Below is my drafted Newspaper/School Newsletter column for our internal on Friday.
We can basically write about anything that's appropriate.
Spent a whole day on it on Sunday (except Church :D) but finally got into it at like 9 o'clock at night. I know Mrs Krohn said it's "amazing" but something about it just really annoys me. I think it's the lack of hard out words, especially compared to Nancy's. I read her first sentence then literally gave up. Sigh, but then again, my vocabulary is too limited to write hard out words...
Oh well.
Your comments are much appreciated.
Thank you :)
Oh and can you guys think of a better title...
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A Christmas Cheer
“Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way…”
When the all-so-familiar “Ho Ho Ho” of this ringtone rises above even the tooting of cars, we are reminded once again of chaos. The mad rush to Riccarton mall for your distant Uncle Ben, your great-grandmother whose need for fake teeth is over budget so you buy her chocolate instead, your two cousins once removed that have finally grown out of the Lego stage, and then obviously, there is your immediate family, consisting of you mum, your dad, your little sister Sarah and your older brother Jack. Along your journey, naturally you cannot forget the most important person of all – yourself, especially when you spot those Nike Trainers on ten percent special in Rebel Sports. You make yet another mental note. It’s time to remind your beloved mother once again. But of course, this entire month of shopping craze represents our love for Jesus, the Christmas spirit and our desire for global happiness…Right?
Now stop. Rewind. 2009 years ago, a newly born baby boy is being wrapped in white linen inside the comfort of a stable. Accompanying him are only the constant bellows of donkeys and an occasional deep grunt of an ox. But beneath this outwardly modest birth is an extraordinary destiny - this baby is to become the Savior of mankind.
“You better watch out, You better not cry, Better not pout, I'm telling you why, Santa Claus is coming to town.” The minute you get off the bus in Central City, your attention is drawn to the ear-splitting waffle crackling over the loudspeakers. You cross the road and come to the source of the commotion. The annual Ballantynes display! The crimson red and Persian green colors leap out at you, clawing at your eyes. For a second you lose all sense of gravity. But then you’re drawn in. Slowly your eyes adjust. You walk closer. You begin to notice that beneath the disarray there are actual figures - Santa’s little elves, Rudolph and fellow reindeer, bright pink angels, fairies, gnomes, snowmen, penguins… And of course, the man all children behave for, Santa Claus! With his slight twinkle in the eye and dazzling jolly smile, it’s no wonder he attracts more people than both Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie.
The Cathedral tower strikes twelve. Angels appear above the clouds. They radiate an aura that illuminates the night. The news of a miracle is shouted from the heavens and carried by their wings into the winds below.
“T’was the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.” It’s Christmas Eve! You’ve made your final preparations and triple-checked your stocking is hanging higher than your sister’s on your fireplace. The Salt and Vinegar’s been opened neatly into a bowl, your mother’s famous Creme Brulee has been heated to exact perfection, the knife and fork is laid out on either side, a bowl of jelly tip ice cream is steadily turning from a triangular pyramid to an upside-down dome. Upstairs, you try to sleep but your brain just cannot switch into off mode. Even when your brother screams at you to stop the bed-squeaking, you still cannot lie silent. One thought has been put on replay for the past two hours, “Is Santa finally coming?”
The three wise men hear of the news. They follow the star in the east to the manger. Here, they present their gifts of gold, incense, and myrrh.
“We wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas, And a happy New Year.” You leap down the stairs two-at-a-time. But sadly, your brother’s already opened two presents. Never mind, you roll up your sleeves and get down to business. Surprise! Your Nike Trainers! Attached is a note, “With love, from your mum and dad.” You glance at it briefly with a satisfied smile then move on to the bulky sized paper package. It’s the entire set of Twilight! Your smile increases by one-fraction-of-a-centimeter on either side. You keep moving, your hands are more eager than your racing heart. You rip open the slightly old-fashioned deranged wrapping. Inside, you discover your great-grandmother’s entire collection of ‘modern’ gramophone music, consisting mostly of Bessie Smith and Duke Ellington. Sigh, at least now the box of ‘thoughtful’ presents can be filled up. Eventually though, the pile of presents begins to fade. Beneath the vivid array of wrapping paper, you notice a tiny black box that has been overlooked, sitting quietly under the Christmas tree. You reach out and gently open the box. Inside are the remnants of what once would have been a beautifully intricate golden cross, but the tarnish has eroded its surface. It no longer shines like a newly crafted masterpiece. It has passed through too many hands, experienced too many joys and misgivings of life. The cross has now turned a dull shade of autumn brown. Time has eroded its value.
“Silent night, Holy night, Son of God, love's pure light. Radiant beams from Thy holy face, With the dawn of redeeming grace. Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth, Jesus, Lord at Thy birth.” The true value of Christmas. It's time to make a choice.
Mum, go return those Nikes.
Wednesday 13 May 2009
Friday 8 May 2009
母亲节
星期天，也就是后天，母亲节就到了
伍丹让我在那天对着全教会作见证分享
昨晚写了一夜
希望你们能帮我看看 跟我说点意见等等
哈哈 写完后我把它用google translator翻译过来
笑死了
慢慢看吧～
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母亲节到了
还记得一周前伍丹给我打电话让我今天分享的时候，我就想，母亲是那么伟大的一个人，我怎么可能用短短的几句话来表达对她的感激呢？
每一个人都有一位爱她的母亲。不管在什么时候，在什么地方，妈妈永远是最爱你的。大家可能很少会停住我们忙碌的生活，来回想母亲为你从小到大付出的点点滴滴。其实当你回过头来，你将会发现“世上只有妈妈好”这短短的一句话背后的含义有多么的深刻。
还记得小时候妈妈带着我回娘家。那是我才一岁多吧。当时因为抱着我，所以看不到脚下的路。后来走着走着，“啤啊——”就摔进了一个很大的坑里。在里面呆了好长时间，最后终于被一位叔叔救了出来。虽然可能只是个小小的事故，可是为了保护我妈妈的大拇指因此骨折了。后来她跟我说，“当时我脑子里只想着要保护你。别的什么也不重要。只要你没有受伤，我忍受再多的痛也没关系。”当我听到的时候，我立刻就哭了。能愿意这么毫不犹豫的为你付出自己生命的一个人，一位母亲，她是多么的伟大呀。
后来我四岁的那一年，我和爸爸妈妈移民到新西兰。当时还没有我妹妹。妈妈为了让我能趁早把英文学好，每一天都会耐心的陪着我看电视，读书，写字，做题等等等，为的只是希望我能早日成才。我从小也是一个特别挑食的孩子，但同样的妈妈出自于爱，一口一口细心的把我喂大。
可是就在我五岁的那一年，我们全家的命运改变了。96年底我妹妹进入了我们的人生。认识我们家的人大概都知道我妹妹跟普通的孩子不一样吧…
在她的身上我相信我父母付出的可能比任何父母都还要多。也就因为如此，从小我就学会了独立。自从她的出生，妈妈就基本上把所有的时间跟精力放在她的身上，爸爸也忙着做家务事，所以我从很小就学会把所有的心事压在自己的心里，不想给父母增加更多的麻烦。也就因为如此，我学会把自己封闭起来，把门关上，自己坐在屋子里。
但是我觉得我可以很诚实的说，我从来都没有嫉妒过我妹妹，因为我理解家里的情况。但是有时候心里真的会感觉到一种很沉重的伤痛。特别是当我看到别的孩子可以单独跟妈妈一起出去玩，我却不能。
我常常就会觉想，“为什么我身边的朋友可以这么自由的跟自己的妈妈出去喝一杯咖啡？为什么我从来都没有这个机会？一年能出去一次，哪怕一天也好…却去不了。”
记得有一次真的伤透了父母的心。那时候还在上小学吧…晚上我忘记为什么跟妈妈吵架了，可是当时我把所有心里承受的压力跟痛苦都抱怨到父母的身上。当时我就问妈妈说，“你们是不是不爱我了？”那时的我真的以为父母并不关心我的存在，真的不再爱我了。好多次我想过，能完全逃出这个黑暗的世界该是多么的幸福。
但后来妈妈同样流着泪水，跟我说，“父母永远是最爱你的。”我突然看到了一位疲倦的妈妈。因为上帝在她的身上赐下的重担，因为命运的痛苦，因为她的爱心和责任感，因为她的无奈，她的自责，她的迫不得已…我才知道，其实她也并不希望这样子。但命运偏偏不给她这个机会，让我们能拥有更多单独的回忆。从那次我才知道自己真的伤透了父母的心。妈妈对不起…
其实回过头来，回想这12年一家人度过的风风雨雨，就感觉真的从到‘死因的幽谷’走了出来。真的能感觉到神的带领。不管如何，每个人都还是健康的，为了这个我要感谢神。最起码家里的情况一天一天的在好转，为了这个我也要感谢神。更重要的，我要为了一位这么伟大的母亲而感谢神。虽然她可能并不是在我的身上付出那么多，可是，通过我妹妹，我亲眼看到母爱的力量。我也体会到爱和责任心能战胜的困难。母亲的付出，用心和决心战胜了那‘死因的幽谷。’
在这里，我想对妈妈说几句话，
“妈妈，诗篇23：4说，
我虽然行过死荫的幽谷，也不怕遭害。因为你与我同在。你的杖，你的竿，都安慰我。
既然我们家已经走出了那死因的幽谷，以后的日子只能越来越好。请你相信上帝，把一生以来，从小到大累积的痛苦、重担都交托给神。相信他，他会背着你走下以后的人生。妈妈，谢谢你”
在这里，我也想代表所有的青少年团契祝所有的妈妈们，母亲节快乐！
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The translation
Mother's Day to the
伍丹recall a week ago to give me a call, let me share today, I wanted to, the mother is so great a person, how could I use just a few words to express her gratitude to them?
Everyone has a mother love her. No matter when, where, my mother will always be your favorite. You may rarely stopped our busy lives, to recall his mother from small to large for you to pay the little bit. In fact, when you come back to, you will find "there is only a good mother," this short sentence the meaning behind how profound.
Still remember when I returned home with her mother. That is more than one year old, I was right. At that time, because with me, so do not see the road at the foot. Later, walked, "ah beer -" to fall into a big pit. Stayed there a long time and finally was rescued by an uncle. It may be just a small accident, but in order to protect my mother's thumb, therefore the fracture. Later she told me that, "At that time, I just want to mind the need to protect you. Nothing else important. As long as you do not have injuries, the pain I put up with it does not matter more." When I heard, I immediately tears. So do not hesitate to willingness to pay for your own life, a person, a mother, how great she is you.
Later that year my four-year-old, I and my parents immigrated to New Zealand. At that time, not my sister. Mother as early as possible in order so that I can learn English every day and I will accompany the patient watching television, reading, writing, and title and so on and so on, as the only hope I can become as soon as possible. I am being choosy food from a young age is also a special children, but from the same mother in love, one of a carefully fed me great.
But in my five-year-old year, we changed the fate of the whole family. 96 at the end of my sister into our life. Awareness of our people will know my sister with the children not the same as the general right ...
In her I am sure that my parents could pay more than any parents. Also because of this, from an early age I learned independence. Since her birth, my mother basically all the time with the focus on her, her father was also busy doing housework, so I learned from a very small mind all the pressure in their own heart, do not want to give parents more trouble. Also because of this, I learned how to put together their own closed, shut the door, sitting in their house.
But I think I can honestly say that I have never been jealous of my sister, because I understand the situation at home. But sometimes the heart really feel a very heavy pain. Especially when I saw the other children can be together with her mother out to play, I can not.
I often would feel like, "Why do I can be friends with the freedom of their own mother out to drink a cup of coffee? Why am I never this opportunity? To go out once a year, or even a day ... but to them."
Remember that the parents really heart broken. Was still at primary school it ... I forgot why quarrel with her mother, but when I put all the pressure was painful with all the parents who complained. At that time, I asked my mother said, "you do not love me?" At the time, I really think that parents do not care about my existence, really no longer love me. I have thought many times to completely escape the dark world of how the well-being.
The same mother but tears of water, told me that "parents will always be your favorite." I suddenly saw a tired mother. Because God in her body thanks to the heavy burden because of the fate of suffering, because of her love and sense of responsibility, because of her helplessness, her remorse, her last resort ... I know that she does not want to like this. But fate but do not give her opportunity for us to have more separate memories. From that I really know that they had broken the hearts of parents. Mom I am sorry ...
In fact, come back to, I recall that a family spent 12 years of ups and downs, we feel it from the 'death valley' came out. Really felt led by God. In any case, everyone is healthy, for this I would like to thank God. Home at least the situation is improving day by day, for this I would also like to thank God. More importantly, I would like to order a such a great mother and thank God. Although she may not have in my body so much, but my sister, I have witnessed the power of motherly love. I understand the love and responsibility can overcome the difficulties. To pay the mother's intention and determination to beat it 'cause of death of the Valley. '
Here, I would like to say a few words to her mother,
"Mum, Psalm 23:4 says,
Although the trip I had the shadow of death valleys, will not be afraid. Because you are with me. Your stick, your success, I have comfort.
Since we are already out of the Valley of the cause of death, the future can only get better and better. You believe in God, and since his life, from small to large accumulation of suffering, the burden God has entrusted. I believe him, he will back after you stepped down from the life. Mom, thank you "
Here, on behalf of all I would like to wish all the youth fellowship of the mothers, Happy Mother's Day!
伍丹让我在那天对着全教会作见证分享
昨晚写了一夜
希望你们能帮我看看 跟我说点意见等等
哈哈 写完后我把它用google translator翻译过来
笑死了
慢慢看吧～
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母亲节到了
还记得一周前伍丹给我打电话让我今天分享的时候，我就想，母亲是那么伟大的一个人，我怎么可能用短短的几句话来表达对她的感激呢？
每一个人都有一位爱她的母亲。不管在什么时候，在什么地方，妈妈永远是最爱你的。大家可能很少会停住我们忙碌的生活，来回想母亲为你从小到大付出的点点滴滴。其实当你回过头来，你将会发现“世上只有妈妈好”这短短的一句话背后的含义有多么的深刻。
还记得小时候妈妈带着我回娘家。那是我才一岁多吧。当时因为抱着我，所以看不到脚下的路。后来走着走着，“啤啊——”就摔进了一个很大的坑里。在里面呆了好长时间，最后终于被一位叔叔救了出来。虽然可能只是个小小的事故，可是为了保护我妈妈的大拇指因此骨折了。后来她跟我说，“当时我脑子里只想着要保护你。别的什么也不重要。只要你没有受伤，我忍受再多的痛也没关系。”当我听到的时候，我立刻就哭了。能愿意这么毫不犹豫的为你付出自己生命的一个人，一位母亲，她是多么的伟大呀。
后来我四岁的那一年，我和爸爸妈妈移民到新西兰。当时还没有我妹妹。妈妈为了让我能趁早把英文学好，每一天都会耐心的陪着我看电视，读书，写字，做题等等等，为的只是希望我能早日成才。我从小也是一个特别挑食的孩子，但同样的妈妈出自于爱，一口一口细心的把我喂大。
可是就在我五岁的那一年，我们全家的命运改变了。96年底我妹妹进入了我们的人生。认识我们家的人大概都知道我妹妹跟普通的孩子不一样吧…
在她的身上我相信我父母付出的可能比任何父母都还要多。也就因为如此，从小我就学会了独立。自从她的出生，妈妈就基本上把所有的时间跟精力放在她的身上，爸爸也忙着做家务事，所以我从很小就学会把所有的心事压在自己的心里，不想给父母增加更多的麻烦。也就因为如此，我学会把自己封闭起来，把门关上，自己坐在屋子里。
但是我觉得我可以很诚实的说，我从来都没有嫉妒过我妹妹，因为我理解家里的情况。但是有时候心里真的会感觉到一种很沉重的伤痛。特别是当我看到别的孩子可以单独跟妈妈一起出去玩，我却不能。
我常常就会觉想，“为什么我身边的朋友可以这么自由的跟自己的妈妈出去喝一杯咖啡？为什么我从来都没有这个机会？一年能出去一次，哪怕一天也好…却去不了。”
记得有一次真的伤透了父母的心。那时候还在上小学吧…晚上我忘记为什么跟妈妈吵架了，可是当时我把所有心里承受的压力跟痛苦都抱怨到父母的身上。当时我就问妈妈说，“你们是不是不爱我了？”那时的我真的以为父母并不关心我的存在，真的不再爱我了。好多次我想过，能完全逃出这个黑暗的世界该是多么的幸福。
但后来妈妈同样流着泪水，跟我说，“父母永远是最爱你的。”我突然看到了一位疲倦的妈妈。因为上帝在她的身上赐下的重担，因为命运的痛苦，因为她的爱心和责任感，因为她的无奈，她的自责，她的迫不得已…我才知道，其实她也并不希望这样子。但命运偏偏不给她这个机会，让我们能拥有更多单独的回忆。从那次我才知道自己真的伤透了父母的心。妈妈对不起…
其实回过头来，回想这12年一家人度过的风风雨雨，就感觉真的从到‘死因的幽谷’走了出来。真的能感觉到神的带领。不管如何，每个人都还是健康的，为了这个我要感谢神。最起码家里的情况一天一天的在好转，为了这个我也要感谢神。更重要的，我要为了一位这么伟大的母亲而感谢神。虽然她可能并不是在我的身上付出那么多，可是，通过我妹妹，我亲眼看到母爱的力量。我也体会到爱和责任心能战胜的困难。母亲的付出，用心和决心战胜了那‘死因的幽谷。’
在这里，我想对妈妈说几句话，
“妈妈，诗篇23：4说，
我虽然行过死荫的幽谷，也不怕遭害。因为你与我同在。你的杖，你的竿，都安慰我。
既然我们家已经走出了那死因的幽谷，以后的日子只能越来越好。请你相信上帝，把一生以来，从小到大累积的痛苦、重担都交托给神。相信他，他会背着你走下以后的人生。妈妈，谢谢你”
在这里，我也想代表所有的青少年团契祝所有的妈妈们，母亲节快乐！
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The translation
Mother's Day to the
伍丹recall a week ago to give me a call, let me share today, I wanted to, the mother is so great a person, how could I use just a few words to express her gratitude to them?
Everyone has a mother love her. No matter when, where, my mother will always be your favorite. You may rarely stopped our busy lives, to recall his mother from small to large for you to pay the little bit. In fact, when you come back to, you will find "there is only a good mother," this short sentence the meaning behind how profound.
Still remember when I returned home with her mother. That is more than one year old, I was right. At that time, because with me, so do not see the road at the foot. Later, walked, "ah beer -" to fall into a big pit. Stayed there a long time and finally was rescued by an uncle. It may be just a small accident, but in order to protect my mother's thumb, therefore the fracture. Later she told me that, "At that time, I just want to mind the need to protect you. Nothing else important. As long as you do not have injuries, the pain I put up with it does not matter more." When I heard, I immediately tears. So do not hesitate to willingness to pay for your own life, a person, a mother, how great she is you.
Later that year my four-year-old, I and my parents immigrated to New Zealand. At that time, not my sister. Mother as early as possible in order so that I can learn English every day and I will accompany the patient watching television, reading, writing, and title and so on and so on, as the only hope I can become as soon as possible. I am being choosy food from a young age is also a special children, but from the same mother in love, one of a carefully fed me great.
But in my five-year-old year, we changed the fate of the whole family. 96 at the end of my sister into our life. Awareness of our people will know my sister with the children not the same as the general right ...
In her I am sure that my parents could pay more than any parents. Also because of this, from an early age I learned independence. Since her birth, my mother basically all the time with the focus on her, her father was also busy doing housework, so I learned from a very small mind all the pressure in their own heart, do not want to give parents more trouble. Also because of this, I learned how to put together their own closed, shut the door, sitting in their house.
But I think I can honestly say that I have never been jealous of my sister, because I understand the situation at home. But sometimes the heart really feel a very heavy pain. Especially when I saw the other children can be together with her mother out to play, I can not.
I often would feel like, "Why do I can be friends with the freedom of their own mother out to drink a cup of coffee? Why am I never this opportunity? To go out once a year, or even a day ... but to them."
Remember that the parents really heart broken. Was still at primary school it ... I forgot why quarrel with her mother, but when I put all the pressure was painful with all the parents who complained. At that time, I asked my mother said, "you do not love me?" At the time, I really think that parents do not care about my existence, really no longer love me. I have thought many times to completely escape the dark world of how the well-being.
The same mother but tears of water, told me that "parents will always be your favorite." I suddenly saw a tired mother. Because God in her body thanks to the heavy burden because of the fate of suffering, because of her love and sense of responsibility, because of her helplessness, her remorse, her last resort ... I know that she does not want to like this. But fate but do not give her opportunity for us to have more separate memories. From that I really know that they had broken the hearts of parents. Mom I am sorry ...
In fact, come back to, I recall that a family spent 12 years of ups and downs, we feel it from the 'death valley' came out. Really felt led by God. In any case, everyone is healthy, for this I would like to thank God. Home at least the situation is improving day by day, for this I would also like to thank God. More importantly, I would like to order a such a great mother and thank God. Although she may not have in my body so much, but my sister, I have witnessed the power of motherly love. I understand the love and responsibility can overcome the difficulties. To pay the mother's intention and determination to beat it 'cause of death of the Valley. '
Here, I would like to say a few words to her mother,
"Mum, Psalm 23:4 says,
Although the trip I had the shadow of death valleys, will not be afraid. Because you are with me. Your stick, your success, I have comfort.
Since we are already out of the Valley of the cause of death, the future can only get better and better. You believe in God, and since his life, from small to large accumulation of suffering, the burden God has entrusted. I believe him, he will back after you stepped down from the life. Mom, thank you "
Here, on behalf of all I would like to wish all the youth fellowship of the mothers, Happy Mother's Day!
Rain rain go away
Today was what I'd classify as an epic experience.
Finally an afternoon without Stage Challenge rehearsals, Jenny and I decided to hit the mall for some serious present-shopping. (Why have so many people got birthdays in May?!) Anyhow, we walked to the bus stop on Memorial Road, with two umbrellas between five people. Haha, Alex, Naveen (brown-boy) and Hayley got forced to wait in the pouring rain with us! I swear "2 minutes" on the bus timer thingy is the equivalent of 10 on a wet day...
After finally getting off the bus, we went to the one and only place everyone loves... MACCAS! Yummm junk food :D Then shop+shop+more shopping, I brought my cowboy hat for Wacky week next week! Excited much! Hehe can't wait to show it off...
Then comes the climax of our journey, or should i say, my journey...?
We got to the Riccarton Road bus stop just on time. Bus 19 and the Orbitor were fighting each other to get first on the time schedule. In the end Orbitor won. Oh well, I had to watch Jenny get on that big green bus. I swear I got onto 19.. But for some reason it travelled all the way down Riccarton Rd. By the time it hit church corner, an alarm bell suddenly went "ting!"
I went up to ask the bus driver...
"Is this bus 19 sir?"
"No, this is 81. It goes to Lincoln..."
Holy cr*p.
I got off and started walking back to Clyde, hoping to catch 19.. somehow...
Thankfully the downcast had turned to just some slight spitting. But, just like life, God likes to test people. As i got to the Clyde intersection, it started pouring. I like it to pour when I'm inside my room, curled up in bed, listening to the pit-pat-pit of the gentle drumming of the raindrops. Not when you're stuck outside in the dark without an umbrella, kms away from home, supposed to be at a made-up "stage challenge rehearsal" so you can't call your parents, and you're carrying all your school books since tomorrow's the weekend, stage challenge performance gear and a new cowboy hat...
It was a long, cold,soggy, heavy, dark experience indeed.
I eventually got home an hour later, literally "wet through"
However, I did learn two lessons:
a. Always carry an umbrella
b. Listen to Jenny. Maybe I should've just gone on the Orbitor after all.
Talk about epic.
Finally an afternoon without Stage Challenge rehearsals, Jenny and I decided to hit the mall for some serious present-shopping. (Why have so many people got birthdays in May?!) Anyhow, we walked to the bus stop on Memorial Road, with two umbrellas between five people. Haha, Alex, Naveen (brown-boy) and Hayley got forced to wait in the pouring rain with us! I swear "2 minutes" on the bus timer thingy is the equivalent of 10 on a wet day...
After finally getting off the bus, we went to the one and only place everyone loves... MACCAS! Yummm junk food :D Then shop+shop+more shopping, I brought my cowboy hat for Wacky week next week! Excited much! Hehe can't wait to show it off...
Then comes the climax of our journey, or should i say, my journey...?
We got to the Riccarton Road bus stop just on time. Bus 19 and the Orbitor were fighting each other to get first on the time schedule. In the end Orbitor won. Oh well, I had to watch Jenny get on that big green bus. I swear I got onto 19.. But for some reason it travelled all the way down Riccarton Rd. By the time it hit church corner, an alarm bell suddenly went "ting!"
I went up to ask the bus driver...
"Is this bus 19 sir?"
"No, this is 81. It goes to Lincoln..."
Holy cr*p.
I got off and started walking back to Clyde, hoping to catch 19.. somehow...
Thankfully the downcast had turned to just some slight spitting. But, just like life, God likes to test people. As i got to the Clyde intersection, it started pouring. I like it to pour when I'm inside my room, curled up in bed, listening to the pit-pat-pit of the gentle drumming of the raindrops. Not when you're stuck outside in the dark without an umbrella, kms away from home, supposed to be at a made-up "stage challenge rehearsal" so you can't call your parents, and you're carrying all your school books since tomorrow's the weekend, stage challenge performance gear and a new cowboy hat...
It was a long, cold,soggy, heavy, dark experience indeed.
I eventually got home an hour later, literally "wet through"
However, I did learn two lessons:
a. Always carry an umbrella
b. Listen to Jenny. Maybe I should've just gone on the Orbitor after all.
Talk about epic.
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