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Lakers: #8 or #24? Which number would join the other Lakers greats?

It is a question that the Lakers organization would not have to worry about for a few more years but it is an interesting topic, a debatable one too. It will be a tough decision for the Lakers organization to make. In my opinion, I think whether he won the 3 championships as a “sidekick” or 2 championships as the “main guy” shouldn’t be the main argument when deciding which number to retire. The fact is Shaquille would have never won without Bryant or the others players and Kobe would never have won without Pau or any other players on the Lakers squad. Nobody wins championships by themselves.

When he wore number 8, he had to have the maturity as a player by accepting his role on the team being the supporting cast. He did his job well, providing the fire-power the Lakers were looking for then when Shaq was in foul trouble or having a off-night. He broke NBA records, he did great and jaw-dropping performances, he won championships, he won Slam Dunk competition, he won an All-Star MVP, he won a scoring title, he was a 8 time All-Star and he was already considered as a future Hall-Of-Famer. With that resume, it is enough to retire any player’s number within any organization and to be considered for Hall-of-Fame.
Then he started off a new season wearing number 24 and went on to do even more amazing things, adding on to his already mind-blowing resume: winning another scoring title, winning the regular season MVP, winning 2 more championships, 2 Finals MVPs, winning 2 more All-Star MVPs, 4 times All-Star, and breaking more records. Using that as a serperate career, those achievements are enough to hang another’s number up high and putting their name down in the Hall-of-Fame. With number 24, he has to accept his new role on this new Lakers squad where he has to be the leader guiding his team to win. His maturity as a player grew because his job is not just to score but to get his team-mates involved and motivate them to win. He has to raise their level of play to match his rather than making every play in the game by himself.
He went from a guy who just needed to come in and score to help the team win to a leader who has to lead his team to win. Yes, he was not as mature a player then as he is now but nobody is perfect. The mentality of the #8 Kobe is different from that of the #24 Kobe. In my opinion, I think both numbers deserve retirement because Kobe Bryant is in a special situation. He has played with the Lakers his whole career and his accomplisments when wearing both numbers are incredible seperately and when you put them together. There is also always a first in everything so what better reasons are there to retire two numbers for one player than Kobe Bryant’s career? Ultimately if one single number had to be picked, number 24 would be the better of the two numbers only because 8 is the number Kobe Bryant had chosen to leave behind while wearing the number 24 now.

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IDIOT

We all know the despicable things (s)he did

It was nothing different, it was nothing surprising


Just shut your eyes and pretend it was a nightmare




We all know the pick up lines (s)he uses


It was nothing different, it was nothing creative


Acting nice, acting sorry only with a slight twist




An idiot like us may be quite naïve


But at least we aren’t fakes


At least we gave it our all




We are the same kind of idiot


To allow love to hurt us over and over again


To believe that (s)he is different


Only to be played like an idiot




We are the same kind of idiot


To never give in to the pain


To believe one day, there will be a price to all the givings


Only to find the price in the end was to be called an idiot




… … …Why are they all the same… … …

R.I.P. Michael Jackson, the King of Pop~

Today a sad tragedy has happened! Michael Jackson suffered from a
cadiac arrest and died after arriving at the hospital! A legend’s life
is lost again!


I remember when I was young, I wanted to be named Michael! First I
wanted to be Michael Jackson then I picked up a basketball and wanted
to be Michael Jordan! For a while, I remember calling myself Michael
wherever i go! I was impersonating Michael Jackson, doing all the dance
moves but when I stepped up onto the basketball court; I was
impersonating Michael Jordan, trying to do the moves he does! Both MJ’s
were a big part of my child-hood! I would stay up late as a kid, just
watching all of MJ’s music videos and just trying to learn his moves!
It was the best moment in my life, idolizing the King of Pop and just
wanting to dance his moves! My dad even got the whole thing down on
camera whenever I would dance and say I AM MICHAEL JACKSON! I used to
be so scared of the Thriller music video because of the zombies, oh
boy…the kind of stories and things my brother would use to scare me
with! And now…now he is gone from this world!


Just when he was just about to mount a comeback, this legendary
performer left us all! He will never be forgotten, he has taught the
world so many! Not just with his amazing voice and his famous dance
moves but also he touched us all with his lyrics and his love for the
world! He not only cares for those in Africa, he has shown great
sympathy to all those around the world! It don’t matter if you’re black
or white! He made sure people hears his voice, he makes sure those who
were treated unfair sees some light in the future! And yet for the past
few years, we have used the King of Pop’s name as a reference and a
joke for perverts? This is one legendary figure whom has died with so
many mis-understandings the world has inflicted upon him! Maybe he did
make some mistakes in his life, maybe he did all those things which
leads people to thinking that he is "mentally-retarded" but have we
stop and look at all the goods MJ has done in his life?


He touches many lives with that voice of his; he inspired many to start
dancing and he goes beyond his power to try and help HEAL THE WORLD
which has hurted him in every way possible! He was a tortured soul, so
strong and yet so vulnerable at the same time! A tragic beauty, and in
many ways reminded me of Princess Diana: Supreme but always
self-doubting, hurt and injured by the harshness of the media yet his
legend will live on! He is dead but let us all not forget his
teachings, his talents and his love! R.I.P. Michael Jackson, the King
Of Pop he will forever be! I grew up idolizing two MJ’s and now only
one of them is still alive! SIghhhh~



"And it seems to me you lived your life

Like a candle in the wind


Never fading with the sunset


When the rain set in


And your footsteps will always fall here


Along America’s greenest hills


Your candles burned out long before


Your legend ever will"

 

…A Lost Story…

By Lawrence Chia Yen, Lin
 
… …Two lovers… …Two opposite dreams… …
… …What will they remember after their seperation… …?
… …Is it the soul-stirring affection when they first met… …?
… …Is it the fiery passion when they fell in love… …?
… …Is it the tormenting heartache when they fought… …?
… …Or is it the final benediction during their parting… …?
 After the breakup… …
He gathered his memories… …
While she vacate the appartment and the last minute arrival of letters… …
His reluctance could be felt… …
While her affliction could be seen… …
To them, it is a day of confused emotions… …
To those who loved, it is a lost story… …
She recalls back to his first confession of his love… …
And he echoes the happiness she shone upon him… …
The surrounding atmosphere is the residue of their loving memory… …
The only question that both ponder is… …
… …Why and how did it all come to pass… …
Both waited for the other to speak of the end… …
Maybe neither knew the cause… …
The only question he wanted to ask became speechless… …
(How long will it take for their love to become a lost story)… …
Her only respond is gagged by the bitter truth… …
(Perhaps time will heal them both)… …
Their love story started to alter… …
They both walked out together… …
An obscure yet intimate silence bond them together… …
In their eyes reflect a different world… …
They finally hit a bifurcation after all these years… …
Now they both grasp the cause… …
They both were sharing opposite dreams that shall never contact… …
With a last glance, they both walked on… smiling…
Maybe this will not be a lost story… …
 *Beep* (Both he and she says) You have reached **** and ****’s fairyland! Please leave a message and your number after the beep; for we are busy loving one another! (Both he and she laughing) We will get back to you as soon as possible! (He says) I love ****! (She says) I love **** more! (Shared laughter) *Long Beep*

Believe in Christmas

The snowflake that gently attach itself to the smooth surface of my window reminds me that Christmas is here once again. Christmas, the most loving holiday of all, is once again upon this snowy city. As I sit here at 3:42 a.m sleepless, I decided to wonder down the path of my long winding train of thoughts. For the past year of 2008, I have heard people saying that this world is full of chaos and hatred; whenever I find myself giving in to that very thought, I go to the top of the Saint Joseph Church. There, is the place where I find the peace of life, there is the place where I see love surrounding me. Love between friends, children and parents, boyfriend and girlfriend, husband and wife, brother and sister; so who says that this world is so full of hatred? Love is actually all around us. All we need to do is to see it, feel it, sense it, grab hold of it and welcome it. Christmas is one of the biggest event of the year, it finds itself surrounded by love, forgiveness and happiness. So Christmas means to love, to forgive and to be happy. To love; to love the ones around you, to love the world, to love what you have, to love what you had and to love yourself. To forgive; to forgive the ones who wronged you, to forgive the past, to forgive the world and to forgive yourself. Be happy; be happy for life, be happy for your family, be happy for the world and be happy for yourself. But what is Christmas without all the presents? Some might want a car, others might want a toy. I am very lucky to want most unwanted gift of all and yet the most precious gift of all. I want to be satisfied; I want to be satisfied by what I already have, satisfied by what I had. Yes, it would be nice to have a car or to have a million dollar or that new cellphone but wouldn’t I just want more and more each time? Wouldn’t it be nicer if I can get what nobody else asked for: the satisfaction of life? In life you don’t always get what you want, whether it be Christmas or not, so how you face the disappointment will be the real test. So this christmas, I ask for nothing but for myself to learn to be satisfied with everything I have and had. Maybe I don’t need the things I wish I have, maybe I am great the way my life is; all I have to do is to see it, feel it, sense it, grab hold of it and welcome it and hopefully it will turn out to be the best Christmas present I can ever get! So to those who bothered to read this, I wish that one day you will be as lucky as I am: to learn to lead a life where you can be positive and be satisfied with all that you have. I wish that one day you can wake up and say: I WANT NOTHING MORE~

*********** 丟了翅膀, 他仍是天使 ************

 
當在外地出差的我坐飛機趕回來時,十個月的兒子新新已經被推出搶救
室。醫生說持續的高燒也許損傷了腦神經,我要有心理準備接受可能的後遺症。
 
  老公兩天后才從國外回來。出院後,我們常常測試新新的聽力和視覺,沒有發現
任何異常。我們終於放下忐忑的心。可漸漸地,我發現他開始瞪著無神的眼睛發
呆,或者呈現一種令我不安的笑容。當和新新一般大的孩子開始邁著步子,清脆地喊
著爸爸媽媽的時候,新新依舊呆呆坐在那裏,傻傻地笑著。抱著他四處求醫,結論同
出一轍:新新的智力將會停留在幼兒期,除非發生奇跡。
 
  那是段痛不欲生的日子,抱著孩子尋找各種可能的奇跡,秘方、偏方,甚至針
灸。那長長的針如同刺在我的心尖,汗和淚伴著孩子淒厲的哭聲一起落下。我多麼希
望這只是一場夢,夢醒後充滿靈氣的新新在對我 甜甜地笑。我開始幻聽,總感覺新新
在喊媽媽。
 
  我深深自責為了事業沒有照顧好兒子,卻不敢留在家裏面對。每天下班後沉默地
摟著他,日復一日,淚流盡了,心也似乎麻木了。老公也因為家裏氣氛沉悶,漸漸變
得很少回家吃飯。
 
  婆婆來看我們,說把新新帶走,讓我們再要一個孩子。我不假思索斷然拒絕,我
不能那樣做
!他沒有選擇地來到這個世界,又因為我的疏忽變成這樣,已經夠不幸了!把新新緊緊
摟在懷裏,我不要別人分享對他的愛!
 
 
2
新新兩周歲生日那天,我才驚覺老公已經不再陪我們一起吃飯了,怕失去他
的恐慌開始噬咬著我,使我覺得難以呼吸。直至深夜,一身酒氣踉踉蹌蹌的老公才踏
進家門,我已經荒蕪的淚水終於又奔湧出來。老婆,我們再要一個孩子好嗎?我狠狠點
著頭,與他緊緊相擁,抵死纏綿……
 
我又懷孕了!撫著逐漸隆起的小腹,有些苦澀的甜蜜。我仿佛比誰都期待這個孩
子,卻又在內心裏抗拒這個孩子。看到新新向我伸來的手臂,我的心又湧起巨大的痛
楚:新新,這個世界,除了媽媽誰還能愛你
!
 
  我終於下定決心打掉這個孩子,可檢查結果使我震驚:我竟然懷了雙胞胎!
 
  2002年的夏天,一對漂亮的小女孩陽陽和月月降臨了。滿月以後,那對粉雕玉琢
的小人,總是甜甜地笑,很少哭鬧。只要我一說話,頭就隨著我的聲音轉,讓我充分
享受到做媽媽的喜悅。我已經顧不上新新,無論我多麼約束自己,潛意識裏我已經開
始忽略新新,只把他交給保姆,甚至開始討厭他那傻傻的樣子。
 
轉眼,陽陽和月月會走了。新新一般不注意什麼,只是對這兩個妹妹格外敏
感,常常注視她們的一舉一動,似乎帶著極大的興趣,而且不同于平時的眼神。我是
不允許他接近她們的,他只能那樣在一邊望著,可我控制不住陽陽和月月蹣跚邁向新
新的腳步,她們同樣對新新表現出極大的興趣。而我卻捨不得強迫她們什麼,只是一
次又一次嚴厲地對新新說,記住,不許碰妹妹!不許碰妹妹!漸漸地,他對我有了怯
意,我卻絲毫沒覺得有何不妥。
 
  一天,孩子們在午睡,保姆出去買菜,我去儲物間整理衣物。突然聽到孩子的哭
聲,我連忙跑進臥室,看到新新正從床的欄杆間縫向外拉月月的兩根手指,手指被卡
住,新新還在用力向外拉。我一把拉過新新,照著他的手,狠狠拍打,不是告訴你不
許碰妹妹,不許碰妹妹嗎!看你以後還碰不碰妹妹!我越打越生氣,似乎在發洩對他積
累的厭惡。我瘋了似的尋找可以用來打他的東西,直到看見鏡子裏自己魔鬼一樣的
臉。我終於聽到孩子們的哭聲,終於看到蜷縮一團哭泣的新新,還有女兒們的喊叫聲
……
 
  保姆回來了,抱起新新,看著我餘怒未消的臉想說什麼,我擺擺手讓她抱新新回
自己的房間。我哄著陽陽和月月,突然看到床上有幾塊動物餅乾,陽陽的手裏還握著
一塊要喂我。我連忙到月月那邊,果然月月那邊床下有幾塊餅乾,已經被我踩碎
了。新新最喜歡吃動物餅乾,原來他拉妹妹的手是要給妹妹餅乾。我的心被刺痛
了,連忙到他的房間,他已經被保姆哄睡了,可還在睡夢裏抽搐著。我不禁泛起一陣
酸楚,我這是怎麼了
?我還是他的媽媽嗎?
 
  一天,我和女兒們玩著擁抱的遊戲。我拍拍手,她們就喊著媽媽,張著小胳膊爭
先恐後向我跑來,然後我們緊緊擁抱。這麼簡單的遊戲,她們卻樂此不疲,一遍又一
遍。忽然,新新也張開他的胳膊,向我跑來,含糊地說著,媽媽,媽媽。我簡直不相
信自己的耳朵
!我的兒子,自從來到這個世界,從沒開過口!緊緊摟住撲到懷裏的新新,我哭了。已
經對他沉睡的母愛被重新喚起,兒子,媽媽有多久沒摟過你,媽媽對不起你!
  3
  我終於開始認真思考我的孩子們,我有一個與眾不同的家庭,我竟然有三個孩
子!他們正漸漸長大,將來要有他們自己的人生。等我離開這個世界時,只有他們之
間才能互相照顧。尤其新新,他需要好多好多的愛。
 
  我不再分隔他們,而是常常告訴女兒們,要好好愛哥哥,因為沒有他,就沒有她
們。我知道她們聽不懂,我只希望她們會記住我的話。
 
  我每天陪三個孩子做遊戲,唱歌,跳舞,為他們講故事。而新新,越來越有靈
氣,不但會叫爸爸、妹妹了,還會含糊表達自己的需要,而且會隨著節奏跳些簡單的
舞步。看著並成一排熟睡中的孩子們,我終於相信這個世界上有奇跡,那就是愛,愛
可以創造一切!
 
  陽陽和月月到了上幼稚園的年齡,我也該上班了。為了減少我的負擔,婆婆來商
量著把新新接走。我猶豫再三,其實按新新現在的情況,勉強可以上幼稚園,可他畢
竟和別的孩子不一樣,我害怕來自外界給他的傷害。
 
  新新被帶走的那個晚上,女兒們不肯上床睡覺,一定要等哥哥回來。她們閃著漂
亮的大眼睛問我,哥哥什麼時候回來?為什麼哥哥不上幼稚園?我的心一凜,回答她
們,哥哥生病了,要好長時間才會好。她們又問。他會想我們的,為什麼我們不照顧
他呢?快讓哥哥回來,我們會照顧他的。我的心緊了又緊,你們要乖乖的,只要你們聽
話,哥哥就會回來。她們終於乖乖睡下,而我在黑夜裏掛念著新新。兒子,你好嗎?
 
女兒們只去了三天幼稚園,就說什麼也不肯去了,告訴我幼稚園裏有好多好玩的玩
具,還有好多的小朋友,還學習新歌,認字,英語,她們要等哥哥回來一起去。她們
充滿期盼的眼睛望著我,還帶有小小的挑釁。我訝於她們的執拗,耐著性子哄著她
們,可她們卻怎麼也不肯答應。我沉下臉一手抱著一個,她們哇哇哭起來,媽媽騙
人,說只要我們乖,哥哥就會回來,我們都聽話了,可哥哥還是沒有回來!
 
  我的心猛地僵住了
!壓抑的眼淚再也控制不住,你們的哥哥,他和別人不一樣,他永遠學不會那些東西!
女兒們為我擦著淚,會的,會的,媽媽,哥哥能學會的,我們會幫助他的!看著她
們,我感到了做媽媽的歉疚,我只會一味逃避,以為自己很愛新新,卻不如孩子們充
滿信心去面對。
 
  門鈴響,竟然是婆婆送新新回來了!幾天不見,新新瘦了好多。婆婆無奈地說,這
幾天新新幾乎沒吃東西,也不肯睡覺,只一直哭,喊著妹妹,妹妹。她看了心裏實在
難受,不得已就送回來了。
 
  女兒們興奮起來,拉著新新的手,開始講幼稚園的事情,還催促我為新新換最漂亮的衣服,他們要一起去幼稚園。
 
 
4
  我找到園長,請求她讓我的孩子們在一起。因為按照新新的年齡應該上大班,可
他的智力水準還不如小班的孩子。當看到我的女兒們一邊一個拉著兒子的手,並揮手
和我再見的時候。我相信這個決定是對的,愛會為我們創造更多的奇跡。
 
  每天從幼稚園回來,陽陽和月月都幫助新新復習一天學過的東西,而且不許我插
手。我的女兒們是班裏最出色的孩子,學什麼都特別快,而且記得牢。我知道那是因
為她們要教哥哥,所以格外用心去學習。從沒看過比她們還有耐心的孩子,輪流一遍
又一遍教著笨拙的新新,一個單詞往往要重複好多好多遍,甚至夢裏還在喃喃。每次
新新學會了,她們就會歡呼起來,然後學著幼稚園老師的樣子翹起大拇指說,哥哥你
好棒,哥哥你真棒!而我的兒子,就看著妹妹,傻傻憨憨地笑著。
 
  老師要求每個孩子學習寫自己的名字,這對新新來講簡直是不可能的事情。可一
個月後的一天,女兒們興奮地拉著兒子跑來告訴我,哥哥會寫自己的名字了
I我將信將疑地看著兒子在紙上歪歪扭扭地寫下兩個大大的"新 "字,尤其敖看到他們
練習的本子,我小小的女兒們,竟然知道把哥哥的名字拆成筆劃來教,好幾個本子寫
著他們循序漸進的過程,我再一次被女兒們的耐心折服得淚流滿面。
 
  一天,我去接他們。走到教室門口,聽到有個孩子喊著,你們的哥哥是個傻孩
子!我一驚,連忙走進去。我示意正要阻止的老師,決定讓孩子們自己去面對。
 
只見陽陽憋紅了小臉對那個孩子說,我的哥哥不是傻孩子,他是天使,他丟
了翅膀,來到我們家,變成一個世界上最好的哥哥,他只不過還沒習慣人間的生
活。孩子們發出
"哇"的驚歎聲,你們的哥哥竟然是天使哎!
 
老師含著眼淚摟過陽陽,對孩子們說,新新是我們班的天使,他會愛我們每
個小朋友,還教會我們如何去愛別人。
 
回家的路上,我的心被女兒編織的故事激蕩著。我問她們為什麼那麼愛哥
哥,她們一起回答,因為沒有哥哥就沒有我們啊!忽地淚又盈滿我的眼,原來她們已經
牢牢記住了我的話,那麼小,就學會了愛和感恩。他們是上天賜給彼此的天使,也是
上天送給我最珍貴的禮物。因為他們,我才知道,做媽媽是那麼值得驕傲和幸福!
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