Creative Writing

My birthday is Nov 12th

Wed, 18 Nov 2009 13:56:02 +0800

Everytime I listen to the song,

I will be sad.

Oh, friend,

I miss you now.

And now, missing become stronger and stronger,

it captured my heart in that last last winter.

You'll never know that day was my birthday,

and we broke up in the cold cold winter.

My birth day is Nov 12th.

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The draft II of The LipStick

Mon, 16 Nov 2009 23:02:32 +0800

This is the second draft~

http://www.easy-share.com/1908454980/The LipStick draft II.doc

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The draft of The LipStick

Mon, 09 Nov 2009 23:00:05 +0800

This is the address of my draft. Hope you would like to see it~

http://filer.blogbus.com/1387871/resource_138787112577783846.doc

To be continued~

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Cinquain

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 21:35:22 +0800

Candy

red, cute

charming，alluring

if you eat it

chili

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Haikus, Haikus (five haiku) 2009-10-21

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script

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 15:50:26 +0800

Because there are too many words, so I cannot publish it on the blog directly... But I still upload it online. If you want to see our group script, please download it in this address...

http://filer.blogbus.com/1387871/resource_138787112573207438.doc

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Forever young 2009-10-02

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Plan of adaptation

Wed, 28 Oct 2009 17:01:40 +0800

The original text I want to use is a short story which is written by Janpanese female autor, Yuikawa Kei. The article is called The Lip Stick, collected in book " The time for sigh". And the version I will use is the chinese version of this story.

My plan is to adapt this story into a script. Because I find script is fun and this story is suitable for adapted into a movie.

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决定 2009-11-18

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four women 2009-09-25

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Haikus, Haikus (five haiku)

Wed, 21 Oct 2009 16:45:06 +0800

Moon rises...

tears drop into the river,

reflection is broken...

Yellow light

with music; chocolate coffee

add some peppermint...

Rose bud rotten

in the ground; but

our hands hold tightly

In the summer,

wear a jacket while eat an ice-cream

in the winter

Blood drops from fingers,

painful; to the ground,

painful...

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Forever young

Fri, 02 Oct 2009 03:17:31 +0800

Considering that you haven’t heart of me before, allow me to give you a brief introduction of myself first. Honestly, I really don't know how to describe myself to you. You don't need to care about my name; and I haven't done anything except taking care of my sweet family; I think the only thing will be useful for you to know me is my real age and my incredible experience. And I do hope my story will not shock you too much...

So let me begin with my age. I think I am at least 80 years old now. But you must not believe it and be confused with my young appearance. I understand your feeling, for sure, because I had the same experience before my 28th birthday...

It was a sunny morning before my 28th birthday. I don't know why, just feel that the atmosphere surrounding me was so quiet that made me feel uncomfortable. The sunshine was likely to be frozen, which seemed to make the time flow slowly and slowly. Everybody walked towards the house opposite mine quickly without saying a word. They were family members, neighbors, policemen and so on. I really wanted to know what was happening there. I was very curious at that time. So I went to that house too and I smartly avoided all the people's line of sights and got into the house.

I saw two pictures on the wall. One was a wedding picture of a young couple. The other showed this young lady and an old man on it. But according to the same rings on their hands, I realized they were the couple on the wedding picture. I felt so strange, why the lady didn’t getting old? And what happened to this family? A strong foreboding swam into my head…

Climbing up to the second floor, I went into a room hit and miss. It seems like a reading room. A big work table was displayed in front of me. One little thing on it caught my eyes --an exquisite sandglass in which the sand was refluent. It was so shining and attractive that I couldn't help picking it up and appreciating it for a long time. "Hey, who are you?" Suddenly, I heard a voice accompanying the sound of the door open which surprised me. I turned back as fast as I could to see who was coming, holding the little sandglass tightly in my hand. I didn’t know the person, maybe he was the owner of the house? Then I was sent back to my house without placing the sandglass back. Thus, I got the refluent sandglass on the day before my 28th birthday. At that moment, I thought maybe it was the birthday gift from the god.

Strangely, after I got this sandglass, my physiognomy almost didn't change any more. Every time I saw the pictures I took on my 28th birthday, I found that my appearance just stopped on that day. I always thought that it might have some business with the sandglass. Because the strange thing happened just after I owned the sandglass. Did the sandglass have some magic? Or did I get the power to keep the time? I was so confused about it. But the sensus of confusion didn't remain for a long time. It replaced by the delight quickly.

When I saw other ladies worrying about their aging faces or buying all kinds of cosmetics and medicine in order to stay youth, the feeling was great! Because of my never-changing face, I could easily get the admiration from both men and women, which I thought was everyone’s dream. I felt that I was more like a time keeper or youth keeper. It was really a superiority feeling at that time. That was not only an exciting feeling of owning the ability to keep the time, but also a satisfaction of vanity especially for woman.

However, after several years, I began to dreary with myself. Everybody had changed more or less but me. At the beginning, my husband and i looked like a father and daughter, which was similar with that picture I saw in that house. And then, only I could have a healthy body forever. When I saw my husband lying on the bed, seemed like he was just standing in front of the death door, only the noise of the life support machine could let me feel that he was still alive and struggling with the god of death. I felt as if I was the only one left in the world. Maybe the entire world just discarded me, or I was left in the crake of time and space. Nobody would notice me.

Unfortunately, the situation got worse and worse after my husband passed away. I remembered that day, my husband's funeral was held in a church. The priest read the mantra; my husband was lying in the coffin quietly; I used all of my energy to try to hold my husband's hand, but I sat beside him like a stone. I couldn't cry, because my soul seems like not exist in my body anymore. The only thought in my mind was that every people I loved and loved me had already left me. Now, it was my husband's turn.

The remote voice of choir still remained in the deep of my mind. When I took the first step out of the church, a bright bell ring rang. I felt the sound of bell ring socked my heart heavily till my soul was really out of my body, flying in the sky. I started to realize that the sunshine was similar with that morning before my 28th birthday, pale and cold. But it also seemed very common, just like my 28th birthday, every birthday could be the copy of the 28th birthday, even another 28th birthday. My soul became like a camera hanging on a plane in a Hollywood film. I almost could see a couple having 200 kilometers distance from me who were enjoying their sweet love; At the fifth corner on my right side, a big crash occurred and somebody lost his life. There was only me, stopping at a point of the time line, neither could I move, nor flow. I was a rating frame. And that made me sad and mad.

Returning home, I felt nothing but sorrow. I lay on the bed, huddling myself up, felt that I was a ghost straying in the house which did not belong to me. I cried ceaselessly. Changing another posture, I continued to cry and cry. Not until I couldn't bare the stuffy nose did I fall asleep. I had an odd dream. In my dream, a face of the hostess who was the owner of that house appeared. She smiled to me, in an unfixed way, which just looked like a gibe? I felt a power pressed my soul down and down, through my body, through the mattress, touch the ground under the bed...

That was absolutely a kind of punishment for me! Punish me for my curiosity and vanity. I began to realize that it was not you who control the time or youth, but the time and youth master you. I seemed to become a monster, which could live forever, keep a young face, and thirst for death desperately. I knew I couldn’t stand this situation any longer…

I began to recall that when my mom passed away. She seemed very peaceful. But I still cried in my husband’s arms. Because I realized that every people all had a certain time to leave the world, but not me. I even didn’t change my appearance for more than half of a century! Would I be dead in some time? I had to accept that I was afraid of dying. However, cannot to be dead forever, left in this world lonely forever was also a horrible thing for me. At that moment, my husband said he would be always by my side. And it was him that gave the braveness to life.

And the next one was my best friend. Through her death, I really ensured that I cannot dead naturally, just like a normal people… I don’t know how to describe this kind of feeling…I just… too healthy in my age. After her dying, I had nothing to do. Nobody shared with my secret any more. Every time I feel lonely, I just thought of my husband. I tried to persuade myself, “ don’t worried, at least I have him…” But now, he left me away too…

As I said, it was a real punishment. Other criminals had a certain period for atonement. Whereas my situation was that I had to stay in one moment forever and ever. I suffered the life like that I was serving a prison sentence. And the time was the chains on my head, on my hand, on my body, and my feet… I prayed to the god every day and night. “Oh my god, please, and please, just let me die like a normal people”. The voice of my moan in my dreams became closer and closer to the heaven, became a gloomy song, which I had heard about it in the past. The name and the melody were slowly losing their meaning, slowly. At this minute, I thought about giving an end to myself…

So when you read these paragraphs I wrote on the wall, I am sure that I have already left the world, escaping from the controlling of time. I know I will enjoy the freedom.

For the sandglass, I hide it in my bedroom. Maybe your curiosity will provoke you to find it out. If so, I only want to say "good luck" to you. Because you might become another me, poor me, or maybe you will have a chance to really control the time and change your life in a good way.

Good Luck!

Plot

I am a woman who should be more than 80 years old. A little refluent sandglass changed my life. It made me like no more than 30 years old. Or I have to say, I stayed in my 28 years old forever. I managed to keep my time! At first, I enjoyed this feeling very much. I was so delighted with myself while the other women were worried about their aging face and crazy on buying all kind of goods just in order to try to keep their poor weak youth. However, when my husband's death occurred to me, I began to realize that everyone I loved just passed away in front of my eyes. That was more like a kind of punishment to me...To the end, I couldn't bare it any more. So I think maybe when you read these words I wrote, I have already not exist in the world. And if you are "lucky" enough, you will also get my sandglass inside of my bedroom. So, good luck!

Meaning

Actually my grandma just passed away in this summer holiday. In the first period, I am afraid of dying. I even cannot imagine my old appearance at that time. So I really hope I can have a magic to control the time and just let me skip of dying. But after several days of thinking, I think maybe if I can really manage my time, it will become a disaster, because it is against with the natural rules. But I know every woman would like to catch the tail of the youth for sure. That’s the reason why I want to write this story that is very personality and is a stream of consciousness. Because of the form that I choose, I hope I can write something more randomly, hope it looks like a person who is going to crazy to write these several words. That’s more matching to the main character.

Improvement

If I want to improve it again… I hope I can write some parts more and more crazy… Maybe I should explain the change of the emotion more clearly.

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When I'm writing a villanelle...

Thu, 01 Oct 2009 11:18:16 +0800

I write the first line here

It is a normal form for a villanelle absolutely

And the third line always should be put there

I guess maybe I will write the poetry for a whole year

Because it's too difficult to think about it coherently

I write the first line here

I want to write the third line into a monk's ear

But it cannot be put into a place randomly

And the third line always should be put there

And the first line always want to appear

So I have to repeat it continuously

I write the first line here

The third line feels itself like a gear

Because I repeat it like a computer's work obviously

And the third line always should be put there

Now, I know my eyes are full of tear

So lucky to finish it soon, finally

I write the first line here

And the third line always should be put there

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four women

Fri, 25 Sep 2009 22:13:22 +0800

One is blue eye shadows with a red lip,

Another is brown hair with a pink nail,

The other two's skin are all very pale,

All talking about a man called Philip.

He is a gardener who loves oxlip,

Sometimes he walks with his wife in a trail,

The others say he used to live in dale,

Actually they talk about three Philip.

Their brows seem to almost fly to the sky,

The sputum will be spouted very high.

One pretends that she knows everything,

Another thinks if she really knows him,

The others realise his name should be Jim,

But they all think it's very interesting.

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