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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.
17 comments:
“He does go on and on doesn’t he?”
“Yes, that’s just it . . .”
“Well, then, what should we do about it?”
“I suggest we tell him that we are sick and tired of his endless chatter.”
“Wouldn’t that hurt his feelings?”
“Maybe so. What would you suggest we do instead?”
“We could tell him to keep it short and sweet, couldn’t we?”
“Now, it seems that we are going on and on just as much as he does!”
“You know, that’s right! Let’s drop it right now.”
My five years old daughter talks to me on and on all day long. I have to answer the same question again and again. Little by little, I felt sick and tired; I just wonder how I could keep on talking twelve hours a day. I really wish she could keep the conversation short and sweet.
When Leah walked out of yoga class, all depressed, and all she could hear was “Umm. . .” and “Ok, let’s try to inhale and exhale. . .” in calm and quiet male voice again and again in her heart. When she first saw him, it was in a fitness club. He was a medium-build man, and had a nice face. When she first saw him, he walked toward her as if he wanted to talk. He was obviously a hunk around the fitness club and she immediately knew she couldn’t have a chance with him. All day long, Leah couldn’t get him out of her mind. All in all, he was a hunk and she wanted to meet him so badly.
Hi, Bred, I like to learn idioms. I try to use them properly in my story. I hope you like it.
A Blessing in Disguise
She was a single of twenty-five. She had lived in a small one bedroom apartment in a well-managed building since she was eighteen.
She really enjoyed the peace and quiet of the building, but it was broken by a young couple who had just moved in beside her room. Almost every evening until midnight, she heard the same loud and furious voice---the wife’s to be exact, blaming and complaining, sometime even abusing, again and again. Because of the lack of sleep, she couldn’t put body and soul into her work in the day time. So she felt sick and tired of hearing the roaring voices.
She was shy to talk to the building’s manager. Because of her tolerant trait, she also wanted to grin and bear it until one day the peace would come back again. She was also curious about why she didn’t hear any voice from the husband. Was he a mute? There was a big question mark in her mind.
One day, she met the couple when she was waiting for the elevator in the lobby. The wife swaggered into the lobby with a cold face. She seemed not to have seen anybody so that she didn’t give any word to others. But the husband was so polite to say “hello” to her with a smiling face. She murmured in her heart, “How different they are!”
Another day, she met the husband in the building’s laundry. He was just putting clothes into a wash-machine. He still gave her a warm greeting as usual . His handsome appearance, his low-sonorous voice and his smiling face were impressed on her mind. But she was too shy to speak to him. She just returned a same warm smile. At the beginning, the two of them were busy with their work. Then he came to her and said, “Hi, I want to say sorry to you.”
“About what?” she asked.
“ About the noise we have made on and on. I know you are the nearest neighbour, and we disturb you all the time. I have tried to find a chance to apologize to you. Now it comes.” he said slowly.
“ That’s all right, I may be used to this little by little.” she said .
Her answer took him by surprise. His eyes widened, his voice spoke a bit loud, “ You are so kindhearted. Because of our noise, the neighbours complained , and we have moved three times since we got married three months. I hope we live here much longer.”
“Oh, My God. The poor guy.” she thought. Then they sat in the laundry, shooting the breeze until the machines finished their job.
The time past fast. The wife’s roaring still went round and round, but she seemed to be used to it as she had hoped. After one month, she found the roaring sound suddenly stopped. She couldn’t believe the peace had come back again. The quiet lasted almost one week, and she thought something had happened to them.
That day she met him at the building parking lot. She came to him and asked , “why is it so quiet these days? What happened?” He made a deep breath and sighed. “She has gone back to her country. She can’t bear too much stress here. She wants to split up with me. Today I received all the documents for the divorce she mailed to me.” At that moment, she could read how sorrowful he was, just from his eyes. The whole afternoon, the two of them sat outside of the parking lot where there was a small garden. He was talking lightly, and she was listening quietly.
Since that day, people often saw the two of them sitting in the small garden in the evenings; the one was talking lightly, and the other was listening quietly. The breeze, the smell of flowers and the moon light enveloped them; it looked like a beautiful picture. After several months, the picture had a slight adjustment. She snuggled her head onto his shoulder, they were hand in hand.
Life is a mellow wine, life is a melodious song. The happy life is only prepared for those who value what they owned today.
We dropped ourselves on the greasy
earth of the port. Cannonades were
roaring all the night. The only
light in the deep darkness was
from the archery of the heavy war
guns. The soldiers behind the
armaments risked life and limb
without knowing their ears were
bleeding. We just opened our
mouth and closed our ears and
shouted as louder as we could. It
seemed having the peace and quiet
was a faraway memory. We had to
grin and bear the calamity that
stupid scholars brought to our
country.
Here and there, women and children
were crying, those who
shouted: “Down with Shah!” - Maybe
it was first and foremost time
that they understood their wrong
choice, being tools in the hands
of capitalists of the world to
destroy their own country in a
stupid idea for making an
Islamotopia. It was
the long way, little by little, to
being sick and tired of hearing
the scholars’ lies about the
religion.
I, a twelve years old girl, who
never shouted against Shah like
others, hided down on the earth
like others, but thought in
another way:
“I have to be like the Little
Black Fish of Samad Behrangi,
swimming against the flowing
river. I have to reach the sea,
not to die in the swamps, and not
to fear of death.”
That was a turning point in my
life. I cannot forget it. Again
and again, that horrible night
comes to my memory and the
decision that I made that night.
It was the last night that I ever
frightened from a bombardment
again. The fear completely left
me. In that time, I didn’t know
the war will continue for
almost eight years. In Persian,
we have a probable: “Fear is the
bosom friend of death.” When I
faced with death, I put behind the
fear of death for ever.
Lily got up in the morning and found her apartment was like a battle field again. Beer tins were here and there. She knew it was Bob—her husband did it now and again. First and foremost headache was—this was Canada and having a maid was logically not possible. She couldn’t understand why Bob just didn’t want simply made this two-year-immigrant-life short and sweet. It was safe and sound for him of course—just enjoyed himself in casino and computer games. But Lily was sick and tired. All in all, this was the ninth year of their marriage and Bob’s childishness remained on and on. Again and again, Lily found they had almost nothing to talk or even fight. Little by little, Lily just did all the cleaning round and round without complaining. All in all, this was the meaning of marrying each other—torture the partner until one is unwilling to be vulnerable any more.
What a piece of trash!
"First and foremost it's not that I hate Camille, I simply do not enjoy her company."
"How does that make any sense Chris?"
"Come on, your telling me your not sick and tired of her endless ranting and raving?"
"Most of the time I can just filter out her nonsense and have a good time."
"Well, unlike you, I get all in all annoyed from people quite quickly."
"Isn't that the truth..."
“How is he?” was the father’s first question when he got back.
“He wakes up now and again because of the pain, and starts crying” said the mother glad to see her husband safe and sound.
“Now, stop crying on and on” he said, “I know it’s unbearable to see a child suffering, but you have to be strong for him! I am sure he will gain his health little by little.”
Wiping her tears with her sleeves, she said, “I hope so, too.”
"I heard you stayed with Betty yesterday."
"We are classmates; we studied together, doing the homework."
"The kiss was one of your assignments? Listen, I am sick and tired of hearing what you explained. Let’s break up."
"Don’t go. Give me one more chance. You love me , don’t you?"
"Yes, I love you, but it doesn’t mean I will just have to grin and bear it."
“Since this neighour came in, we hardly get peace and quiet in our apartment.”
“He makes his room as a workshop hitting and drilling on and on. I am sick and tired with the industrial noise, you know.”
“Me too. Yesterday the high decibel sound almost broke my eardrum; I wonder if he was using pneumatic tool in his room! Do you think we need to rant and scrape about the huge noise? ”
“Let us grin and bear it temporally. Anyway, keeping a good relation is the first and foremost thing.”
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“Mr. B will work at our department soon. He is appointed to be our leader.”
“Your voice’s so ominous that seems like to say a wolf will come.”
“You know he is good-for-nothing, but a typical bureaucratic politician.”
“I know, but we need to grin and bear it.”
Since then, we are under his eternal correct leadership. I know he doesn’t like me, for I never bow and scrape him. And I don’t rant and rape him as possible as I can, for I also know he is a snob.
Putting my body and soul into my work, I got the “modal worker’” again and again, year by year. I don’t work for anyone like him but for my motherland.
Words:118
Maria finally decided to leave the house. It was her 18th birthday when she got on the late night bus heading for New York. There were only a few passengers on the bus here and there, mostly asleep. Maria was wide awake tightly holding her little bag. As the bus moved on, she began to relax little by little and felt her body and soul filled with relief and expectations. Why shouldn’t I have done it earlier? Since after her mother died, the last ten years have been a never ending ordeal to her. Her father was sitting in the couch holding beer cans and chips till midnight and her three elder brothers ranting and raving about the dinner Maria prepared and about the shirts and pants if not properly ironed. At first Maria, as the only girl in the family, felt responsible for house chores, but as everyone took her hard work completely for granted, she became sick and tired. She was good at school and was especially talented in singing and dancing. She secretly wished to run away and go to Broadway for an audition, but there was no way for her to do that without any money. She had to grin and bear it until she saved up enough to pay for the bus and at least one month rent. First and foremost, she wanted to finish her high school, which was her promise to her mother. Now the day has come. She knew that she was risking her life and limb if she got caught by her three ever demanding brothers and the thankless father, but she couldn’t resist vanishing from the depressing trap. In a frosty winter morning, she arrived in the city of her dream safe and sound and bravely marched into her own life.
She was an immigrant to an unfamiliar country. At first, she could not get any peace and calm. Then, she put body and soul to get to know everything.
The time was hard, but she had to grin and bear it because she had no choice.
"It rains on and on, and I'm sick and tired of Vancouver's weather!"
"You have to grin and bear it because you told me that Vancouver is the best city to live in before we came here!"
"Please don't rant and rave. If you don't like this topic, we can change it."
"Don't talk round and round. I like to be straightforward. Could you please stop grumbling the weather again and again? I need peace and quiet! You have to get used to the weather little by little."
"Ok, first and foremost, I think I shold learn to bow and scrape for getting along with you."
I cannot get a peace and quiet in our house when I have noisemakers as family. My sister-in-law scolds at her oldest daughter almost every night for being mean to her brother and sister. The sister will go on and on that the mom always supports her two kids when they do something bad.
I will turn in bed and yell out to them that somebody needs to sleep, and it would quiet at that moment. Little by little, I will start falling asleep.
However, they’ll start arguing again, oblivious to my complaint. I’m getting sick and tired of their arguments, but I can do nothing to stop them. I’ll just have to grin and bear it.
My favorite place is at where I can enjoy peace and quiet and put my body and soul into a real rest. But it is not the right time to have a rest. I need go on and on about studying and little by little to improve my English level. During the lasted half year I have been sick and tired of the limitation of my oral English. When shopping ,eating ,searching job and so on, I always undergo embarrassment again and again here and there. So, the first and foremost is to enhance my listening and speaking so that I can be fit for the daily life in Canada.
It is five o ‘clock in the morning and she is smoking outside. If she doesn’t want to open the store on time, why dose she come early? If I ask why she is doing that, she would be rude with me. I don’t want to complain again and again to the management, but I am really sick and tired working with her
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