Korang apa kabar?? series weh rindu sama korang hahaha..Since new year aritu dah start bizi dengan studi.arini dekat 10 jam*memang 10 jam pun dekat sekolah.Dah la tu masih gak pakai baju sekolah dari pagi bawak ke petang*macam(masam) >o<...tak suke..tak suke..tak suke..
arini saya nak citer 1 petikan yang saya baca masa buat latihan kat sekolah tadi*perlu ke cakap kat sekolah?? bajet nak tunjuk wa rajin..hahaha..
Apa yang specialnya petikan ni?? Sebab for the first time in my life*perggghhh speaking london ma
ok2 sambung.Buat pertama kalinya dalam hidup saya buat latihan dalam keadaan sedih..Petikan ni betul2 memberi kesan kepada diri saya yang sungguh sensitippp ni*perlu ke bagitau??
Tanpa melengahkan masa...Jom skodeng!
"There was a time in my life when beauty meant something special to me.I guess that would have been when I was about six or seven years old,just several weeks or maybe a month before the orphanage turned me into an old man.I would get up every morning at the orphanage ,make my bed just like ,little soldier that I had become.Then I would get into one of the two straight lines and march to breakfast with the other twenty or thirty boys who also lived in my dormitory.
After breakfast one Saturday morning I returned to the dormitory and saw the house parent chasing the beautiful monarch butterflies that lived by the hundred in the azalea bushes strewn around the orphanage.I carefully watched as he caught these beautiful creatures,one after the other,and then took them from the net and then stuck straight pins through their head and wings,pinning them onto a heavy cardboard sheet*Masa tu dah start feeling.I was like*speaking lagi..jahatnya "parent" tu.
How cruel it was to kill something of such beauty.I had walked many times out into the bushes,all by myself,just so the butterflies could land on my head,face and hands so I could look at them up close.
When the telephone rang the house parent laid the large cardboard paper down on the back cement step and went inside to answer the phone.I walked up to the cardboard and looked at the one butterfly which he had just pinned to the larger paper.It was still moving about so I reached down and touch it on the wing causing one of the pins to fall out.It started fluttering around and around trying to get away but it was still pinned by one wing with the other straight pin.Finally,its wing broke off and the butterfly fell to the ground and just quivered.*mata dah stat nak leleh masa ni.ToT
I picked up the torn and the butterfly and I spat on its wing and tried to get it to stick back on so it could fly and be free before the house parent came back.But,it would not stay on the poor butterfly.*tacing....auchhh
The next thing I knew the house parent came walking back out of the back door by the garbage room and started yelling me.I told him I did not do anything but he did not believe me.He picked up the cardboard paper and started hitting me on the top of the head.There were all kinds of butterflies pieces going everywhere.He threw the cardboard down on the ground and told me to pick it up and put it in garbage can inside the back room or the dormitory and then he left.
I sat there in the dirt,by that big old tree,for the longest time trying to fit all the butterflies pieces back together so I could bury them whole,but it was too hard to do.So I prayed for them and the I put them in an old torn up shoe box and I buried them in the bottom of the fort that I had built in the ground,out of the large bamboos,near the blackberry bushes.
Every year the butterflies would return to the orphanage and when they tried to land on me I would try and shoo them away because they did not know that the orphanage was a bad place to live and a very bad place to die."
Butterflies by Roger Dean Kiser.
Bad...tu je ayat yang mampu saya ucap.Bila baca cerita ni ala-ala cerita cinta.Seorang lelaki sanggup dibenci oleh seorang perempuan demi keselamatan dan kebahagiaan perempuan itu.Siapa pula yang menjaga keselamatan dan kebahagian lelaki tu??
hurmmm nampaknya sampai di sini sajalah perjumpaan kita pada hari ini.Tk boleh online lama2 keje sekolah menati dan memanggil mesra...tata...dan salam 1Malaysia
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