Write a diary entry in a chatty style that explores the romantic/comic. Try to use sentences of varying lengths to give your writing some rhythm. Use the class example as a guide.
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dear Paul
can i use "the porposal"'s thoughts to write this assignment or i have to create it?it's hard for me to be a storyteller!
thank you
mary
p.s "aprilmary@hotmail.com"
Waiting at the hospital was a tribulation. For a few more minutes I was going to know the answer of a misery which might destroy my flawless marriage. Meanwhile, my memory flashed back to that day, the joyous moment, when Dave and I were flipping through the photos album of our childhoods. We both were laughing so hard, “look at that picture, how mom could take pictures of me with unfixed teeth! She should have pulled me to the side, my God! “He made that funny face with crooked mouth; he always said it is his job to make me laugh. Indeed, we have been married for more than four years, and he has always been such a playful and miraculous husband. “But look at your photos, cute little pigtails and a pink dress; do you know you still give away that mischievous smile even today? I bet our daughter will be just like you” said Dave and kissed my forehead. “A baby?” I tried not to have any eye contact with Dave because I did not want any thing that might ruin our wonderful love.
“Yes, a baby, eventually we will have to face the problem” I said to myself.
At that moment, we were waiting at the hospital, just a few more minutes, the answer would be released. I have been overwhelming by this second physical check notice, for some reason Dave’s result had turned out fine few days earlier than mine. “There must be something wrong with me,” I said to myself with bitter voice. I could never forgive myself if I was the cause of it. The atmosphere in the hospital was breathtaking; I wished we had not had to come.
I could no longer hold my pressure; I already burst in tears and asked Dave “if my sterility is true, what can we do?” But the real question that I wanted to ask him was – will you leave me? He caressed my shaking shoulders and said “Oh! Do not get so upset, you know I am already too annoying to keep in the house, adding another nagging little monster around, our home will turn into a pandemonium!” “No, you just try to make me feel better.” I cried even harder. “No, Rita! You can’t have a baby doesn’t mean can’t be a mother, we can adopt a kid, you know!” he said sincerely. I was close to collapse and said “sweetheart, you really don’t have to have such great sense of humor all the time.” Finally, the nurse came toward us said “Mrs. Shan, hum… do you remember that you have inserted a birth control implant a few years ago because we have found a birth control ...” without waiting for the nurse to finish her words, Dave and I laughed , and I said “ I totally forget about that! Dave, I guess there is nothing wrong with my body but my brain!”
Mimi
As I was playing the piano my white pussy cat standing on the table next to the piano jumped over the top of the piano elegantly, my huge Japanese dog saw the scene run after the cat trying to catch it. As the time the dog nearly catch the cat , the cat skulked into the bottom of the sofa on the living room quickly. My dog quite upset with the cat, therefore it barked at the cat loudly. The cat aimed at the nose of the dog, all of a sudden scratch it hardly. I only heard sonorous crying from my dog. I closed the cover of the piano walking toward them, I upbraided and commanded the dog enter into the cage putting on the left side corner of the living room. Even though it was reluctant to do so, it had enter to the cage. At the second floor of my house, I opened the door lead the cat to down stairs, and let the cat go outside of the backyard. I hope my pets in my home living harmony with each other, but they always did the opposite way.
After all, coming back to the second floor, I stood beside the window of second floor looking through out. From the second floor of my house I could see my garden in the backyard was alive with verdant grass and beautiful flowers. It was a fine and vernal day, the weather was warm. Although the sunshine did not irradiate very strong, I could see all the views of my garden clearly. The nice weather made me having a delight mood, I enjoyed standing beside the window watching out. Through the window of the second floor I saw my white pussy cat had latent behind one of the big tree located on the center of the garden. It was not too rotund or slim, because it was not a gluttonous cat. Normally it could catch a rat without any problem.
Meanwhile a flock of birds hover round above the sky of my backyard, only flying a while, the leader of the birds rested on one of the trees in my backyard, others all abided by the steps of the leader. Perhaps one of the birds in their team was a tyro of flying, so when it nearly arrived on the branch of the tree falling down on the grass of my backyard. My pussy cat had been a reconnaissance for so long, when it noticed a wonderful possibility sprinting toward the bird. The leader of the birds led a flock of birds attacked my cat, my cat’s forehead had been scratched. My pussy cat did not catch the bird, it was just waggling its tail twisting. Although there was a turmoil among the birds, they soon calmed down. I guessed that was my pussy cat’s retribution before it had scratched the nose of my dog, there was a long scratch on its forehead now.
Mimi
As I was playing the piano my white pussy cat standing on the table next to the piano jumped over the top of the piano elegantly, my huge Japanese dog saw the scene run after the cat trying to catch it. As the time the dog nearly catch the cat , the cat skulked into the bottom of the sofa on the living room quickly. My dog quite upset with the cat, therefore it barked at the cat loudly. The cat aimed at the nose of the dog, all of a sudden scratch it hardly. I only heard sonorous crying from my dog. I closed the cover of the piano walking toward them, I upbraided and commanded the dog enter into the cage putting on the left side corner of the living room. Even though it was reluctant to do so, it had enter to the cage. At the second floor of my house, I opened the door lead the cat to down stairs, and let the cat go outside of the backyard. I hope my pets in my home living harmony with each other, but they always did the opposite way.
After all, coming back to the second floor, I stood beside the window of second floor looking through out. From the second floor of my house I could see my garden in the backyard was alive with verdant grass and beautiful flowers. It was a fine and vernal day, the weather was warm. Although the sunshine did not irradiate very strong, I could see all the views of my garden clearly. The nice weather made me having a delight mood, I enjoyed standing beside the window watching out. Through the window of the second floor I saw my white pussy cat had latent behind one of the big tree located on the center of the garden. It was not too rotund or slim, because it was not a gluttonous cat. Normally it could catch a rat without any problem.
Meanwhile a flock of birds hover round above the sky of my backyard, only flying a while, the leader of the birds rested on one of the trees in my backyard, others all abided by the steps of the leader. Perhaps one of the birds in their team was a tyro of flying, so when it nearly arrived on the branch of the tree falling down on the grass of my backyard. My pussy cat had been a reconnaissance for so long, when it noticed a wonderful possibility sprinting toward the bird. The leader of the birds led a flock of birds attacked my cat, my cat’s forehead had been scratched. My pussy cat did not catch the bird, it was just waggling its tail twisting. Although there was a turmoil among the birds, they soon calmed down. I guessed that was my pussy cat’s retribution before it had scratched the nose of my dog, there was a long scratch on its forehead now.
I think it was a salvation from God. I, Jack, and my girlfriend- Mary goanna have a wedding next month. So today, her parents invited me to have a dinner at her home.
I was very nervous and excited when I pressed the doorbell. I worried that I can’t speak well to her parents. How to say hello to her parents? If I took off my shoes and my feet was very stinking, how can I do? When I thought these stupid questions, the door was opened by Mary. She gave me a big hug and led me into the house. Her parents and her young sister were waiting for me. Then I sent the gifts I brought. So far, I thought everything was under control. But not really……!!!
When we had a dinner, I felt someone was kicked my foot. Ha, I knew it was my girlfriend’s foot, she want me leave tonight. I knew what she want to do, so I kicked it back to let her know my answer was OK. After the dinner, we had coffee and chatted in the living room. About 9 p.m. her father said to me,” It’s time for me and your mom to sleep. And it’s your time! Have fun!!!” Then her parents went back to their room. Mary told me and her sister Judy that she wanted to take a shower, so asked Judy taking me to her room. I followed Judy to Mary’s room, when I entered the room, Judy was locked the door and said, “Come on, that’s your last chance to have fun.” I was shocked. “But I’m your sister’s boyfriend.” I said. “I know, but it doesn’t matter. We only have one hour.” Yes, Mary always takes shower for one hour. “And you kicked me back at dinner, didn’t you?” She said. What? Is Judy kicked me? Not Mary? I couldn’t think anything. I knew this is my last chance to have fun with other girls, but Judy is my sister-in-law. What can I do? And I heard Angel Jack was talking to me, “No, Jack, you can’t do this, you can’t!!” But the Evil Jack said,“Yes, Jack, why not?” “No, Jack, you can find other girls, but Judy is your sister-in-law!” said the Angel. “Oh, don’t be silly. She is beauty. Mary is taking shower, she wouldn’t know this. It’s a chance, just do It.” Said the Evil. “NO.” “YES.” “NO.” “YES.” Finally, the desire defeats the reason. I want Judy. But I knew I need some protection between us. So I didn’t say anything and ran out of the room. When I opened the room door, Mary and her parents was standing out side and looked me happily. What happened? Her father said to me,” Good, Jack, you pass the test. I can give my daughter to you.” And Mary gave me a hug and said, “I know you really love me.” I was shock from this test but I was so lucky. I ran out of the door was because I wanted to take condom. I always leave my condom in the car.
This is third time that I saw she went into the cafe.
Again.
My company nearing the café so that I could easily saw her putting a pound of butter on a steak. She overdid it on all the food. Maybe, it tasted good. Although I saw her only third at cafe throughout my office windows but she is that kind of woman that I really liked. Once I met her at cafe, she, striking, medium height, expressive, long-hair, was hugging the man and laughing as they walked past me. I look away, embarrassed. I was wondering the man go with woman was a gay so without over thinking I rushed to my company.
Now what do I do? Do I tell her or do I keep quiet, I ask myself over and over again as I walk
To Kevin's office. I sit down on him well- worn couch and notice. I began to tell her about my day—monkey business at the cafe. But I do not mention what I know about the woman.
The phone rings. I get up speedily. "It was Kevin, you'll have a date tonight, don’t forgave it!" said Kevin.
Without Poetry, music, soft lights, sunsets, champagne, companionship, our date seems bored.
I know that I would not say a failing romance but I did my best to make her happy.
“It's hard to find someone you like so am I,” she says sympathetically.
He first day of the week, just after New Year’s celebrations, is unusually quiet. The city is still and skeletal, gray and bleak. This revelation comes abruptly, but I guess that is typical of life. All I can do, it seems, is searching.
Again, medium height but short hair.
same places-cafe.
I was pretty sure, this time, she’ll agree.
When I think of romance I think of refinement. The finest day, the finest smile, the finest kiss, elegance at just the right place in the perfect beat of time.
Short hand on the clock had traveled one more step forward, 2:58, which left me a full two minutes to take another sip from the tall hot latte I just ordered, take out my hand carry mirror from my purse, check for any unexpected object on my face, apply a second layer of lip gloss to my lips, and practice smiling a few times. One more scan from forehead down to chin: eye brows—checked, eye boogers—checked, pimples—checked, cheeks—checked, teeth—checked, lips—checked! It was 3:00 P.M. sharp.
I starred at the entrance of the coffee shop, but no, nobody came in. No big deal, I thought, his watch must be a few minutes later than the coffee shop’s, though I had just set the time on my watch five minutes faster than the news time so I wouldn’t be late today. Just when I was about to examine a third run on my face, the door opened and somebody walked in. Nope, it was not him because he said he would be wearing a white cap from Ed Hardy. A little disappointed, I sighed and glanced out at the streets and looked for any passerby that was wearing a white cap.
As I jumped back to my waiting mode again, I realized that as a girl with dignity, I shouldn’t be too concerned on waiting for a guy especially when it was the first time to meet each other face-to-face. So to hang loose a bit, I distracted myself by ordering a blueberry cheese cake at the counter and enjoying every bite from this delectable piece of sweet treat.
Five minutes passed three, and now my latte was almost meeting its half way, but as for my cake, I must leave it more than just half so he wouldn’t confound me for a glutton. Right as I switched my attention from my plate back to the entrance again, I spotted someone with a white cap on opening the door. I sat up straight, quickly fixed my hair, and pretended to check my phone, counting down the seconds it would take to walk from the entrance to my table so I could look up and smile at him at the perfect moment. Three, two, and one. I lifted my head up, he looked at me, I smiled as bright as the sunshine, he subtly smiled back, he walked passed me to greet the girl behind, and I felt like a complete idiot.
I sighed once more and took a long pause closing my eyes, trying to predict the scene when we finally saw each other in person from a good movie angle shot. How would he look like? What kind of shoes would he be wearing? What should I say to him? Should I even speak first? Now I was certainly acknowledging the feeling when you finally got to meet someone who you had been so connected to over the internet. I could even describe it as meeting your all time favorite celebrity with a mixed emotion of excitement and amazement, except the part you knew how he or she looked like.
Though still daydreaming, I couldn’t help starring back towards the coffee shop door. This time I caught another man with an Ed Hardy white cap coming in, though it was too far to see his face. I was a hundred and twenty percent sure that this was him. Again, I sat up straight, quickly fixed my hair, and pretended to check my phone, counting down the seconds. Three, two, and one. My heart raced, head lifted up, smiled as bright as the sunshine, he looked at me, and I almost had a heart attack. What was my very own brother doing here?
Diane
Dear Ashley:
I am terribly sorry for writing you back so late. Because my parents have owed money from their business partners, I had to move back to Taiwan. It is very hard for me to live in Taiwan now owing to my poor Chinese. I already got lost when I went on my way to the first day of class. I felt so helpless to live in an environment I am completely not familiar with. No matter how hard I tried to tell the by-passers what I was meant. Nobody would understand, and they all walked away. When I was about giving up, a guy held my hand and took me to school. He didn't say anything and took off. I didn't have a chance to show my appreciation by saying thank you. I was totally stunned by his kindness. The only thing I did was standing there, and watched him leave. Since then, I have been looking for him in school. However, I couldn't find him. I met a friend in school named Sydney who wanted to tell Dylan how much she liked him. She said he was a very popular person a lot of girls like. Afterwards, I was with Sydney to look for Dylan. I found out Dylan is the person to take me to school the first day. I felt the complication between Sydney and Dylan, and he said to her not bother me with this small matter. The rest of the girls were laughing at the helpless Sydney who showed a big disappointment on her face. I couldn't stand his big ego, so I slapped his face in front of all people. Everybody was stunned by my action. I didn't even thank him for helping me, and I couldn't believe in myself to do such horrible act in front of everybody.
I was carrying a lot of burden back home. The house was messy, and my parents weren't home. They just left me a message to get help from the uncle of my dad in elementary school, Mr. Lee. I couldn't believe my eyes that Dylan is the son of Mr. Lee. Mr. Lee had been on business trip for a few months. From now on, I had to leave with Dylan. It seems to be very inconvenient to live with a boy.
Living with Dylan was a hassle because we always argued tiny little matters. I didn't know what his intention was to go to school with me, and he might be afraid of me getting lost again. Because of the incident, the girls in school wanted to give me a lesson by hitting all over my body. I felt so hurt and painful and had tears in my eyes when I was walking home. All of the sudden my temper blew up to his face, and he said repeatedly the incident has been his fault. Dylan left the first aid box outside my bedroom door. When I looked at the first aid box, I started crying, and ended up crying the whole night.
I heard some noise from downstairs, and I was wondering. I saw the girls who hurt me were in the living room, and Dylan appeared to be quite lighthearted. I asked what all the girls were in the house. He said he had wanted to invite all the girls in his house and tell them not to treat you bad and hurt you in the future. I felt much better after hearing what he said. In order to thank him, I decided to make dinner for him. However I had never made any dishes before so as the result, the whole dinner was such as mess. I felt very disappointed but somehow Dylan had everything I had cooked. As time went by, and I think we had seen each other, and known him more and more. I started liking him. I understood we are two people living in a different world. Every time I saw him, I always compared with him about what he had and what I didn't. I intended to be indifferent to him. Because of this, he argued with me again.
Until Christmas day, he refused all the invitation from the girls, and he prepared for a little gift for me. I pushed him to find other girls, and didn't want him to bother me. I felt so regretted after saying so to him. I thought what I had said would hurt his feelings. I thought he should have started hating me. I felt myself no energy to attend school. The class was over, and I was ready to go home. I saw Dylan holding a bloom as a guitar, hitting the trash can as a drum, and started singing. Everybody said he went insane. He walked to me and said every girl in school thought I was crazy and stupid. Because of this, I decided to go out with him. Hope someday I can introduce him to you.
Jessica
Asaph,
That over-exaggerated surprise a woman shows (or is supposed to show?) when a man proposes had always annoyed and puzzled me. Surely a couple whose relationship is strong enough must have talked about marriage instead of following the typical script of the silly “ambush question” from the man and then the woman's response of grateful surprise as if she were receiving a glorious gift she had never imagined would be hers. Are you smiling reading this? It's not funny! So, really, why was I surprised when you sent me that ridiculous text? We had talked about marriage, hadn't we? Well, you had mostly. Still, reading your – do you think we can begin to discuss the possibility of getting married soon? – made me first surprised, then amused, then frightened and then this stupid crazy joy that I still feel.
Yesterday I marvelled at how much I have come to like you. I liked that you often wake up in the morning and started singing to me (which many times your voice will crack and you would give this crumpled face expression that looks like you had a stroke) the inspiration you got from the previous night's dream. I liked how you always wake up with a horrendous centre parting to your hair and you would look into the mirror and quickly brush them back to the sides. I liked how we go to the movies and you would laugh at something that's really not that funny and burst into a high decibel laughter only the dogs could hear it and got me giggling too. I liked the way your butt looks in your jeans, that flat elegance that you don't like me to point out, and I liked that you make futile attempts at the gym to grow muscles we both know you never will and I liked that you like me and that you liking me makes me like myself.
Do you remember the night before we started dating? Probably not: the wine was flowing freely by the end. You had briskly recounted your difficult childhood in North Korea, your abusive father and drunken half-Spanish single mother, your confused teenage years whereby no girls ever caught you eyes so all your friends thought you were gay, the terrible accident that happened to you one day when you jerked a locked glass door and the broken glasses landed all over you and the doctor picked out 387 tiny fragments out of your body, and then your five-year wanderings in South Africa and just about everything you said hurled me into the state that I have remained in ever since – of complete and utter adoration.
I asked if, while in South Africa (trying to comprehend the endless, lonely grasslands you had described), were you not near any reasonable sized town?
And your reply came without hesitation : “ Honey, we were so not near any town of whatever darn size, it wasn't true!”
I gaped, and then laughed. Our eyes met in the thickening twilight.
And then you said, “ I like you”.
I had been thinking about the first time we met and had been reading your text over and over since yesterday and I have never felt so alive. So, yes, I suppose we should begin to talk of the possibility of getting married soon.
Kristine
The sunshine in the afternoon drifted very softly into my living room while l sat in the sofa next to window concentrated in reading a mystery novel, Suddenly the telephone rang with abnormally big noise .I picked up the phone and hear a man say,
Man：This is BOOK`S Company. I’d like to speak to Ms.Shen, Please,
S：This is Shen speaking.
Man：In early October did you order a book with title(Confessions of shopaholic)?
S：Yes I did(that’s the book used for Jeremy classroom)
Man：Did you receive in at 7-11?
S：Yes I did .I also paid it with credit card.
Man：You planed to pay this book by installments in two years,
S：I have already paid NY490,I have not requested to pay it by installments,
Man：Our company has found out a problem on your payment ,The computer show that you paid NT490.twice for two months ,Have you checked your record.
S：I have not done that, And today is Saturday the bank is not open, So what should I do now？
Man：Don’t worry, When our company found out the mistake we also contacted with the credit card department of your bank, They will call you and help you to solve the problem immediately。
A few minutes later, another call came in.
Woman：Ms. Shen, This is M I B credit card department. Our company owe you an apology for making mistake, We will refund the money to you account as soon as possible, Now you take your [A T M] card and go to the A T M machine, We give you a telephone number. When you reach the [ATM] please call us with this number. In case. Our regular telephone is busy. You may try this number。
I rushed to the ATM machine with my ATM card and run into my husband who was just coming home at front door, After listened to my story, he laughed and said, You have been cheated。
Regina
Several days passed, B caught cold. The fever came upon him at night. The doctor was called, and everything was done that is usual on such occasions. I tried to console myself with the hope that B would get well, and would again company with me, but this seemed to me an unthinkable happiness. And B grew feebler from hour to hour.
I was deep in sleep, then suddenly came awake. The bedroom was completely black because I had closed the wooden shutters to bar the pale lemon light of the moon. There was no sound, just eerie stillness broken now by the racing of my heart. I could feel the presence of someone else in the room. I turned over in the bed, and in the shadows the dim organge of the light from the door, I could see the dark bony face of B. he was sitting on my bed with his back against the window. I reached over and turned on the beside lamp."what was you doing here? Why you didn't sleep? What's happend? Did you want me to call a doctor?" I didn't think much but keep asking. He didn't say anything, just got up and then opened the shutters. The moonlight entered the room like a ghost, appearing and disappearing. "Why dindn't you wake me up?" I asked. " I like to watch you sleep. Sometimes in your dreams you shout out your secrets" he replied. "I never have secrets, even in my dreams" I told myself, and I could hear B' chest rattle with suppressed coughs and indeed his face looked ghastly in the moonlight, the bones skeletal.
On the second week of march in 2007, on the way home I hit B, there was an unexpected accident for a sharp needles in the road. " Are you blind? or your eyes on your feet? kid," shouted him.
On the end of week of march, I was arranged a blind date. I was startled, and when he asked my name, I refused to answer. He gave me a ferocious smile. "When I ask you a question, answer me. If you don't, I'll ....." And then he laughed to show he was joking. he gave me his most charming smile, spoke in his gentlest voice." It's just as I thought...I new that you are not blind," the man, who was hit two weeks ago,said with a embarrassed smile. " What kind of the man? Oh my goodness," I whispered. Considering a while, I said courteously, "I am pleased to make your acquaintance. Have we met before?" He smiled unbelievingly, "my dear, we have never met. I am B, who was glad to share an experience with the most beautiful girl I have seen in two weeks ago."
Sunlight and air and the noise came through the open window, and I found today the golden sun was glorious, the smell of spring filled the air, and the noise was singing a happy song.
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B returned in darness and took me by his arms, then I put my head on hid shouder and said,"I have never been blind, sweetheart."
Andrea and I are friends since our college years. Although it took us hours to find each other now, still we both love to find a time to do that. November 24, on her 30th birthday we chose to find a nice fancy restaurant to celebrate for it. We chose a quiet corner seat, only a few customers setting around.
As we chatted about memories, I noticed that there was a couple setting next to our table. The man was quite tall, have had a athlete figure, tanned skin with silver white hair; and the other beautiful old lady next to him looked so petite, nicely dressed, very charming.
What caught my eye was the facial expression on that old lady’s face; she sat there with cheek lean upon her hands, listened absorbed in what he was talking about. She amazingly made me think of a hot dating young girl.
Obviously Andrea noticed that too. We saw that old man gave the old lady a kiss on her forehead, then she smiled. “They seemed been married for quite a long time, but still looked very deep in love.” Andrea agreed:” or maybe they just begin to know each other, they looked just like a young man and a young woman in a hot date.”
We overhear their conversation with an unblushing way, the old man was telling about a new investment he was going to make. The old lady was quietly sat, smiled at him, admiring on what he was saying. Then the waiter came asked for orders, the old man ordered two same meals, telling her how much she liked beef chops. Still she just sat there, gave him her beautiful smiles.
All of a sudden, the situation got changed. The old lady seemed got waken up from a dream; “who are you?” as she said with doubted face, the old man smiled and padded her hands telling her” I am you husband, Jeff, remember? We always came here for dinner!” the old lady looked confused and said “Oh, I don’t know, I guess I forgot.” The old man still just smiled at her, then hugged her.
I looked to Andrea, we both smiled at each other; “That was true love.” she said, I smile as I dropped my tears in the plate "yeah, that was true love.".
Tiffany
Meeting other people’s parents was nervous, especially my friend’s boyfriend’s parents because I don’t know whether I could persuade my friend’s boyfriend’s parents to think my friend as a perfect match for their son.
Here is the start. One day, my friend, Jane, wanted me to meet her boyfriend’s parents together because she was too scared to meet his boyfriend’s parents and thinking I could help her out in some situation. My friend told me this was her first time meeting her boyfriend’s parents and she really wanted to give them a good impression. Since I have known his boyfriend and his parents, I thought it would be all right to help her out.
However, things were not just happening the way I thought. When I met my friends’ boyfriend’s parents, Carol and John, I could feel the weird atmosphere. They tried to ignore my friend, but said hello to me in a nice and friendly way. I thought they might not be acquainted with Jane. So I tried to introduce Jane as their son’s girlfriend.
Everyone sat down and started to eat quietly. John and Carol kept talking to me through all the dinner as if they liked me as a daughter. I tried to change the focus to my friend because I didn’t want to steal Jane’s thunder. But whenever I tried, their conversations were always back to me.
Finally, my friend’s boyfriend and I worked together to let them try to talk to Jane. When they started to talk, they came up with an unusual question to ask my friend what are the good things about moving in together when two people were not getting married yet. And I thought, “Oh, my god! They are definitely living together.” And I wasn’t sure if Carol and John knew about it so I tried to be quiet. But when my friend tried to speak and answer their question, Carol suddenly asked me about my opinion. I considered myself as a shy and conservative person. At that time, I was in jeopardy. Thus, I decided to start eating and let my mouth full with food so I thought they might not want to talk to me. I tried to be busy eating and drinking. Meanwhile, I was choked several times as if I would die in any minute. John asked me to stop eating and answer their question immediately. When I looked up, everyone was looking at me in a very awkward and shocked look. I told myself, “Hey, calm down. You can do it and help Jane and her boyfriend live happily after. It’s your responsibility. Go ahead!” Then, I stood up and said, “I’ve got a diarrhea. I ate too much. Sorry, may I borrow your bathroom, please?” Then, I ran directly to the bathroom where John pointed at. I was too scared to sit back having conversations and thinking helping. Finally, I went back to my seat, and John said, “Hey, Ting, you’ve stayed in the bathroom for a half hour, you okay? Happy Fool’s Day! Today is the first day of April when we can play some jokes on people. And you’re the target. We planned this all for you.” After that, I wasn’t back to the reality, but now thinking back what I did everything is silly and funny. And yes, I was the fool!
Lu-Ting
Sheba’s Comic Diary
I tried not to wake Tom up, so I had to walk tip-toed very quietly. I had tried for many times in order to get it, maybe five or six times, since we moved in this house. I wanted it badly. I wanted to give it to Ellie as her birthday present. It was noon and Tom slept soundly. There were no others in the house. Hah, what a perfect timing for me to take the action! I decided to get it right away.
I tip toed through the door and the living room. “Safe!” I’d never ever passed through the living room before I was caught. This was a great success! I reckoned I would be able to sneak through the hall way. I hided behind the sofa while I was thinking that I had to be very careful, and at that moment, I heard Tom groaned. “Is he awake?” I told myself to find a safer place. There it was! A tea table in the corner. I managed to crawl over and got myself into the table cloth. It was thankful that I was not a big guy.
Ten or twenty minutes later, I was still trembling, and, then, it was quiet again. I took a peek into the hall way and other rooms, no sign of Tom. Tom must be in his dream. I pulled myself together again and told myself: “you have to get it today; you must get it today; off you go now!” I ducked the sofa, ran directly through the hall way, passed through the dining table, and, there I was in the kitchen. I stopped and gasped for air. “Ah-Hah! I did it. I did it.” I jumped up and down ecstatically.
It was too late when I found myself laughing and shouting uncontrolled.
“Hi, there!” It was Tom. Oh, I had to admit that I was stupid enough to wake him up. I ducked him behind the stove. “MEOW!” Oh, boy! I had to try to dig my way out this time.
Yvonne
Just before going out, I decided not to wear my red dress, eventually. Although chemistry and physical attraction was very important, I didn’t want to be too sexy this time. The guy I met the other day paid too much attention to my dress. I thought he liked it better than me.
At 6:35, I got out the taxi and crossed the crowded city streets. Perfect timing. Being a girl, being late for 5 minutes for the first date would be acceptable, wouldn’t it? If I arrived too early, sitting and waiting alone for a stranger, I would feel a little stupid. Had I put on my lipstick yet? Mmm… This shiny cherry color matched my blue dress perfectly. I adjusted the scarf and fixed my hair, imagining that when I pushed open the door, he would be standing up from his seat and giving me a warm smile. That would be nice! He? Let me check the list again. Uh…Alfredo, Italian-American, 6.5 feet high, green eyes…, good-looking,...don’t want to have kids, don’t spend long hours at work, like to travel, like pets,... They said he was going to carry a red rose in his right hand.
Was that him, opening the door for me? No! What was I thinking? A receptionist in black uniform and a white apron!? But where was he? How come he didn’t come to me? When the receptionist asked me if I had made a reservation, I noticed a man walking towards where we stood. My heart beated so quickly. Just before I turned to watch him, he had already been taken away buy a blond by the arm.
I answered, ”Alfredo”, guessing he must have made the reservation by this name. Did I have to walk to the table in his watching? It would be embarrassing. It was unfair. I hated to be observed by people. However, if he were a charming, handsome gentleman, it wouldn’t be that bad, actually. Then the waiter led me to the corner. As following the waiter, I quickly grasped a look for some pair of green eyes. But no one was at the table. I breathed a sigh of relief to myself, on the one hand; but on the other, a bit disappointed.
But how could he be late for the first date! I meant women had the right to be a little late, but not men. On the list , it said he was intelligent, funny, romantic, passionate, affectionate, honest, and loyal. But how come had he been late!? Could a man be late for the first date just because he was an intelligent person!? Okay, okay. I should take a deep breath and calm down for a little while. It was Saturday night. Maybe he was trapped in the busy traffic. What color was his hair, again? Let me review the list.. Mmm... short curly dark brown... While I was wondering how he looked and why he had been late, someone called my name from behind me.”Natalie?” It was a very charming accent. On hearing that, I felt I was standing on a beach by the Aegean Sea, looking over the sailboats under the sunset. The voice itself was so romantic. I thought I had already lost myself in its embrace.
With a red rose in his hand, a hearty smile on his face,his pair of affectionate green eyes made me lost in the magic of the moment. What a pity! I wished I had worn my red dress out tonight!
Few days ago, I was shopping with my best friend-lulu, I saw a man. Maybe I saw the man before, oh, maybe just I am too much thinking about men. So, don't think, don't think. But he walked directly towards me. Sudently I pulled lulu's hand and started to run out from the shop. Oh,my god, good,he didn't follow me. ' Again' Lulu say, and I can only forced myself for a smile .
I still remembered what happened when I went to the dinner (to meet a man I don't know) my parents arranged for me last time. I dropped the chopsticks, turned over a bottle of juice, hit the waiter somewhere,not by purpose but I saw the man who sat oppsiite to me , his mouth was slight open and his face was stupefied and then without saying sorry, I ran out. Maybe it's a curse from my past life ,othersewise, why this happen to me again and again?.
Yesterday, while I was holding lots of files to other room I hit someone, and the files dropped all oved the ground. I saw the man, who I saw few days ago. When I just going to turn and...., he grabed me and said 'hello, did I see you before? , ' ah,ah,ah,ah,' I almost fell, he held me agagin.'
Ah,ah,ah,ah' I still fell. I struggled to stand up, finally I could stand up, turned as soon as I can, was going to run. He called out 'Oh, I remember, are you kay? I turend back so fast that I almost fell again. ' why you know my name?' I felt slightly shocked, then I saw the man's face closely , suddently realized he was the boy who cause me panic when I need to close to a man who it's available to me. In this moment the curse is broken.
supriya
Unmani’s
I got Dave’s fax this morning and noticed soon he would appear here, India.
My tear erupted when his words touching my heart. He’s the one I loved and would love forever. “How many time did I dream of his coming, “I told to myself. But it’s now becoming an unexpected surprise. Maybe another Unmani here? Or a mistake? No answer, of course. But why did he give me this surprise at this moment?What to do now with Henrry?
I had never thought it could possibly happen since I was alone here for 3 months.What a mess I created! guilt and sorrow I felt. The promise I had already given to Dave before coming to the –total-new country. Should I tell Henrry? Or should I not? No, it’s not right to get him involve this. Anyway, I‘d better prepare the space for him to arrive.(inside and outside I warning myself). Oh, closer and closer, he’s coming tonight.
My heart pounding, I compressed a little smile when seeing him. He gave me passionate kisses. After all, we haven’t had any touch for 3 months.I avoided to see his eyes. If I could hide this for a while, I probably can give the passion in return. I was quiet. Got up from the bed, I gave him a cup of tea at this midnight. Prepared a shower as his girl friend as usual. Calm and cool. Should he stay here for Everything was different now. I should had told him before he came
Unmani’s
I got Dave’s fax this morning and noticed soon he would appear here, India.
My tear erupted when his words touching my heart. He’s the one I loved and would love forever. “How many time did I dream of his coming, “I told to myself. But it’s now becoming an unexpected surprise. Maybe another Unmani here? Or a mistake? No answer, of course. But why did he give me this surprise at this moment? What to do now with Henrry?
I had never thought it could possibly happen since I was alone here for 3 months. What a mess I created! guilt and sorrow I felt. The promise I had already given to Dave before coming to the –total-new country. Should I tell Henrry? Or should I not? No, it’s not right to get him involve this. Anyway, I‘d better prepare the space for him to arrive.(inside and outside I warned myself). Oh, closer and closer, he’s coming tonight.
My heart pounding, I compressed a little smile when seeing him. He gave me a passionate kiss. Not juicy as before. After all, we haven’t had any touch for 3 months. I avoided to see his eyes. Cunning as a fox, if I could hide this for a while and he didn’t see anything, I probably can give the passion again in return. We would be the most happy couples in this world. I was quiet. Not knowing what to say and how to start I was afraid the truth would leap out automatically. I said,” hi, long time no see.” I got up from the bed where we kissed then gave him a cup of tea at this midnight. With full of energy he had, he leapt over me and kissed me again. He went showering. Nice timing, before I caught any reasonable excuse. I prepared a place for his luggage as his girl friend. Calm and cool, I think. Everything was different now. I should had told him before he came. But it’s more difficult to tell him face to face.---I have fallen in loved with someone!? I turned and turned in bed. Here he came!! I nicely moved my body aside for him to feel my tender. I know I do love him and care about him. But, less maybe! I must confess. His words pumped out for what he did in all these 90 days. Few deep breath I took during his concerning with my time here. His eyes are tart as usual. Seeing and smelling something already, he saw me the first glimpse. He asked,” what happened?” The first line came out was” nothing.” Then I stared at him with guilt and dark looking. In little voice, the truth has come out.
Grace said:
Dear Paul,
There must be something wrong, I remembered posting my chatty diary here yesterday, but I can't find it here this morning! Then I found it on the 1st writing post!
I repost it, hoping you can see it.
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Leaning from the river, I watched the reflection in the water showing a beauty dressing up. Good. There’s nothing to be desired. Oh, I forgot to check my finger nails. Thank God they’re decent. You have no idea how long did it take me to clean up all the cinders stuck to my fingers before going out. It was my step-mother and the two step-sisters that are to blame. They’re so domineering and demanding, bossing me around doing all chores, which always made me be drenched with dust, and by which they made fun of me. Anyway, I sneaked off this night, eager to see my prince.
I never believed things like ‘love at the first sight’ before, but now, I’m totally subject to my fate. He’s my Prince Charming, I knew that when we first met. In his eyes the passion shone when he gazed admiringly at me. My cheeks reddened recollecting his bold stare at the ball.
Immersing in the sweet memory, I barely noticed the pass of time. It may be nearly the midnight, judging by the position of the moon. Why didn’t he come yet? I stood up, wandering along the bank, disturbed by excitement and subtle disquiet.
Eventually, I heard footsteps approaching from somewhere far away. It had to be him!
I rechecked the make-up I wore, fixed my hair, and was about to welcome him.
‘Oh, Cinderella. Sorry I’m late. You must have been waiting for a long time.’
‘Oh, you’re not late. I was only 5 minutes earlier than you. ’
Oh, speaking to him within such a short distance made me blush.
After apologizing, he took out a delicate envelope from his pocket. It’s supposed to be a love letter for me, I smiled when vanity filled my heart.
‘Umm, this letter…this letter….’ He stammered because of shyness. It might be the first time he expressed his feelings to a girl. The way he talked, I thought, was clumsy but cute.
‘My adoration was well expressed in this letter.” He was about to say the three words, I thought with smiles deepened.
‘Please forward this to your sister, Drizella, for me’
‘What?!’ I was dumbstruck. How could it happen? I was in a fairy story called “Cinderella,” in which I should undoubtedly be the only leading lady, and the prince should fall for me whole-heartedly. There must be something wrong!
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