Sunday, 7 July 2013

15. / aI / ----- [ i ]



[ i ]                     / aI/                                           I, ice    91

Sean has a little neighbour called Irene.                                       
She likes to eat apples and pineapples.
She is only five (faIv) years old.
But she can ride a bicycle for aged nine.
She can climb up a tree really fast.
She is not scared of lice or mice.
She always says she is not scared of the tiger, either (/aIðǝ(r)/).
She always says that a tiger is a cat huge in size.
But she always has a fright
when Fu-I, (/ˈfu:aI/) her little brother,
 has a sudden scream behind her.


[i]      / aI /               I                              92

Irene always thinks that
Sean is kind and nice.                
He always lets her have a bite
of his ice-cream when he has one.
Irene really likes ice-cream.
But her mum only gives her some.
She has to eat a portion of fish,
some vegetables and rice
She has two dices that she likes so much.
She feels like to give one to Sean.
But her elder sister, I-an, (/ˈaIǝn/) advised her
to think twice or thrice.
The two dices are unique
and can fetch a price.


à i ß               / aI /                        I                                               93

Irene likes to go to the playground to climb (/klaIm/) and glide,    
when the weather is fine.
The road to the playground is not wide.
But it has so many flowers on both sides.
She always likes to go there to play hide-and-seek.
She also can ride her bicycle.
Or she can just stride (/straId/) around with Fu-I,
with their mother walking leisurely a little behind.


[ i ]           /aI/                          I               94

One of Engel’s uncle is a doctor called Mike Chai.                   
Nino (/ˈnaInǝ/) is his wife.
She is a writer and she writes well.
She is friendly, kind and nice.
She always smiles to others readily and says, ‘Hi’.
She always says, “Smiling does not cost you a dime.
Smile whenever you can, fine or not fine.
It, for sure, makes you look so divine.”
She can walk a mile or two every day.
Then she needs to sit down for a while
and enjoy the drinks with lemon and lime.


[ i ]           / aI/                 I                       95

Dr. Mike Chai and his wife, Nino, have two children.              
Ching Chai, their son is nine.
Mary Chai, their daughter is five.
Ching Chai really likes kite-flying.
But he seems never able to fly his kite
higher than a house or a tree.
Soon it gets entangled somewhere.
Mary Chai always sighs (/saIz/) at the sight beside him.
Ching Chai would shrug his shoulder
and try to smile and appear light.
Instead of fussing and fretting,
he watches other people
flying their kites so high into the sky.
Then, he would say, “One day, I will fly my kite
as high into the sky.”
Nino, his mum, always nods and smiles.


[ i ]           / aI /                                I                                       96

Dr. Mike Chai has a dog called Zai.                                              
It has white fur and two really bright eyes.
Zai likes to roam about at night
behind the house.
When he feels threatened,
he always thinks for a while,
to fight or flight.
He always chooses to flight
He does not like to fight
as he might get hurt.
Then Dr. Mike Chai, his master,
might be tight on him.
He might be denied the right
to go out at night.
He does not want to be in such a plight.

 [ i ]          /aI/                          I                                       97

Last year, Sean had a hamster called Wai-I (/ˈwaIaI/).                         
He loved Wai-I so much.
He never tied it up nor put it in a cage.
He let it go free to roam about.
He gave it ice-cream, pizza and pie (/paI/).
Wai-I, the hamster really like the food.
Sean always gave Wai-I
so much ice-cream, pizza and pie to eat
Wai-I always enjoyed the food to the bursting full.
One day, Sean saw Wai-I lying motionless
with a big stomach full of ice-cream, pizza and pie
Sean realised that Wai-I had died
with too much ice-cream, pizza and pie.
For the loss, he cried and cried day and night.

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