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About Me
- Brad
- Former adult teacher who loves island beaches. Happy homebody and family man; once devoted dog owner, now without Tashi, my Tibetan Terrier. I prefer the absurdity of the imagination to the absurdity of imagining nothing.
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The two dead birds lay side by side, like Romeo and Juliet in their tomb. But this was my driveway and the two robins had mud on their wings where they had fallen. I regret to say that my Mountain Ash tree is the problem--it's covered with brilliant red berries every fall. Popular with all birds, the berries cause a form of avian "drunkeness" that leads birds to fly towards a sliver of light reflecting from my front windows. Thump! Another bird crashes into the glass; luckily, only a few end up dead. The unlucky two, at least, died this way together, leaving no bird in mourning!
hello, brad... this is my online notebook for dec.4-11, i hope u like it~
P.S: I changed "regret" to "regretful" and "refretfully." i hope that's ok...^^*
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"Hey, you~" A handsome man with designer clothes was walking down the hallway to meet Jenny.
When she saw her first love for the first time in her high school reunion, she was so happy, but when she heard that he was a CEO of some big company, she was so regretful that she hadn't married her first love.
"Here's my card." as he said this, he handed her a business card.
"oh, thank you."
During high school years, He loved her first, then she gradually loved him back. At the end, she would have died for him, she couldn't do anything without him. She was addicted to his love, but eventually she didn't love him, and she dumped him. Years later, she got married to some bald driver instructor, and it turns out her first love got married to some famous fashion model. As she saw this, she said to herself,"I wish she was me," and she left regretfully to her table.
"There he was, down on the ground. His face was covered with mud. He swayed his sword until he couldn't sway it anymore.He fought up to his last breath. His mind was lost in the battle. His foes slivered their swords into his chest, piercing it through his heart, through his soul, and through his flesh. His only wish is that we could fly like the birds, autonomously soaring the sky. He wanted us out of the cage of the oppressors. I believe, the Heroes of wars didn't regret offering their own lives just to give us our freedom, they were ready and prepared to die to defend us and our country. We should treasure them, we should always remember that someone in the past faced his demise in the foreign hands for us to be here right now," said the Retired Major of the Philippine Army in his speech.
"Let us offer them a prayer."
Some of the audience, bowed their heads and closed their eyes, some of them stared into the blue sky, but all of them offered a silent prayer. The park was was filled with hundreds of Filipinos, but, for a few minutes, you can not hear a single voice. For a few minutes, the park was the most tranquil place in the city. Everyone mourned for their countrymen, for the people they have never met nor known. When the prayer was done, the rays of the sun shone brightly over the city. It seemed like God received their prayers.
Lily married Bob on her 23. After a bloody competition, Bob eliminated four competitors and won Lily as his bride. The next year, Lily got pregnant and soon had her daughter named Lisa—something regretted by Lily often. Living in Vancouver meant you have to become a full time housewife after having children. Bob was very busy; sometimes, Lily couldn’t talk him properly over a week. He came home usually after Lily and Lisa went to bed already and the next morning, he had to catch his rush hours again.
Once Lisa pointed a bird and asked Lily why they could fly but she couldn’t. “You could do that too, if you stand somewhere high enough.” Lily answered with the absence of her mind. She was thinking the blond hair she found on Bob’s shirt recently and repeatedly. It gave her the signal of Bob’s new assistant. She didn’t ask Bob, didn't want Bob feel she was over-thinking. But it was sliver in her heart, not so comfortable anyway.
One rare, sunny day in the winter, Lily was doing her laundry, “Mom, come and see my fly!”
Lily suddenly realised and rushed out of her house and saw Lisa was standing on the roof, “NO!” Lily screamed, but it was too late. She saw her daughter jumped from the roof and plunged into the mud.
hello, beatrice... nice story, but terrible ending~~ did lisa die??
Sparrow is a free bird, they belong to the sky. One time, I bought a sparrow from the pet shop and tied one of its feet as a pet. He refused to eat and died later. I found a silver of land at the back alley and buried him with mud. I regret to buy it from the shop and understand that it is not just the food keeping all creature alive, it is the spirit.
In the late spring, the cuckoo's cuckoo was fading out at the suburb and the lilac’s scent began floating in the air, I usually climbed to the city wall and up to the gate tower to have a good bird view of the city.
At this season, swallows came from the south and twittering warmly under the tower eaves. Some of them were busy to peck the mud back and forth to construct their nests for their baby birds. The others were soaring, circling, and dancing in the air.
They skimmed over the moat river and swiftly through the willow wickers. So many painters admired swallow’s beautiful gesture and drew it into their works. The pilots of the air force appraised their fly art as the acme. Everybody liked these little birds.
Sometimes, before the storming, thousands of swallows gathered hovering and diving around the gate tower likely ready to celebrate a festival. These magnificent scenes still remained fresh in my memory.
Now the city wall was demolished. The gate tower was pulled down. The moat was filled up. We built high-rises and roads, and the swallow paradise disappeared.
Whenever thought about this, I often felt some regret. “Why don’t we leave a sliver of space for this lovely bird?”
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When I saw a bird stood on the fence of my house, I knew that it would be my dinner tonight. Oh! bird sashimi, my favorite food.
I bowed low, held my breath, crept stealthily up to him. Closer and closer, but the bird didn't sense at all. What a idiot! I could feel that my heart was thumpping, my eyes were shining, my mouth was watering.
When it came to close enough, I preyed on him like a tiger.
At the moment I cought him, He fell down on the ground, becoming into the slivers of mud.
"shit!" I shouted in my mind, he was not a real bird. I didn't understand why my owner bought such kind of stupid mud thing. Would he felt a bit
regret for cheating me--his darling cat?
A Bad Boy
The group of children was making cups, bowls, and plates with mud—it was their favorite game!
“See, I made a bird nest!” Mary showed her piece with a great pride.
“Let me see!” a boy picked it up.
“It is not like a nest; it is a pile of stool!”
He threw away mud on the ground. Poor Mary was so heart-struck that tears fell down along her cheeks—her beautiful bird nest became split into slivers.
The boy still laughed without any regret.
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hello, catherine... how terrible are they to crush mary's bird nest! nice story~~^^*
Mud was covered everything and everywhere, on the wooden floor, on the furniture and beds, even curtains were grey and dirty brown. The flood covered two birds in the cage like clay birds but sticky. With a great regret, he took them out of cage. He pushed his son to the other side and went out the door. He didn’t look behind, just kept going. When his son arrived to his granny’s home up on the mountains, he was not hungry, just tired. Even, when his grandmother brought a sliver of his favourite chocolate cake, he didn’t look at it. Birds were everywhere, on the trees and roofs, in the front yards and back yards. After raining for almost a month in their dry land, nothing left of the beautiful birds there.
I heard a bird chirped as I passed by a row of trees. Curiosity got looking in the trees to see which one has the bird, so I looked at each tree carefully and finally, there it was, in the middle of a very tall tree. As I looked up to see the bird, a white liquid dripped on my face. Yuck! bird’s poop! I hurried out of the trees and thought about what I used to hear in Africa came to me; that when I bird poop on the head of a person, it’s an indication that that person would be a president. Well, I better be a president because a bird has pooped on me… except that it was on my face instead of head.
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After heavy snow today for the first time it was sunny and looked silver everywhere. Birds were chirping to find food. I was looking at everything through the living room window and, in the fifteen minutes started raining and in a couple of hours my yard became filled with slush and mud. I regret losing silver days. I wish those days could stay forever.
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