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Love letter12/30/2009 stingif you are stung by a bee, kill the bee anyways, then there are two possible outcomes: 1) there is a queen bee and a bundle of honey to enjoy, without any guard:) 2) there is a garden of flowers to appreciate with no nuisance. If you accidentally sting another two choices for you. 1) be only the bee to be killed 2) get rid of your thorn or sting and be the honey or the flowers. Sometimes when a person hurt you, he/she may not mean it, he/she probably just didn't know they HAD the power to hurt you. He/she didn't take himself seriously. He/she didn't know he could be so important or he didn't quite believe so. It could be a simple acting out of fears, of insecurity, of trying not to be hurt themselves. A strong person is not the one with weapons but the one who blesses. A king blesses, a knight protects and a break-in robber shoots without aiming. Besides all the understanding you can garner of the one who hurt you, you have multiple choices: 1) bundle up yourself and cry your eyes out. Cons:The laser surgery fixes myopia, not damaged salted eyeballs. 2) Do the same thing to them so there is a word in the world called co-misery. Cons: a serial abuser is produced- you. 3) Block out the pain and claim you don't care. Cons: the pain will stay there till you tend it. 4) Grieve, heal , smile and laugh. Cons: somebody is gonna celebrate at your expense, but that's after all, not your cons but theirs. I take it for granted that for everything I don't like, there is an opposite that I will like. Men are like childrenIf you know that, you know everything -- Coco A C.
An exception is, children don't mind baring their body or their intentions, but men hate it when their heart is uncovered.
Wearing your own heart out on the sleeves won't work either, because, it is just so inviting for them to shoot arrows on it. oh, not the arrows of the cute Cupiter. Men are wired to shoot.
The only proper occasion for the two hearts to meet is wait for him to slowly put guards down around his heart, then you embrace it tenderly without any...comments.
They hate to make you unhappy, so be as happy as you can be, and their job is accomplished well, by you; then your man is your hero. Your hero definitely makes you happy.
The fear always becomes self-fullfilling prophecy. So the only way to fight it is to be otherwise, to be brave, to give it a try without thinking about the potential failure. What if you fail? the only thing you lose is your ego. Trust me, I have been there: losing my ego does not kill me. Plus, why not lose your ego now before it becomes a vulnerability? :)
The exact opposite attitude you should take with others' egos. Treat it like the cuttest children in the world, pamper them, love them, respect them, motivate them and occasinally discipline them:).
A girl needs to be two things: classy and fabulous-- Coco A C. None of the two things neccessarily has to do with fur or diamond necklaces, they have to do with you taking care of your heart first, making it as healthy, wholesome, beautiful and loving as possible. Search your heart with all your diligence, because that's where life issues from- Psalms. Taking care of yourself, has nothing to do with being self-centered, rather to reign your own as much as to be a fabulous beautiful scene to others' eyes and hearts.
12/4/2009 Play hurt or block out the painI am blocking out the feelings for 2 weeks from now. I can concentrate on getting all priorities done. I will be as happy as I can be and lead a life as eventful as it can be. And Let's do this. No considerations, no wallowing, no feeling frustrated, no feeling confused, no trying to figure out, nothing works. Nothing is necessary for now. I can wait to be angry in 2 weeks if I still will be. I can wait to find out why you act like devil may care. I can wait to beat up myself, attempting to pinpoint where I could have done better to avoid being hurt. Catch me if you can. I am not gonna fight for it, I am not gonna struggle either. I can wait to care. Not even a thought floating to it. I back off completely. ************************************************************************************************************** Windows live writer is pretty handy. I got a new hobby: playing construction toys. On one project management workshop, our major team task was to build a wind turbine with Knex. I had a steep learning curve but how bad I am at it doesn’t stop me from loving it. I once single-handed built my own chemical reactor, and I thought I would be pretty dexterous at connecting the connectors. haha, wrong guess. But it is a quite engaging activity. I think that’s probably one big achievement of the whole workshop, not much the math we learned on deciding what is the critical path(or bottle neck) of the project, and not how to be a good leader, but a game I like. Joe was absolutely a star at the workshop. He is typical alpha-male, dominant, concise, intelligent and efficient. Only he treats us like objects. I find it fascinating how he thinks. He probably sees the members on one team as all talent-sets and talent-sets only. He is very impartial toward ideas, skills and solutions. But emotions, social backgrounds, personality or feelings (oh, who is talking about feelings? yikes, of course I meant it in general) don’t leave an impression on him. So persons come across to him only as useful skill-carriers. He delegates tasks solely based on his perception on your technical ability, he has no interest in personal growth, in team politics, in making anybody happy, or in maintaining some kind of vibe. It is ROBOTIC. But it works. It works on such a small-scale project, like building a model turbine. And a flat organization can either be a disaster because of no levels, layers and departmentalization, or a huge success, if and only if the leader does not die. And this leader has to be able to do all levels of work to do effective leading. Try to imagine he moves the whole style to a project like building the provincial highway, he will need to be the foreman, the inspector, the supervisor, the overseer, the ordinary builder, the material supplier… you name it. I hate such a guy I love such a guy. I am not sure what I am truely interested in cracking math formulas or coding computer softwares or peeking into people’s psychology. Should I figure them out if I can? No, I shouldn’t. That’s called respect. A fully confident person won’t need all information, they don’t even need informed decisions. We only need to trust, to love, to be not afraid of getting hurt, to be brave enough to be vulnerable, to be powerful to bless, to be strong to love. We don’t need to know all about people to trust. We don’t need to see the depth of any person. That’s not for us human. We can’t even handle it. Only God can and He will enlighten the depth of man’s being. Human only get sticky and messy at the issues of the “inner child”. oh mine, a chill down my spine when that word is mentioned. I guess, we all love children but when the child in you is acting out or being called out, that’s not some feeling you want to have. 7/11/2009 我回去了, 我回来了 北京下了飞机. 不敢说我是加拿大流感重灾区回来的, 怕被白眼. 北京人的白眼本来就很容易得么. 爸爸把我押送回了宁夏, 说是要自我隔离一周再出来为非作歹. 于是我们隔离得十分自觉, 满街走, 见商场就进, 见人就打招呼, 只除了亲戚不见. Wayne在北京出差, 还等着我联系他吃饭, 结果也没有巧遇到. 于是又去上海巧遇, 实在太巧了. 后话.
结果没有流感. 当然没有. 我一向都是自己着凉, 不从人家哪里传染感冒, 猪那里也不例外. 堂弟们天天打电话要求见面, 我奶奶日日通过堂弟们要求见面, 于是终于一家团聚了, 在下飞机4天后. 爷爷2年前已经没有了. 人生之痛, 莫过于痛失亲人. 奶奶似乎在演变一个不老的神话. 堂弟们长得好大了, 太成熟我一时间也不能适应. 忘记了他们也是80后, 凡是80后的危险, 他们也全都有. 一个好男孩, 未必长大了就是好男人. 你的亲人对你来说都是特殊的, 你的儿女绝对不会未婚同居, 你的父母绝对品德高尚, 你的兄弟姐妹哪里会愚蠢. 其实不然, 所有人性的缺陷, 不要期望在他们身上一直都找不到, 只有宽容, 没有失望, 禁止失望. 尤其是他们先宽容了你.
妈妈好像漂亮了许多. 我整天诬陷她整容了. 难不成各个都是芙蓉姐姐, 越长越年轻? 后来发现她居然在用法国化妆品, 抬头看看了太阳的方位, 一? 还在正常的位置啊. 假装银川的太阳在晴朗无比的背景下清晰可见. 再后来我撺掇她干脆去动刀, 美上加美, 她说还要给我省钱,备钱不够用, 买房子, 买...生孩子A.....生孩子B,,....我听了暗自想, 我生了小孩就给他们读公立学校, 要读医学院法学院自己借债, 成绩不好不坏我也不着急.... 美妙的幻想了一番, 不知道自己能否做到. 估计我能做到, 他们的外祖父母做不到.
重庆. 美丽的国青旅夹在一群即将拆迁的民居中间, 那些民居照西方人的标准来看, 完全是难民区, 贫民窟, 或者是蜘蛛洞. 拍下许多照片. 照片上阳台上全部挂满了衣物, 一户和一户之间几乎没有距离, 整个大楼一眼看去就是密密麻麻的蜂巢. 爸爸说, 你好不好拍些浦东机场, 北京立交, 就是重庆街上也有保时捷嘛, 之类富丽豪华的景象. 嘿嘿, 其实我都不介意穷. 我爱重庆, 重庆的是我见过除了北京, 姑娘最有时尚品位的城市, 天然美女本来就多. 只是交通吓得我心惊肉跳, 三街交汇处居然没有红绿灯, 只好谁先到谁的喇叭大谁不要命硬拐谁就先过. 我在重庆开车, 可能开不出一条街, 就有"超笨驾车师奶被卡山城街头" 之类的video上了youtube. 看你们美国人加拿大人还笑亚洲来的师奶们不会开车, 你们去重庆开开吧. 绝对惊心动魄. 就是在西安, 出租车司机居然在对面车道上开车, 和对面的车就是迎面对开啊,快要一起的时候才擦开. 这需要多么敏锐的判断力, 总之我很没用, 快昏了过去.
上海. 出租车司机说, 外地的姑娘刚来上海总是不会穿衣服, 大红大绿的, 一个月后就有样学样, 也很时髦了. 潮流啊, 都是从香港传过来, 到上海, 然后就到乡下去了. 乡下?
我正在想象上海的周围农村的镜头, 突然猛醒, 哦! 我不就是从温哥华那旮达乡下来的么? 还找什么. 北京估计也是属于乡下的范围. 我看了看身上的淡黄色体恤, 破破烂烂的牛仔裤, 非常符合乡下姑娘的朴素, 这就好了, 于是坐稳. 香港的明星的确洋派, 一向欧美化, 而世界著名设计师又都是从意大利, 法国, 美国以及日本来的, 跟着香港也没算跟错. 只是中国诺大之国, 才华横溢, 又为什么没有我们自己的, 从上到下的时尚工业呢. 上海啊上海, 香港人该向你们看齐才对. 虽然北京人说上海没有文化, 纽约比起米兰和巴黎不也没有文化么? All we need is some concentration of talents. 终于见到wayne. 有时宁愿不要见到, 愿意一个男人所有的心情, 所有的幻想, 所有的热爱, 所有的快乐悲伤, 都完完全全的属于一个女人. 他固然是对自己的妻子充满爱护, 关心和忠实. 可是, 即使在心底一个犄角旮旯的灰尘, 她也是希望能够是属于她的. 谁人又不是如此希望呢? 看见他, 不是没有后悔, 错, 是后悔莫及. 可是让我再回到21岁再选择一次, 我仍然如彼. 我想, 如果有一天我的丈夫也对前女友有着莫名的记挂, 我要学会原谅, 因为我自己曾经是别人的那个被记挂的前女友. 可是, 我会么? 水至清则无鱼, 可是不至清, 你又能干休么.
又到北京. 见到小猪, 芳和小白馒头. 小白馒头真的变小了. 旧日朋友相聚, 满心欢喜.
楼下照片, 非回国所照. 那个baby,也不是我的, ^_^.
12/31/2008 穿衣的鸡毛蒜皮 连降两周大雪. 路上的雪化了又积, 积了就冻冰, 于是每天在路上摇摇摆摆,滑来滑去, 手舞足蹈, 自救不暇. 想要穿靴子, 就可以在厚雪里踩, 不用再薄冰上溜了, 可是靴子要配裙子或者铅笔裤. 裙子呢要配紧身裤或者长袜, 或者对于我的一双老寒腿来说- 长袜加紧身裤, 这可就要了亲命了(郭德钢语) , 为何呢?听我慢慢道来. 有关时尚这件事呢, 本少爷认为, 一种流行的穿衣模式必然有其本质的审美意义使其流行, 譬如短裙靴子这种穿法, 本意是要露出腿部的美妙曲线甚至皮肤的, 若是层层叠叠的紧身裤袜子堆上去, 又加上一双浑圆的胖腿, 岂不是完全失去了穿裙子的意义? 更何况, 对于我如此的懒人, 每天望腿上套三层裤袜加一双靴子, 岂不是要了亲命了? 如此既违反我审美哲学又麻烦的穿法, 我每天都将之先在心里推翻掉, 然后在外面不得不一双单鞋跌跌撞撞的时候, 又要挣扎想起我另一个包含靴子的盛装选择了.. 纠结了很久, 终于下决心去搞一双便宜的雪靴, 或者一条铅笔裤可配我已有的高靴. 所谓便宜的靴子一双也没有看到,正逢节日打折, mall里人山人海,我恨不能雇一个personal shopper来, 考虑到其成本, 也就只好亲自打量. 于是开始试穿铅笔裤, 哈, 没想到铅笔裤居然有从0号到11号的尺寸区间, 这个这个.. 11号的铅笔裤穿上去还有铅笔的意义么? 我忍不住腹诽. 不过本少爷站着说话腰好疼, 发现1号裤子套在毛裤上穿上去, 实在只费吹灰之力, 那是冰川里冻住的灰啊. 更可气的是, 正如我一向批判的: 时尚制衣界是所有工业里最喜欢诲人不倦, 领导青年们积极向上的, 你看看几乎所有的裤子设计的这么细腰长腿的比例, 不是逼人追求身材完美么? 我只能在1号和3号之间选择了后者, 不能天天吹冰川灰不是? 只是3号裤子套在毛裤上腰部几乎可以塞进去一个拳头, 只好安慰自己说如果继续瘦下去, 就搁置起来但将来说不定怀孕了还可以穿.. 鸡毛蒜皮还没有数完. 穿上铅笔裤一看侧面, 哇呀, 不穿不知道我是大象腿, 怎么多出上下两个包在牛仔裤里的鼓鼓的莲藕? 有长得像莲藕的铅笔么? 原来1号和0号之间的巨大鸿沟在这里啊, 可算找到毛病了, 赶明儿上健身房拿刀给修齐整了!. 鱼和熊掌不能兼得, 我要么要方便安全,那就莲藕裤加靴子, 要么遵守我的审美哲学, 不是铅笔坚决不穿铅笔裤, 那靴子也穿不得. 女人啊女人, 安妮啊安妮. 听说burberry的一件大衣可以从1000多折扣到300了, 这经济真够萧条的, 奢侈品只能如此降低身价了, 基本上是哭着喊着要卖给平民了. 说到这里, 我最困惑的一件事就是女人对名牌的热情,以至于要到秀水街买水货的程度. 这这这, 真品的ck体恤那么便宜我愣是没买, 不就是因为胸前那两CK字么? 戴了一墨镜, 别人恭维说这么好看的Channel, 我吓得赶紧摘了, 怎么回事? 我随便买的杂品啊, 哪知道是仿channel 的? 基本上从来不吃那一套. 曾经电视上一位化妆品界大姐大随意的说, 女人啊, 为孩子为丈夫操劳, 很少想到为自己的美丽花上时间, 其实都应该宠爱自己, blabla, 我称之牛粪消费主义哲学, 朋友在旁说, 我就知道你要说它BS. 一, 你怎么知道? 我立刻自卑起来, 打量了自己两下, 还不至于蓬头垢面, 怎么就发现我反对"女人应该宠爱自己"哲学了? |
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