"越动荡越勇敢世界变更要让我闯
一身坦荡荡到四方五千年终于轮到我上场
从来没有医不好的伤只有最古老的力量
所有散在土地里的黄载着顽强背上东方"
《黄种人》原唱：谢霆峰&周耀辉
Ps: 柳轻寒 的《花与剑》写得好好哦。曲:陈忠义, 词:陈绮萱, 唱：js
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Z2y-aY8uGQ&feature=youtube_gdata_player
WWF
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Erm, last post was on 25th Nov, today's 15th Dec, eh, 3 wks gap...Currently, we are not just only data-processors but also machines which churn out assignments and essays. Excuses are not reasons. FINE. So yeah, SLACKING off...
The following is written on MRT train, which these came to me as phrases instead, and having no concrete theme. So by the time I finished it, I have no idea what is the overriding theme. Apparently, it could be interpreted with relation to life so here it is. I'm going to post it on wordpress also as it can also be a fiction, abt liangzhu, historical figures. Great, I forgotten blogspot cannot post pdf files....Oh, and I'll be standarising the background/paper type for all docs. Seriously, what's wrong with my spelling nowadays???? Red squiggling lines popping up in all possible places...
The following is written on MRT train, which these came to me as phrases instead, and having no concrete theme. So by the time I finished it, I have no idea what is the overriding theme. Apparently, it could be interpreted with relation to life so here it is. I'm going to post it on wordpress also as it can also be a fiction, abt liangzhu, historical figures. Great, I forgotten blogspot cannot post pdf files....Oh, and I'll be standarising the background/paper type for all docs. Seriously, what's wrong with my spelling nowadays???? Red squiggling lines popping up in all possible places...
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
"尘世有爱，所以心眼可以穿透世情，坚强油然而生，步伐踩过花明柳暗。”
“如果刀山火海无可避免，就给自己打气吧。
稳者点，保重。
必须相信，生命总会在某个不经意的脚落，某个不以为然的早晨，还人一片雨过天晴。”
《吸一口勇气，踩过柳暗花明》吴悠律
”关怀的模样不见得少，但是多数城市人即使邂逅这些温馨小举动，也会觉得那是理所当然”
《牢牢记住关怀的模样》吴悠律
“我的关怀方式是你无法察觉的悲凉，
只能在你不经意时才锁上我心房。
你往常的亲切友善是我今生的遗憾
受伤后无悔的埋在不流露的脸上”--《关怀方式》唱：陈汉伟，蔡黎莲
这首歌明显的显露出以上的状况。
后语：吴先生这两期的作品不知怎么的觉得特别贴切，似乎被他看穿了我这惯于躲藏如一阵风的本性。唉。
“如果刀山火海无可避免，就给自己打气吧。
稳者点，保重。
必须相信，生命总会在某个不经意的脚落，某个不以为然的早晨，还人一片雨过天晴。”
《吸一口勇气，踩过柳暗花明》吴悠律
”关怀的模样不见得少，但是多数城市人即使邂逅这些温馨小举动，也会觉得那是理所当然”
《牢牢记住关怀的模样》吴悠律
“我的关怀方式是你无法察觉的悲凉，
只能在你不经意时才锁上我心房。
你往常的亲切友善是我今生的遗憾
受伤后无悔的埋在不流露的脸上”--《关怀方式》唱：陈汉伟，蔡黎莲
这首歌明显的显露出以上的状况。
后语：吴先生这两期的作品不知怎么的觉得特别贴切，似乎被他看穿了我这惯于躲藏如一阵风的本性。唉。
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Breather (through fiction)
Let me take a break for today, though I have one or two posts in mind since last Sunday. Have a feeling that I'm going to fall sick again if I keep up this schedule which is exhausting me to the max. May post those posts later in the week though.
This composition is written when I was in secondary school so the content is quite immature and I found this and a few composition long forgotten when Cean was asking me for my private portfolio. Well, just take it as a breather. Can't shake the feeling that it is immature. Sounds cliche, rushed to me. Goes to show how much I've moved on.
CHALLENGE 17/3/2005
“ No, it cannot be!” I stared at the mess in front.
“ What are you doing? What are you talking about?” Miranda who was behind me, knocked into me, “all I see is a pitch dark room which no one would be able to see without the lights on.”
We came back from an excursion for dinner. I opened the door just a few seconds ago, maybe longer I did not know. All I saw was a trail of something thick and oozy leading to lifeless body. Surrounding it was more of the substance.
My sister switched on the light and in the course of doing, she stepped onto the pool. The dead body looked exceedingly familiar. Mum. Miranda let out a bloodcurdling scream. I recovered from my stance and called in the police.
Within a few minutes, the police came and cleared the scene. I looked on as they removed the body. I could not recognize her if not for the clothes. Mum’s face was swollen like a balloon. She was covered in cuts and bruises and finished with a large, wide slit on the throat. Half-dried blood clang to her clothes. After taking down our statements, the policemen left. The place was silent, too silent for me.
“What is next? Firstly, father mysteriously disappears. Secondly, threatening notes were sent to us. Now, mum is dead. What is next?!” I broke the silence with my despair.
“Calm down. If you carry on like this, you are not going to break out of your emotions and get on going with life. Just think of it as a challenge.” Miranda said coolly. With that she went off to bed. She was ivory white and tight -lipped. Anyone could see that she was terribly shocked and was suppressing it.
I spent the night sorting out my thoughts with occasional hot tears running down. I decided to go back to my holiday job which was an administrating job and sign on as a part timer. If it got worse, I would drop school.
The next day, Miranda told me that she would find a job to help out. I asked her to tell the teacher that I would not be going to school. She obediently washed the dishes and left for school without a word. I lingered for a while before going to the company.
At the company, stares were thrown at me and cut through my soul like a knife. Everybody was picking on me and everything I did was wrongly done. For the first few days, I had to work extremely hard to prove my use and was forced to skip school. I was given piles of work to do. I would go home exhausted and grumpy. Day by day I got used to it and it was only after one month I went back to school.
Things were looking fine except that the culprits could not be found by now and it was as if they had vanished into thin air.
This composition is written when I was in secondary school so the content is quite immature and I found this and a few composition long forgotten when Cean was asking me for my private portfolio. Well, just take it as a breather. Can't shake the feeling that it is immature. Sounds cliche, rushed to me. Goes to show how much I've moved on.
CHALLENGE 17/3/2005
“ No, it cannot be!” I stared at the mess in front.
“ What are you doing? What are you talking about?” Miranda who was behind me, knocked into me, “all I see is a pitch dark room which no one would be able to see without the lights on.”
We came back from an excursion for dinner. I opened the door just a few seconds ago, maybe longer I did not know. All I saw was a trail of something thick and oozy leading to lifeless body. Surrounding it was more of the substance.
My sister switched on the light and in the course of doing, she stepped onto the pool. The dead body looked exceedingly familiar. Mum. Miranda let out a bloodcurdling scream. I recovered from my stance and called in the police.
Within a few minutes, the police came and cleared the scene. I looked on as they removed the body. I could not recognize her if not for the clothes. Mum’s face was swollen like a balloon. She was covered in cuts and bruises and finished with a large, wide slit on the throat. Half-dried blood clang to her clothes. After taking down our statements, the policemen left. The place was silent, too silent for me.
“What is next? Firstly, father mysteriously disappears. Secondly, threatening notes were sent to us. Now, mum is dead. What is next?!” I broke the silence with my despair.
“Calm down. If you carry on like this, you are not going to break out of your emotions and get on going with life. Just think of it as a challenge.” Miranda said coolly. With that she went off to bed. She was ivory white and tight -lipped. Anyone could see that she was terribly shocked and was suppressing it.
I spent the night sorting out my thoughts with occasional hot tears running down. I decided to go back to my holiday job which was an administrating job and sign on as a part timer. If it got worse, I would drop school.
The next day, Miranda told me that she would find a job to help out. I asked her to tell the teacher that I would not be going to school. She obediently washed the dishes and left for school without a word. I lingered for a while before going to the company.
At the company, stares were thrown at me and cut through my soul like a knife. Everybody was picking on me and everything I did was wrongly done. For the first few days, I had to work extremely hard to prove my use and was forced to skip school. I was given piles of work to do. I would go home exhausted and grumpy. Day by day I got used to it and it was only after one month I went back to school.
Things were looking fine except that the culprits could not be found by now and it was as if they had vanished into thin air.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Friday, November 5, 2010
Rights and wrongs
There are two pair of sayings which caught my attention this week:
"Two wrongs make a right";"Two rights make a wrong"
"There is a right in every wrong" and there is also "a wrong in every right"
I'll leave it to you guys to chew on it. Sorry, for the late post. I only realised just now that it has been 3 weeks since the last post. I am still trying to adapt to the workload and the schedules, and to keep up my performance on music and studies so that they wouldn't have a chance to 'ask' me to drop it.
"Two wrongs make a right";"Two rights make a wrong"
"There is a right in every wrong" and there is also "a wrong in every right"
I'll leave it to you guys to chew on it. Sorry, for the late post. I only realised just now that it has been 3 weeks since the last post. I am still trying to adapt to the workload and the schedules, and to keep up my performance on music and studies so that they wouldn't have a chance to 'ask' me to drop it.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Priceless II
Listen to the voices of nature and lock them in your heart.
"You think you own whatever land, you land on.
The earth is just a dead thing you can claim.
But I know every rock and tree, and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name....
How high does the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then you'll never know
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or whether we are white or copper-skinned.
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains
We need to paint with all the colours of the wind
You can own the Earth and still
All you'll own is Earth until
You can paint with all the colours of the wind"-- Vanessa Williams, "Colours of the wind"
"You think you own whatever land, you land on.
The earth is just a dead thing you can claim.
But I know every rock and tree, and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name....
How high does the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then you'll never know
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or whether we are white or copper-skinned.
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains
We need to paint with all the colours of the wind
You can own the Earth and still
All you'll own is Earth until
You can paint with all the colours of the wind"-- Vanessa Williams, "Colours of the wind"
Friday, October 15, 2010
Priceless I
If one makes an effort to explore and discover by oneself, the object of interest would not be so easily taken for granted as compared to being told. And this also reflects one's character.
（大多数）得花心思＝得来不易=更珍惜
（大多数）得花心思＝得来不易=更珍惜
Friday, October 8, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Disoriented Thoughts
On occasions, I have been intrigued by the pattern I saw which is that (World)History repeats itself in all forms even though efforts are made to try to prevent them from happening, on massive scales. But now as new information made their way into my attention, me being me starts to try to get to the bottom of it. Why? Circumstances? Man-made circumstances? Human flaws? The result of the continuous old battle between devil and angel? Solution? All questions, no concrete solutions. Freak!! I seriously pray that it's 'no concrete solutions yet'.
(Impulsive)Denial in face of uncertainty and fear is fatal, though inevitable.
(Impulsive)Denial in face of uncertainty and fear is fatal, though inevitable.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Food for thought
Recently, I came across an article which caught my attention. It was 《自污》by 李邪。Bascially, the topic was how we view the physical body, whether it is humans who made their bodies sinful or the body itself is sinful(my appologies, I really don't know how to translate this properly) I particularly find the following extract interesting and meaningful.
"我的手，是清白的，直到我的欲念催它掠夺。
我的眼，就只是眼球角膜，直到我驱动它去仇视。
我的嘴，只是两块肌肉，直到我利用它去诬蔑。
我的舌头，只是一堆神经线，直到我摆布它去当鸡婆。
我的心，也只是一个震动的肉块，直到我掐住它去嫉恨。”--《自污》李邪著
"我的手，是清白的，直到我的欲念催它掠夺。
我的眼，就只是眼球角膜，直到我驱动它去仇视。
我的嘴，只是两块肌肉，直到我利用它去诬蔑。
我的舌头，只是一堆神经线，直到我摆布它去当鸡婆。
我的心，也只是一个震动的肉块，直到我掐住它去嫉恨。”--《自污》李邪著
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
人类好奇怪哦。他们往往只接受陌生同胞的优点，当对方的双重性格出现时，他们马上认定对方是个非常恶劣的人，忘了对方平时的好，没有花心思理解那人。既然想认识他，不就应该跟他沟通吗？人不只有单单好的一面还是坏的一面。只单单以其中一面来判断他人未免有些不公平吧？当一个众人认为是个好人犯了错，那人就很难再爬起来了。但是若是一个众人认为是个坏人作了好事然后再做错事时，他们的反应就不会那么强烈。是人都有两面啊。可能是因期望的不同而产生不同的反应；希望越高，失望越多。但众人的好人跟坏人的准则又是如何？凭谣言吗？再者，人类理所当然会对陌生的事物多多少少会产生恐惧因缺乏对他们的了解嘛。可是也不必怕到排斥他人、言语行为上严重的羞辱他人吧？甚至是亲人也难逃这劫。凭着他们对疾病微薄的知识，引发他们的想象力，把事情严重化导致患者承受着极大的创伤。他们得面对病患带来的疼痛、无助、愤恨、自卑已经够他们受了，还得面对社会对他们的排斥，加重他们精神上的重担。例如：过世了的Joseph Merrick, 外号‘The Elephant Man', 不但在早年被社会、家人排斥（据我所知，他叔叔没有。correct me if I'm wrong.），一度还为了讨生活而以这个外号在外国展览。但他的性格够开朗，还能够承受得了这一切。这种排斥还存在着--虽然可能没到这个地步。抱歉, 有点过度的气愤与无奈--最近看了相当多的‘taboos’纪录片和上相当多次care2网站。
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
回首
我的生命只不过是一瞬间的绚丽，犹如一颗星星在发出最耀眼的亮光时，一瞬间暗淡了下来，还是犹如蝴蝶，还有一段时间才离开？我不得不自问。那么多年来，我只不过看不过人类的丑恶而想要安抚那些受害者，尽力安慰受伤的灵魂而坚持下来，不论路有多艰难，不论它们把我折磨得怎样。我早就不成人形了，在一般孩子还不懂事的时候。它们还能把我怎样。只不过那些灵魂太无辜了，无法自卫，能免就尽量阻止发生，即便我的力量是多么的微薄。一个曾被撕烂了而且还绪而被折磨的灵魂还能有什么余力。很累。有几次已经想放弃了。它们时而把我抛入人间地狱，时而把我捧入极乐世界，当我认为它们放过我的时候，它们却又回来了。多么残忍的事。我曾经应许过要当铁达尼戏里的音乐师，即便自身难保，也要发出安抚的曲子。一言既出，四马难追。我没想过这网站也在他的计划里，这算是我的工作已经正式开始了吧？是星星呢？还是蝴蝶？我还能撑多久？我的生命线还剩多长？一切都听他的吧。是他维持了我的生命。我存活只为了安抚。我顾不得那么多了。那你们又是为了什么而活？
我原本打算剪接张艾嘉的电影“地久天长”，但太痛苦了。不但跟大众一样被主角感动还常常看到自己的影子。对不起，我做不到。
我原本打算剪接张艾嘉的电影“地久天长”，但太痛苦了。不但跟大众一样被主角感动还常常看到自己的影子。对不起，我做不到。
Saturday, August 7, 2010
抓住
大海，茫茫一片的，
蓝色的忧郁的带伤感的，
一切让太阳温暖大海吧。
橙色的感动的疗伤的。
大地的海中有太阳，
正如生命中有苦有乐，
两者不分彼此。
云，茫茫一片的，
白色的无邪的梦幻的，
包围着太阳。
天真无邪支撑着火热的心，
让它不曾熄灭。
蓝色的忧郁的带伤感的，
一切让太阳温暖大海吧。
橙色的感动的疗伤的。
大地的海中有太阳，
正如生命中有苦有乐，
两者不分彼此。
云，茫茫一片的，
白色的无邪的梦幻的，
包围着太阳。
天真无邪支撑着火热的心，
让它不曾熄灭。
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Poison
Poison 27/7/2010
Heart--brim-filled with poison.
Despise me for all I care.
Arrows released from hatred fuelled by whimsical cause,
Fall at great distance from my feet.
Ilse Witch* reborn am I,
‘I am poison’.
*refer to Terry Brooks’ ‘The voyage of the Jerle Shannara’ Bk 3 ‘Mogawr
At age 6, Grianne heard Morgawr, the master of evil forces, killed her parents and burnt the house she and her brother hid in. After hiding her 3 year old brother, whom she promised to protect, their existence being of utmost importance --their powers would tilt the balance, she went off to seek aid, only to be abducted by them. Morgawr falsely led her to believe her brother was dead and the mastermind was the Druid and she became a killing machine with vengeance. Around 16, she became known as the Ilse Witch, Morgawr’s right hand. At the same time she killed the Druid, he managed to make her realize Morgawr’s lies and her brother being Druid’s disciple. After she came out of her trauma, with the help of her brother, she killed Morgawr and accepted the role of Druid, giving up her freedom again.
Ilse Witch
僧侣成魔,
杀家灭族.
血海深仇,
不报非人.
医者幼自,
自饮毒素.
血成毒,
体成器.
双面利剑,
挥洒自如；
挡我者死,
助我者活.
认魔为师,
成魔爱臣,
人人闻风丧胆,
艾斯魔女是也.
谁知一切，由魔掌空。
真相暴露
如怒海般
直攻冰心。
冷面铁肠
顿时乌有。
魔女成废。
弟护亲，
步阴影。
独杀魔，
还毁生。
险丧命，
幸弟助。
虽杀魔还光明，
但责任却未了。
成僧侣，还规律。
献余生，重建毁界。
Heart--brim-filled with poison.
Despise me for all I care.
Arrows released from hatred fuelled by whimsical cause,
Fall at great distance from my feet.
Ilse Witch* reborn am I,
‘I am poison’.
*refer to Terry Brooks’ ‘The voyage of the Jerle Shannara’ Bk 3 ‘Mogawr
At age 6, Grianne heard Morgawr, the master of evil forces, killed her parents and burnt the house she and her brother hid in. After hiding her 3 year old brother, whom she promised to protect, their existence being of utmost importance --their powers would tilt the balance, she went off to seek aid, only to be abducted by them. Morgawr falsely led her to believe her brother was dead and the mastermind was the Druid and she became a killing machine with vengeance. Around 16, she became known as the Ilse Witch, Morgawr’s right hand. At the same time she killed the Druid, he managed to make her realize Morgawr’s lies and her brother being Druid’s disciple. After she came out of her trauma, with the help of her brother, she killed Morgawr and accepted the role of Druid, giving up her freedom again.
Ilse Witch
僧侣成魔,
杀家灭族.
血海深仇,
不报非人.
医者幼自,
自饮毒素.
血成毒,
体成器.
双面利剑,
挥洒自如；
挡我者死,
助我者活.
认魔为师,
成魔爱臣,
人人闻风丧胆,
艾斯魔女是也.
谁知一切，由魔掌空。
真相暴露
如怒海般
直攻冰心。
冷面铁肠
顿时乌有。
魔女成废。
弟护亲，
步阴影。
独杀魔，
还毁生。
险丧命，
幸弟助。
虽杀魔还光明，
但责任却未了。
成僧侣，还规律。
献余生，重建毁界。
Saturday, July 24, 2010
《珍惜》
抱歉，我最近一直沉迷于写作散文，小说，重新整理并阅读我以前写的作品（hehe,这些都还没见过世面），两天前，还因看到2007 Prelim 作文题目，开始写了一篇文章。eh, 可是到现在还没完成，还一度越写越像剧本-_-||| 有感这网站像个被忽略的孩子似的，再过几天就是下个月了但还没写出第三个。。。上个月已经少写了一篇。。。真伤脑筋。。。我还得记新曲，‘脑汁’不够用了啦。没上学怎么感觉像在上学似的-_-|||
实在想不出其他的点子了，满脑海里都是那篇2007 Prelim题目《珍惜》的内容，结构，还有其他我得学习的东西，倒不如先引用《珍惜》部分的内容。
以下是目前为止我最满意的其中两小段：
快乐像长了翅旁似的，从手心上飞走了，再也追不回。走了，头也不回，毫不犹豫地离开了。后悔么？惋惜么？那又有何用？若不珍惜，好好地对它，就算拥有了，有一天它也会毫不留念地离开。可是，谁都晓得好景不长久。但若曾经珍惜，至少还留下美好的回忆，记得它带来的欢乐。珍惜的根源是知足。懂得知足，才学会珍惜，知道它的价值。
天虽然晴朗，但阵阵微风把树叶吹了下来。一瞬间，满街都飘逸着落叶，宛如歌里的萧湘雨。是雨是叶？不知道，我什么都不知道了。一步就是一步吧。突然觉得好累，苍老了许多。风吹呀吹，落叶纷纷打落在脸上。没错，叶枯了，还可以再长出新芽。我并还没有一无所有。风吹呀吹，一步就是一步，咻。咻。。咻。。。
（其实不瞒你说，写作对我来说是个坏习惯。当灵感来时，我会马上放下手上的工作，把它记录下来。常常因为这样而感到压力重重--把它记下来的后果是必须赶做作业，自然而然完成的作业水平不是那么理想，尤其是当作业的难度很高。。。）
实在想不出其他的点子了，满脑海里都是那篇2007 Prelim题目《珍惜》的内容，结构，还有其他我得学习的东西，倒不如先引用《珍惜》部分的内容。
以下是目前为止我最满意的其中两小段：
快乐像长了翅旁似的，从手心上飞走了，再也追不回。走了，头也不回，毫不犹豫地离开了。后悔么？惋惜么？那又有何用？若不珍惜，好好地对它，就算拥有了，有一天它也会毫不留念地离开。可是，谁都晓得好景不长久。但若曾经珍惜，至少还留下美好的回忆，记得它带来的欢乐。珍惜的根源是知足。懂得知足，才学会珍惜，知道它的价值。
天虽然晴朗，但阵阵微风把树叶吹了下来。一瞬间，满街都飘逸着落叶，宛如歌里的萧湘雨。是雨是叶？不知道，我什么都不知道了。一步就是一步吧。突然觉得好累，苍老了许多。风吹呀吹，落叶纷纷打落在脸上。没错，叶枯了，还可以再长出新芽。我并还没有一无所有。风吹呀吹，一步就是一步，咻。咻。。咻。。。
（其实不瞒你说，写作对我来说是个坏习惯。当灵感来时，我会马上放下手上的工作，把它记录下来。常常因为这样而感到压力重重--把它记下来的后果是必须赶做作业，自然而然完成的作业水平不是那么理想，尤其是当作业的难度很高。。。）
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
初冬/永恒
初冬
深空护繁星；
碧湖影冷月。
空成卫；
湖成霜。
落花轻抚冰霜；
孤鹤立足冬湖。
永恒
鸟鸣轻飘至几里？
百花争艳于几旦？
笑傲众生愚，
不知何物寿。
琴心向往主宰，
凯歌长旋傲空。
没其他意思，只因心血来潮。
Confession: I did not go to any winter countries etc so I'm not sure about winter and secondly, both weren't about the titles when they were first in my mind, so they may sound a bit weird and thirdly, I'm still trying to improve my languages so there would be silly mistakes(now that I realise that I may have made even more than I know).
深空护繁星；
碧湖影冷月。
空成卫；
湖成霜。
落花轻抚冰霜；
孤鹤立足冬湖。
永恒
鸟鸣轻飘至几里？
百花争艳于几旦？
笑傲众生愚，
不知何物寿。
琴心向往主宰，
凯歌长旋傲空。
没其他意思，只因心血来潮。
Confession: I did not go to any winter countries etc so I'm not sure about winter and secondly, both weren't about the titles when they were first in my mind, so they may sound a bit weird and thirdly, I'm still trying to improve my languages so there would be silly mistakes(now that I realise that I may have made even more than I know).
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
无私
《人格是最高的学位》白岩松著
" 。。。世纪老人陆续地离去，他们留下的爱国心和高深的学问却一直在我们心中不老。但今天，我还想加上一条，这些世纪老人所独具的人格魅力是不是也该作为一种传统被我们向后延续？。。。”
冰心“对芸芸众生的关爱之情历经近八十年的岁月而仍然未老”，临终前还关心着“年老病人的状况”；一个外地学生在不知情的情况下拜托已上了年纪的北大副校长季羡林看着沉重的书包，自己则去办理手续，副校长“爽快地答应”，并等上快一小时，但却没怨言。（例子从文中取出。）
这些精神是否值得学习？冰心并没因柔弱的躯体而认为自己都自身难保还为何还要付出关心他人，也并不是为了要让自己得到求助；副校长并没因上了年纪或是职位而拒绝那年轻人反而是“爽快地答应”。看似傻乎乎的举动，它们背后的含义，所凸现出的人格是否更深奥，更高尚？人间不就多了几份温情？智者之心还是仁者之心更重要？智慧没了私心（站在自己的立场）更能体会，并体谅他人。助人原本是件快乐的事，可是只为了回报而给予的协助，关爱，反而会成了负担，甚至伤和气。自认为真正的智者和真正的仁者并无差距。
" 。。。世纪老人陆续地离去，他们留下的爱国心和高深的学问却一直在我们心中不老。但今天，我还想加上一条，这些世纪老人所独具的人格魅力是不是也该作为一种传统被我们向后延续？。。。”
冰心“对芸芸众生的关爱之情历经近八十年的岁月而仍然未老”，临终前还关心着“年老病人的状况”；一个外地学生在不知情的情况下拜托已上了年纪的北大副校长季羡林看着沉重的书包，自己则去办理手续，副校长“爽快地答应”，并等上快一小时，但却没怨言。（例子从文中取出。）
这些精神是否值得学习？冰心并没因柔弱的躯体而认为自己都自身难保还为何还要付出关心他人，也并不是为了要让自己得到求助；副校长并没因上了年纪或是职位而拒绝那年轻人反而是“爽快地答应”。看似傻乎乎的举动，它们背后的含义，所凸现出的人格是否更深奥，更高尚？人间不就多了几份温情？智者之心还是仁者之心更重要？智慧没了私心（站在自己的立场）更能体会，并体谅他人。助人原本是件快乐的事，可是只为了回报而给予的协助，关爱，反而会成了负担，甚至伤和气。自认为真正的智者和真正的仁者并无差距。
Monday, June 21, 2010
Life's like that?
As I was habitually tidying and re-reading my private blog, I came across this (erm, not really as I remembered writing this entry) and thought it suitable to post. As this is an article taken directly from my private blog, once again I am stepping out of my comfort zone(actually,I had it written on word doc when I was not in country, where the place I stayed had no internet, but then I procrastinated when I came back, wondering whether it is safe to post it.) The eagle story was told by one of my teachers some time ago so the part about the exact period of time they had to undergo may not be accurate as it had started to fade out of my memory when I first wrote the text below.
2008 March 06
Life's like that?
When I walked home from school, I saw a minor near the corridor of a block near my house. One of its legs was torn but surprisingly, it was plump and shows no signs of its leg being broken. How did the minor managed to feed itself so well? How did it move around? Or did it the other minor which was near it fed it, that is why is it thin? No matter what, it needs a lot of preservation and determination with a goal-to stay alive.
It is like this in life. When you meet with a misfortune, be it physically or emotionally, you need to have a specific goal which acts as a motivation together with perseverance, then you are able to get out of the darkness in your life. However having a religion, we believe in our gods and as Christians, we believe that with God, nothing is impossible. God heals every wounds and even our conscious when we ask for forgiveness sincerely.
In school today. I had two presentations, one is to teach the class chapter 5 and 6 of Pride and Prejudice and the other was the GP IT presentation. I did not have the time to look through the notes that I am suppose to present to the class as I was doing up on the IT presentation which I had spent quite a reasonable amount of time to research but about 80% of the information was not applicable to the question that was given to us. As a result, I was not very well prepared for both of the presentations. The first one was quite smooth as the teacher helped me along, most of the time. Hence, it was not mostly embarrassing on my part.
However for the GP IT presentation, I was quite nervous and my hands went cold and limp even though we had a run through during the recess. On top of that, the weather today was cold and I was sitting under the fan. My hands turned yellowish white and sticky. I admit that I am not the very religious type and did not pray for God's help during exams and when I needed his help especially when the pastor did not preach on it during that particular week's sermon (the exception of this year's Chinese Poetry Recital). I'm quite strong-headed, stubborn as a mute to be exact. However today, I sang contempory praise on his presence in our life,
犹如草原上的小草，
蓝天中的小鸟，
我整颗心被幸福围绕
哦，我慈爱的天父
认识你真好
今生今世
我不再寻找
你使我抛开一切烦恼
喜乐充满在心头燃烧
认识你真好
认识你真好
今生今世
我不再寻找
哦主啊，
认识你真好
认识你真好
只愿分分秒秒
在你慈爱的怀抱
Just when I sang it the second time, a bird flew up and down the classroom block vertically, with a background of green forest and a pale pastel blue sky. This fits in the lyrics of the praise. Is it coincidence? Is it an encouragement from Him? It might be just a coincidence but it might also be an encouragement. At that point in time, I took it as the latter and tried to calm myself down. The presentation ended up alright but I almost made a scene of myself when I squatted down behind the teacher's table and started to tear the sides of the cards, a habit adopted from one of my best friends. Soon, I switched back to my hypersensitive self and started interpret everyone who talked softy to each other and looking at my direction as saying how weird I am and the likes. I closed myself up and avoided looking at them in the eye. However, as the day ended, one by one they waved goodbye to me, slowly switching back to my 'normal' self as I took it as after all they did not mind my weirdness or something like that.
I realised that when I start to drown myself in negative thoughts and react to my discomfort, I was not able to treat everything as normal even though they might not be talking about my faults. Even when you are down and God does not seem to help you, He might be helping you in the sense that it would make you stronger as you grow up. Some of us would treat every misfortune as 'that is life, it cannot be changed, you have to accept it', 'that is just fate lah, what can you do' but is it really fate, really 'life's like that'? Even a minor could survive despite having its leg torn and feed itself until it is twice the size of a normal sized minor. Eagles which are over forty years had to undergo a long and painful change to survive as its wings are heavy due to the large amount of feathers and its beak had curved inwards so much that it is touching its breast. They could either wait for death to come or they fight their way out. Eagles who fought their way out, used huge stones that are near their nests near the top of the mountains to break their beaks and plucked all their feathers off their wings. This whole process lasted for around 3 months. If the animals are able to fight their way through to survive these hardships and misfortune, why couldn't we who are at least bigger in size stand up and bear with all the discomfort to prepare oneself for their survival in the future? Hardships are meant to 'polish' one, doesn't it?
Is it really 'life's like that'?
2008 March 06
Life's like that?
When I walked home from school, I saw a minor near the corridor of a block near my house. One of its legs was torn but surprisingly, it was plump and shows no signs of its leg being broken. How did the minor managed to feed itself so well? How did it move around? Or did it the other minor which was near it fed it, that is why is it thin? No matter what, it needs a lot of preservation and determination with a goal-to stay alive.
It is like this in life. When you meet with a misfortune, be it physically or emotionally, you need to have a specific goal which acts as a motivation together with perseverance, then you are able to get out of the darkness in your life. However having a religion, we believe in our gods and as Christians, we believe that with God, nothing is impossible. God heals every wounds and even our conscious when we ask for forgiveness sincerely.
In school today. I had two presentations, one is to teach the class chapter 5 and 6 of Pride and Prejudice and the other was the GP IT presentation. I did not have the time to look through the notes that I am suppose to present to the class as I was doing up on the IT presentation which I had spent quite a reasonable amount of time to research but about 80% of the information was not applicable to the question that was given to us. As a result, I was not very well prepared for both of the presentations. The first one was quite smooth as the teacher helped me along, most of the time. Hence, it was not mostly embarrassing on my part.
However for the GP IT presentation, I was quite nervous and my hands went cold and limp even though we had a run through during the recess. On top of that, the weather today was cold and I was sitting under the fan. My hands turned yellowish white and sticky. I admit that I am not the very religious type and did not pray for God's help during exams and when I needed his help especially when the pastor did not preach on it during that particular week's sermon (the exception of this year's Chinese Poetry Recital). I'm quite strong-headed, stubborn as a mute to be exact. However today, I sang contempory praise on his presence in our life,
犹如草原上的小草，
蓝天中的小鸟，
我整颗心被幸福围绕
哦，我慈爱的天父
认识你真好
今生今世
我不再寻找
你使我抛开一切烦恼
喜乐充满在心头燃烧
认识你真好
认识你真好
今生今世
我不再寻找
哦主啊，
认识你真好
认识你真好
只愿分分秒秒
在你慈爱的怀抱
Just when I sang it the second time, a bird flew up and down the classroom block vertically, with a background of green forest and a pale pastel blue sky. This fits in the lyrics of the praise. Is it coincidence? Is it an encouragement from Him? It might be just a coincidence but it might also be an encouragement. At that point in time, I took it as the latter and tried to calm myself down. The presentation ended up alright but I almost made a scene of myself when I squatted down behind the teacher's table and started to tear the sides of the cards, a habit adopted from one of my best friends. Soon, I switched back to my hypersensitive self and started interpret everyone who talked softy to each other and looking at my direction as saying how weird I am and the likes. I closed myself up and avoided looking at them in the eye. However, as the day ended, one by one they waved goodbye to me, slowly switching back to my 'normal' self as I took it as after all they did not mind my weirdness or something like that.
I realised that when I start to drown myself in negative thoughts and react to my discomfort, I was not able to treat everything as normal even though they might not be talking about my faults. Even when you are down and God does not seem to help you, He might be helping you in the sense that it would make you stronger as you grow up. Some of us would treat every misfortune as 'that is life, it cannot be changed, you have to accept it', 'that is just fate lah, what can you do' but is it really fate, really 'life's like that'? Even a minor could survive despite having its leg torn and feed itself until it is twice the size of a normal sized minor. Eagles which are over forty years had to undergo a long and painful change to survive as its wings are heavy due to the large amount of feathers and its beak had curved inwards so much that it is touching its breast. They could either wait for death to come or they fight their way out. Eagles who fought their way out, used huge stones that are near their nests near the top of the mountains to break their beaks and plucked all their feathers off their wings. This whole process lasted for around 3 months. If the animals are able to fight their way through to survive these hardships and misfortune, why couldn't we who are at least bigger in size stand up and bear with all the discomfort to prepare oneself for their survival in the future? Hardships are meant to 'polish' one, doesn't it?
Is it really 'life's like that'?
Thursday, June 3, 2010
苦
泪，影。
怨，己。
恨，无。
苦，溢满坛。
哭着笑真的很痛，也会渐渐地把笑变成了虚伪，忘了如何笑。每逢这种时期，有时还真羡慕阮玲玉，说走就走，不必面对这种讽刺的情况，也佩服胡蝶的倔强。从小受了“Ｔｈｅ Ｓｅｃｒｅｔ Ｇａｒｄｅｎ＂小说的影响想弹给动物听，每次听到鸟儿们跟着旋律唱，并且还接着下一句唱，连我常卡住的地方它们都能接，心中总会无比地兴奋。因而每每听到鸟叫声就有一股想弹的冲动，若没弹反而有股对不住它们的自责感。现在左手受二度的伤，并且已过了两周反而似乎越来越严重，心情渐渐地沮丧起来。伤了人不赔偿的冷言冷语虽然完全不陌生了但杀伤力还在。“山重水复疑无路，柳暗花明又一春”，when a door closes, another opens。 更何况我又不是无路可走，即使如此也“天生我才必有用”。我还有靠得住，真诚的朋友。
PS:近来，我发现关心我的人比我想象的还多。
：怎么似乎很多人都认为鸟儿跟着唱是件奇特的事？我在学校也常常看到同学们弹琴时，甚至是ｂａｎｄ，麻雀都飞进礼堂。＠
有些后悔在这几个ｐｏｓｔ里写下关于音乐与动物的事情。考虑着要不要把这些删除掉，毕竟我始终是冰月，内心世界是不会让人轻易的发掘到，原型只是一股风．
６月６号
＠换个角度，可能城市生活的确太过喧哗，犹如三餐一概是山珍海味，吃多了也会腻。这时来个清汤，一壶茶，反而显得开胃。也许这也是人类始终渴望亲近大自然的证据吧？There is a child in every adult吧？
怨，己。
恨，无。
苦，溢满坛。
哭着笑真的很痛，也会渐渐地把笑变成了虚伪，忘了如何笑。每逢这种时期，有时还真羡慕阮玲玉，说走就走，不必面对这种讽刺的情况，也佩服胡蝶的倔强。从小受了“Ｔｈｅ Ｓｅｃｒｅｔ Ｇａｒｄｅｎ＂小说的影响想弹给动物听，每次听到鸟儿们跟着旋律唱，并且还接着下一句唱，连我常卡住的地方它们都能接，心中总会无比地兴奋。因而每每听到鸟叫声就有一股想弹的冲动，若没弹反而有股对不住它们的自责感。现在左手受二度的伤，并且已过了两周反而似乎越来越严重，心情渐渐地沮丧起来。伤了人不赔偿的冷言冷语虽然完全不陌生了但杀伤力还在。“山重水复疑无路，柳暗花明又一春”，when a door closes, another opens。 更何况我又不是无路可走，即使如此也“天生我才必有用”。我还有靠得住，真诚的朋友。
PS:近来，我发现关心我的人比我想象的还多。
：怎么似乎很多人都认为鸟儿跟着唱是件奇特的事？我在学校也常常看到同学们弹琴时，甚至是ｂａｎｄ，麻雀都飞进礼堂。＠
有些后悔在这几个ｐｏｓｔ里写下关于音乐与动物的事情。考虑着要不要把这些删除掉，毕竟我始终是冰月，内心世界是不会让人轻易的发掘到，原型只是一股风．
６月６号
＠换个角度，可能城市生活的确太过喧哗，犹如三餐一概是山珍海味，吃多了也会腻。这时来个清汤，一壶茶，反而显得开胃。也许这也是人类始终渴望亲近大自然的证据吧？There is a child in every adult吧？
Monday, May 31, 2010
信心/输赢
"信心，是灰以外的颜色。不必否定万事的不确定性，却也不要否定自己有确定凡事的能力。认为今天比昨天更好，是对自己的尊重。
朝露不可能知道自己即将消失，但单单在晨曦中的那份晶莹透剔，已经让美好凝集于记忆的叶尖，久久不散。”
--《也许，世界原本美好》吴悠律
“赢了世界输了自己，就像吃禁药的世界百米飞人，抢尽一时风头却失去一世风采。
赢得伪恶丑而又赔上了真善美，一个人还执迷不悟的话，就真的输得太彻底了。
如果输赢甩不掉，就该有所领悟；不要输掉自己才是关键；如此，即使输了全世界，最终打造出来的风景，也依然是风骨十足的。”
--《输赢之间 赌注都是自己》吴悠律
朝露不可能知道自己即将消失，但单单在晨曦中的那份晶莹透剔，已经让美好凝集于记忆的叶尖，久久不散。”
--《也许，世界原本美好》吴悠律
“赢了世界输了自己，就像吃禁药的世界百米飞人，抢尽一时风头却失去一世风采。
赢得伪恶丑而又赔上了真善美，一个人还执迷不悟的话，就真的输得太彻底了。
如果输赢甩不掉，就该有所领悟；不要输掉自己才是关键；如此，即使输了全世界，最终打造出来的风景，也依然是风骨十足的。”
--《输赢之间 赌注都是自己》吴悠律
Sunday, May 30, 2010
陌生的关怀/ 音乐
原来陌生人衷心的关怀是可以那么的温暖，不带任何杂念，只单单的为某人的安危而焦虑，不求回报，并且只是凭着似真似假的谣言而引发的关怀。只是一个无心让我听到的一句话竟然可以令我压抑了许久的不安与压力暂时舒解开来，整个人轻松了起来。记得最后一次感受到这般舒服是在中四时的一堂音乐课。当时精疲力尽的我们紧绷着脑劲专心的听播放的音乐，深怕听漏了答案，再次的被老师骂得狗血淋头。谁知第三个（还是第四个）的音乐是debussy的perfume in the air，咱们紧绷的精神立即地舒缓了下来，大家你看着我，我看着你，被这股暖流弄得有些昏昏愈睡，力不从心。待我们回过神来，几分钟的音乐已经播放完毕，幸而我们对这段非常的熟悉--老师经常播放这首给我们作答（其实老师也是故意用它来帮我们舒解倦意，但老师也真够大胆，就不怕适得其反吗？）。陌生人的批评，责备可以使人掉入低谷，所谓人言可畏嘛。但一句陌生的关怀可以抵挡有时这些责备带来的压力及委屈。淡淡的花香在喧哗的城市生活里显得更清新。
PS:我没看清他们的脸，所以不知是否是认识的。惭愧，惭愧。
音乐：要弹出能感动人心，甚至能抓住动物的注意的音乐其实没什么特别技巧，就如同那句话一样。音乐一定要跟着心境走。日本传统音乐，例如伽倻琴散调，则是反过来，心境跟着音乐走，心情得必须静下来，如水般清静。当然基本的技巧是必定的。因伽倻琴是从中国汉朝传到韩国新罗再传到日本伽倻，弹奏早期的琴曲也须心静如水，但未必让音乐带着心。当然，西洋乐也有须心静如水的乐谱，例如Purcell的Dido's lament才能弹出粒粒稳重如山的音符来反映出Dido无可更改的悲惨命运。我还没研究string instruments所以还无可告奉。
我手腕的旧伤上个星期复发，至今还没完全康复。这几天要减轻‘它’的工作量了啦。>_<|||
PS:我没看清他们的脸，所以不知是否是认识的。惭愧，惭愧。
音乐：要弹出能感动人心，甚至能抓住动物的注意的音乐其实没什么特别技巧，就如同那句话一样。音乐一定要跟着心境走。日本传统音乐，例如伽倻琴散调，则是反过来，心境跟着音乐走，心情得必须静下来，如水般清静。当然基本的技巧是必定的。因伽倻琴是从中国汉朝传到韩国新罗再传到日本伽倻，弹奏早期的琴曲也须心静如水，但未必让音乐带着心。当然，西洋乐也有须心静如水的乐谱，例如Purcell的Dido's lament才能弹出粒粒稳重如山的音符来反映出Dido无可更改的悲惨命运。我还没研究string instruments所以还无可告奉。
我手腕的旧伤上个星期复发，至今还没完全康复。这几天要减轻‘它’的工作量了啦。>_<|||
Thursday, May 13, 2010
虐杀
赤海，美。美得毛孔悚然。成千上万幽灵的住所反映出人类丑陋的一面--为了杀而杀。命仅仅只是个利益的交易，权力的宣誓么？飞禽走兽的命不是命么？杀害无法反抗的面临绝种动物难道就不是大屠杀么？南京，缅甸，奥地利的大规模屠杀手无寸铁的百姓是大屠杀，那这难道就不是么？人类--高级动物，同样也是动物，只不过是高级，就有权滥杀其他的动物，尤其是快要走进历史的它们么？人心是铁，是肉；良心是虚，是切？它们的泪，呐喊，无助的嘶吼声，有谁知，有谁怜？好衅，好衅的血衅味。赤海，美。美得无情，美得凄凉。
Crimson red--
the colour of sea,
the colour of death,
the colour of greed.
Crimson red--
the colour of sea,
the colour of death,
the colour of greed.
Monday, May 3, 2010
Path
When the road most taken is closing in, is it a hint to take the road less travelled or is it to persue yet another road most taken?
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Friday, April 2, 2010
Sunday, March 21, 2010
雨天
每当活得疲惫时，快要崩溃的那瞬间，天总会在那时下起雨来，似乎是替我流了无人知晓的泪。心情总会跟着雨一样越下越大，心情越来越糟。无声无影地发泄后，心情理所当然的好了起来，如同雨后天晴，有时甚至还会出现彩虹呢。巧合？这不是一次两次的事而是好几年的事。当生活上的压力减轻时，渐渐的这些事情也淡出了脑里。近期的滔滔大雨隐隐约约的勾起了这些回忆，使它没了亲切感反而还感到一丝丝的不安，似乎被它埋怨，成了忘恩负义的人，忘了感恩它先前给予的力量，安慰。‘不可忘记他的恩典’。雨天成了鞭子，提醒了我那位在哭无泪喊无声的日子里给予我无尽的生命力的存在。
Sunday, March 14, 2010
zbW, 《私房稿》
“每次花谢，都像为下一次花开；而每一次花开，似乎都准备着下一次花谢。心甘情愿周而复始毫无怨言。”--吴悠律，《门前那片不弃不离的绿》
人何尝也不该这样？虽然会很累，可是至少有个目标，不让生命瞬间变得毫无价值。跌倒了就爬起来。谁怕谁。大不了受些伤。伤是会好的，会复合的。反省，吸取教训，再次爬起来，站稳，踏出右脚，再踏出左脚，走路，再次的蹦向目标。所谓经一事，长一智嘛，才会有‘姜是老的辣’这个言语嘛。“就算失望，不能绝望”，五月天《倔强》。绝望可是会致命的，完全没有了希望，就没有推动力，没有目标。若这目标是人生目标的话或是间接影响到人生目标时，那就真的糟了，负面的思想一个接一个的把自己给埋没了，自杀就不会是件惊天动人的事了。当一个打不死的蟑螂好过当一个温室里的小花小草。人见人厌好过人见人怜但生命力脆弱。（当然是在必不得以的时候。也不是做违背良心的事。最好是烦死或气死那些故意跑来你面前的绊脚石。呵呵，我够可恶吧？）倔强未必是一件坏事。
人何尝也不该这样？虽然会很累，可是至少有个目标，不让生命瞬间变得毫无价值。跌倒了就爬起来。谁怕谁。大不了受些伤。伤是会好的，会复合的。反省，吸取教训，再次爬起来，站稳，踏出右脚，再踏出左脚，走路，再次的蹦向目标。所谓经一事，长一智嘛，才会有‘姜是老的辣’这个言语嘛。“就算失望，不能绝望”，五月天《倔强》。绝望可是会致命的，完全没有了希望，就没有推动力，没有目标。若这目标是人生目标的话或是间接影响到人生目标时，那就真的糟了，负面的思想一个接一个的把自己给埋没了，自杀就不会是件惊天动人的事了。当一个打不死的蟑螂好过当一个温室里的小花小草。人见人厌好过人见人怜但生命力脆弱。（当然是在必不得以的时候。也不是做违背良心的事。最好是烦死或气死那些故意跑来你面前的绊脚石。呵呵，我够可恶吧？）倔强未必是一件坏事。
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Self
"To thine own self be true"
--Hamlet
Better to have a full understanding of yourself than to have others fully understand you.(知己知彼，百战百胜）And also using what I had heard from others a few years back, humans are like porcupines, they tend to want others to fully understand them but the more they try to get close to each other, the more they prick each other, getting hurt in the process. One of my friends interpreted it as as humans usually thought that others understand them well, they thought that they could say whatever they think without considering others' feelings, forgetting that others also have emotions and their own emotional scars too,there's a limit to what one can say.
Maybe that is also one of the reasons why people tend to ask for favours with those they know, believing that they have the ability to do so, and believed that they would not reject them, always saying stuff alone these lines 'I know that you are a very good person...', '以我们那么多年的交情...’. However, they forgot to consider their 'friends' position in the matter, whether they are putting them in an awakward position, 让他们进退两难。I have seen so many such cases that I have lost count and I'm just only 20 years old, no, have not even reach the age of 20. Does it hurt so much to consider others' position and determine whether their 'favours' are reasonable or not? Does it hurt to pause and think before one speaks, curbing their own desire to reach their goal and think rationally first? Going back to the first line, usually if one understand how one's emotions and thoughts work, one would be able to stop oneself from making such moves. Secondly, negatively, extremely negatively, in the world that I know, there can be betrayal and backstabbing when one least expected it. So it is 'wise'--I know that many would disagree strongly with me, to not leak out too much about oneself, as one may not know when it would be used against one. However, of cause, this is an extreme measure and it would cause one to become a loner. Maybe this is one of the reasons for one to become anti-social.
Usually the more one seems to be strong, the stronger the impact of the fall one feels. When they 'fall' or, using the more commonly uttered phrase, 'hit the bottom/pit', they not only hit the ground hard but they also usually tend to 'bite the dirt'. It maybe that they are as sensitive as others but they held back causing them to 'collect' the hurt feelings, piling them up. So when they finally collapse, the emotion is being magnified a few times. It may also be as they themselves are more sensitive than others, they put up a shield to block it off, and in some rare cases, I guess, they are so successful that they appear to be even stronger than others. Hence, when those things which hurt them are able to make their way through the shield, it hit them really hard. Just remember that no matter how one seems to be strong and 'steely', they are humans, living things, who bleed like the rest and have emotions.
--Hamlet
Better to have a full understanding of yourself than to have others fully understand you.(知己知彼，百战百胜）And also using what I had heard from others a few years back, humans are like porcupines, they tend to want others to fully understand them but the more they try to get close to each other, the more they prick each other, getting hurt in the process. One of my friends interpreted it as as humans usually thought that others understand them well, they thought that they could say whatever they think without considering others' feelings, forgetting that others also have emotions and their own emotional scars too,there's a limit to what one can say.
Maybe that is also one of the reasons why people tend to ask for favours with those they know, believing that they have the ability to do so, and believed that they would not reject them, always saying stuff alone these lines 'I know that you are a very good person...', '以我们那么多年的交情...’. However, they forgot to consider their 'friends' position in the matter, whether they are putting them in an awakward position, 让他们进退两难。I have seen so many such cases that I have lost count and I'm just only 20 years old, no, have not even reach the age of 20. Does it hurt so much to consider others' position and determine whether their 'favours' are reasonable or not? Does it hurt to pause and think before one speaks, curbing their own desire to reach their goal and think rationally first? Going back to the first line, usually if one understand how one's emotions and thoughts work, one would be able to stop oneself from making such moves. Secondly, negatively, extremely negatively, in the world that I know, there can be betrayal and backstabbing when one least expected it. So it is 'wise'--I know that many would disagree strongly with me, to not leak out too much about oneself, as one may not know when it would be used against one. However, of cause, this is an extreme measure and it would cause one to become a loner. Maybe this is one of the reasons for one to become anti-social.
Usually the more one seems to be strong, the stronger the impact of the fall one feels. When they 'fall' or, using the more commonly uttered phrase, 'hit the bottom/pit', they not only hit the ground hard but they also usually tend to 'bite the dirt'. It maybe that they are as sensitive as others but they held back causing them to 'collect' the hurt feelings, piling them up. So when they finally collapse, the emotion is being magnified a few times. It may also be as they themselves are more sensitive than others, they put up a shield to block it off, and in some rare cases, I guess, they are so successful that they appear to be even stronger than others. Hence, when those things which hurt them are able to make their way through the shield, it hit them really hard. Just remember that no matter how one seems to be strong and 'steely', they are humans, living things, who bleed like the rest and have emotions.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Friday, February 12, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Fear
Some say that fear allows others to control you but some also say that fear pushes one to success. Personally I believe that let not fear control u but u be in control of fear. Fear when u need to and eradicate it when it becomes a stumbling block.
These few weeks I have been in tremendous stress due to fear of failing. However, the more I fear, the more I fail. Only when fear is kept in check then one starts to progress in one's work and not instead be a stumbling block but a motiviating force.
These few weeks I have been in tremendous stress due to fear of failing. However, the more I fear, the more I fail. Only when fear is kept in check then one starts to progress in one's work and not instead be a stumbling block but a motiviating force.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
人言可畏 心难防 葬（心）
《阮玲玉》赵玫
“蔷薇 蔷薇
处处开 挡不住春风
吹进怀 一片苦海
情难断 义难了
乱我心怀 人言难捱
质本洁 还洁去
天尽头处
香魂 安在”
《葬心》阮玲玉
“蝴蝶儿飞去心亦不在
凄清长夜谁来拭泪满腮
是贪点儿依赖
贪一点儿爱
旧缘该了难了换满心哀
怎受的住这头猜那边怪
人言汇成愁海辛酸难捱
天给的苦给的灾都不怪
千不该万不该
芳华怕孤单
林花儿谢了连心也埋
他日春燕归来身何在...”
这其实不单单只是发生在阮玲玉的身上，也不只是限制于娱乐圈。人心若“贪点儿依赖”，就会习惯性的想依赖他人，当不能再依赖时，人反而会觉得自己站不住。人心若“贪一点儿爱”，并且正碰上“旧缘该了”的状况，反而会陷入“剪不断，理还乱”的困境。在这个人脉相互连接的社会里，闲言闲语是难避免的。可是当这种现象越来越腾达时，这造成强大的压力，加上之前的彷徨无助与混乱，使人走上绝路。几年前当看到和认清这些事实时，使自己变得冰冷的原因之一：绝不要走他们的后尘，白白浪费了性命，不值。
“蔷薇 蔷薇
处处开 挡不住春风
吹进怀 一片苦海
情难断 义难了
乱我心怀 人言难捱
质本洁 还洁去
天尽头处
香魂 安在”
《葬心》阮玲玉
“蝴蝶儿飞去心亦不在
凄清长夜谁来拭泪满腮
是贪点儿依赖
贪一点儿爱
旧缘该了难了换满心哀
怎受的住这头猜那边怪
人言汇成愁海辛酸难捱
天给的苦给的灾都不怪
千不该万不该
芳华怕孤单
林花儿谢了连心也埋
他日春燕归来身何在...”
这其实不单单只是发生在阮玲玉的身上，也不只是限制于娱乐圈。人心若“贪点儿依赖”，就会习惯性的想依赖他人，当不能再依赖时，人反而会觉得自己站不住。人心若“贪一点儿爱”，并且正碰上“旧缘该了”的状况，反而会陷入“剪不断，理还乱”的困境。在这个人脉相互连接的社会里，闲言闲语是难避免的。可是当这种现象越来越腾达时，这造成强大的压力，加上之前的彷徨无助与混乱，使人走上绝路。几年前当看到和认清这些事实时，使自己变得冰冷的原因之一：绝不要走他们的后尘，白白浪费了性命，不值。
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