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Date Posted: 21:46:55 04/04/02 Thu
Author: Mr Chao
Author Host/IP: styx.uwa.edu.au / 130.95.128.51
Subject: Re: Once a Dream, Still Ever a Sweetness (CONTINUED)
In reply to: Mr Chao 's message, "Once a Dream, Still Ever a Sweetness (fiction story)" on 21:13:16 04/02/02 Tue

I couldn't tell, and, neither I knew that this was the first time I had to face a great loss. Let all the star stop shining, let every corner of the earth darken, because, I was in trauma, my fish jumped out of the tank, and a pussy cat was nearby!!!! Sighed. In as much that I had to mutter: "it's not fairrrrrrrr...not fair...not fair". A couple days later I fell sick. Doctor prescribed all sort of pills and pills and pills for me. None of them worked or proved to be helpful. Until another doctor, who is also my uncle, just stopped by my place to see my father. They talked and discussed about their "adult business", perhaps, I was not sure. Obviously, my uncle did not know a thing about the fact that I was being sick. However, at the dinner, I overheard my uncle saying with my dad:

- It's ridiculous
- I think so, said dad

My uncle nodded his head, and kept on ....:

- You're right, how can positive thinking work? Apparently, I don't suggest negative thinking, but positive.... is certainly absurd. You see, the only thing we can do is take the thing easy, that's all.

My father looked up to the ceiling, slowly frowned his eyebrow before cutting in my uncle's "lecture":

- errr...see,....but, how, I meant.... how to take it easy?

- I thought everyone .....knew about that, yes, just take it easy, ....ummmm..., or...you can play a trick to your mind by saying "it's OK, not bad, fair enough ....", believe me it works very well

What my uncle had said , somehow, recalled me the time when I muttered: : "it's not fairrrrrrrr...not fair...not fair". How terrible it was. Yukkk..., even just on retrospect, it's still terrible enough to cause me wearing down dramatically. Being so feared, unconsciously, I closed my eyes and thought to myself: "OK, it's fair, it's fair, fair enough". To tell the truth, on thinking as such, I did not feel anything exotic at all, but, at the same time I did not feel terrible any more. It's more endurable

When I went to bed, I slept well.
So, that's all folk ? Not quite, because, I had been really sick, it took many weeks for me to get back to normal again. In reality, I merely let time pass and......take thing easy. Occasionally, when thing went too much, I used to said to myself: "it's fair, fair enough" in order to get some tranquillity for my body.

Then came my father get a new job. My family went on better and better. Just a bit boring , because we were living in a quiet suburb, there was not much entertainment there. Every day was almost the same, as regular as an o'clock. We all were looking forward to something excited to happen. We were yearning, longing, and wishing eagerly for .....what ever you call, and....

It did come, at long last, year and year later when I was almost 14, and in high school now. You know what, make a bet, right, I will let you think for centuries, because that was the council, yes our councillors decided to renovate the public park where they would replace this with that, fix here a bit there a bit. Above all, and it was very precious for our kid, because they digged a pool and built a play ground as well. So, there were plenty of works for every one in my small town. Every body looked busy, included me. Frankly to say, at that moment, we do not have time for....being boring.

When the whole construction came to a finish, it was a big day. Actually, they even organised a fun fair with many interesting events at the new park. Unfortunately, right at that day, I got a tooth ache! Therefore, though I did go to the fair, I had not a chance to enjoy a thing. I couldn't recall what happened but it appeared that somehow I was too tired and I came to a bench to sit down.

Then, all of a sudden, my girl friend, still the one who swapped the fish for me years ago, rushed running toward me and murmured something. I did not answer, didn't I?????

BUT, she burst out angry and pushed me so hard that I did make a best fall ever in this world. I fell over, with three "somersaults", landing on my bottom first, then stumbling to get up, just for ...a trip over on myself and rolling miserably all the way right into the ....pool. POOOMMMMMMM.

Luckily, the water was not too deep, and I was a good swimmer as well, otherwise, big trouble for me already. The thing is, because being got to be in the cold water that made me "refreshed" and remember what my girl said, and what I did answer her. Hmmm....just something like this:

- why you're sitting on my cake, my girl friend asked

I replied:

- OK, it's not bad, it's fair, fair enough

(to be continued)

Fiction Story

Mr Chao

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