .She is so relying on him. It is so anguish to Helen which lost her husband. So please, don’t hurt Helen any more. Take back all your fulsome words on Helen.” Said Helen’s mom angrily.
“I know what I should do now. Sorry if I have irritating you just now.” Said Elene
SCENE 6: living room
Helen sat on the sofa. She grasped the wedding frame, looked at the front door. She was crying.
“ You cheat me!!! You said that you will come back and see me!”
“Where are you ? Mr Jack……”
“NO!! I am not the murderer! No…”
“ Jack , am I kill me? You promise me … that you will solve problems for me. Why you don’t appear now? ’”
Helen was crying .For the first time , she know how to cry .But it is too late, too late already…
SCENE 7: Helen’s room
Paul and Elene were on the way to go to Helen’s house. They wanted to apologize to Helen for misunderstanding her. While they opened the door, Helen was lying on the floor. Sleeping pills were spreading all over the table. IT was too lateee…..
Maybe now , they are looking at the sunset together. They will not be separated again.
Helen went to one of the among branded jeweler shop. She was calm and smiled.
Her mother asked the worker for bringing the most expensive necklace . Helen wore it. She smiled,
seem that she was satisfying the necklace. In fact , her fingers was rubbing together violently below the table. At the same time, she remembered again the event a week ago happened ……..
Data:: Helen’s husband , Jack .He was died for a week.
The cause of death was Jack fell down from upstair accidentally , too late for giving a
treatment caused him big loss of blood.
She smiled again, rubbed against her fingers.
Scene 2:http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif
Two young police, Elene and Paul, they came to Helen’s house for her husband case.
They asked a lot of question about the happening of accident. Helen said that , when she discovered her husband was lying on the floor , she called up the ambulance sent Jack to the hospital.
“ You are telling a lie now!” said Paul indignantly.
“No.” said Helen solemnly.
“Well, we have do some investigation and find that the person who dial up the ambulance call is your mom, not you. Besides, the most important thing is why you delayed the time to send your husband to the hospital. The doctor who was in charge of your husband said that the exact time your husband injured was at10 o’clock . But you husband sent to the hospital at 12 o’clock. ” said the Paul.
“What had you done during these two hours? Said Elene
“ Are you planning to kill your husband ?” said Paul
“NOooooo!!!!”
“ It ‘s not the true.!” Said Helen. Her voices became small and smaller. However, she smiled . Again, her fingers rubbed together .
SCENE 3: Next morning
“ Mr. Jack , where are you now?”
“ Why you didn’t come back these days? I am missing you.”
“ You had promised me that you will back to our home, open the front door and see your lovely wife.” Said Helen weakly.
YOU ARE KILLING YOUR HUSBAND. YOU ARE THE MURDERER!
The idea flashed in Helen’s mind.
“Oh! It is not like that! Mr. Jack , where are you? You had promised me that you will help to solve any problem for me!”
“Jack!!!”
Helen was drunk now. She felt so anguish and fidgety. She looked at her wedding picture. Mr.Jack was beside her. But now, she was confused. She don’t know which one is the truth.
“ Yup, mom will know. She will know. “ Helen thought that
She called her mom immediately.
DOT DOT… Helen’s mom was convinced her not be so stressful and dippy. “ You shouldn’t remember the past ,now, you must be live happily. Try to go for a short journey, it will help you to relax your mind.” said her mom.
The call ended up.
SCENE 4: evening
Elene, the police woman, made an appointment with Helen’s mom. She wanted to ask again that night of Mr. Jack death.
“ Auntie, sorry for wasting your precious time. Today, I am coming to ask you a few questions.
First of all, during that night, why the person to make an ambulance call was you but no your daughter. Next, the difference of ages between your daughter and your daughter-in-law is 30 years. Your daughter, Helen is 23 years old. Meanwhile, Mr.Jack was 53 years old. Is that all you and your daughter scheme to kill Mr.Jack in order to get his properties?” asked Elene.
“All right. I will tell everything that you desire to know.” Said Helen’s mom.
REFRESH AGAIN
Helen was a doleful girl. She got a peculiar disease, Autism. She had been a quiet and obedient girl. However, her disease made her to be isolated by classmates since she was a child. Even when she was graduated from university and worked in a company , she still a lonely person. She worked hard in her job but didn’t get the welcoming from her colleagues. They thought that she was hypocrite girl. All of them were misunderstanding Helen.
People who got the autism will suffer a lot. They cannot control their face expression. Even the time they are sad . depressed , worried , their face still maintain the expression like the usual one. For Helen’s case , she smiled every moment.
UNTIL one day, Helen met Mr.Jack , her husband. He was a good fellow, which helped her without any rewards. Slowly , they were falling in love with each other. Mr. Jack liked this girl. In front of Helen, he needn’t to pretend as anyone else. He was himself, a true Jack.
Helen , don’t know why, she would be a very shy and coy girl when she met with Mr.Jack. Mr.Jack was helping Helen to solve many problems. He acted as her real friend too. He would never force Helen to do the thing she didn’t like. He respected her.
“Helen , you shouldn’t mind what the gossips are talking about. I love you even though I am 30 years older than you.”
“Well, you can call me whatever you like. We are special. If you like to call me Mr.Jack. Then , you just call me like that.”
“I will be your personal manager who in charge of your problems. You needn’t to worry anything. I am the pill to heal your wound.
They sat on the swing.
“ Helen , I promise you. I will use all my strength to protect you in a span time of 30 years. ” said Jack.
“ After 30 years, you will not protect me anymore?” asked Helen.
“HEhe… I think that time, I will be a dark angel , who can look for you and protect you.”said Jack
“ Why is dark angel , not white?” asked Helen.
“ White angel has no enough power to protect you but dark angel can. He can borrow the power from demon if he lack of energy. Hehe…” reply Jack
“I see. ” Helen smiled
“ Helen , if I can’t be the angel, then I will be a soul .I will wait for you at the front door until you back to home…If not, I will slip into our room and see my lovely wife.” Jack pledged to his wife.
Helen laid her head on his shoulder. She smiled , which responded proportionally to her heart.
SCENE 5: Back to Helen’s mom
“ The time Mr .Jack fell down , Helen was beside him. She was scared, she don’t know how to cope up with this. What she done was mopping the blood on the floor, lying down beside Mr Jack and murmuring. After that , she was realized a bit and called me.
“ Now , do you understand that Helen willn’t be the murderer of Jack. She loved him .She is so relying on him. It is so anguish to Helen which lost her husband. So please, don’t hurt Helen any more. Take back all your fulsome words on Helen.” Said Helen’s mom angrily.
“I know what I should do now. Sorry if I have irritating you just now.” Said Elene
SCENE 6: living room
Helen sat on the sofa. She grasped the wedding frame, looked at the front door. She was crying.
“ You cheat me!!! You said that you will come back and see me!”
“Where are you ? Mr Jack……”
“NO!! I am not the murderer! No…”
“ Jack , am I kill me? You promise me … that you will solve problems for me. Why you don’t appear now? ’”
Helen was crying .For the first time , she know how to cry .But it is too late, too late already…
SCENE 7: Helen’s room
Paul and Elene were on the way to go to Helen’s house. They wanted to apologize to Helen for misunderstanding her. While they opened the door, Helen was lying on the floor. Sleeping pills were spreading all over the table. IT was too lateee…..
Maybe now , they are looking at the sunset together. They will not be separated again.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
MOONCAKE FESTIVAL by meiyi
THE STORY OF MOONCAKE FESTIVAL
Long long ago, there were 10 suns on the sky. They burnt all the plants on the earth. People were dying.
One day, a hero whose name was Hou Yi used his bow and arrows to shoot down nine of them. All the people on the earth were saved.
One day, the queen of heaven gave Hou Yi a bottle elixir which could make Hou Yi become an immortal but the elixir was only efficacious for one person. Hou Yi did want to become an immortal but he wanted to stay with her beautiful wife Chang'e more, so he didn't drink the elixir and asked his wife Chang'e to keep it for him.
Hou Yi was becoming more and more famous after he shot down the nine suns and more and more men wanted Hou Yi to be their master. Most of them were accepted by Hou Yi.
Not every student of Hou Yi had good morality. Feng Meng, one of his students, wanted to seize his elixir. One day, Hou Yi went hunting with his students but Feng Meng pretended to be ill and stay at home. When making sure Hou Yi had gone he went to Hou Yi's house and tried to force Chang'e to give him the elixir. Chang'e knew she couldn't defeat Feng Meng so she drank the elixir immediately. The elixir made her become an immortal and fly higher and higher. Finally, she stopped on the moon.
From then on, people often pray Chang'e for fortune and safety. Especially on the Mid-Autumn Festival they prepared lots of foods for Chang'e.
This traditional Chinese festival has been celebrating until now .
Sunday, October 4, 2009
THE GREATEST LOVE OF ALL
Written by: Gordon Soo Chien Phang
Have you ever wondered when was the last time you kissed your mother and told her you love her? How many times have we offered to help our mother in the kitchen and how many times have we been talking on the phone with friends and turned a deft ear to our father who was just asking for a glass of water?
I bet most of us have not sit down and chat with our parents for a long time. We spent lots of time on our studies, computer games and on the phone but can we spend a little bit of our time for our parents as well?
As children, do we really understand how much our parents have scarified in order to bring us up? How worried are they when we have fallen sick?
Are you asking me why is it so important to treasure the time spent with our parents? The answer is simply because our parent’s love to us is always the greatest love of all. Read on…
15th August 2007.
In the hospital, it was an emergency mode when Cindy was placed in a wheel chair and pushed to the CPU for nose bleeding. The staff nurses were rushing in to help as Cindy was struggling and yelling to go home. “I don’t want to stay in the hospital, mum. I want to go home.”
“We will go home as soon as you recovered, Cindy. I promised,” Hot tears steamed down Mrs. Stanley’s cheeks as she tried to comfort her sick daughter and continued, “Where is the doctor? Why is he not coming yet?”
One of the nurses pulled out some tissues stuffed into Cindy’s nose and said, “Stay calm; the nosebleed is probably not serious, Mrs. Stanley. So don’t worry! And please don’t stuff tissues into her nose anymore. It won’t work!”
Mrs. Stanley wiped off tears with her fingertips and snapped, “I have done all I possibly knew trying to stop it but the bleeding just wouldn’t stop.”
Blood strains were all over Cindy’s cheeks and her nose started to bleed seriously again. Cindy cried and hot tears steamed down her swollen eyes and wet her cheeks, creating a mixture of tears and blood strains all over her face.
She murmured under a pair of quivering lips, “Please help me, mum!”
Mrs. Stanley placed her palm on Cindy’s sweaty palm, brushed back hairs from her temple and uttered, “you are going to be fine, Cindy. Be calm! ”
Cindy tightened her grips and cried as blood kept flowing out of her nostril uncontrollably, “I am scared, mum.”
Mrs. Stanley replied desperately, “God will be with us, Cindy! God be with us.”
The chief nurse stepped in and said, “Ok, Mrs. Stanley, firmly pinch on the soft part of her nose with your fingers and keep the pressure on for a full 10 minutes. And this is what you should do every time she has a nose bleeding. Ok?”
After the chief nurse instructed Mrs. Stanley what to do, she shifted her gaze to the nurses and continued, “Ok, Sheila, go and get Doctor Rodney, now. Go!”
She paused and continued, “You, Julie, go and get the cold compress. Hurried,”
About 15 minutes later, the bleeding was controlled and Cindy was lying on the bed, very weak and pale. Dr. Rodney arrived shortly and examined her.
With a serious look spreads across his face, Dr. Rodney asked, “Ok, What’s her blood pressure, Judy?”
Judy quickly answered, “It’s 90/50.”
After examining Cindy, Dr. Rodney shook his head and said, “Prepare for a blood transfusion, Judy. It’s an A Minus group.”
Without any more time wasted, the nurses were on their way preparing a blood transfusion for Cindy and took out bags of blood from the blood bank that belongs to A Minus group, which was very rare. After the blood transfusion, Mrs. Stanley visited Dr. Rodney in his room, the doctor in charge of Cindy’s sickness, and they were discussing about the condition of Cindy.
Dr. Rodney was reading some reports while Mrs. Stanley started up the conversation by asking, “Dr. Rodney how is the condition of my daughter?”
Dr. Rodney took off his spectacles, looked up at Mrs. Stanley disappointedly and replied, “Ok, Mrs. Stanley, I have gone through some check-up with Cindy and I must confess that I do not see any improvement in her condition. I have explained to you earlier that the stem cells in her bone marrow were malfunctioning, producing an excessive numbers of defective or immature blood cells or low blood cell counts. We have diagnosed it and called it Leukemia.”
Mrs. Stanley snapped in desperately, “I knew that, doctor. You told me that before and you don’t have to repeat that to me again.”
She paused and asked again in amusement, “Well, I think we have filled in the application for bone marrow donation quite some times ago, right?”
Dr. Rodney took out a file from the aluminum cabinet, fumbled over the pages and replied, “About 2 years ago. But until today we still haven’t receive any donor yet. It’s rather difficult to find somebody with the type of bone marrow compatible to your daughter.”
Mrs. Stanley pressed firmly on her throat trying to adjust her tone and replied, “Dr. Rodney, You see… my husband and I had a little saving said about
RM10, 000, when he was still alive and I am thinking maybe we could use the money to get somebody to donate bone marrow to my daughter. And if it is not enough, I can find another job to pay up the extra. What do you think?”
Dr. Rodney gestured with his hand and replied seriously, “It’s not a matter of money, Mrs. Stanley, as I have mentioned earlier, this is a government hospital and we don’t need you to pay so much money for a bone marrow transplant but we do needed somebody whose bone marrow are suitable to your daughter and are willing to donate. You got what I mean?”
Feeling desperate with the answer she received, Mrs. Stanley replied, “But we have been waited for too long and I am afraid Cindy couldn’t wait any longer. You knew her condition, doctor. She is getting weaker each day and those blood transfusions scare her.”
Dr. Rodney tried to calm her with some words of comfort and said, “Don’t worry Mrs. Stanley. We will try our best and will inform you right away as soon as we have the right person walking into the hospital. I promise.”
Mrs. Stanley got up from her seat, slowly walked to the door and asked, “From what you have judge on her condition today, how long do you think she could possibly live?
Dr. Rodney shook his head slowly and replied, “I can’t tell you exactly how long she could live”. A disappointed look spread across Dr. Rodney’s face as he paused to massage the back of his neck where pain started to form and continued in a low tone, “Maybe 3 months or more but.”
Mrs. Stanley raised her hand to stop him from continuing and said politely, “Thank you doctor. That’s enough!”
Dr. Rodney continued anyway and said, “The most important thing to do now is you have to make sure she has enough rest.”
Mrs. Stanley opened the door and before she stepped out of the room, she uttered, “Have mercy on her, doctor and thanks for everything you did for her today.”
20th August 2007
In front of Cindy’s house, grasses that were frosted by the early morning dew were long and were not well taken care off as it had almost covered up a bed of yellow tulips that grew along the walkway leading to Cindy’s cottage. The paint on the wall faded out and it was dark inside the house as if the house had been left vacant for a long time.
Cindy got up from her bed and walked slowly towards the closet. She selected a beautiful dress and took it out of the closet together with the hanger. Cindy walked calmly to the mirror, took out a lipstick from the drawer and started brushing her pale lips.
She paused at the image in the mirror and her once sparkling dark brown eyes were now glimmered with hot tears steaming down her cheeks that gleamed like crystals. She saw nothing but a skinny, pale and lifeless gal brushing cherry red lipstick onto cracking lips in front of that cruel mirror, which always revealed the true image of a person. She was shivering, hurting badly and fallen apart and she couldn’t accept what she saw in the mirror.
She shook her head, turned to her mother and cried, “Mum, tell me frankly, what did the doctor told you the other day...” Cindy paused and her face dropped and continued, “What is the sickness that’s bothering me?”
Mrs. Stanley paused for a long time and decided that even though it was painful; Cindy had the right to know what was happening to her. Hesitated for awhile, Mrs. Stanley broke the unbearable silence and replied in a low voice, “Leukemia, child but your condition is not serious. We are just waiting for someone to donate the same type of bone marrow to you and…”
Mrs. Stanley paused as she was out of words to comfort her lovely daughter and decided to tell a lie to make thing sounds a little easier and said, “Dr. Rodney told me that you are going to get one very soon.”
With her eyes still closed, Cindy forced out a smile full of sadness, bite her upper lips and continued in a sad tone, “Leukemia, huh? Will I die?”
It was a question, Mrs. Stanley was afraid to answer. In fact, it was a question, all human beings were afraid to face and it wasn’t easy dealing with issue concerning with life and death. Mrs. Stanley replied hesitantly, “Well, ah….Trust me honey. I believe you will be alright. ”
“You believe huh?” Tears flew down from Cindy’s lovely sparkling eyes and that make her looked even paler than ever.
Mrs. Stanley walked towards Cindy and embraced her; burying Cindy’s head on her shoulders and wrapping an arm tightly around her waist with the other arm patting her on the back to comfort, “Don’t cry honey, you will live like all other kids do and no matter what happens, you are not going to die, my child!” Her quivering voice was laced with pain and tears that flew down her cheeks were bitter.
Cindy brushed off tears from her mother’s cheeks, tightened her embracement and uttered softly into her mother’s ear, “I love you mum and I always do!”
Mrs. Stanley had prepared for the worst but would like to make full use of the time Cindy had left to make her happy. At least to spend some happy moments together before Leukemia ended her lovely daughter’s life. They did spend some happy moments together and the house that was once cold and silence was filled with laughter again but good times never last long and reality is always cruel.
17th December 2007
Outside the hospital, nurses were waiting anxiously and Cindy was once again sent to the emergency ward as soon as the ambulance arrived. Dr. Rodney was putting wires and poking needles all over her body. The machine believed to be checking her heartbeat was drumming out loud and clear, and that annoyed Cindy.
Cindy was too weak to open her eyes and her nose bleed terribly but she could listen vividly to all the whispers by the nurses and doctor who were attending her. Cindy had a feeling that wasn’t good. “Oh! No. I am not going to die here. What would happen to mum if I die?” She was in a trauma and began to imagine things and yes, really bad things.
She tried to fight back her traumatic imagination and exclaimed to herself “I will be alright, the doctor’s here anyway. I have to go on living for the sake of mum.”
She thought only by exclaiming positively she had a chance to live, at least that was what the teachers had taught her in school to be positive but deep down inside her heart, she knew it wasn’t the case this time because she was spinning. Yes, spinning and spinning like a merry-go-round. “I am falling; I am falling, Help me, Mum!”
Cindy was scared and she felt that she was losing her consciousness gradually and would collapse again anytime. “No, I must not close my eyes and have to keep myself awake! Yes, this is what that had been shown on TV all the time or have I read it from a book or somewhere? Anyway, I will be alright!”
Cindy was getting weaker and her eyes grew dimmer. Blood strains were all over Cindy’s gown and her nose bleed seriously again. She could hear someone shouting, “We will have to stop the bleeding immediately.”
The sound of her heartbeat drummed on the machine was getting softer and her blood pressure dropped. Cindy could feel consciousness slipping away from her slowly and gradually as she tried very hard to fight back and grabbed whatever life that has left for her. Dr. Rodney pummeled her chest with certain devices and it was really hard. Her body bounced up and fell back, bounced up again higher this time and fell back stronger.
Pummeled again and again… and the lights in the operation room were off and the door closed as the curtain fell! The night faded away…
25th December 2007
The weather was getting dark and a couple of brownish-grey squirrels were leaping from trees to trees with some chasing each other playfully and running across the driveway. Christmas song and laughter could be heard from afar and yes, it was Christmas!
In an isolated room at the top floor of the old Shanghai Methodist Hospital, Cindy laid motionlessly, wasting away her life bit by bit in a coma. It was Thursday now and Cindy had been in a coma for more than a week. Dr. Rodney had made himself clear at the beginning that Cindy could not live if she couldn’t regain consciousness in a few more days. She can only be in a coma for about 2 weeks before a brain damage evolve. All that has to be done had been done and now Dr. Rodney said that he could do no more for her except to ease the few days that remained for Cindy.
In a conversation between Dr. Rodney and Mrs. Stanley, did Dr. Rodney say, “You will have to decide whether to keep your daughter on a machine or pull the plug and prepare for the funeral?”
The doctor might not have said such nasty thing. Not on Christmas anyway but even if he did say that, Mrs. Stanley would hasten to agree on either of them and would not believe him at all. She was confident that doctors were not infallible. Anyhow, deep down inside her heart, she knew this one was serious and threatening, for she saw life and health slipping away from her lovely daughter day by day.
Mrs. Stanley, being a Christian did everything she could possibly do to save her daughter’s life and at time, with the advice of certain superstitious friends, she even goes against her own religion and went to visit a medium who had given her some water, believed to be holy water for the amount of RM5, which she believed at last resource to be able to save Cindy’s life.
Cindy was unconscious and she swallowed it as she would swallow everything her mother brought to her. Poor little Cindy! At this critical moment, Mrs. Stanley had nothing to buoy her up or to fight science with except to offer her lovely daughter some holy water she got it for RM5. She found out later that it didn’t work that way and she couldn’t accept the reality and collapsed.
Somehow, Mrs. Stanley never gave up! Sitting on the bed where Cindy laid motionlessly, she prayed quietly and in her mind she asked herself,
”Did not the preacher at the Mission Home say: "Ask, and ye shall receive?" and had she not asked and asked again for the life of her child, her last and only one, at the hands of Him whom she worshipped?”
No, Cindy was not going to die in a coma. What she needed was country air and a place to run about. She had been housed up in this small room too much; the air condition was too cold and the smell of antiseptic was too strong for her, and that was what made her so pinched and thin and weak. She must have air, and she should have it.
“I will discharge you tomorrow and bring you back to our home sweet home, Cindy. I will send Elaine from across the hall to take care of you while I was at work. Then you will be alright! Everything is well planned”
Cindy had closed her eyes, too weak even to listen. So her mother kissed her little thin forehead and tiptoed out of the room.
Mrs. Stanley had so far spurred her faith that if she went out to the night market on Wednesday, she promised to bring Cindy something good for her dinner, a pair of Nike shoes against the time of her going out, and also a Prospeed badminton racket for Christmas that she had been asking for all the time. She never expected things to turn up this way and that her lovely Cindy had to be in a Coma on Christmas.
Anyway, she brought the pair of shoes and the racket home that evening after leaving the hospital and exclaimed to herself. “Cindy would be delight to see all the goodies she dreamed to have when she woke up from the coma”.
On thought of Cindy waking up from the coma, Mrs. Stanley smiled. She was tired for she had not been sleeping well for the past 10 days and before she could open the door to her house, the phone rang.
Her heart dropped instantly and a sudden change of expression printed in her face. Her eyebrows and lips were in parallel lines on her face and a serious look had now replaced the smile she was wearing few seconds ago.
Mrs. Stanley knew instantly, it was a phone call she wasn’t prepared to answer. The time she always feared had finally arrived and she didn’t know it came so soon. As she rushed into the house, her sister, Elaine had answered the phone. Slowly, Elaine covered the receiver with her palm, shifted her gaze to Mrs. Stanley and said in a low tone, “It’s from the hospital.”
Mrs. Stanley walked numbly towards the phone. Elaine slowly passed her the receiver and she grabbed it, held it for a few seconds, exchanged glance with Elaine and lifted up the receiver to her ear and said, “Mrs. Stanley speaking.” She spoke for about a minute and ended up the conversation with, “Goodbye and I will be there on time.”
She put down the receiver to its cradle and walked quietly to the stairway without a word spoken to Elaine. As she was about to place her leg on the first step of the stairway, Elaine asked, “When was it?”
Elaine didn’t have to look deep into her heart to know what the conversation was all about. She knew the time had come and that her sister had to face it.
Mrs. Stanley answered in a low and gravely tones, “Tomorrow morning at 8.00am. We have to bring Cindy’s body back and prepare for the funeral”
Elaine stood there stunned and motionlessly! They were just talking about the issue few days ago and now reality came pouring in when they were least expected and sending chills all over her body. Elaine wasn’t prepare to accept this news and was wondering why bad news always appeared on wonderful evening like this, to spoil it and torn it apart. Wasn’t it Christmas?
Elaine not knowing what to do next but managed to force out a few words to comfort and uttered, “I will go with you, dear.”
The next day was set apart for the funeral. The
Inside the Chapel, a strong gush of wind blew in and one of the candles that were burning in its holder extinguished leaving the other burning and melting alone.
The End
A Note from the Author
After reading my story, how do you guys feel? I would dare to say if the unfortunate tragedy would have happen to any of us, our mother would do the same to protect, to save and to love us until our last breathe remain. Why? It is simply because they are mothers and we as their children are always their treasured lambs. Mother’s love is always the greatest love of all!
We all should ponder over the questions of how much do we really love our parents and how much do we really care about them. The quality of caring and loving the people around us will not only increase the quality of our lives but will also make the world a better place to live in.
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