Felina's Blog

During our llifetime, the whole lifetime, we keep suffering from pressure.

When we were children, 

I am Felina.

I am who I am.

  Life is just like a journey. During the journey, we meet different kinds of people, we see a lot of beeautiful scenery, and we also encounter some difficulties. As we were born, the journeys started. Everyone have their own special journeys, we meet different people and we go to different places. We may hold something and also lose something during the journey. After the journey, we will keep the most precious and importamt memory wuth us, no matter it is happy or sad.

"Yesterday, what did I do?"

"Tommorrow, what will I do?"

Everybody laughs at Elephant.

Monkey laughs at Elephat's heavy body.

I have a guitar. 

I have a dream.

Kiss a stranger to say hello.

Kiss your friends to tell them you care about them.

Anger is fire that hurts people surrounding you.

Anger is fog that cloud your reason.

Courage helps me face our fears.

Courage drives me to try something new.

 I live at the third floor which at a twelve-storey mansion. The mansion has just constructed for four years, it stand erect in the outskirts of the city. It is the middle Ages style mansion. There was a central courtyard in the atrium which surrounded by bulbs and flowers. The wall made of sturdiest rock, and fused on an atomic level with the floor that many people called it the most luxury mansion in the city. People who live here have certain economical standard. Due to the reason, we became the target that the thieves commit a crime unavoidably. Last Monday night, some big sound awakened me from the sleep. I was frightened when I heard the sound, but I screwed up my courage to know what was happened. I opened the door and saw two people right away. They were about 30-35 years old, and both of them have a long beard. They wore dungarees, so I inferred that they were workman. The moment when they began to jimmy my neighbor’s door, I heard their conversation indistinctly. In spite of that I couldn’t hear them clearly; I still could recognize the language that they spoke. They spoke in Taiwanese, which almost everyone could tell. The most important of all is that they both got drunk. I asked my family to call the police, and I continued to keep an eye on their any action. I didn’t dare to stop them, but I also worried about my neighbors. Eventually, I decided to make some noise to treat them. Out of my expectation, it got the desired result! They were scared and run like hell. Few days later, they were arrested by police and sent to the jail.