You can't take my last twoel

We met in a toilet down in the park.
It was an accident-not usual do.
His face shown like monster in the near dark.
Which, as I recall, should have been my first clue.
He asked me to give him the last towel from the top.
Then yelled so loud with that noisy throat.
That I couldn’t resist. So I gathered my stuff.
And we pushed and we pushed till we cracked up.

Pictures of Thursday

Happy birthday to Jennifer.

Two beautiful ladies of our class.

Going to bowling.

Leaving

The gifts of winning best blog.

Hua on Writing

Mood is important to me. If I don’t have mood, I can’t write. My brain will get stuck, and stops me thinking any other ideas. Every time I write a essay, I write slowly. I need more time to create ideas and mood. Once I can get the mood from the story I want to write, ideas come out like the volcano blows up. My pen is free moving on the paper but it’s also not “free” at all. All the sentences are relating to each other and bringing you to the feeling of the story.

The Last Grape

The cover of my kitchen table is deep red with some colorful flower pictures. I am sure the cover was bought from my mother. Those colors and pictures are her favorite. It makes me remember the colorful umbrella he bought to me for school when I was young. She never knew I’d like to get wet rather than used her colorful umbrella. The TV control on the table is my father’s. He bought a new TV and put it behind the kitchen table. He doesn’t want to miss any TV show or news when he is taking dinner with one can of soda. The knife which is near the TV control has some stains on it. I am sure my sister had used it. She never cleans the knife after she has used it. It just like she never turns off the kitchen light once she has opened it. I still can’t think one of the reasons why her boyfriend chooses her. For myself, I didn’t leave anything. However, my family had left something to me. The last grape in the bowl on the table, which was left from last night, is still right there. Most people do not like to eat the last food, because they don’t want to be the one who finish the food. I think I am not going to eat the last grape. I don’t want to help them to be the one who finish all the grapes.

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The Key Chain

I have a little key chain. It’s oval and made by the transparent plastic. When you turn off the light, it can grow in the dark. Also, inside the key chain, there is a real baby crab which is dead. One of the interesting things is the crab had missing one leg. “Where is the leg?” I asked. I was shopping with my best friend in China and it was three days before I left my country. “This one is interesting. I am going to buy this one to you, for the gift before you leave.” He said, and paid five Chinese dollars to the cashier which equals about one U.S. dollar. Maybe you will think that is cheap, but for me, the value is more than money. On that time, we didn’t have much money to spend. After he paid for his new school and the bus tickets, those five dollars were all he had in his pocket. He is my confidant, the best friend I ever have. Even though I moved to other country, our friendships never decrease. Just like the key chain, it's getting old and has many scratches on its surface, but inside the crab still missing one leg.

Father...

Xiu
General, optimistic, patient, calm
Father of Hua
Who loves TV, news paper and soda
Who is afraid of my mother, sister and English
Who wants to see his hometown, friends and shopping mall
Resident of the lengthy Sunday night
… Huang