I suppose that she strike a false note

Tonight my mom phoned me again, and that was the third time she called since last Saturday. I think I'm gradually losing my patience: The first call was bad news. Uncle Ping who got a cancer fainted while helping Uncle SehGiu in the farm. The cancer cells had spread to his brain, but the doctor diagnosed that there is still 70% of strike-rate, which indicates that curing from this disease still remains hope. There is still a slim hope of success, so actually it was not really bad news. What made me frustrated was that my mom's superstition. She said that she is unable to visit Uncle Ping because the fortune-teller told her not to attend any funerals or grievous occasions this year. Also, she mentioned that if my brother and I were still at our hometown, we could represent her to visit Uncle Ping. It was not our first time being her representative; are we still responsible to do so even though we are not at her side? I could almost expect what my aunts and cousins responses would be then. Of course they won't blame us, but just my mom.

I didn't remember what's her contents of the second call, maybe it was a call about her bad health. If what the fortune-teller told is true, why isn't she healthy now? What she talked to me tonight was that my uncle had finally succeeded in his critical operation. Needless to say, there are still cancer cells in his brain, they are not totally cleaned off; however, it is still considered lucky to overcome this difficulty. I knew that she won't want to spend that money on that treatment as she even suggested not to take this course. But it is rather like sending his own brother's life away than rescue him from suffering if you don't offer money to help him. Why couldn't she understand? Why nobody included me dare to make her understand?

My Aunt Moi is always the sponsor for the medical treatment fee of Uncle Ping. She is the most considerate of all and she is the one who cares brotherliness the most among all my aunts and uncles. Perhaps my mom is the worst. She even gave up the opportunity to see Uncle Ping's last face, if that unfortune really happened. I couldn't fight her back otherwise she would think of nobody is with her, which then leads her to hypochondria that I most worried about. I think Aunt Moi did talk back, maybe she have scolded my mom for not accompanying her to the hospital, because my mom complained a lot to me about her just now. She told me that if Aunt Moi so wanted to help him then go ahead and help why did she want my mom to get together?

After listening her grumbles, I think i owe Aunt Moi a debt again. A debt of human kindness that will endless to pay off.

Ｌｉｔｔｌｅ Ｔｏｕｃｈ

3months after school starts, I realize that some of my acquaintances have dropped off the edge of earth. Actually there's one I haven't met so far since summer break's over. I think he might be very busy in his last-year-study of collegiate life. So, I just wish him to take care of his own health despite spending the whole time for study. The other is my previous roommate--Wen, who is diligently preparing for her future graduate school. Once you fail in the exam, your dream will be bursted up just like a balloon. She told me that the coming exam is really important for her. I remember I was feeling so sick two weeks ago, and she was kind of dropped in to visit me and then found me sick coincidently. I was really touched, she came to me after her whole-day of tuition class, just to give me a hello kitty--a popular dividend everybody is collecting in 7-11 convenience store lately. I was not fond of hello kitty that much, but I just told her once that it is really rarely to see any doraemon, hello kitty, or dragonbear merchandise selling in Malaysia. However, I didn't expect that she would keep it in mind for so long, that's why I was really touched. In return, I went to visit her last Saturday's night. I gave her some draft papers which I had collected for a period and a PRINGLE onion chips as an encouragement while she is studying. So both of us are really touching each other's heart I think.

There was one more thing happenned recently which made me moved too. Once．I found that my bicycle was collapsed last Wednesday after Japanese class because of the strong wind. The iron chain lost its way from the gearwheel and I was totally not-knowing what could I do. I have no experience at fixing it. At the time I gave up to do anything and ready to go, a senior offered her help immediately. That seemed a little easy at first but my bicycle’s iron chain was too old to move by the wooden chopstick. I wanted her to stop fixing it because I saw that her hands were dirty after it. But she wasn’t listened and didn’t mean to give up so fast. Then her companion turned out to help her. Finally my bicycle was repaired and they both got a pair of dirty hands. I was quite ashamed, so I accompanied them to wash their hands after that. I knew I was really appreciated what they did, and it was such an affecting scene that I would not forget. What I was mostly touching is that—I haven’t known her so deep, we are not so familiar to each other, but she offered her help without a minute of doubtness!

sick for weeks...

I am terribly sick recently, having a bad flu as most people do. I hadn't thought that I would be sick for over a week; these are true nightmares for me. Since I was too weak to get out of the dorm during weekends, I took sick leave at some of my part-time-jobs too .In addition, I skipped the classes for two days and was doing quite bad in my mid-term exam paper. Nonetheless, it had all over today, which meant there was no turning point for my fate in the test. The last I did bad was the English Literature. The answers were in my head but I figured them out just after the exam. My mind was awfully blank while writing down the answer of essay questions, they were even not yet completed as the professor said, " Time's up." Maybe everybody is having fun at this moment, because the mid-term exam has really become the past.However, it isn't my holiday. Two quizzes , one composition, and a transciption of NPR-- these things are killing me! So this weekend I am going to stay at the dorm other than the time to work. Oh! I have to wake up to work at 8am tomorrow. Am I not having fun for my life? It is totally dull and even having not enough time to be so dull. What's more, the global warming stuff that Michael wanted us to prepare for our coming mid-term(his mid-term is always delayed so that we won't be stressed to prepare it with other subjects during the mid-term week, which I prefer this way very much.) is really tough for me. I even can't understand some points and I think others are not getting the idea too but I think we really should start helping each other for it,oKay? At last, I hope there will be no more snivelling while typing my next journal~><

Pada Malam saya lupa Bahasa Melayu...*(At the night i forgot Malay language)

A funniest thing happened a few minutes ago. My brother asked me about some Malay language words tonight through the MSN because there are some Malaysian authoritarians coming to his campus this Sunday and he is charged to welcome them in the reception. It was a great challenge for me who didn’t speak the national language for a long time. It is not my mother tongue, either. Furthermore, I was not in an environment that full of Malay people. Therefore, those are the excuses I gave for my absent-minded. Come on, here is Taiwan, man…Don’t force me. I was all nerves after he asked me those words, for I couldn’t remember all of them, and my mind was mixed them up with different other words. Finally, I seek for help from my one of my Malaysian friend. Compare to him, he remember all those words while I felt hard to figure out. But only when he told me I was just like reminded of the past. It is so ridiculous that I finally found out that I have forgotten Malay Language today. Oh, my god!

Forget about the conversation that we had, my brother was the first to give up then. He was exhausted and needed to take rest right after it. So I yelled him to leave fast for disturbing me in writing this journal. It was so unkind of him, so black-hearted! (Ｃｒｙｉｎｇ)　

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BechHam CHia

I went to Tainan to meet up with my childhood brother last Saturday. It was an exotic trip for my first time going out of Taichung by my own. It took me three hours to arrive the terminal station of Tainan. I felt bad being trapped in the stinky coach, and I could hardly breathe or sleep in it. Therefore, I started to concentrate in the film and tried to sit properly in my seat. However, it was still countless of me to turn over and over. Finally, the Taiwanese bus driver dropped me at the taxi station which I instinctively believed what I’d heard from the language that I am not familiar with was that: this is the terminal. So I called to my brother for help. But I was kinda regret for not finding out first where I was before calling him because I must then have to make another call again after the first call. I even didn’t know how to describe where I was and that totally made both of us frustrated. = =
After 10 minutes standing under the sizzling sun of Tainan, somebody called out my infant name loud which I felt quite embarrassed. I wonder how long have nobody called me that name since I came to Taiwan. It was very funny while I saw the guy wearing pink helmet had finally came. I couldn’t stop laughing although I found out that the bike with the pink helmets was borrowed from one of his female friends at last.
My brother studied in National Cheng Da University. He joins in the football team and calls himself Beckham Chia, which means he likes soccer very much, doesn’t mention about his football skill actually. I just feel that he has become a funny guy after grown-up, no more childish kid as it in my memory. He took me to his campus and a famous tourist attraction—An Ping Fort. I really enjoyed the time at Tainan and it was my first trip in Taiwan for this semester.