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　　I Promise

　　What is a promise? Roughly defined, promise is a declaration assuring that one will or will not do something. Promise can make you and it can also destroy you. People good at keeping their promises are trusted. In contrast, people who have trouble keeping promises are frowned upon and disliked. Why? Maybe it is because people often act upon others action. When people say: “I promise” and do it, others know that such people are trustworthy. In many business transactions, one party performs a service to the other in anticipation that the recipient of the service will pay back within a certain time limit. This is nothing but common sense that successful people put such a high priority on good credit. Contract and agreement are written forms of promise, and in certain situation verbal promise has the bonding effect of law. In either form of promises, people are supposed to honor rather than breach them.

　　In the story “Cry Wolf”, the young boy was attacked by the wolf when no one came to his rescue. What we learn is that you cannot trick people into action just for fun or your own benefit. Otherwise, you are doing a disservice to yourself and lose trust due to disappointment caused. Many people think that the successful career of Andy Liu as a movie star, popular singer, and winner of numerous awards is attributed to a number of his qualities, among which an important one is that he is very good at keeping his promises to himself, his fans, and family. So when we promise ourselves something, or promise other people something, please do the best to honor it. People wouldn’t be as disappointed when you fail after trying as they would when you don’t make any effort at all.

　　If Dalmatians Would Talk

　　Spot da Dog is our beloved daughter. As a dalmatian, she is just as willful as any other ones. Ron, my husband, and I really love her deeply. We promised that we would take care of her for life, and then her children and her grandchildren. We are a complete family.

　　Spot loves to run around the house, picks stuffs and brings to me. Most of the time, she just makes her dalmatian special whistle noise to ask for our attentions all on her only. I couldn't help looking at her or ignoring her. Her innocent eyes are telling us that she's our baby forever and ever. Somehow I just wonder how if spot could talk. This spoiled gal would never leave me in peace.

　　Mom! Take me out for pee pee!! That might be her screaming at 5am each and every morning. If she could talk, she couldn't need to make her sharp wistle noise any more but yelling at us and dragging us out of our warm bed. "Get up, you lazy bastard!" She would be angry if we delay any minute. Geee... We've got some difficulties to get up every morning, but because of her, things have changed. We have to jump out of bed and dress up asap to take her out. She waves her tails, gives us her big smile in her face, and jumping into us. " Good morning!" She might say! " I can't hold my pee any longer!" She might complain. shhhhhh.... She didn't make it, peed right in right of our back door. "Spot!!!!!!!" Ron would be going nuts! "Sorry, papa!" She might just turn around, smile at him and run into her own bed. She would just grovel there, waving the end of her tail. " I told you! " She might whisping, "That's your own fault! You are not quick enough, and I couldn't hold any longer!" "Sorry, dude!" her tail would be still doing that dancing in the end. "What am I gonna do wit' you? Spot!" I shake my head each time when she does that, though she couldn't talk, I still hear what she says. "Sorry, ma!" her innocence is shining in her eyes.

　　If a dalmatian could talk, spot wouldn't need to pee in Ron's chair to complain about he didn't give her enough food! "Give me that pieace of stake!" She would just sit beside him, and make her order. " No!" Ron would latch her into her own room when he eats. "I want that piece of stake!" She would screaming in her room. "You Papa! I want your food!" She might be a little upset! However, I really would love her to let me know what she loves to eat. I hate her to go to our kitchen sniffing around and steals some food or chewing on the vegetables. "Just tell mam what you want!" I always pat her head and say. No! Spot, you shouldn't eat that! No, not the cabbage!! "That smells good to me!" She would just take some of our leftover from last night in the cabbage. "I'm gonna eat that, it is great!" She runs to her bed wit' her plunder and murmuring. "Why don't you cook me breakfast?" "I like dad's toast!" "How about some eggs?" She might just following me around in the kitchen and give me her favoriate list. "Dog food sucks!"She would throw me a fit and leave.

　　If Spot would talk, I suppose she would tell me how comfortable our bed is. She would let me know how enjoyable it is to lying in our bed at the sunny noons, having her favorite chewing bones and taking a nap. She might convince me for giving her some room in bed at night. "I like to sleep between you and dad!" She might say, "I love to have your smell around me! I feel safe!" She licks my face. Maybe she could convient her dad Ron to let her sleep beside him, and wouldn't fight for the covers again. She would be a persnickety gal, nagging at us in order to get her ways. "No shower!" "I want a dinning chair!" "Play wit' me!" "Get me more toys!" "Take me out for a walk!" "I still want run in the garden, ma, I don't feel like going home yet!!!" A dalmatian like spot must would be a gabber! In the end, Ron and I would just give up and let her do whatever she wants.

　　If Spot would talk, she must be a trilingual. She is smart enough to learn any languages if she wants. Spot can understand English better than the local people here, Ron always give her this compliment. However, I found her main intelligence is not her language talents, but her selective hearing. "Let's go out for a run!" That's the only thing she is interested to hear. "Sit!" is only useful when she wants to have some food. "Ting-bu-Dong!" That's how she answers me when I tell her that she's not allowed in our bed! She learnt that from daddy because Ron also has a selective hearing for whatever I say to him. He would turn to me with that Ting-bu-dong (I don't understant! in Chinese) crap when I ask him to do dishes or when we talk about going to my parents for family dinners. "Mom, dad is gonna spank me!" she would cry to me and hide behind my back when Ron is mad at her humping his legs. God knows where she learnt that. "She supposed to be humped, she shouldn't humping anything. That's disgusting!!!" Ron would be really pissed off. Guess that time spot understood what the consequence she took for her selective hearing. She's locked in her own little room again.

　　Dals are such willful wonders that sometimes they are just like spoiled kids, selfish and stinginess. It is lucky for us that they couldn't talk in the way that we can play dumb that we don't know what they want, or at least pretend to be so. I do wish that Spot would let me know what makes her uncomfortable and what's wrong wit' her when she's sick. I also wish that she could cut that wistle noise down and calm down a bit. If dalmatians would talk, I suppose all us, the owners of dalmatians wouldn't want to deal with more tourlbes than our dals. They would take all our energies, time and attentions for theirselves. We would be fully occupied. So while thinking of all of these, I am patting Spot on my lab, I feel really eased, 'cause after all she's my dalmatian daughter, she can't talk.

　　I wanna say “I love you”

　　Girl, it’s been 5 years since I left you in that cold season. I still remember everything about you, your grins, smiles, tears, your promises and your desperations. I miss you, girl; I miss you very much! Are you all right now? Are you happy? Do you miss me sometimes?

　　Remember you always asked me if I love you? I always refused to give you a positive answer, because of some kinds of man’s self-respect. I could hint you, enlighten you, but I just did not want to give a direct answer. The other reason is that I knew we could never be together, never!

　　There was one time you accompanied me for a job interview. You were waiting for me on the square when it started to rain. You didn’t find a place to hide from the rain because you had promised me to let me see you from upstairs. I saw you standing in the rain. People passing by were looking at you with strange faces, as if you were from another planet. Ignoring those people, you just stood there, looked up to my direction sometimes, waiting for me. Words couldn’t describe my feelings at the time. I was so touched that I ran of f the building as soon as I had my interview done. Except holding you tightly inside my arms, I could say nothing.

　　I was a bit emotional and you were kind of impulsive, so we quarreled. You had many male friends(not boyfriends), while I had none female friends. I felt jealous and uneasy whenever you called your male friends. I told you I was not happy with that, and you just didn’t give a shit about my complains. Then we fought, until we both felt tried about everything. Finally we broke up, making our story come to its final end.

　　Before broke up with me, you had a long conversation with me. You told me why you were sick on all those stuff, and why you had to leave me. I pretended to be cool and man enough to take all the shits. I didn’t say a single word until you asked me if I love you. I refused to answer that question, cause I believed it would make no sense if I said yes. We would apart from each other soon anyway. Saying yes would hurt her even deeper and harder. Then I saw you crying sadly, like I was cutting you in the heart with a knife.

　　I remember I told you that I would not always remember you, but I would never forget you!

　　I know I owe you an answer, and I hereby want to tell you: I loved you. I loved you so much that I would use my life to get you back. But not for now, cause we are all married, and I love my wife. Why not we leave our story behind us and give each other a warm greeting?

　　I wanna be your knight

　　I know I’ve changed a lot ever since I had you as my girl. I also know there are still a lot of things for me to do to make myself a qualified boyfriend, fiancée and husband. Honey, I wanna be your hero and be your knight!

　　You never ask for something which is beyond my ability. You have the least vanity and the strongest will to form a happy, joyful and stable family. You know what, though? I can’t give you much now! You’ve said to me that Danny is just an ordinary person to the world, but the entire world to you! I was deeply touched. How I wish I could be your world, so that you could count on me, rely on me and make your wishes to me, like you did to God! But as a matter of fact, I am an ordinary person now! And I’ve lost my passion!

　　You’ve promised me that you would never let your man suffer from anything! That was the time I was not your boyfriend yet. I was, however, much shocked by what you said, because they were supposed to be said by men, not women! You must be a tough girl, I guessed! Things went like a domestic serial show; we fell in love 2 months later.

　　You moved in my house in order to take care of me. You get up earlier than me just to make breakfast for me; you clean up the room everyday just to let me feel warmer inside; you wash all the clothes just to minimize my duty. More importantly, you never restrict my social activities. You would say “Just go drinking to let go all your depressions whenever I’m depressed. But don’t get drunk.

　　You’re spoiling me, honey! You know I have to say this! Because the more you do for me, the more I feel guilty! I should’ve done much more than what you did for me! I’m a man, and I really wanna be your knight, to protect you and to be the home of your soul.

　　They say the taste of love is bitter sweet. We’re creating our romantic stories together, which I believe would become legends or myths or something in the future. People from hundreds of years later may pick up my letter or our pictures from our tomb or somewhere else, and they may understand the true love I showed to you here in this letter. Who knows if this letter would become a model article for the students in that time? Teachers may use my letter to show how the ancients expressed their loves.

　　Honey, I always wanna tell you this: It is my honor to have you as my girl. I must have something good in my previous life, so God gave you to me in return. Honey, I love you!

　　I know our love is doomed to be a tragical ending

　　Dark in the room, there are only two lighted candles beside the computer, because he likes leave them on when he uses computer. But I don’t know from when, I got this habit, too.

　　Him, 29 yrs old; me, 22 yrs old.

　　Clearly, I have swore that never been touched easily again by a man, but why finally I still could not control my heart; clearly, I have knew that one month later he will back to America, why both of us are still nurturing our relationship? My mind been disturbed by him….Fine, “don’t care what will happen in the future, but only care what is happening now”. Though I always use this sentence to persuade myself, is it really working on me?…“He will come back one day”….I am lying to myself….

　　I am really scared. Scared about the day he’s leaving, I don’t know how I could act, don’t know what I could say to him, either….I never had such strong feeling that want the time to stop, just sitting on the couch alongside of him quietly, putting my head on his shoulder, and his hand holding mine…….

　　Always secretly looking at him more, because I know I will have no chance to see him like this very soon, because I know clearly from my heart that once he leaves, that is leaving forever.

　　God is playing game with me; God is taking advantage of me! Why after you let me fell for him then lead the way to the one that I never can have a result with him?! It could be better if you not let us even met each other at the first place!!! Even if there’s no one loves me; even if I don’t fell for anyone, which is even better than the situation now that we will be part away from each other.

　　Eric, I’m afraid I will really really miss you, I’m afraid you will forget me after you go back to America….but the most scared thing for me is couldn’t have your last name, couldn’t be together with you in my life….

　　I think I fell in love with him…...

　　I think I love him…….

　　But I know our love is doomed to be a tragical ending….

　　I hate myself!!

　　Two years ago, I made a great decision quit my job, everybody who knew this news supported me and hop me to leave earlier; the more I worked hard, the less I got, I think; I know it is no affair, but I entered this company for helping this boss, my former colleague, so I quit my former better job; he made a promise to me …..but nothing came true; about four years I must leave for seeking another job which is suitable for me; the decision has been completed; I feel so easy!

　　But who knows? After my decision, my boss may have a severe heart attack? Everyday I see his tired face and ….I can’t help crying; a poor man, a poor boss, I don’t know if I should leave or stay, I have a hesitation again;

　　in my life, I have never let anybody disappointment and never given up the friendship for the money, I know the friendship is greatest in my heart; but now, I become so selfish, I have suffered from the unfair and the less wage for four years, why didn’t I suffered from again now? I don’t know, maybe my leaving can let him unhappy, maybe…..but, how can I leave in this occasion? Is seem that I put a basin of cold water down his head!

　　I don’t know how to do and what to do! My mood become more bad, my heart become more achy, maybe my decision will become air flying into the sky, I hate myself, hate myself very much, my god!!