親愛的日記：
我今天早上在八點多起床，然後就跟姊姊一起懶洋洋的再旅館中看動物頻道。時間一下子就過了，才看沒幾個節目兩個多小時就過去了。接下來我們就到森林中走走，也沒走多遠，就拍了拍照片回車上。
接下來我們就去至膳園享用那豐盛的午餐，我最喜歡的是竹筍，又大又鮮嫩多汁，味道極佳。蒸魚很爽口，很好吃，湯的味道非常合我的口味。整體來說還蠻好吃的，只是有些鹹。接下來我們就開車回台南。一路上我都再睡覺，姐姐都在完臉書上的遊戲，可惜我會暈車，不能玩。
回家後，並沒有什麼事好做，因此我就看了看媽媽電腦裡的小說，然後就去拆電風扇了。我從小就很喜歡拆東西、組裝東西，有時候還會把壞了的自動鉛筆變成完好無缺的原子筆。我把爸爸的工具箱搬出來，然後就開始動作，希望可以把它徹底的解體，因為一臺壞掉的電風扇可是有很多東西可用的。
我先從螺絲開始，一個、兩個……慢慢的，我把一個個零件拆了下來。我的手越來越髒，我也越來越有成就感。終於，我到了我的極限，有兩個螺絲拆不下來，我也只好放棄。我把東西整理一下，要的東西收一收，然後就去休息了。為了這件事，我洗了三次手。
晚餐是從溪頭帶回來的竹筒飯，份量頗多頗好吃。
2011年4月4日 星期一
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親愛的日記:
今天一如往常，又是個美好的一天!我們要去溪頭玩，兩天一夜。我們今天一早就出發了，十一點多到了目的地，並進行了最重要的事:吃甕仔雞。我們點了兩盤麵線、一隻雞、一盤青菜和一碗竹筍湯。味道鹹甜適中，但非常的油膩，因為所有的東西都是用雞油煮的。所以我們包了很多剩餘的雞，然後就開車上山了。途中一直塞車，姊姊也一直打呼。打呼聲中夾雜著口水聲和口水泡泡破掉的爆鳴聲，還可以隱約聽到音樂般的旋律。她還真有音樂的天分，不過從打呼聲中就可聽出他對午餐的滿意度。我們就這樣邊塞車邊聽姊姊的打呼聲到山頂。
到了山頂後，我們先在森林中晃晃，我們在快三點多時到旅館登入，我就從那時玩網路和臉書到現在，因此沒有什麼好說的。晚餐是午餐的剩菜和路邊賣的菜包，真是好吃!
已經十點了，晚安。
Judy
今天一如往常，又是個美好的一天!我們要去溪頭玩，兩天一夜。我們今天一早就出發了，十一點多到了目的地，並進行了最重要的事:吃甕仔雞。我們點了兩盤麵線、一隻雞、一盤青菜和一碗竹筍湯。味道鹹甜適中，但非常的油膩，因為所有的東西都是用雞油煮的。所以我們包了很多剩餘的雞，然後就開車上山了。途中一直塞車，姊姊也一直打呼。打呼聲中夾雜著口水聲和口水泡泡破掉的爆鳴聲，還可以隱約聽到音樂般的旋律。她還真有音樂的天分，不過從打呼聲中就可聽出他對午餐的滿意度。我們就這樣邊塞車邊聽姊姊的打呼聲到山頂。
到了山頂後，我們先在森林中晃晃，我們在快三點多時到旅館登入，我就從那時玩網路和臉書到現在，因此沒有什麼好說的。晚餐是午餐的剩菜和路邊賣的菜包，真是好吃!
已經十點了，晚安。
Judy
2011年4月3日 星期日
A Story (Part 9)
Lythia dropped her spoon and started to mutter something. Her expression showed sadness, angryness, and confusion.
"Lythia, are you okay?" Asked Beckor, worried.
"What?" Lythia choked. "You seemed to be less selfish." She was trying to hide her emotion and thoughts.
"You were not like you. Muttering the things."
"Just... thinking 'bout my childhood."
"Childhood, you mean your past." Beckor stopped to eat, and spoke again. "Can you tell me?"
"Huh?"
"About your past." Lythia was silent. Beckor looked at her for a moment and understood.
"You don't need to tell me if you don't want to."
"I want to," said Lythia, "but not now."
They finished their lunch then.
"So...how do we play the-" Beckor was interrupted by Lythia's tap on the shoulder.
"What?" he asked.
"Tell me your story."
"'Kay." Beckor took a big breath and began.
"When I was little, I lived in a walthy family. My parents sold things. They were both really good at fighting. Mom fought like water, soft and swift and light. Dad fought like steel, hard, slow, and heavy. Both were sharp. Dad fought with a weapon mostly, and Mom fought with bare hands.
"They taught me how to fight part by part and how to make living. When I got bored, Mom would do her flight. She looked like a buffterfly, very beautiful. I was always very proud because of a beautiful mom, a handsome dad and they gave birth to my good-looking." Lythia chuckled.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing. Go on."
"There was also a friend, whose name I could not repeat, and who made my life miserable. He was our best friend. My parents always let him do anything. But one day, the friend was drunk when he came to find us. He yelled things at us, and we found that he was jealous of us. My dad and him argued, and then fought. Soon, the guy took away Dad's weapon and killed him. Mom died, too, trying to defend Dad and stop the guy.
"I was pretty lucky; when I saw what had happened, confusion and anger filled me. I leapt at him, but I was too weak. He sliced me with my father's knife and I fainted. He must have thought I died, because he was nowhere to be seen when I woke up.
"I never trusted anyone ever again."
"That's why you were so angry last night."
"Yeah. I made sure everything was all right last night, I even went to look at the magical box. I felf a great relief when I found that you werng weren't lying to me."
"You don't need to be so suspicious anymore. You have friends now."
Beckor hugged her as tears roled down his cheeks.
"Lythia, are you okay?" Asked Beckor, worried.
"What?" Lythia choked. "You seemed to be less selfish." She was trying to hide her emotion and thoughts.
"You were not like you. Muttering the things."
"Just... thinking 'bout my childhood."
"Childhood, you mean your past." Beckor stopped to eat, and spoke again. "Can you tell me?"
"Huh?"
"About your past." Lythia was silent. Beckor looked at her for a moment and understood.
"You don't need to tell me if you don't want to."
"I want to," said Lythia, "but not now."
They finished their lunch then.
"So...how do we play the-" Beckor was interrupted by Lythia's tap on the shoulder.
"What?" he asked.
"Tell me your story."
"'Kay." Beckor took a big breath and began.
"When I was little, I lived in a walthy family. My parents sold things. They were both really good at fighting. Mom fought like water, soft and swift and light. Dad fought like steel, hard, slow, and heavy. Both were sharp. Dad fought with a weapon mostly, and Mom fought with bare hands.
"They taught me how to fight part by part and how to make living. When I got bored, Mom would do her flight. She looked like a buffterfly, very beautiful. I was always very proud because of a beautiful mom, a handsome dad and they gave birth to my good-looking." Lythia chuckled.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing. Go on."
"There was also a friend, whose name I could not repeat, and who made my life miserable. He was our best friend. My parents always let him do anything. But one day, the friend was drunk when he came to find us. He yelled things at us, and we found that he was jealous of us. My dad and him argued, and then fought. Soon, the guy took away Dad's weapon and killed him. Mom died, too, trying to defend Dad and stop the guy.
"I was pretty lucky; when I saw what had happened, confusion and anger filled me. I leapt at him, but I was too weak. He sliced me with my father's knife and I fainted. He must have thought I died, because he was nowhere to be seen when I woke up.
"I never trusted anyone ever again."
"That's why you were so angry last night."
"Yeah. I made sure everything was all right last night, I even went to look at the magical box. I felf a great relief when I found that you werng weren't lying to me."
"You don't need to be so suspicious anymore. You have friends now."
Beckor hugged her as tears roled down his cheeks.
2011年4月2日 星期六
a Story (Part 8)
"When will I learn magic?" Asked Beckor.
"It depends, but you need to prthia drank a mouth actice fighting and shoot more often." Lythia drank a mouthful of water and continued. "I see that you have learned how to use arrows long ago, but you are out of practice." Beckor nodded.
Soon, they were back in the cave. Help me with the birds. Lythia sent Beckor a message. Okay, but how? Thought Beckor. Lythia sensed his thoughts and replied. Get these feathers off, they're really useful. If I'm not wrong, these are similar species, right?
Actually, they're the same species, but they have different genes.
Huh?
Look, some people have red hair, some have black, some have blond, some peole are black, some are white, and some are yellow.
But...
Okay, I'll make an easier example. All dogs are same species. But the sizes, shapes, length of hair, color, etc are different. These two birds are same in many places, like...
Okay, genius, I understand now.
Thanks for calling me genius, but don't interrupt.
Beckor replied then, but Lythia wasn't listening. He turned to look at her and found her resting with her eyes close. It must have took her a lot of energy to sense and send messages to and from Beckor. The boy was afraid that she may be angry after waking up, so he decided to do all the work. After the work was done, he woke Lythia up and they cooked lunch together. It was very hot and dry, but they didn't have time to rest. El and Sophia went training as the teenagers started having their meal. Beckor ate in the normal speed, trying to hide his excitement, but Lythia was very slow.
"It depends, but you need to prthia drank a mouth actice fighting and shoot more often." Lythia drank a mouthful of water and continued. "I see that you have learned how to use arrows long ago, but you are out of practice." Beckor nodded.
Soon, they were back in the cave. Help me with the birds. Lythia sent Beckor a message. Okay, but how? Thought Beckor. Lythia sensed his thoughts and replied. Get these feathers off, they're really useful. If I'm not wrong, these are similar species, right?
Actually, they're the same species, but they have different genes.
Huh?
Look, some people have red hair, some have black, some have blond, some peole are black, some are white, and some are yellow.
But...
Okay, I'll make an easier example. All dogs are same species. But the sizes, shapes, length of hair, color, etc are different. These two birds are same in many places, like...
Okay, genius, I understand now.
Thanks for calling me genius, but don't interrupt.
Beckor replied then, but Lythia wasn't listening. He turned to look at her and found her resting with her eyes close. It must have took her a lot of energy to sense and send messages to and from Beckor. The boy was afraid that she may be angry after waking up, so he decided to do all the work. After the work was done, he woke Lythia up and they cooked lunch together. It was very hot and dry, but they didn't have time to rest. El and Sophia went training as the teenagers started having their meal. Beckor ate in the normal speed, trying to hide his excitement, but Lythia was very slow.
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