2008/07/25

My friend Mike

(Author: Wesley)

Today, my friend Mike will return to Canada. I appreciate God to let him join us fellowship and church, he is very nice, kind-hearted and handsome. He told me the english is very important in this world, and teached me lot's skills. This is the first time that I found enlgish can be used in other expression ways. He let me know lives are different in different countries. In that way, he advised me to go abroad for my schoolwork. however, I have no confidence to take the TOEFL test. He encourage me, and let me know I am not bad at english. I appreciate him!
My feeling is not good today for his leaving. God Bless Him.
Fighting for my dream... never give up in a halfway!

2008/07/05

My Journey

This article was wrote by XiaoFeng.
I was listening to my favourite song, “Seasons in the Sun” by Westlife when I recall the story behind this song. While this story is only known by few people, I would like to share it with you. This story took place in France. Peter, John and Mary were best friends since childhood. They went to the same elementary and high school. Peter and John owned different characteristics. Peter was an extrovert who liked to talk a lot with people. He was very active and a sportsperson who join a football team. In contrast, John was an introvert who seldom mixed with people. He lived on his own little world. Mary is a beautiful girl who was called the “Queen” of the school.
There were many guys who had a huge crush on her and would like to be her boyfriend. Both Peter and John fell in love with her. Peter confessed his love to Mary and they get married after graduated from high school. While John was too shy to tell his feelings to Mary, he chose to keep it as a secret.
Peter worked as a driver in a transportation company. Because of his night shifts, he was unable to accompany his wife, Mary. Therefore, he seeks John for help so that Mary would not be left alone at home.
One night, Peter went to perform his job as usual. He drove his truck in the dark. Due to the strong rain, he was unable to continue to drive so he returned to his home. He then found out that Mary was having sex with John. He couldn’t accept the fact that his best friend, John was having an affair with his wife, Mary. He was very furious, and eventually killed John and Mary.
After that he was regretted on what he had done. He went to the police station to admit that he was involved in a murder. He was sentenced to death. He wrote the lyrics of the song in the jail three days before his death.

The lyrics of the song (seasons in the sun):
goodbye to you my trusted friendwe've know each other since we were nine or tentogether we've climbed hills and treeslearned of love and abc'sskinned our hearts and skinned our knees
goodbye my friend it's hard to diewhen all the birds are singing in the skynow that spring is in the airpretty girls are everywherethink of me and i'll be there
we had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sunbut the hills that we clim!bed were just seasons out of time
goodbye papa please pray for mei was the black sheep of the familyyou tried to reach me right from wrongtoo much wine and too much songwonder how i got along
we had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sunbut the wine and the songlike the seasons have all gone
we had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sunbut the wine and the songlike the seasons have all gone
goodbye michelle my little oneyou gave me love and helped me find the sunand every time theat i was downyou would always come aroundand get my feet back on the ground
goodbye michelle it's hard to diewhen all the birds are singing in the skynow that the spring is in the airwith the flowers everywherei wish that we could both be there
we had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sunbut the hills that we clim!bed were just seasons out of time
we had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sunbut the wine and the songlike the seasons have all gone
we had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sunbut the wine and the songlike the seasons have all gone
we had joy we had fun we had seasons in the sunbut the wine and the songlike the seasons have all gone