Chapter 2 Part 1 - The Beginning
Neil was flipping through the family album of his , and tears filled his sky blue eyes. It dripped on one particular photo accidentally which caught his attention to it. Tried to wipe it dry but the more he tried , the more it was moist.It was the picture of his family that was taken few years ago , on their trip to the valley. Memorable was the word portraited. Neil could not control his melancholy feelings and his ceaseless tears. This has brought back memories of his tender years.
"Neil , is mummy here , wake up.. don't be such a sleep baby..."
"Good morning mama."
"Go brush your teeth and wash your face before you come down for breakfast , I made something you love. Get going."
It was the usual routine he had every morning but it had gone away , forever.
Saturday, November 08, 2008
Monday, September 01, 2008
New Vocabulary Daily
- Schizophrenic - patient that suffer from a serious mental illness where he or she could not separate and identify reality and fantasy.To them , both reality and fantasy means the same.
- Sly smile - to show that you know something people do not know. Example : Josh knew something that Katie doen't know and so Josh gave Katie a sly smile to make her aware of the fact.
- Solemn - an adjective. Serious or sad.
- Decepted - found out , understand in such way that you try to dig it out on your own.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
The Unexpected Gift
I am a schizophrenic, a patient suffering from a serious mental illness called schizophrenia. I could never separate my imagination and reality. But there is a tiny little secret hidden in me, that I will never tell anybody until I end this story. This might be the story of my life but I do not know too because I am partially living in the twilight zone. Early in the morning, when I woke up, I scurried down the stairs to catch the breeze. The cool windy breeze that blew away the summer and brought in autumn. Then without realising, I caught a cold, a really bad cold that brought me all the way to the hospital. Medicine, pulse machine, patients and doctors managed to evoke the memories of my past, it said I was once a cheerful young lady, a lady with strength and was mentally strong. One incident that brought me far away from my past was the quirk of fate that I had gone through, the devastating side effects of stress.
The next morning, in the hospital, I saw someone in a white dress. I really could not see clearly whether she was floating or was I imagining. But when I got to touch her soft smooth hand, I knew she was her, my lucky star. She asked me tonnes of questions, some I could not even understand, I felt strange that our bond was not as tight as before. I saw a spark and the next thing that came into my eyes was Jelly Beans. Lots of Jelly Beans lying on the white marble floor, it looked as though I was drowned in the ocean of sweets. Happiness and laughter were floating all the way into me and it felt great being there. I had mixed up all my thoughts, my hopes, my dreams and imaginations. It was very difficult for me to identify the places and things I had seen or touched into categories. I really could not force myself for that.
“Doctor, she is going to recover right?” “Doctor, she is going to die, isn’t she?” “Girl, wake up, don’t scare me!” “She is hopeless, you must be prepared.” I heard lots of conversation, not happy ones but mostly solemn. I hoped I was not under the labour of misapprehension that I will die and leave all my belongings behind. Again I heard doctors quibbling for some petty matter, some of them were really loud but some soundless. Maybe those doctors were not aware of hurting patients’ feelings, perhaps they did not realise that I was awake. The nurse that gave me medicine in a scheduled time often gave me a sly smile, those might also be the reasons why I got to this state.
“Angels in wings, doves in white, covering the light blue sky, symbolises the side of heaven shines.” The poem kept repeating itself, soothingly, covering the surroundings of the scene. I guessed I am there, the time was approaching and I had to close my eyes... “STOP!” a young voice screamed. “Don’t you ever try to close your eyes!” “There is something down there waiting for you to attend, something especially for you, so never ever think of closing those lids...” the voice faded. Dream was the first thing I thought that would be, but that voice made me realised that I was not dreaming, it was reality. For the first time since that day I was pronounced schizophrenic, I managed to verify the truth, the feeling and instinct that I had lost for so long. I dare to say I had received it back. The scene and voices faded bit by bit as the energy saving light bulbs appeared above my eyes, I knew I was back in the hospital that once killed my soul.
“Daisy, Daisy? You there? Answer me, Daisy?” I took a few deep breath before reflecting a smile. I am back again , my soul was revived under god’s will. I am not the patient anymore, I fought it away, victory obtained. I am back to condition. I finally decepted the clue of the angel that recovering was my special gift, the unexpected one that waited for me.
Since then, I was brought to heaven each time I take a nap or sleep. I had the special ability to communicate with angels where no one else in the world could possess, not even other schizophrenic I knew nor the ones I had met by chance. My life was once again cherished with the gift I had. God is always the fair judge to me. Thank goodness.
The next morning, in the hospital, I saw someone in a white dress. I really could not see clearly whether she was floating or was I imagining. But when I got to touch her soft smooth hand, I knew she was her, my lucky star. She asked me tonnes of questions, some I could not even understand, I felt strange that our bond was not as tight as before. I saw a spark and the next thing that came into my eyes was Jelly Beans. Lots of Jelly Beans lying on the white marble floor, it looked as though I was drowned in the ocean of sweets. Happiness and laughter were floating all the way into me and it felt great being there. I had mixed up all my thoughts, my hopes, my dreams and imaginations. It was very difficult for me to identify the places and things I had seen or touched into categories. I really could not force myself for that.
“Doctor, she is going to recover right?” “Doctor, she is going to die, isn’t she?” “Girl, wake up, don’t scare me!” “She is hopeless, you must be prepared.” I heard lots of conversation, not happy ones but mostly solemn. I hoped I was not under the labour of misapprehension that I will die and leave all my belongings behind. Again I heard doctors quibbling for some petty matter, some of them were really loud but some soundless. Maybe those doctors were not aware of hurting patients’ feelings, perhaps they did not realise that I was awake. The nurse that gave me medicine in a scheduled time often gave me a sly smile, those might also be the reasons why I got to this state.
“Angels in wings, doves in white, covering the light blue sky, symbolises the side of heaven shines.” The poem kept repeating itself, soothingly, covering the surroundings of the scene. I guessed I am there, the time was approaching and I had to close my eyes... “STOP!” a young voice screamed. “Don’t you ever try to close your eyes!” “There is something down there waiting for you to attend, something especially for you, so never ever think of closing those lids...” the voice faded. Dream was the first thing I thought that would be, but that voice made me realised that I was not dreaming, it was reality. For the first time since that day I was pronounced schizophrenic, I managed to verify the truth, the feeling and instinct that I had lost for so long. I dare to say I had received it back. The scene and voices faded bit by bit as the energy saving light bulbs appeared above my eyes, I knew I was back in the hospital that once killed my soul.
“Daisy, Daisy? You there? Answer me, Daisy?” I took a few deep breath before reflecting a smile. I am back again , my soul was revived under god’s will. I am not the patient anymore, I fought it away, victory obtained. I am back to condition. I finally decepted the clue of the angel that recovering was my special gift, the unexpected one that waited for me.
Since then, I was brought to heaven each time I take a nap or sleep. I had the special ability to communicate with angels where no one else in the world could possess, not even other schizophrenic I knew nor the ones I had met by chance. My life was once again cherished with the gift I had. God is always the fair judge to me. Thank goodness.
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Friday, June 20, 2008
A Girl's Memory ( C1P3 )
Chapter 1 part 3 -The Past
"Poor Neil Tonm ..." she thought. When she took the effort to flip the newspaper , Aunt Kaire shouted from the top of her croaky voice.
"Casly! Come down here .Eat your breakfast!"
"Coming!" Casly answered as she dragged the newspaper with her down the spiral staircase.
She was disturbed by the article and it was apparent that she was trying to adjust her feelings before she reached the dining table. "I must do something about it." Casly whispered to herself while she was cutting the sausage on her plate .
Right after her breakfast , she rushed to her room to change her clothes. Then without hesitating , she called up the number that was on the seventh page of the newspaper.
A young voice answered the call.
"Hello there. May I know who is on the line?"
"Oh Hi , I'm Casly from Finedon. Well, I would like to ask for the full address of the victim , I'm sorry I meant the boy named Neil Tonm , who had undergone a terrible reality recently."
" I see , is it the boy that lost both of his parents ? Sunday news right?Neil Tonm , if I'm not mistaken."
" You're right.I saw the phone number right on the page which the article was posted , so I tried to call , I thought I might find some satisfying information I need. Well , my instinct told me that you are the right person. This is the newspaper article hotline , I suppose?"
" Yes. OK this is the address you requested earlier. 82 , Sunderway Garden , Etterby-Caslisle , 9023 Cumbria."
" Thank you so much.Goodbye."
" You're welcome."
Casly was very excited so she scurry down the stairs and signed goodbye to her aunt. Another journey of life waiting for her to explore. Life wasn't so difficult after all. Casly ran as fast as she could to the nearest underground transit to book a ticket for tomorrow's adventure. Then she realised...
"Poor Neil Tonm ..." she thought. When she took the effort to flip the newspaper , Aunt Kaire shouted from the top of her croaky voice.
"Casly! Come down here .Eat your breakfast!"
"Coming!" Casly answered as she dragged the newspaper with her down the spiral staircase.
She was disturbed by the article and it was apparent that she was trying to adjust her feelings before she reached the dining table. "I must do something about it." Casly whispered to herself while she was cutting the sausage on her plate .
Right after her breakfast , she rushed to her room to change her clothes. Then without hesitating , she called up the number that was on the seventh page of the newspaper.
A young voice answered the call.
"Hello there. May I know who is on the line?"
"Oh Hi , I'm Casly from Finedon. Well, I would like to ask for the full address of the victim , I'm sorry I meant the boy named Neil Tonm , who had undergone a terrible reality recently."
" I see , is it the boy that lost both of his parents ? Sunday news right?Neil Tonm , if I'm not mistaken."
" You're right.I saw the phone number right on the page which the article was posted , so I tried to call , I thought I might find some satisfying information I need. Well , my instinct told me that you are the right person. This is the newspaper article hotline , I suppose?"
" Yes. OK this is the address you requested earlier. 82 , Sunderway Garden , Etterby-Caslisle , 9023 Cumbria."
" Thank you so much.Goodbye."
" You're welcome."
Casly was very excited so she scurry down the stairs and signed goodbye to her aunt. Another journey of life waiting for her to explore. Life wasn't so difficult after all. Casly ran as fast as she could to the nearest underground transit to book a ticket for tomorrow's adventure. Then she realised...
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Sunday, June 15, 2008
A Girl's Memory ( C1P2 )
Chapter 1 part 2 - The past
It had been dim and dark whenever her peers uttered the word Love because to Casly , Love meant nothing enormous in her life. Sometimes when she was in school , she felt extremely left out . Not only she was neglected by her peers , she was also considered invisible among her teachers. Her life was drab and dowdy unlike her cousins whose life were as colourful as rainbow, Casly had nothing to confess because she was aware that it was reality.
One morning while she was reading the newspaper , she was touched by one of the articles inside .
Have you experienced the lost of both parents ? Being completely lonely in a world where no one could understand you? Neil Tonm had experienced the most terrifying incident that knocked him off the cliff of opulent lifestyle. He had lost both his parents in a car accident where Tonm had witnessed the whole accident all by himself. Neil's parents James Tonm and Jessy Rennie were the worlds' richest millionaire , their death were such a pity.Ever since that accident , Neil had been even lonelier than other orphan because he had no capable relatives who were willing to take care of him and all that was left for him was wealth . The accident was believed to have started by their driver Genntren Dert , a Philippino. More reports on page 7.
Casly felt sorry for Neil as he was having the same fate as her.
It had been dim and dark whenever her peers uttered the word Love because to Casly , Love meant nothing enormous in her life. Sometimes when she was in school , she felt extremely left out . Not only she was neglected by her peers , she was also considered invisible among her teachers. Her life was drab and dowdy unlike her cousins whose life were as colourful as rainbow, Casly had nothing to confess because she was aware that it was reality.
One morning while she was reading the newspaper , she was touched by one of the articles inside .
Have you experienced the lost of both parents ? Being completely lonely in a world where no one could understand you? Neil Tonm had experienced the most terrifying incident that knocked him off the cliff of opulent lifestyle. He had lost both his parents in a car accident where Tonm had witnessed the whole accident all by himself. Neil's parents James Tonm and Jessy Rennie were the worlds' richest millionaire , their death were such a pity.Ever since that accident , Neil had been even lonelier than other orphan because he had no capable relatives who were willing to take care of him and all that was left for him was wealth . The accident was believed to have started by their driver Genntren Dert , a Philippino. More reports on page 7.
Casly felt sorry for Neil as he was having the same fate as her.
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Saturday, June 14, 2008
A Girl's Memory ( C1P1 )
Chapter 1 part 1- The past
Casly remembered the calling of the humming bird that flowed soothingly into her ears , evoked her past memories as a little innocent girl. Childhood was unpredictable and torturing for Casly as she had to go through various hardships and problems that arised along the path of her life.She was already confirmed as an orphan under the guidancy of her dearest aunt Kaire when she was in her tender age of six .Her mother past away when she was three and her father died of an accidental gunshot while he was serving his beloved country .Without the love of both parents , she didn't understand what parental Love really was. * This story is written by Ballet_Rocks92. If you want to know more , please e-mail me at ( yvonnechoo_sl@hotmail.com ).Thank you .
Casly remembered the calling of the humming bird that flowed soothingly into her ears , evoked her past memories as a little innocent girl. Childhood was unpredictable and torturing for Casly as she had to go through various hardships and problems that arised along the path of her life.She was already confirmed as an orphan under the guidancy of her dearest aunt Kaire when she was in her tender age of six .Her mother past away when she was three and her father died of an accidental gunshot while he was serving his beloved country .Without the love of both parents , she didn't understand what parental Love really was. * This story is written by Ballet_Rocks92. If you want to know more , please e-mail me at ( yvonnechoo_sl@hotmail.com ).Thank you .
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