From The Happy Prince and Other Tales (1888)

"The Happy Prince," by Walter Crane, from a 1910 reprint of the 1888 first edition of The Happy Prince And Other Tales.

High above the city, on a tall column, stood the statue of the Happy Prince. He was gilded all over with thin leaves of fine gold, for eyes he had two bright sapphires, and a large red ruby glowed on his sword-hilt.

He was very much admired indeed. "He is as beautiful as a weathercock," remarked one of the Town Councillors who wished to gain a reputation for having artistic tastes; "only not quite so useful," he added, fearing lest people should think him unpractical, which he really was not.
"Why can't you be like the Happy Prince?" asked a sensible mother of her little boy who was crying for the moon. "The Happy Prince never dreams of crying for anything."
"I am glad there is some one in the world who is quite happy," muttered a disappointed man as he gazed at the wonderful statue.
"He looks just like an angel," said the Charity Children as they came out of the cathedral in their bright scarlet cloaks and their clean white pinafores.
"How do you know?" said the Mathematical Master, "you have never seen one."
"Ah! but we have, in our dreams," answered the children; and the Mathematical Master frowned and looked very severe, for he did not approve of children dreaming.

One night there flew over the city a little Swallow. His friends had gone away to Egypt six weeks before, but he had stayed behind, for he was in love with the most beautiful Reed. He had met her early in the spring as he was flying down the river after a big yellow moth, and had been so attracted by her slender waist that he had stopped to talk to her.
"Shall I love you?" said the Swallow, who liked to come to the point at once, and the Reed made him a low bow. So he flew round and round her, touching the water with his wings, and making silver ripples. This was his courtship, and it lasted all through the summer.
"It is a ridiculous attachment," twittered the other Swallows; "she has no money, and far too many relations"; and indeed the river was quite full of Reeds. Then, when the autumn came they all flew away.
After they had gone he felt lonely, and began to tire of his lady- love. "She has no conversation," he said, "and I am afraid that she is a coquette, for she is always flirting with the wind." And certainly, whenever the wind blew, the Reed made the most graceful curtseys. "I admit that she is domestic," he continued, "but I love travelling, and my wife, consequently, should love travelling also."
"Will you come away with me?" he said finally to her; but the Reed shook her head, she was so attached to her home.
"You have been trifling with me," he cried. "I am off to the Pyramids. Good-bye!" and he flew away.

All day long he flew, and at night-time he arrived at the city. "Where shall I put up?" he said; "I hope the town has made preparations."
Then he saw the statue on the tall column.
"I will put up there," he cried; "it is a fine position, with plenty of fresh air." So he alighted just between the feet of the Happy Prince.
"I have a golden bedroom," he said softly to himself as he looked round, and he prepared to go to sleep; but just as he was putting his head under his wing a large drop of water fell on him. "What a curious thing!" he cried; "there is not a single cloud in the sky, the stars are quite clear and bright, and yet it is raining. The climate in the north of Europe is really dreadful. The Reed used to like the rain, but that was merely her selfishness."
Then another drop fell.
"What is the use of a statue if it cannot keep the rain off?" he said; "I must look for a good chimney-pot," and he determined to fly away.
But before he had opened his wings, a third drop fell, and he looked up, and saw - Ah! what did he see?
The eyes of the Happy Prince were filled with tears, and tears were running down his golden cheeks. His face was so beautiful in the moonlight that the little Swallow was filled with pity.

"Who are you?" he said.
"I am the Happy Prince."
"Why are you weeping then?" asked the Swallow; "you have quite drenched me."
"When I was alive and had a human heart," answered the statue, "I did not know what tears were, for I lived in the Palace of Sans- Souci, where sorrow is not allowed to enter. In the daytime I played with my companions in the garden, and in the evening I led the dance in the Great Hall. Round the garden ran a very lofty wall, but I never cared to ask what lay beyond it, everything about me was so beautiful. My courtiers called me the Happy Prince, and happy indeed I was, if pleasure be happiness. So I lived, and so I died. And now that I am dead they have set me up here so high that I can see all the ugliness and all the misery of my city, and though my heart is made of lead yet I cannot chose but weep."
"What! is he not solid gold?" said the Swallow to himself. He was too polite to make any personal remarks out loud.

"Far away," continued the statue in a low musical voice, "far away in a little street there is a poor house. One of the windows is open, and through it I can see a woman seated at a table. Her face is thin and worn, and she has coarse, red hands, all pricked by the needle, for she is a seamstress. She is embroidering passion- flowers on a satin gown for the loveliest of the Queen's maids-of- honour to wear at the next Court-ball. In a bed in the corner of the room her little boy is lying ill. He has a fever, and is asking for oranges. His mother has nothing to give him but river water, so he is crying. Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow, will you not bring her the ruby out of my sword-hilt? My feet are fastened to this pedestal and I cannot move."
"I am waited for in Egypt," said the Swallow. "My friends are flying up and down the Nile, and talking to the large lotus- flowers. Soon they will go to sleep in the tomb of the great King. The King is there himself in his painted coffin. He is wrapped in yellow linen, and embalmed with spices. Round his neck is a chain of pale green jade, and his hands are like withered leaves."
"Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow," said the Prince, "will you not stay with me for one night, and be my messenger? The boy is so thirsty, and the mother so sad."
"I don't think I like boys," answered the Swallow. "Last summer, when I was staying on the river, there were two rude boys, the miller's sons, who were always throwing stones at me. They never hit me, of course; we swallows fly far too well for that, and besides, I come of a family famous for its agility; but still, it was a mark of disrespect."
But the Happy Prince looked so sad that the little Swallow was sorry. "It is very cold here," he said; "but I will stay with you for one night, and be your messenger."
"Thank you, little Swallow," said the Prince.
So the Swallow picked out the great ruby from the Prince's sword, and flew away with it in his beak over the roofs of the town.
He passed by the cathedral tower, where the white marble angels were sculptured. He passed by the palace and heard the sound of dancing. A beautiful girl came out on the balcony with her lover. "How wonderful the stars are," he said to her, "and how wonderful is the power of love!"
"I hope my dress will be ready in time for the State-ball," she answered; "I have ordered passion-flowers to be embroidered on it; but the seamstresses are so lazy."
He passed over the river, and saw the lanterns hanging to the masts of the ships. He passed over the Ghetto, and saw the old Jews bargaining with each other, and weighing out money in copper scales. At last he came to the poor house and looked in. The boy was tossing feverishly on his bed, and the mother had fallen asleep, she was so tired. In he hopped, and laid the great ruby on the table beside the woman's thimble. Then he flew gently round the bed, fanning the boy's forehead with his wings. "How cool I feel," said the boy, "I must be getting better"; and he sank into a delicious slumber.
Then the Swallow flew back to the Happy Prince, and told him what he had done. "It is curious," he remarked, "but I feel quite warm now, although it is so cold."
"That is because you have done a good action," said the Prince. And the little Swallow began to think, and then he fell asleep. Thinking always made him sleepy.

When day broke he flew down to the river and had a bath. "What a remarkable phenomenon," said the Professor of Ornithology as he was passing over the bridge. "A swallow in winter!" And he wrote a long letter about it to the local newspaper. Every one quoted it, it was full of so many words that they could not understand.
"To-night I go to Egypt," said the Swallow, and he was in high spirits at the prospect. He visited all the public monuments, and sat a long time on top of the church steeple. Wherever he went the Sparrows chirruped, and said to each other, "What a distinguished stranger!" so he enjoyed himself very much.
When the moon rose he flew back to the Happy Prince. "Have you any commissions for Egypt?" he cried; "I am just starting."
"Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow," said the Prince, "will you not stay with me one night longer?"
"I am waited for in Egypt," answered the Swallow. "To-morrow my friends will fly up to the Second Cataract. The river-horse couches there among the bulrushes, and on a great granite throne sits the God Memnon. All night long he watches the stars, and when the morning star shines he utters one cry of joy, and then he is silent. At noon the yellow lions come down to the water's edge to drink. They have eyes like green beryls, and their roar is louder than the roar of the cataract.

"Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow," said the Prince, "far away across the city I see a young man in a garret. He is leaning over a desk covered with papers, and in a tumbler by his side there is a bunch of withered violets. His hair is brown and crisp, and his lips are red as a pomegranate, and he has large and dreamy eyes. He is trying to finish a play for the Director of the Theatre, but he is too cold to write any more. There is no fire in the grate, and hunger has made him faint."
"I will wait with you one night longer," said the Swallow, who really had a good heart. "Shall I take him another ruby?"
"Alas! I have no ruby now," said the Prince; "my eyes are all that I have left. They are made of rare sapphires, which were brought out of India a thousand years ago. Pluck out one of them and take it to him. He will sell it to the jeweller, and buy food and firewood, and finish his play."
"Dear Prince," said the Swallow, "I cannot do that"; and he began to weep.
"Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow," said the Prince, "do as I command you."
So the Swallow plucked out the Prince's eye, and flew away to the student's garret. It was easy enough to get in, as there was a hole in the roof. Through this he darted, and came into the room. The young man had his head buried in his hands, so he did not hear the flutter of the bird's wings, and when he looked up he found the beautiful sapphire lying on the withered violets.
"I am beginning to be appreciated," he cried; "this is from some great admirer. Now I can finish my play," and he looked quite happy.
The next day the Swallow flew down to the harbour. He sat on the mast of a large vessel and watched the sailors hauling big chests out of the hold with ropes. "Heave a-hoy!" they shouted as each chest came up. "I am going to Egypt"! cried the Swallow, but nobody minded, and when the moon rose he flew back to the Happy Prince.

"I am come to bid you good-bye," he cried.
"Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow," said the Prince, "will you not stay with me one night longer?"
"It is winter," answered the Swallow, "and the chill snow will soon be here. In Egypt the sun is warm on the green palm-trees, and the crocodiles lie in the mud and look lazily about them. My companions are building a nest in the Temple of Baalbec, and the pink and white doves are watching them, and cooing to each other. Dear Prince, I must leave you, but I will never forget you, and next spring I will bring you back two beautiful jewels in place of those you have given away. The ruby shall be redder than a red rose, and the sapphire shall be as blue as the great sea."
"In the square below," said the Happy Prince, "there stands a little match-girl. She has let her matches fall in the gutter, and they are all spoiled. Her father will beat her if she does not bring home some money, and she is crying. She has no shoes or stockings, and her little head is bare. Pluck out my other eye, and give it to her, and her father will not beat her."
"I will stay with you one night longer," said the Swallow, "but I cannot pluck out your eye. You would be quite blind then."
"Swallow, Swallow, little Swallow," said the Prince, "do as I command you."
So he plucked out the Prince's other eye, and darted down with it. He swooped past the match-girl, and slipped the jewel into the palm of her hand. "What a lovely bit of glass," cried the little girl; and she ran home, laughing.

Then the Swallow came back to the Prince. "You are blind now," he said, "so I will stay with you always."
"No, little Swallow," said the poor Prince, "you must go away to Egypt."
"I will stay with you always," said the Swallow, and he slept at the Prince's feet.
All the next day he sat on the Prince's shoulder, and told him stories of what he had seen in strange lands.
He told him of the red ibises, who stand in long rows on the banks of the Nile, and catch gold-fish in their beaks; of the Sphinx, who is as old as the world itself, and lives in the desert, and knows everything; of the merchants, who walk slowly by the side of their camels, and carry amber beads in their hands; of the King of the Mountains of the Moon, who is as black as ebony, and worships a large crystal; of the great green snake that sleeps in a palm-tree, and has twenty priests to feed it with honey-cakes; and of the pygmies who sail over a big lake on large flat leaves, and are always at war with the butterflies.
"Dear little Swallow," said the Prince, "you tell me of marvellous things, but more marvellous than anything is the suffering of men and of women. There is no Mystery so great as Misery. Fly over my city, little Swallow, and tell me what you see there."
So the Swallow flew over the great city, and saw the rich making merry in their beautiful houses, while the beggars were sitting at the gates. He flew into dark lanes, and saw the white faces of starving children looking out listlessly at the black streets. Under the archway of a bridge two little boys were lying in one another's arms to try and keep themselves warm. "How hungry we are!" they said. "You must not lie here," shouted the Watchman, and they wandered out into the rain.
Then he flew back and told the Prince what he had seen.
"I am covered with fine gold," said the Prince, "you must take it off, leaf by leaf, and give it to my poor; the living always think that gold can make them happy."
Leaf after leaf of the fine gold the Swallow picked off, till the Happy Prince looked quite dull and grey. Leaf after leaf of the fine gold he brought to the poor, and the children's faces grew rosier, and they laughed and played games in the street. "We have bread now!" they cried.

Then the snow came, and after the snow came the frost. The streets looked as if they were made of silver, they were so bright and glistening; long icicles like crystal daggers hung down from the eaves of the houses, everybody went about in furs, and the little boys wore scarlet caps and skated on the ice.
The poor little Swallow grew colder and colder, but he would not leave the Prince, he loved him too well. He picked up crumbs outside the baker's door when the baker was not looking and tried to keep himself warm by flapping his wings.
But at last he knew that he was going to die. He had just strength to fly up to the Prince's shoulder once more. "Good-bye, dear Prince!" he murmured, "will you let me kiss your hand?"
"I am glad that you are going to Egypt at last, little Swallow," said the Prince, "you have stayed too long here; but you must kiss me on the lips, for I love you."
"It is not to Egypt that I am going," said the Swallow. "I am going to the House of Death. Death is the brother of Sleep, is he not?"
And he kissed the Happy Prince on the lips, and fell down dead at his feet.
At that moment a curious crack sounded inside the statue, as if something had broken. The fact is that the leaden heart had snapped right in two. It certainly was a dreadfully hard frost.

Early the next morning the Mayor was walking in the square below in company with the Town Councillors. As they passed the column he looked up at the statue: "Dear me! how shabby the Happy Prince looks!" he said.
"How shabby indeed!" cried the Town Councillors, who always agreed with the Mayor; and they went up to look at it.
"The ruby has fallen out of his sword, his eyes are gone, and he is golden no longer," said the Mayor in fact, "he is litttle beter than a beggar!"
"Little better than a beggar," said the Town Councillors.
"And here is actually a dead bird at his feet!" continued the Mayor. "We must really issue a proclamation that birds are not to be allowed to die here." And the Town Clerk made a note of the suggestion.
So they pulled down the statue of the Happy Prince. "As he is no longer beautiful he is no longer useful," said the Art Professor at the University.
Then they melted the statue in a furnace, and the Mayor held a meeting of the Corporation to decide what was to be done with the metal. "We must have another statue, of course," he said, "and it shall be a statue of myself."
"Of myself," said each of the Town Councillors, and they quarrelled. When I last heard of them they were quarrelling still.
"What a strange thing!" said the overseer of the workmen at the foundry. "This broken lead heart will not melt in the furnace. We must throw it away." So they threw it on a dust-heap where the dead Swallow was also lying.

"Bring me the two most precious things in the city," said God to one of His Angels; and the Angel brought Him the leaden heart and the dead bird.
"You have rightly chosen," said God, "for in my garden of Paradise this little bird shall sing for evermore, and in my city of gold the Happy Prince shall praise me."

THE END.

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xianling对不起，说好了早到学校，结果每天让你一个人等我。

现在下着雨。等一下我要去做工...不想去
　　大家因该在学校了吧？加油!
　　有点担心...
　　他们还在吵架。我很怕...>_<

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did this quiz from momo's blog.

hmm...is it true? i choose this monster just because it's white and it's a rabbit=0

haha...

What My Monster Says About Me:

You are a simply happy person. You still view the world with a childlike innocence. You have an easy going attitude, and you value harmony. You love freely and inspire others to love. You inner demon is frailty. You are easily beaten down by life. People think you're cute because you are optimistic. Your outlook on life is charming.

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and am a fish?

err...i dont really mind but i also dont think i am really a fish

P.S. is it a dory fish? xDD

You Would Be A Pet Fish...

Relaxed and laid back, you prefer to sit back and observe what's going on around you. You are secretly very wise and intelligent, but few people take the time to learn about you. You don't mind if the world doesn't understand you. You're having enough fun trying to understand the world. Why you would make a great pet: You're peaceful and nice to be around, but not very demanding Why you would make a bad pet: Let's face it... the only person you're truly interesting to is yourself What you would love about being a fish: Swimming around aimlessly without a care in the world What you would hate about being a fish: Being used as bait or food for bigger fish

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You Are the Daughter

You very keyed in to emotions. You care deeply and are quick to forgive others. You often get lost in your own thoughts and daydreams. You find it difficult to stay focused. At your best, you are sweet, sensitive, and innocent. You bring joy to people's lives. You are open and expressive. You love sharing your optimistic, dreamy vision of the world. At your worst, you feel powerless and like a victim. Your fear can paralyze you. You tend to complain and whine. Whether your complaints are legitimate or not, you're not one to solve your own problems.

at least this quiz is quite true for certain parts.

i feel l'm useless sometimes =X

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昨天晚上一直睡不着。因为他们又吵架了。我躺在客厅里虽然睡着了，但是很多次都被他们吵架的生音吵醒。(大人吵架的时候真的很恐怖。而且还是在我的房间。>_<) 不敢跟妈妈讲话...因为她每次吵完架都会很凶。希望今天我不要做错任何事，再让她生气。>_<~

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D'=
讨厌...>_< 今天我又睡过头了。T T~ 本来要把sushi拿给lihui的，可是我却睡过头，7点多才醒来。
对不起，lihui。
我只是想为朋友做一点事...因为大家都很忙，很难见一次面，所以我只是想尽我的能力帮她庆祝生日。
结果我做不到。
答应了别人，结果我没办法做到。
i thought i can, i thought i can do things for my friends to make them happier...but the truth is i can't.
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我很好。
刘若英的歌。好听。=) haha=)
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i really feel that when xianling and chirstina are ur friends..u will keep laughing and smiling everyday.xD even...when u are sad
i also just found out that doris + amanda= laughters? haha..xD
anyway i feel very happy when i with them=)
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many many thx to xianxian, samantha, momo, xianling, chirstina, amanda, gaen
thanku very very much for the every single thing u all did for me.

what am i still expecting of? when i know they are support me here as my friends. why am i still feeling sad? when i know they are really care about me.
why...am i still feel like crying when i know God loves me.

i actually thought of take bus 72 with doris and junfeng today..but..hmm..nvm..xDD...i took bus 27 with munting, shufen & sinmei instead..haha=)
they keep talking abt..=X (haha..not suppose to say? =)
and saw doris at hougang again when i was waiting for bus 112.=D
so happy~

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下个星期是lihui的生日。xDD
不知道她有没有空...好久没有见到她了。>_< SLEEPY....i want to sleep...i dont want to work tomorrow...but i have to...i have no choice... sorry... about today...
=))

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christina 和munting今天过生日，我突然觉得大家都是很好的人。=)

晚上和大家一起在学校对面吃了晚餐，然后和christina 还有xianling去打羽毛球~ xDD
在路上xianling试着抓里面那个黄色的饺子(很可爱~o(>_<)o...haha)然后送给christina做生日礼物。可是试了两次都没有成功，差一点点xl就抓到了。好可惜...=)
因为今天实在是太困了，所以我先早回家。对不起christina & xianling...>_<

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I feel so tired and sad now.
To Christina: you are really lucky didn’t go work today.
我很后悔今天来去做工，因为今天我带给很多人麻烦。o(>_<)o让我觉得自己是一个很没有用的人。=X 今天和往常不太一样，7点到了那里，我完全被接下来发生的事吓倒。不要问我发生什么事，我现在只觉得非常丢脸，整个晚上都想盖住我的脸或者是藏起来不要让别人看到我。

当我知道今天晚上我们要做的事以后，我真的很想哭…也在想能不能告诉Nurul今天晚上我真的不想做。但是我又告诉自己要加油，在别人面前为这种事哭(我觉得很丢脸).... 总而言之，整个晚上对我来说是一种折磨。 就算下一次一个小时$9，我也不要做了。

T.T~
今天一直麻烦我刚认识的一个朋友。>_<~ 她教了我很多的东西。She is such a nice girl…o(>_<)o 感谢上帝虽然今天我碰到很多问题，但总是有好心的人帮我。谢谢你们。 o(> <)o

omg..i really feel like to sleep..but i can't sleep now..have more important thing to do. >_< HAPPY BIRTHDAY to christi and mt

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY 老公~ xDD
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I MISS YOU...

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first day..first lesson.=DD

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好累。>_<

还好能和christina一起做。如果是我一个人，真的不知道要做些什么。=X

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本来以为这个星期因该没有位了，结果除了星期六以外，每天都要去做工。o(>_<)o hmm...没关系，等开学以后可能没有时间再去打工了，就趁假期的最后一个星期多做一点吧... aza aza fighting!!~


今天早上去了学校和doris一起准备...=X
XD
然后去机场接jh...~ 一天又很快地过去了。

P.S. sorry..xianxian & marcus..for not going our chalet..enjoy your time there. o(>_<)o
P.P.S. !!!!!kun finally has a face !!!XD

a happy day?? beause...=DDDDDD

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对不起!!=X 又看了很多的...o(>_<)o

让我觉得温馨和感动的: =DD
1.Papa to Musume no Nanokakan

''it’s not winners who are the greatest. It’s those who try their best, and fight on with all their might, they are the greatest.''

''To be with someone you love, who loves you back. It’s not an easy thing. So I think that’s called a miracle. But the miracle…will only happen if you’re always praying for his happiness.''

2.Three Dads one Mom


3. Nobuta wo produce

''Before you were fine with being alone…but now being alone is too lonely isn’t it? And you go crazy buying magazines and CDs to pass the time by yourself at night…But it’s still just too lonely.. that’s love.''

''Inside other’s heart ...is way beyond my imagination.''

Have you ever gone a place and regretted it?
Yeah, I have.
You came back by yourself?
No. I came back with friends!!
It’s my friends who brought me back. =D



hmm...让我深思的：=DDD
1. Code Blue

''People cannot live on unless they are needed by other people. That’s why everyone works so hard. For their studies, their jobs. In order to become a person who is needed by someone else.''

2. Haken no Hinkaku

''If you ran away once, you will have to keep running for the rest of your life.''



让我觉得熟悉的?? : =DD
Hotaru No Hikari

''If one lets out all these feelings but isn’t accepted, it will remain in the heart as a horrible wound. But even if it’s a horrible experience, it’s better than nothing right? You fell in love with somebody right? Treasure that feeling. Treasure yourself for being able to love somebody. Feelings cannot be able to understand till spoken.''

''It’s a good thing...Isn’t it? To worry over love means you intend to cherish that love. It’s right to worry all you want . ''

''I heard that there are things that can’t be overcome just by loving someone. I want to know more about you, and I want you know more about me. And if there’s something about me that you can’t accept, tell me. If there’s something that you can’t overcome, tell me. I’ll really work hard. It should be alright, right? If it’s just the two of us. ''

''I wanted you to rely on me. From now on, I want you to rely on me more. It’ll be okay , if it’s the two of us. ''




总觉得，Amemiya的个性是 40%Akatsuki, 20%的我, 15%的momo,15%liting & 10%xianxain=D..haha~我想太多了...XD

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最近总是在担心一些事，害怕一些事，总是牵挂着一些事... ...
o(>_<)o~

昨天晚上第一次去mm hotel 打工。 去之前，总是在想，我到底能不能做好，第一次去，我怕会迟到，怕找不到地方。 到了那里，我又很担心我到底能不能胜任那里的工作，习惯那里的环境，有没有办法认识新的朋友。
11:30pm。终于可以回家了。我已经很久没有去过谁的婚礼了，也因为第一次做banquet,所以一切对我来说，还是有新鲜感的。只是，还是很担心会摔碎东西。o(>_<)o (真的很重...)

和nelson在mrt分头后，本来我以为51号的车站很容易就看得到，结果我花了30分钟才找到...因为已经午夜的关系，想问人也没有办法，周围一个人也没有。 虽然赶得上最后一躺车，但是到了hougang时，已经1:00am了...我只好走回家。还好有christina打电话陪我，不然，这么晚一个人走路，真的是有点害怕。

虽然很累，不过我今天算是很顺利了。
出门前，妈妈准备了好吃的东西，让我加油，也帮我祷告。
还有，没有想到做工的时候，竟然碰到yifieng~~ =D 好久没见到她了~自从中3分班了以后，就很少碰面了，没想到我第一天在这里工作， 能碰到她XDDD。Yifeng是负责VIP的...O.O 她真的很厉害...我还有很多要学习的地方。((o(>_<)o))

还有，
今天我在教会学到了很重要的一件事。T T
There is no need to worry when you can pray.
because if you are worry, it means you don't really trust, believe in god. It means you dont believe that god will take care of everything for you, that's why you are still worry.
TT.TT~ 之前我为什么要顾虑那么多呢...既然我说我相信上帝，但是我却没有信心。
相信上帝，信靠他，自然也是包括要有信心。
我还做得很不够。
aza, aza fighting!!
유감스러운...o(>_<)o

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ahhhhhhhhhhhh...........
除了讲对不起，你还能做什么??
christina说的对，妈妈也说得对... ...
你总是不能为你的朋友做任何事，也总是不能改正自己。
虽然你知道上帝说过这样做是不对的，你依然继续做...
李蓥杉...你除了哭还有一直讲对不起以外, 你还会做什么呢?

对了...还有给别人带来麻烦&撒谎。=(

='(

p.s. 谢谢christi..marcus..& gaen.谢谢你们的鼓励。

INVITATION by Shibasaki Kou柴咲コウ
i really like this song..sing by one of my fav japanese actress^ ^~ hope you enjoy this song as much as i do~


假期的计划：
♥ 早上起来~ 弹至少40分钟的琴。
♥ 然后...一定要吃早餐!! o(>_<)o~ 之后：
♥ 学习时间!!!
。读Bible♥
。学习新的诗篇
。English vocab
。HAN GLE!! 韩语♥
♥ 读书时间~：
。classic books♥
♥ erm..然后...吹笛子&口琴。T T 虽然我一点也不想吹笛子...可是我知道有一个人如果知道我有练习的话，一定会很高兴的...所以...fighting!! o(T.T)o
♥ 接下来...画画时间：
。finish my painting...& sketches♥
♥ 最后晚上去游泳~
♥ end of day: drama/movie time!! =D

那么...再见吧~안녕~
♥ my inviation from future ~end~

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I went shopping with my mom today..bought a skirt(for my work..) then went Korean restaurant to eat!! =D

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