5 years ago, during Freshman Orientation Camp, we were asked to choose an animal to represent ourselves.... And I chose butterfly. And to make things more meaningful, I described myself as "Faithful" (cos need to start with F) and was given the SP name ＂祝英台＂...
5 years later, I take a look at the symbolic meaning of this creature..
There are many symbolic meanings associated with the butterfly.
The Mandarin Chinese word for butterfly is "hu-tieh". "Tieh" means "70 years", therefore butterflies have become a symbol for a long life. In this culture butterflies have also become representative of young men in love.
In the Japanese culture butterflies are thought to be representative of young maidens and marital bliss. Many Japanese families use the butterfly in the family crest design.
There are many links with butterflies in mythology from all over the world, many of which, in particular Greek mythology, link butterflies to the human soul. The Ancient Greeks also considered butterflies as the souls of those who had passed away.
In ancient Greek the word for butterfly is "Psyche", which translated means "soul". This was also the name for Eros' human lover and when the two figures are depicted they are often surrounded by butterflies.
In one of the Russian dialects, butterflies are referred to as "dushuchka" which is a derivative of the word "dusha" also meaning soul.
There is also an Irish saying that refers to the symbolic meaning of butterflies. This saying is: "Butterflies are souls of the dead waiting to pass through purgatory".
There is a small town in Mexico that also associate butterflies with souls. It is to this town that Monarch Butterflies migrate every year, around the holiday known as the Day of the Dead. The people of this town see these butterflies as the returning souls of the deceased.
"We are all small and appear to be the same(like the catapillar), but as we grow older our true beauty shows (like the butterfly). Like a butterfly, we are all different, and beautiful in our own way. " In the Christian religion, the metamorphosis a butterfly undergoes is symbolic of the spiritual evolution all Christains go through. In ancient mythology, the butterfly stands for wisdom and everlasting knowledge.
Butterflies symbolizes change.
First of all the butterfly symbolizes new life from and old one. Seeing that the color black is a strong yet subtle color, the black butterfly symbolizes the new strong but subtle life after a period of transformation.
In some cultures the butterfly is also considered to bring luck.
There is a Native American legend that says, " If you have a secret wish, capture a butterfly and whisper your wish to it. Since butterflies cannot speak, your secret is ever safe in their keeping. Release the butterfly, and it will carry your wish to the Great Spirit, who alone knows the thoughts of butterflies. By setting the butterfly free, you are helping to restore the balance of nature, and your wish will surely be granted."
The butterfly is a reminder to make changes when the opportunity arises. Change and transformation are inevitable for us all, but it does not have to be traumatic. Butterfly symbolism is also closely tied to the idea of spirits and souls. It has been used in many religions and cultures. In the western world, the symbol of the butterfly stands for freedom, fun and joyous times. It is also symbolises a state of naturalness and purity.
蝴蝶忠于情侣，一生只有一个伴侣，是昆虫界忠贞的代表之一，蝴蝶被人们视为吉祥美好的象征，如恋花的蝴蝶常被用于寓意甜蜜的爱情和美满的婚姻，表现了人类对至善至美的追求。
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Monday, August 16, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
十句话, 十分钟
只有十句话，我却看了十分钟
第一句
如果我们之间有1000步的距离
你只要跨出第1步
我就会朝你的方向走其余的999步
第二句
通常愿意留下来跟你争吵的人
才是真正爱你的人
第三句
付出真心 才会得到真心
却也可能伤得彻底
保持距离 就能保护自己
却也注定永远寂寞
第四句
有时候 不是对方不在乎你
而是你把对方看得太重
第五句
朋友就是把你看透了 还能喜欢你的人
第六句
就算是believe 中间也藏了一个lie
第七句
真正的好朋友
并不是在一起就有聊不完的话题
而是在一起 就算不说话
也不会感到尴尬
第八句
没有一百分的另一半
只有五十分的两个人
第九句
为你的难过而快乐的 是敌人
为你的快乐而快乐的 是朋友
为你的难过而难过的
就是那些 该放进心里的人
第十句
冷漠 有时候并不是无情
只是一种避免被伤害的工具
这十句话很有深度，很有意思。
认真去思考，你会得到意想不到的收获。
不要吝啬，转发出去跟你身边的好友分享~
友谊万岁...
第一句
如果我们之间有1000步的距离
你只要跨出第1步
我就会朝你的方向走其余的999步
第二句
通常愿意留下来跟你争吵的人
才是真正爱你的人
第三句
付出真心 才会得到真心
却也可能伤得彻底
保持距离 就能保护自己
却也注定永远寂寞
第四句
有时候 不是对方不在乎你
而是你把对方看得太重
第五句
朋友就是把你看透了 还能喜欢你的人
第六句
就算是believe 中间也藏了一个lie
第七句
真正的好朋友
并不是在一起就有聊不完的话题
而是在一起 就算不说话
也不会感到尴尬
第八句
没有一百分的另一半
只有五十分的两个人
第九句
为你的难过而快乐的 是敌人
为你的快乐而快乐的 是朋友
为你的难过而难过的
就是那些 该放进心里的人
第十句
冷漠 有时候并不是无情
只是一种避免被伤害的工具
这十句话很有深度，很有意思。
认真去思考，你会得到意想不到的收获。
不要吝啬，转发出去跟你身边的好友分享~
友谊万岁...
Sunday, January 10, 2010
幸福
女孩现在才发现,幸福原来可以那么简单
只不过是专心想着喜欢的男孩.
想着他喜欢吃什么,不喜欢吃什么.
想着两个人可以共度无数个生日以及纪念日.
想着自己可以为男孩做些什么
女孩的心就幸福的疼了起来.
但为什么会疼呢?
疼痛里隐隐有着不安.
爱情难道不会捉弄人吗?
女孩担心着.
光明的背面总是隐伏着黑暗.
越是美丽的事物,背面总是有着怪物追赶.
但即使如此,女孩很清楚,
这份幸福是男孩给她的.
她下了个决定,不论是男孩本身,或者是男孩热爱的一切,
女孩都要好好守护.
－－雨不停（我在垦丁*天气晴）
只不过是专心想着喜欢的男孩.
想着他喜欢吃什么,不喜欢吃什么.
想着两个人可以共度无数个生日以及纪念日.
想着自己可以为男孩做些什么
女孩的心就幸福的疼了起来.
但为什么会疼呢?
疼痛里隐隐有着不安.
爱情难道不会捉弄人吗?
女孩担心着.
光明的背面总是隐伏着黑暗.
越是美丽的事物,背面总是有着怪物追赶.
但即使如此,女孩很清楚,
这份幸福是男孩给她的.
她下了个决定,不论是男孩本身,或者是男孩热爱的一切,
女孩都要好好守护.
－－雨不停（我在垦丁*天气晴）
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
GG
Warning: the following content may spoil the 'fun' or give u an enlightenment.
Good Games (GG) Part 2
1) Is this a sun?
"This is a sun, the eye, the eye, the nose and the mouth, is this a sun?"
Trick: listen carefully. if he says "ok" before doing the actions, it is the sun.
Credits: Senior camp'08 conducted by yusheng.
2) Open or close?
there are number of variations to this. but as far as i remember, the trick was to look at whether the lips are closed tgt or whether the mouth was open. (?)
3) Apple or Orange?
palm face up = apple, palm face down = orange and a series of palm-flipping action follows. Trick is to look at the other palm which no action is going on.
If you're still lost, perhaps you can try to refer to: this
i wonder how many levels are there to this kind of games.. really..
Good Games (GG) Part 2
1) Is this a sun?
"This is a sun, the eye, the eye, the nose and the mouth, is this a sun?"
Trick: listen carefully. if he says "ok" before doing the actions, it is the sun.
Credits: Senior camp'08 conducted by yusheng.
2) Open or close?
there are number of variations to this. but as far as i remember, the trick was to look at whether the lips are closed tgt or whether the mouth was open. (?)
3) Apple or Orange?
palm face up = apple, palm face down = orange and a series of palm-flipping action follows. Trick is to look at the other palm which no action is going on.
If you're still lost, perhaps you can try to refer to: this
i wonder how many levels are there to this kind of games.. really..
Friday, September 14, 2007
Thursday, September 6, 2007
A Marriage Story
A friend shared w me this story quite long ago.. it really touched my heart and i tear each time as i read it.. =( I dunno who's the author because it was sent as a word doc. so i acknowledge the writer's efforts.. his name is He Ning (in the story. and maybe in real life too?)
"When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out in Your Arms
On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom.
This was the scene ten years ago.
The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid; I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affection between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school.
Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.
Dew came into my life.
It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her.
Dew said, you are the kind of man who best draws girls' eyeballs. Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we were just married, my wife said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls.
Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn't help doing so.
I moved Dew's hands aside and said you go to select some furniture, O.K.? I've got something to do in the company. Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised to do it together with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me.
However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt.
Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew's body. This was the means of my entertainment.
One day I said to her in a slightly joking way, suppose we divorce, what will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn't imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious.
When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking to her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.
Once again, Dew said to me, He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more.
When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I've got something to tell you, I said. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the serious topic calmly.
She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I'm serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!
That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew.
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said.
Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer.
Late that night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fall asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again.
She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month s time before divorce, and in the month's time we must live as normal a life as possible. Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn't want him to see our marriage was broken.
She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, He Ning, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day? This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, I remember. You carried me in your arms, she continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning.
I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage romantically.
I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable.
My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, Let us start from today, don't tell our son. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for a bus, I drove to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face.
On the third day, she whispered to me, the outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became vague.
On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger. I didn't tell Dew about this.
I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult to carry you now. She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head.
Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it's time to carry mum out. He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.
On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old.
I held her tightly and said, both you and I didn't notice that our life lacked intimacy.
I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won't divorce. I'm serious.
She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no fever. She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I can only say sorry to you, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of life, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you.
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove to the office.
When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until we are old."
so w the increasing divorce rate in our society today, we should reinforce the idea that marriage is for life.. always look back at the moments we share and cherish them.. relive them if you have to.. =)
"When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out in Your Arms
On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom.
This was the scene ten years ago.
The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid; I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affection between us seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school.
Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.
Dew came into my life.
It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her.
Dew said, you are the kind of man who best draws girls' eyeballs. Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we were just married, my wife said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls.
Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife. But I couldn't help doing so.
I moved Dew's hands aside and said you go to select some furniture, O.K.? I've got something to do in the company. Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised to do it together with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me.
However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt.
Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew's body. This was the means of my entertainment.
One day I said to her in a slightly joking way, suppose we divorce, what will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn't imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious.
When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking to her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.
Once again, Dew said to me, He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more.
When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I've got something to tell you, I said. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the serious topic calmly.
She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I'm serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!
That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew.
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said.
Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer.
Late that night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fall asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again.
She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month s time before divorce, and in the month's time we must live as normal a life as possible. Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn't want him to see our marriage was broken.
She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, He Ning, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day? This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, I remember. You carried me in your arms, she continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning.
I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage romantically.
I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable.
My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, Let us start from today, don't tell our son. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for a bus, I drove to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face.
On the third day, she whispered to me, the outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became vague.
On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc. I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger. I didn't tell Dew about this.
I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult to carry you now. She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head.
Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it's time to carry mum out. He said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.
On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old.
I held her tightly and said, both you and I didn't notice that our life lacked intimacy.
I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won't divorce. I'm serious.
She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no fever. She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I can only say sorry to you, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of life, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you.
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove to the office.
When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until we are old."
so w the increasing divorce rate in our society today, we should reinforce the idea that marriage is for life.. always look back at the moments we share and cherish them.. relive them if you have to.. =)
Friday, August 31, 2007
两个选择
came across this on wobao (yes again.. they write decent stuff) many days ago.. decided to share. it's in chinese.. and may sound abit absurd/far-fetched.. anyway, it's just a story...
一对年轻的新婚夫妇因为贫穷，要靠亲友的接济才能生活。一天，丈夫对妻子说：“亲爱的，我决定到很远的地方找一份工作，直到我有条件给你好生活，我才会回来。我不知道会去多久，只求你一件事，等我。我不在的时候对我忠诚，我也会对你忠诚。”
几天后，他到一个大庄园工作，他要求老板把他的薪水存在一个账户里，等他离开那天才把钱给他。年轻人在那里工作了20年，中间没有休假，20年后，他对老板说：“我想拿回我的钱，我要回家了。” 老板说：“好，我给你两个选择：一，我给你钱，你走人；二，我给你三个忠告，不给你钱，你走人。你今晚回房好好考虑再给我答复。”
他回房里想了一晚，决定选择第二，因为在庄园工作了20年，他知道老板是个有智慧的好人。第二天，他对老板说：“我要那三条忠告。” 老板说：“第一，永远不要走捷径，走便捷而陌生的路可能会要了你的命。第二，永远不要对任何可能是坏事的事情感到好奇，否则也可能要了你的命。第三，永远不要在仇恨和痛苦的时候做决定，否则你一定会后悔一辈子。”接着，老板给了他三个面包，两个让他在路上吃，另一个大的面包让他回家后和妻子一起吃。
一天后，他遇到了一个曾经有过一面之缘的人，他高兴地告诉对方他工作了20年，拿者老板给他的面包回家。对方说：“你回家的路太远了，我知道一条捷径，可以缩短一半的行程。”男子正准备走捷径的时候，想起了老板的第一条忠告，决定还是老老实实地走回原来的路。后来他才知道，那人竟是个拦路抢劫的劫匪，所谓的捷径只是一个圈套。
两天后，男子来到路边的一间旅店，打算住一晚。当晚他被一声惨叫声惊醒，跳下床想去了解到底发生什么事。这时他想起了老板的第二条忠告，于是回到床上继续睡觉。第二天起床，店主告诉他：“你是唯一一个活着离开的客人。我儿有精神病，昨夜他大叫客人出来，然后把他们杀死埋了。“
男子接着赶路，第四天黄昏时分，回到自己的家乡，他远远看到自己的小屋，烟囱冒着烟。他看见一个人影，起初以为是妻子，但仔细一看，是个男人。这时，他内心充满了仇恨和痛苦，想跑过去杀了他们。他深呼吸了一口气，想起老板的第三个忠告，决定冷静一个晚上。天亮后，他恢复冷静，决定回到庄园工作。在这之前，他要告诉妻子，他始终忠于她。
他敲了敲家门，妻子打开门，认出了他，扑到他怀里，紧紧地抱住了他。他想把妻子推开，但没有做到。他眼含泪水，对妻子说：“我对你是忠诚的，可你背叛了我...“ 妻子吃惊地说：“什么？我从未背叛过你，我等了你20年。”他说：“那么那个男人是谁？”妻子说：“那是我们的儿子。你走的时候我才刚发现我怀孕了。他今年已经20岁了。”
丈夫拥抱了自己的儿子。在妻子忙做晚饭的时候，他给儿子讲述了自己的经历。接着，一家人坐下一起吃面包。他把老板送的面包掰开，发现里面有笔钱－那正是他20年辛苦劳动赚来的薪水！
moral of the story? the 老板 must be a prophet.. lol.. but his 忠告 are applicable to our daily lifestyle.. =)
一对年轻的新婚夫妇因为贫穷，要靠亲友的接济才能生活。一天，丈夫对妻子说：“亲爱的，我决定到很远的地方找一份工作，直到我有条件给你好生活，我才会回来。我不知道会去多久，只求你一件事，等我。我不在的时候对我忠诚，我也会对你忠诚。”
几天后，他到一个大庄园工作，他要求老板把他的薪水存在一个账户里，等他离开那天才把钱给他。年轻人在那里工作了20年，中间没有休假，20年后，他对老板说：“我想拿回我的钱，我要回家了。” 老板说：“好，我给你两个选择：一，我给你钱，你走人；二，我给你三个忠告，不给你钱，你走人。你今晚回房好好考虑再给我答复。”
他回房里想了一晚，决定选择第二，因为在庄园工作了20年，他知道老板是个有智慧的好人。第二天，他对老板说：“我要那三条忠告。” 老板说：“第一，永远不要走捷径，走便捷而陌生的路可能会要了你的命。第二，永远不要对任何可能是坏事的事情感到好奇，否则也可能要了你的命。第三，永远不要在仇恨和痛苦的时候做决定，否则你一定会后悔一辈子。”接着，老板给了他三个面包，两个让他在路上吃，另一个大的面包让他回家后和妻子一起吃。
一天后，他遇到了一个曾经有过一面之缘的人，他高兴地告诉对方他工作了20年，拿者老板给他的面包回家。对方说：“你回家的路太远了，我知道一条捷径，可以缩短一半的行程。”男子正准备走捷径的时候，想起了老板的第一条忠告，决定还是老老实实地走回原来的路。后来他才知道，那人竟是个拦路抢劫的劫匪，所谓的捷径只是一个圈套。
两天后，男子来到路边的一间旅店，打算住一晚。当晚他被一声惨叫声惊醒，跳下床想去了解到底发生什么事。这时他想起了老板的第二条忠告，于是回到床上继续睡觉。第二天起床，店主告诉他：“你是唯一一个活着离开的客人。我儿有精神病，昨夜他大叫客人出来，然后把他们杀死埋了。“
男子接着赶路，第四天黄昏时分，回到自己的家乡，他远远看到自己的小屋，烟囱冒着烟。他看见一个人影，起初以为是妻子，但仔细一看，是个男人。这时，他内心充满了仇恨和痛苦，想跑过去杀了他们。他深呼吸了一口气，想起老板的第三个忠告，决定冷静一个晚上。天亮后，他恢复冷静，决定回到庄园工作。在这之前，他要告诉妻子，他始终忠于她。
他敲了敲家门，妻子打开门，认出了他，扑到他怀里，紧紧地抱住了他。他想把妻子推开，但没有做到。他眼含泪水，对妻子说：“我对你是忠诚的，可你背叛了我...“ 妻子吃惊地说：“什么？我从未背叛过你，我等了你20年。”他说：“那么那个男人是谁？”妻子说：“那是我们的儿子。你走的时候我才刚发现我怀孕了。他今年已经20岁了。”
丈夫拥抱了自己的儿子。在妻子忙做晚饭的时候，他给儿子讲述了自己的经历。接着，一家人坐下一起吃面包。他把老板送的面包掰开，发现里面有笔钱－那正是他20年辛苦劳动赚来的薪水！
moral of the story? the 老板 must be a prophet.. lol.. but his 忠告 are applicable to our daily lifestyle.. =)
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
last week of aug
admist mugging for the horror test this thurs and blowing my nose.. i decided to recall slightly what HAPPIER things that happened.. (we girls can really multi-task.. haha!) tutee postponed tuition from sat to sun, so i had sat afternoon 'off' w him.. After intern on sat morning, went over to see him @ Masters Swimming.. which was held at this ulu pool at farrer park. Oooh, I haven't been to this location in my 21 yrs of life in singapore. I didn't know an hdb estate just pops up nx to rows of shophouses at little india. Really an urban discovery! But i kinda got lost and by the time i found this ulu place, he had finished his race.. -_-" so much for walking cross the farrer park field under the hot sun.. =(
but it was worth it! XD he had 2 hrs to slack before his swimming lessons in the afternoon.. so we took nel down to harbourfront and slacked at the emptier harbourfront centre.. I revisited this place where i last visited it in 2006 jan. hah, glad it's still there! the cheapest pizzas around.. (besides the home-made ones w gardenia bread as ur base...)
"hello?! 7th mth ghost fest?! how come there's no one?"
but he managed to order his pizza and had his full. somehow. haha. but bad things happened. i had to fall sick that night and consequently, postponed my tutee's lesson till.... wed night. how sad. =( just hours before the horror test. lol. I think i'm gonna give myself sufficient time to study before then. >.<
btw, the much anticipated briefing regards to "2 years in beijing (0809)" was held this morning.. it sounded more like a '2-year-hardship-camp' to me. if we're gonna stay on campus, it'll be a 20km bus ride every morning to the intern hospital and the same ride back to campus everyday. o.O lessons' begin at 8, we gotta wake up every single day @ 6am. hah, and the evening bus only comes to pick us up at 7pm.. i'm not imagining e life of a factory worker man.. =| but at least the picture seems clearer now.. but money issue wise, it's still a headache. no cpf, no bank loan.. the only thing they have for us is moe study loan. the next few things in question were: commencement of interest rates for local bank loan/study loan, interest rates for moe study loan etc. haiya. money is always a headache. =(
to end things off, here's an advice for people who frequent ntucanA's mixed rice: order ur dishes carefully.
categorise 小白菜, 草菇, 午餐肉. ans: 小白菜=plant; 午餐肉=meat; 草菇=meat!
fungus are not plants, so they are therefore, considered as ambiguous=meat. that's what my plantbio and the auntie from mixedricestall taught us. oh, try ordering some toufu nx time too. just becareful of any suspicious meat-looking lumps that's lying on it. toufu that grows meat=meat! haha.
but it was worth it! XD he had 2 hrs to slack before his swimming lessons in the afternoon.. so we took nel down to harbourfront and slacked at the emptier harbourfront centre.. I revisited this place where i last visited it in 2006 jan. hah, glad it's still there! the cheapest pizzas around.. (besides the home-made ones w gardenia bread as ur base...)
"hello?! 7th mth ghost fest?! how come there's no one?"
but he managed to order his pizza and had his full. somehow. haha. but bad things happened. i had to fall sick that night and consequently, postponed my tutee's lesson till.... wed night. how sad. =( just hours before the horror test. lol. I think i'm gonna give myself sufficient time to study before then. >.<
btw, the much anticipated briefing regards to "2 years in beijing (0809)" was held this morning.. it sounded more like a '2-year-hardship-camp' to me. if we're gonna stay on campus, it'll be a 20km bus ride every morning to the intern hospital and the same ride back to campus everyday. o.O lessons' begin at 8, we gotta wake up every single day @ 6am. hah, and the evening bus only comes to pick us up at 7pm.. i'm not imagining e life of a factory worker man.. =| but at least the picture seems clearer now.. but money issue wise, it's still a headache. no cpf, no bank loan.. the only thing they have for us is moe study loan. the next few things in question were: commencement of interest rates for local bank loan/study loan, interest rates for moe study loan etc. haiya. money is always a headache. =(
to end things off, here's an advice for people who frequent ntucanA's mixed rice: order ur dishes carefully.
categorise 小白菜, 草菇, 午餐肉. ans: 小白菜=plant; 午餐肉=meat; 草菇=meat!
fungus are not plants, so they are therefore, considered as ambiguous=meat. that's what my plantbio and the auntie from mixedricestall taught us. oh, try ordering some toufu nx time too. just becareful of any suspicious meat-looking lumps that's lying on it. toufu that grows meat=meat! haha.
Friday, August 17, 2007
e eq of success
came across this article on wo3bao4 (mypaper) like quite long ago.. just wanna take note of it:
success is not "attitude + ability" but "attitude x ability" which means to say if u lack either, most prob u won't succeed (in tt thing u're doing, be it jobs, projects, school work...). attitute means how u treat tt thing u're doing.. do you give priority to it? do you think about it all the time? do you get down to doing it even? attitute determines how motivated and how committed one stays throughout tt thing.. and attitude could be changed, by influence, emotions, stress.. ability then includes knowledge, intellegence and experience.. intellegence (IQ) maybe inborn.. but knowledge and experiences could be gained by sharing, talking, exposing oneself to the situation.. =)
so.. it means to say tt you can't succeed if you have e abilities but no attitute towards tt thing (0 x C = 0). 0, not even a chance. the other way round, if you have attitude, unless you're born a retard (IQ=0) w no experience and learn nothing before, you still have chances of success.. (A x A' = something but 0). lol.. sounds very scientish >.<
so let's say you compare someone who is half-hearted (A=5) but capable (knowledge+IQ+exp=2+3+3=8) with someone who is whole-hearted (A=10) but not so capable, not so experienced (1+3+1=5).. 5 x 8 = 40 while 10 x 5 =50. (assuming both are equally intellegent) haha. i think i'm trying to prove that attitude is more impt than capabilities. lol. but not tt convincing..
oh yeah. i forgot to add that I've always believed tt luck plays a huge role too (since PSLE). therefore, i give the equation a slight change: "success = (attitude + ability)^luck". =) non-sense. luck is about intuition. haha.
success is not "attitude + ability" but "attitude x ability" which means to say if u lack either, most prob u won't succeed (in tt thing u're doing, be it jobs, projects, school work...). attitute means how u treat tt thing u're doing.. do you give priority to it? do you think about it all the time? do you get down to doing it even? attitute determines how motivated and how committed one stays throughout tt thing.. and attitude could be changed, by influence, emotions, stress.. ability then includes knowledge, intellegence and experience.. intellegence (IQ) maybe inborn.. but knowledge and experiences could be gained by sharing, talking, exposing oneself to the situation.. =)
so.. it means to say tt you can't succeed if you have e abilities but no attitute towards tt thing (0 x C = 0). 0, not even a chance. the other way round, if you have attitude, unless you're born a retard (IQ=0) w no experience and learn nothing before, you still have chances of success.. (A x A' = something but 0). lol.. sounds very scientish >.<
so let's say you compare someone who is half-hearted (A=5) but capable (knowledge+IQ+exp=2+3+3=8) with someone who is whole-hearted (A=10) but not so capable, not so experienced (1+3+1=5).. 5 x 8 = 40 while 10 x 5 =50. (assuming both are equally intellegent) haha. i think i'm trying to prove that attitude is more impt than capabilities. lol. but not tt convincing..
oh yeah. i forgot to add that I've always believed tt luck plays a huge role too (since PSLE). therefore, i give the equation a slight change: "success = (attitude + ability)^luck". =) non-sense. luck is about intuition. haha.
Sunday, May 13, 2007
GG
I used to didn't understand what was "GG".. I used to not understand how certain games were played.. Those classic games that involved not the usual half of the brain.. Today I managed to have a quick recap.. and before i forget (again)
Warning: the following content may spoil the 'fun' or give u an enlightenment.
GOOD GAMEs (GG) Part 1
1) How many meh meh (sheep) jump over the wall?
Trick: Note how many words were said before they ask this question/phrase.
2) Fuzzy Wuzzy likes --- but not ----
Trick: He likes things with doubled letters like 'aPPle' but not banana..
3) Black Magic
Trick: Points to a black object before the actual answer (may change to other colours if u like)
4) Johnny Johnny Woosh!
Trick: note and repeat what the person did after doing his finger actions
5) Is this a snake?
Trick: it is always opposite to what the first person answers (?!)
the rest... either I can't recall or i haven't figure out yet.. haha.. so just these few first.
Warning: the following content may spoil the 'fun' or give u an enlightenment.
GOOD GAMEs (GG) Part 1
1) How many meh meh (sheep) jump over the wall?
Trick: Note how many words were said before they ask this question/phrase.
2) Fuzzy Wuzzy likes --- but not ----
Trick: He likes things with doubled letters like 'aPPle' but not banana..
3) Black Magic
Trick: Points to a black object before the actual answer (may change to other colours if u like)
4) Johnny Johnny Woosh!
Trick: note and repeat what the person did after doing his finger actions
5) Is this a snake?
Trick: it is always opposite to what the first person answers (?!)
the rest... either I can't recall or i haven't figure out yet.. haha.. so just these few first.
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