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7/28/2006 The dreamI had nightmare last night. For the detail, I've forgotten, just keeping the general frame. At the same time, I accepted a message from Abu, who took the same dream as me, nightmare. To comfort him, I told him dreams worked conversely.
However, in my mind, dreams like that is always like sharing potluck. For leisure, I often joke that I could work out a book of fancy novels from dreams, such as swordsmen film, science fiction, modern-city series, comedy, tragedy etc.(et cetera) Don't regard this as only kidding. Maybe I could make all realized someday, when I've been tired of the social occupation or would wanna try something new to assart a place with fresh or stimulation or sth. like this.
Is that all a big dream evolving from my dreams? Maybe yes maybe no. Just relax and watch. Action is the first. 7/27/2006 dandelion, dandelionI remember I ever set a comparison to dandelion about myself. Where will you go? Where to work, to live, to spend your lifetime? I really have no idea.
Concerning the job, the life, I seem to be lost about the direction. That's the truth, unless you've been sure about the city or firm you'll go and taken confidence for yourself. Well, I have confidence, but no sure for the direction. So I told him that I were just like the dandelion, the dandelion.
The dandelion flies and shares the trip with the wind. Whenever pausing or easing somewhere, dadelion spreads seeds there and makes the residence. Then next year, you could appreciate the fresh flowers. When going mature, dandelion goes the same way with wind fluttering. So does my life. But there is difference, of course. Anytime I find my "home" once, I could be more clear for the next and not be the dandelion any more.
When the wind smiles and te-hees, life-converting comes. However, you could compare youself to the dandelion, but only a short time, or that will be the excuse for your delay. Aspirin for a Severed HeadI have been divorced two years this Thanksgiving. (The irony is not altogether lost. Bear with me)
I did not believe Iwould ever get out of my divorce, which couldn't have been more painful, squalid, or banal. We had just had a baby---not to save the marriage, I might add---but for the usual joyous, traditional, and misguided reasons.
I did not know the marriage needed saving. This shows my general naivete, something that divorce cures one of forever.
I became a single mother overnight, which is nothing like becoming famous overnight. I believe it is the emotional equivalent of having a stroke. While my estranged spouse recuperated at the exquisite tropical island where frothy drinks are served with miniature parasols, I was left holding the diaper bag.
The timing could not have been worse, as I was left to raise our beautiful son at a time when eating or grooming seemed difficult and perhaps unnecessary. I wanted to die. Life as Iknew it was over, my bills were doubled, and my fear and loneliness and sense of complete failure rose like bone dust into the night air.
In a true universe, there would be a place where love and marriages go to die, rapture's own version of the elephant's graveyard. They should not be allowed to dissipate on their own, to float away on some random moment, irrevocable as seed from a dandelion.
During the first weeks, my mother came to stay with me, positioned on the Pottery Barn chair and a half, a kind of angelic sentinel in sweat clothes. She drank Diet Coke, and she listened, telling me stories from her own divorce. These stories were not terribly encouraging, seeing as how my father remarried twice and dropped dead at forty-four. But although my mother wanted to part my husband's hair with an ax, she was happy; I noticed that. She had survived.
Of course, I did not die. Instead, I focused on my extraordinary son and drank midrange chardonnay every night from the couch, which had become my battle station. I ordered a barrage of mailorder items. Ifelt like hammered shit every day.
I asked my mother, "How long?" "Two years," she said. My brain did not accept this as viable information. Yes, my mother had been left at thirty-six with two kids, but that was in the '70s. I announced Icould not last that long, that even next month was pushing it. She said, "oh, well...Everyone's different, honey."
I walked around my small town with a thought bubble over my head: Person Going through a Divorce. When I looked at other people, I automatically formed thought bubbles over their heads. Happy Couple with Stroller. Innocent Teenage Girl with Her Whole Life Ahead of Her. Content Grandmother and Grandfather Visiting Town Where Their Grandchildren Live with Intact Parents. Secure Housewife with Big Diamond. Undamaged Group of Young Men on Skateboards. Good Man withBaby in Baby Bjorn Who loves His Wife. Dogs Who Never Have to Worry. Young Kids Kissing Publicly. Then every so often I'd see one like me, one of the shambling, sad women without makeup, looking older than she is. Divorced Woman Wondering How the Fuck This Happened.
I remember thinking, this just can't last. Sooner or later my life is going to have to come back from the cleaners. Iwaited. I was not patient, but I waited. If there'd been someone in a position of authority to upbraid for this, I would have. I would have upbraided most severely.
I asked my divorced friends, "How long?" " Two years," they said.
"No no no no," I thought.
Time passed slowly, as when one is waiting for aspirin to work on one's severed head.
I got through the first Christmas. The first Valentine's Day. The first wedding anniversary. The first divorce anniversary. The pain slowly eased up; the psychic damage was beginning, if not to disappear, then to taper. I stopped wishing him dead, and started wishing him rich so he could send up more money. This did not happen.
And then, just as my mother said it would happen, one day Iwalked down the street with my son and realized I felt happy. Out of the woods.
When people say it takes two years, believe them. Statistically speaking, this is the point in time when one has gotten through it. There is some truth to this---also some rather flamboyant falsehoods, especially when you have a child running around wearing his face and yours, entwined forever: you have done this, it cannot be undone. You will always have children together; they will almost certainlly outlive the marriage in terms of years. It's beautiful and hard all at once. It's marriage and its Siamese twin, divorce. Divorce, which apparently has become the antidote to marriage, although the jury is decidedly out. In the end, it's just life.
After a couple of years, you can appreciate your ex for who he is and realize that he is separate and distinct from you. You can feel a certain amount of warmth for him, as you do your alma mater, or your car. You can love a car, but you do not attach yourself to the car. You do not buy little gifts for the car thinking you can be with the car over. You do not lose sleep over whether the car thinks you are attractive or if the car is thinking of you too, right now. You do not especially care whether someone else drives the car.
Right.
Or, you can wait for two years. 7/26/2006 Never set excuseA good habit should be persisted. I should appologize to myself, to my health. Yeah, just look at the signature about your space, have you forgotten something? That's yoga. How long have you been lost? Do you remember the pain, the tiring, the disaster? Whenever you insist on, you keep fit. Busyness or laziness? The later.
I still recall the time I went for dating and made yoga left. Whenever coming back, just set a good excuse for myself to ease for yoga. I told myself to be a good learner of yoga. When I taki leisure time someday in the future, I could work as an yoga-teacher or something like that. However, what's going on now? You've made all behind your mind.
Never set excuse! That's the way to heal. Now, hearing the new song Number of BiBi, I feel sorrow for myself. How long have you been far away the moving life? Do you remember the touched singing, voice, and life of her? Yes, she's not your idol, just a little sister. To some extent, the motivity. The drive for insist on beautiful life, but now you've been lost. What's the later?
Take a deep breath, think and think, you'll find the way forward. 7/23/2006 Only you!Last night I saw the entertainment programme SuperGirl in city of Guangzhou. Several girls sang so wonderful that I really appreciate all of them. Take Han Zhenzhen for instance, once you hear her songs she writes herself, you cann't control to convert the channel. So magnetic that I seem to be lost. Another girl named Liu Liyang who takes the same family name with me, yeah, goes the way of idol, but she sang well two. She looks like the second Li Yuchun, maybe. Sighing, How many excellent humans we have in our mainland!
Well, after all, the only one who have made me moved is her Zhou Bichang, who comes out of city of Guangzhou. Because of this, I take a little expect for the city this year again. I believe that many girls who take the same dream as my Bibi will go on to the stage to try. SuperGirl is such a good plateform for girls to challenge themselves, at the same time a good time to make them grow-up maturely. If I have chance, why not go up? Of course I will. As singing is my favourite and also my dream though only in my mind, well, just as a leisure now. As I have met the very girl who set profound expression in my heart. I've made the decision to support her in my life, and drive myself to another goal, while dream too, that's the business world. To find my position outstide, though toughly and tiring, never mind, I could do that as Bibi and Abu.
For your whole life, how many times you've been moved? You can try to count. Several times to me, but meeting her is one of the greatest in my life that I will persist my love!
To love or to be loved, both is the fortunate. 7/21/2006 You dare!You dare! I dare! Take your courage to shout out! I don't understand what's the fear inside. Maybe I have cared too much about this. Learn to go away or say "no".
All is up to the character. To some extent, I'm not as strong as I could consider, actually fragile maybe. Fine, stop stupid thought, life comes on with such things. Send a big smile to yourself and learn to forget. But don't forget that try everything without regret, and wholeheartedly. So to my love. I just hope both of us could get more mature and responsible. I know we could, and what matters a lot is the time. Give each other more time to adapt, you will know each other better. Trust! 7/20/2006 The memory being lostHave you ever lost memory? I do. I always take the experience that anything familiar to me lost their names in my mind. Oh, my God, maybe the turn of life(menopause) got to me ahead of time, or something unlucky to me is coming on. Well, don't worry about that.
As frequently as people work, plenty of matters run into their minds. In fact, finite space, but infinite materials. So, it's easy to forget. Then, you need a notebook to make sure about the schedul or the anniversary lest you left them behind. I have one, and at the same time I take other means to share the memory. I am convinced that I take bad memory and always forget something. So please forgive me to being lost in memorizing as I never intend to do that. People live happily with toleration and understanding. What will you do when meeting anyone with bad memory?
However, for the special dates I always read them in mind. From psychology, that's enforcement. In other words, people could get something well deposited in the brain complelling themselves to memorize because of the peculiar status. Take your lover's birthday as an example, which you will never forget unless you are exactly busy doing sth. or intend to forget. That's normal. You must have known that you could remind yourself with anything if you try to bear it by heart. Anyone who always find excuse to be a forgetter is the right one who never work with heart.
Though the memory being lost exists here and there, it will never disappear as its living. Memory share the life as mankind. 7/19/2006 The ferventnessIt's so fervent outside. Because of the ferventness, people are effected about the appetite or the healthy. Some gets the headache, or the hot flu, or morose. So do I, especially when more time spent in the laboratory with aircondition. However it's lucky for me to share the interests of music. OMG, without music, how could I look like, depressed or being a loser?
In such condition, I've been used to miss back for the old. Yeah, I'm reminiscent, though I know it's out of my mind. Fine! The discrimination between human beings and animals is the wit and emotion quotient(EQ). Without so much looking back, they would be more optimistic, right?
Just now, I wondered with him for the meal and the shopping in the supermarket. Without lots of words, just silence, I pretended to be fine to dispute with him. But he never thought too much about me; he never read the expression in my eyes. Despite all that we couldn't see each other just several days, it's torturous for the following days once missing anything about him. Forget it, I must crazy to shout here. You still get much work to do, relax, and miss. Never forget YOGA, your intimate friends whom you have left behind.
You are an optimit, so is he. Just wait here, though fervent, torturous, and disphoric. I know I could calm down as her and him. 7/18/2006 Pray for the rainAt the noon, there seemed tiny raining, just tiny rain. OMG, for such little things, I've prayed so long. Being surrounded with the fervent atmosphere, I'm no longer a human, but a braised pachyrhizus. Pachyrhizus, I'd rather take a baked one, not braised. No no, I don't mean talking about the food, it's just a trope, comparision. I mean.
Yesterday, I finished watching theTV huowuhuangsha which shows the low status of women. Fortunately I wasn't born at that time at which women were worthy of nothing if they were forced to lose pudicity, for instance, by bandit on the horse. it's a great sorrow for women's fate in ancient. From the beginning to the final, I teared down for our women who never knew to fight for themselves and for our stupid society. Maybe that's why we always call for reforming and opening, not only for the business, but most importantly for the consciousness. Well it may look like the expecting for rain in Chongqing, useless or faraway...
However, it has become better and better recently, especially at 21 century. On the other aspect, people should never be lost in the crowd. No trying, no success; no hope, no future. Ok, though no raining, get more water for the bathing which works the same way in summer, right? 7/16/2006 I wanna cryWithout any reason, I wanna cry. It seems that only tears could make my heart calm and peaceful. Missing that boy. I'm really keen for the very shoulder to lie on. But now I could do nothing, just insist on the bothering, terrible job which I wanna leave away immediately. However, I know I cannot, but to control myself.
Sometimes, you could depend on nobody but yourself. Be brave, you could, you could! 7/15/2006 Taste of livingI have learnt from the Girlfriend that drinking a cup of lemon juice every morning when you're hollow. It's so long. Last night I strolled in the supermarket, found the lemon with a surprise as I had been looking for it for so long. I took two back. This morning, I got up later about 9 o'clock, regretfully. I made some warm water in the glass and cut a piece of lemon which had been cleaned last night into the glass. After washing over, I decided to drink up. My God, it's so sour that I could only drank one mouth after another. God bless me that my teeth were still there standing up.
Now, in the laboratory, I have gotten some tea for myself which has been the habit for work. By the way I threw a piece of lemon into the tea cup. Several minutes later, I took it, still soar. Maybe I should add some honey to lower the sour, then it would be sour with honey which fits to my flavor. Actually, that's the taste of living which sometimes is too sour, or too honey, or full of joys and sorrows. However, the complex taste makes it more colorful and more wonderful. Different tastes give you different feeling and share. Well, share it! To the living, you should be brave.
OK, go on with your green tea, though a little sour, and make the plan to accomplish your work. You could achieve the goal. All is up your mind.
COME ON, GIRL! YOU ARE THE HERO WHICH IS YOUR FAVOURIATE song from MARIAH CAREY. 7/14/2006 AnnoyanceSometimes people mess their minds with trouble, unreasonable or not. Just like me, from the morning 7:00 o'clock in detail to now, I've been annoying with the project report amending. For times after times' reworking, I've really been mad with that, and distasted the government's working style, which just wastes time.
While, that's only the common sense. You may like your work or not, but you can not deny that you have to accomplish it whole-heartedly. So annoyance is onlyl annoyance, which I couldcompain about only in my MSN space. When coming back to the reality, there's still all I have to face. Ok, learn how to arrange your time, of course your mood, to adapt to the outside. Take a deep breath, award yourself with a big smile, and modulate your frame of mind(spirit) to balance.
Remember, no complain, just settle down. If you can not control yourself, just write down essays or some sentence to get annoyance away your life. People can't live without annoyance, but there is the difference depending on attitude to treat it.
In my mind, I'm an optimist with belief, trust, and dreams, though sometimes with tiny sorrow. OK, life goes on, never give up, you could insist on, just hold it! 7/13/2006 Quarrel, tear, or trust?Life is complex, which can not be settled down with only one word. People live with smiles or tears, fear or relax. So mysterious that man is just like the ocean which is too turbid and bottomless to see thoroughly. Sometimes quarrel is indispensable just to enrich the smooth life that lacks of stimulation or something else inspiring. Maybe that’s true, but painful and torturous, full of tears and heart-cracking. Maybe people is selfish, only looking forward to the happiness. It seems to be a mess to be honest to each other. People should keep the secrets or shut door of his own space. But when the misunderstanding comes to you, it must be your fault for dishonesty. Contradiction, so much contradiction!
All is up to the trust. When the trust goes away, nothing left between each other. However, if he never cares you, whatever he could worry about. Maybe not only the trust is the key, but also the understanding and toleration. Life is hard, so even more to the human beings. Just relax and follow the water-flowing down from higher to lower. Tears went away, but maybe coming back someday. Whatever it will do, just follow heart, and take everything precious, just like the old saying---happiness works with other friction reacting. The feeling varies with time, so does the contradiction. Never be impulsive or both of you will regret.
After all, you should make sure about your heart, your real thoughts, the emotion, which is the hinge. Let’s pray for everyone that they could trust each other and go forward hand-by-hand. 7/12/2006 Don't define me by my schoolFROM THE PART OF WORLDVIEW FORM CRAZY ENGLISH READER, 2006.7
By Malcolm Gladwell
I applied to college one evening, after dinner, in the fall of my senior year in high school. College applicants in Ontario, in those days, were given a single sheet of paper which listed all the universities in the province. It was my job to rank them in order of preference. Then I had to mail the sheet of paper to a contral college admissions office. The whole process probably took ten minutes. My school sent in my grades separately. I vaguely remember filling out a supplementary two-page form listing my interests and activities. There were no S.A.T. scores to worry about, because in Canada we didn't have to take the S.A.T.s. I don't know whether anyone wrote me a recommentdation. I certainly never asked anyone to. Why would I? It wasn't as if I were applying to a private club.
I put the University of Toronto first on my list, the University of Western Ontario second, and Queen's University third, I was working off a set of brochures that I'd sent away for. My parents' contribution consisted of my father's agrreeing to drive me one afternoon to the University of Toronto campus. I walked around the campus. My father poked his head into the admissions office, chatted with the admissions office, chatted with the admissions director, and-I imagine-either said a few short words about the talents of his son or (knowing my father) remarked on the loveliness of the delphiniums in the college flower beds. Then we had ice cream. I got in.
Am I a better or more successful person for having been accepted at the University of Toronto, as opposed to my second or third choice? It strikes me as a curious question. In Ontario, there wasn't a strict hierarchy of colleges. There were several good ones and several better ones and a number of programs-like computer science at the University of Waterloo-that were world-class. But since all colleges were part of the same pulic system and tuition everywhere was the same, and a B average in high school pretty much guaranteed you a spot in college, there wasn't a sense that anything great was at stake in the choice of which college we attended. The issue was whether we attended. The issue was whether we attended college, and-most important-how seriously we took the experience once we got there. I thought everyone felt this way. You can imagine my confusion, then, when Ifirst met someone who had gone to Harvard.
There was, first of all, that strange initial reluctance to talk about the matter of college at all-a glance downward, a shuffling of the feet, a mumbled mention of Cambridge. "Did you go to Harvard?" Iwould ask. I had just moved to the United States. I didn't know the rules. An uncomfortable nod would follow. "Don't define my by my school," they seemed to be saying, which implied that their school actually could define them. And, of course, it did. Wherever there was one Harvard graduate, another lurked not far behind, ready to recount the intricacies of the college application essay, or wonder out loud about the whereabouts of Prince So-and-So. In the novels they were writing, the precocious and sensitive protagonist always went to Harvard; if he was troubled, he dropped out of Harvard; in the end, he returned to Harvard to complete his senior thesis. Once, I attended a wedding of a Harvard alum in his fifties, at which the best man spoke of his college days with the groom as if neither could have accomplished anything of greater importance, in the intervening thirty years. By the end, I half expected him to take off his shirt and proudly didplay the large crimson "H" tattooed on his chest.
Social scientists distinguish between whtat are known as treatment effects and selection effects. The Marine Corps, for instance, is largely a treatment-effect institution. It doesn't have an enormous admissions office grading applicants along for separate dimensions of toughness and intelligence. It's confident that the experience of undergoing Marine Corps basic training will turn you into a formidable soldier. A modelling agency, by contrast, is a selection-effect institution. You don't become beautiful by sighning up with an agency. You get signed up by an agency because you're beautiful.
At the heart of the American absession with the Ivy League is the belief that shools like Harvard provide the social and intellectual equivalent of Marine Corps basic training-that being taought by all those brilliant professors and meeting all those other motivated students and getting a degree with that powerful name on it will confer advantages that no local state university can provide. Fuelling the treatment-effect idea are studies showing that if you take two students with the same S.A.T. scores and grades, one of whom goes to a school like Harvard and one of whom goes to a less selective college, the Ivy Leaguer will make far more money ten or twenty years down the road.
The extraodinary emphasis the Ivy League places on admissions policies, though, makes it seem more like a modelling agency than the Marine Corps, and sure enough, the studies based on those two apparently equivallent students turn out to be flawed. How do we know that two students who have the same S.A.T. scores and grades really are equivalent? It's quite possible that the student who goes to Harvard is more ambitious and energetic and personable than the student who wasn't let in, and that those same intangibles arewhat account for his better career success. Three years ago, the economists Alan Krueger and Stacy Dale published just such a study. And they found that when you compare apples and aplles the income bonus from selective schools disappears.
"As a hypothetical example, take the University of Pennsylvania and Penn State, which are two schools a lot of students choose between," Krueger said. "One is Ivy, one is a state school. Penn is much more highly selective. You would think that the more ambitious student is the one who would choose to go to Penn, and the ones choosing to go to Penn State might be a little less confident in their abilities or have a little lower family income, and both of those factors would point to people doing worse later on. But they don't."
Krueger says that there is one exception to this. Students from the very lowest economic strata do seem to benefit from going to an Ivy. But if you are a hardworking and intelligent person you'll end up doing well regardless of where you went to school. You'll make good contacts at Penn. But Penn State is big enough and diverse enough that you can make good contacts there, too. Having Penn on your resume opens doors. But if you are good enough, those doors will open for you anyway. 7/11/2006 Trace of timeTrace of time shows the way we grown-up. The old proverb is that people can not go back. I agree. The past is the history which could only take seated in our mind as the way of memory, not anything else. My oral words is looking forward not backward, making today the most precious not the past or even the future. Yes, nobody could make a forecast for tomorrow or any more, Only a full enjoy of today could people make.
A good means is to regard today as the last day on earth, then you could spill out all your energy and try everything you could afford. That's right. Take everyday as the last, which is easier to say than to be done. All dues to the human nature-laziness. As a fact, everybody knows that it's not the last day, just a kind of motivation. So people could follow the stimulation or not, which is just up to the personal characteristic.
It's you not anybody to make the decision. So make sure about your mind and quikly take it done, as trace of time goes faster than you could think.
I prefer bananas, mangoes, strawberries, blackberries, tomatoes, green apples, pears, lemons... etc. Just like a piggish and greedy cat. I wanna finish the seconder paper in July; I wanna go on the English-learning habit; I wanna swim skillfully lik my Abu; I wanna persist in what I do and what I will do; I wanna keep the steady and happy life with him. Finally, there is a saying like this: if the belief goes away, nothing lift between us. So, trust what you've chosen and insist on, inspite of hardship. Trace of time could record all for you, the full record. 7/10/2006 Never losing face!Never losing face!
Keeping face seems to be the conventional feature for the Chinese, from the ancient time. They do anything, try anyway, or something else in the aim of pretending to be cool or generous.
For instance, in western countries, people never leave with remains of food, which is regarded as the proud and polite matter. However, in our country, people go reversely. They take the food remaining as a kind of keeping face whick means that they eat less or tend to be a gentlman or a lady. To economize is a good habit and a good manner to make full use of social resources which is alway the construction goal for our country China. But the consciousness lives far from the action.
If you could finish one piece of work, don't exaggerate to two or more. Just follow your capability. Please don't worry about being look down upon. But you will get it, if you work without honesty. It's not ashamed, just show what you look like and your potential to be capable.
As a student, to learn more and improve myself is the key to achieve. For the saponaceous aspects, however you will look like someday, just show pure as you could be now and follow the nature. Never be anxious about the "face"! 7/9/2006 Tolerance, understandingIt's easy to misunderstand each other without tolerance and understanding. Whatever is always seen is the quarrel, anger, fight etc. What they need to learn is communication. People don't like to cheat, I think, unless intended or kindly intended.
It's normal to see some quarrels beween lovers or friends. There is a sort of people who don't like to explain. No explanation, the misunderstanding comes with you. So treat each other honestly, and then the peace and concern go on with you.
I consider trust as the key factor among the crowd, especially between the lovers. Just like a book of tactics says: never doubt when cooperate, and never cooperate with the doubt. You must believe that there is the very reason for his being late, his breaking the appointment, his silence and so on. Try to ask for explanation the other day. Don't meet trouble halfway: like the man of Qi who was haunted by the fear that the sky might fall, which was unwarranted anxiety. That's why the trust works.
You could live relaxed and happy if you take the characteristics of tolerance and understanding. To talk more and communicate more, more happiness may come to you. So never miss the good because of some mess, and never miss the beautiful life! 7/8/2006 No excuse!Boss always tells us no excuse! I remember there is a book named No excuse. The book describs the disipline of West Point which shows the key words "no excuse".
That's right! No excuse for anything unless you take no attention, the work or the living. I really don't like peple who always find various excuses for their action right or wrong! There is just the very explanation for their excuses that they act without hearts. 7/7/2006 Depression and loveThere is a kind of saying that human nature is ugly. Maybe it is to some extent radical, but not fake. I've set a conclusion that the world needs loving.
From watching movie Jan Dara(Wan Niang), I was so disappointed and depressive about human beings. What's discrimination betweent humankind and animals. Yeah, human is a kind of animal but more higher and wiser. However, in some aspects, people fail to the animals. I remember the movie Eight Below which shows the deepest love among snow dogs. So it is not rare for people to sigh for indifference and disappointment of the world.
You must not neglect that more and more companies would like to employ persons with loyalty, honesty, credit and love which people is always keen for. Yeah, it's easy for us to do that, but difficult to achieve. It has been the very phenomenon that you must try to adapt to the environment if you want to cooperate with others peacefully, or else you will fall behind. That's the root. No one wanna keep personality to change, or no one dare to. So one after one, the world goes on. But I believe there are such people who never lose heart to the world. They try every minute to contact others and make them feel love , and then spread out together.
That's right, never give up. No success goes on without trying. People should get together and make effort for the future. Though more mistakes go with the world developing, we can conquer all if we keep confident and smiling.
Some guys are curious about my love to Bibi. It's normal, they never feel the exquisite emotion, especially when they get no such experience. Forget it! I just insist on what I love and hold it. The pureness, honesty, and belief on her is just what I appreciate. I'm sure that I really keep the love for her forever unless I disappear. So is the love for Abu, though I'm not sure about his thoughts. Peple go forward with the hope for no regret.
After all, everthing takes the way to be more beautiful if you smile to! 7/6/2006 The habit!I t has been a habit for me to browse some E-materials, just like the socks I always took. However, recently I've formed another habit to get into the laboratory(lab) to spend the whole summer living there. For one aspect, to share the aircondition; for another aspect, that's the real way to supervise myself on the work, especially to the laziness in the dorm. People would like to change, but troubled with methods. Maybe, that's the natural characters for human beings. I would set a example that people could change if they really want and insist on.
There is something I should finish in the summer holiday: try to finish the project; accomplish and cast the second paper which has been named; seeing about the occupation situation. All is done for the next year's graduation. Opportunity is only for people prepared!
At night, go on doing yoga in order to keep fit, or if it could help me losing weight that'll be OK. But health is the first! If Chongqing were cool someday, I would try to play badminton. Of course, I wish my parner get back quickly, Miss Gou!
A good habit works with you for the whole life! So if you've taken one, just persist! Life is beautiful. Share! 渝之第二暑假2006年的暑假之旅终于开始了.
重庆真的是热,而且闷.很不舒服,还是想回家啊.虽然家里没有空调,不过吹着凉爽的风感觉还是蛮不错的啊,桃子也长成了,多久没尝过那美美的滋味了,还有爸妈做的好吃的,想着啊我的胃液就开始分泌了.
不过老板说了,项目不定期可能要改动,最好留下来.我自己也打算把THE SECOND PAPER弄完初稿,如果有时间可以再考虑回去.
那个家伙也说锻炼锻炼自己蛮好的,不要太恋家,我恋家吗?说不清哟,不过以前在西安呆了四年,也是一年回不了几次,到重庆后两年了也只有过年的时候会回去.有时候还怀疑自己冷血呢.
重庆太热了,不过哪里又不热呢?想来想去,还是要给自己一些压力的.白天就来实验室好了,有空调吹,也可以做事.晚点再回宿舍做YOGA啊看点其它的东东.这样一个暑假下来,至少也充实.现在真不是玩的时候,说真的,现在我心里还在为马上要来临的找工作担忧,小小的担忧吧,但不是杞人忧天,现在自己的心态可以保持的比较好一些.顺其自然嘛,想多了也无用,也可能看多了TIM SIR和DOCTOR GU讲的话,整个人都有了提升.无论如何,多多充实自己,创造更多机会给自己咯.工作不好找,但仍旧有蛮多机会的不是吗?而机会却只给有准备的人,你是吗?你会是的:)
从3日开始,暑假计划就开始了,白天在实验室晚上在宿舍,有时候再出去转转,游泳没人教了先不学了(以后总有人教的嘛),YOGA是要坚持的,想着流汗的滋味,真就像是从亚马逊河里钻出来一样,爽!蛮想瘦的,不知道这样坚持下来会不会少几斤肉,但至少有一点可以确定,那就是自己更加健康,更加自信咯!享受自然的感觉,蛮不错吧...
现在想想,为什么那么喜欢看TVB的片,应该是份源自生活,归于生活的感觉,一种美好的鼓励咯!
新的旅程刚开始,可能有些辛苦,只要再多坚持一小会,就可以成功啦!再多一点点小私心,希望我们彼此都健康且快乐着YEAH! 6/26/2006 让自己充实些三年硕士,离毕业的日子还有一年,时间真的好快,似乎瞬间的逝去...只希望在剩下的些许日子里(学生生涯),可以更加看清自己,让生活再充实些.好的习惯要坚持,懒惰的想法全部打散掉.
女人生而独立,NO EXCUSE!
只要周笔畅还在微笑,这个世界就不会太糟糕.
有什么好担心的! 6/5/2006 女人晤易做真的蛮喜欢TVB的片子，这两天搞定了一部《女人晤易做》。自从《金枝玉孽》之后，蛮欣赏邓萃雯，她的演技很棒，她饰演的角色都有一种霸气，彰显着女人的自信与独立。欣赏归欣赏啊，在现实中这样的感觉有些过了，但是有一句是对的，那就是：女性需要自信与自立！
无论是对于拍拖中的两人还是婚姻当中的两人来讲，始终觉得：坦诚、信任、理解与相互扶持是最重要的。
当然啦，没有过婚姻经历不晓得对与错，站在旁观者的角度，就这样认为咯。
女人的确不容易做，感叹就省略了！用心吧，慢慢来咯，生活本就不易，还是坚信只要人和人多一些坦诚、信任与理解，万事都容易了。
还是那句老话：用心最重要！有诚心去做某事，肯定可以做到OK啦……
就此打住，不看TV啦，除非看到非常非常想看的TV。老老实实的，乖乖的做PAPER，看书，学习啦，还有***！
WATER，不听话偶照样可以奏你PP的说，丝毫会不留情面的哟^_^ 6/3/2006 这一眼红肿只为雪地犬我真的是一个蛮容易感动的人！
很喜欢看一些TV和MOVIE，可能男孩子会觉得好假不屑一顾，自己倒是看的蛮乐的，陷于剧情当中，为其乐为其哭。好朋友都知道我是个很容易融入剧情的人，经常会哭得稀哩糊涂的，眼睛肿肿的，鼻子红红的，跟感冒了差不多。记得那次看《暖春》，的确感人，有个MM哭感冒了，我倒是没达到这种地步，也哭得蛮惨的。
人为什么会哭，即使知道那只是拍戏，假的嘛，却还哭成那个德性，而且还喜欢看。都会觉得这个社会变了吧，没有以前那么简单纯洁了，人和人打交道都要思量再三，怕被骗怕受伤，怕不小心说错话后果严重，那种简单纯洁的相处早没有了，似乎只有戏里才会有。那是人类潜在的善良在作怪，没有人不愿意轻轻松松的活着，快乐也自在，想怎么就怎么，不用再去伪装和躲避什么，只要做自己就好了。真是说的容易做的难啊，所以希望全寄于戏里了，导演也抓住了人类的这个心理，一部接一部，拍吧，我们都喜欢看。也只有在戏里才能找回那种久违的温暖……艺术，也许是人类灵魂暂时栖息的港湾吧。
哭吧，想哭就哭吧，又没啥丢人的，让自己轻松点，别太压抑了！
刚看了那个南极大冒险《EIGHT BELOW》，听同学说有些感动，在机子存了多时一直没有时间看。今天放松放松好了，下雨天就是喜欢看电影OH，YEAH……
关注的焦点是那八点雪地犬，好漂亮好漂亮的说，驯过嘛，所以很通人性，乖巧聪明让人喜爱，尤其是那坚毅的眼神多么值得信任啊。零下五十度环境下的一百七十五天，没有救援，八只雪地犬极地求生存，在自己都管不了的情况下，还心系队里的其它雪地犬。为了大家吃饱以身犯险引开巨大的海狮、众志成城团结一致击退海狮、捕到小鸟让其它雪地犬先吃自己乖乖的守候……团队精神体现的真真切切，这部片真值得一看，光说没啥子，当你亲眼目睹他们之间的那种融合与亲密无间，你都无法不为之感动。即使是人类，人不为己天诛地灭，只要不伤害别个就够了，更不敢奢望如此。现在企业招聘比较看重团队精神，诚实守信，踏实，归根究地还是人类善良的本源期望啊。
打不下去了，有兴趣的朋友一定要去看这部片，八只雪地犬175天的奋斗，虽然失去了两只，当最终回到抢险队，那种希望的喜悦已让人泣不成声。回想那些日子，暴风雪中期望与等待的眼神，坚信执着的眼神，那种信念支撑他们一天一天走下去，FINALLY，THEY GOT IT！
真以为MAYA就这样死掉了，我忘不了当她在沉睡中醒来时MAX的兴奋尖叫和JERRY的两行热泪，生命何其珍贵，爱的守候让一切为之动融。
MAX，MAYA，SHORTY，SHADOW，BARK，DUVI，DULUMEN，OLD JACK……向你们致敬！
想起小时候奶奶家那只通人性的狼犬KALU，真是聪明懂事如那些雪地犬一样，还有我家大黄狗，真是童年难忘的玩伴。总说人善被人欺，马善被人骑，狗狗KALU还有大黄就那样被人家毒死了，大黄现在还在家门口的老愧树底下，至死依然守着大门。
为什么形容坏人总是用狼心狗肺这个词，狼或狗，它们何其团结何其忠心，何其为爱为朋友而舍身取义，人呢？这个词真是有些冤哪。
兽亦如此，人何以堪？
如果TV不再只是TV，MOVIE不再只是MOVIE，生活会多么简单快乐；也有人说如果让小孩子来统治世界，那一定是像普罗旺斯一样遍地薰衣草的美丽吧…… |
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