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Thursday, September 28, 2006

Sober

Sober and somber
only one character difference
but make all the difference

I read the word from a song " Sober" from Keren Mo
I had the above feeling from reading the book by Kundera Milan <>. When love is too much beyond the safety line, people chose to run away. In Chinese: 过犹不及。The mama take her son's body and soul as her paradise and home, her kingdom. This notion is morbid and the root of all evil and it will definitely lead to the disaster in the mother and son relationship.

The dicipline is also true inman and women relationship. At the beginning stage, the more attention they show to each other, the better their relation; when they get married, the more they intervene with each other's matters, the worse their relationship. I remembered the old saying: Following love, love will flee; flee love, love will follow thee. How can people be sober when they are in love? How can people avoid some subject when they really concern about it?

Sober may not always a good thing, you have to be muddle sometimes. If we were able to look everything at a certain distance, it would be nicer. 雾里看花, some uncertainty, like what you saw when you are a little drunk.
Life would be beautiful then. Life could be beautiful.

Monday, September 25, 2006

A ritual

A ritual make the matters going on formal and seems more prepared.
A ritual is not only needed in religion and some ceremonies or banquet. It is also needed in our daily life. Some people take bath and change clothes and maybe apply some perfume before open a 100 year wine. Some people wash their hands and find a quite place to sit before openning a good book. I had thought of reading the book of " The heart is a lonely hunter" which I bought long time ago. I acutally tried a few pages, but I can not continue with it because I feel I am not emotionly prepared for reading the book, the sorrow in it drag me down.
I think sometimes marriage needs the same ritual. People need to say goodbye to the bygones first before entering the fortress of marriage. I think life is not perfect, expecially when you find you can do nothing about it. There must be sorrow deep in everybody.
If sorrow has physical form, the world must have been exploded. I said.
If sorrow has physical form, everything will be easier, because we can through away the sorrow itself. Kong said.
Lost in translation.
You do not know the reason. Kong said.
I think there is nobody in the world who knows you the best.You just have to talk to yourself, have the rite within. Follow your heart and allow miracles happen. Although not really "miracles" exist, to live with a peaceful mind and feel fufilled are "miracles" already.

house on the mango street

2006-09-25 17:25:38   来自: 以梦为马 芒果街上的小屋的评论   

我想这本书没有想象中的好看,很多人十五六岁或者再早已写就应该可以写出这种规格水平的书了。我看得是英文原版的,不知道大家的叫好是不是中文的翻译水平青出于蓝胜于蓝的原因。      

看这本小书的时候,我只是想起了我的童年和曾经承载了我所有童年往事的小院子。这样的一本书的流行,可能和我们的梦想和回忆有关。你多多少少的在书里找到些自己的影子,就像三毛的作品所描述的那些关于流浪和爱情的故事。      我想我们每个人都可以写这样一本小书的,关于你和你周围曾经的一切存在,关于你的爸爸妈妈哥哥姐姐弟弟妹妹邻居和邻居的邻居,你的家和它所在的那条街那个村子或者城市,那些青涩的梦和成长的烦恼。。。      

我们都是有故事的人。只不过有些故事平淡些,有些更精彩些,串成我们每个人独一无二的人生。      
I want to be,   
like the waves on the sea,   
like the clouds in the wind,   
but I 'm me.   
One day I 'll jump out of my skin.   
I will shake the sky
like a thousand violins.      

这是书里我最喜欢的一段。 Shake the sky, like a thousand violins.///

The Chinese translation of " The house on Mango Street" is quite popular on various main websites. I borrowed the book from the library and read it. It makes up of several short stories, kind of sorrow and sarcastic even though the author did not mean that when she wrote the book.
I think there are more books better than this book by western writers, and there are also many books by chinese writers better than the house on mango street. You can not explain this phenomena by rationale like the blockbuster of the superstars. Nowadays, the people make supeidols.
One explanation of the popular of the book may be that most readers fit themselves into one of the stories, because we all have some kind of undescribable feelings similar to the author in one way or another. The hope, the dreams, the relationships, the loneliness and death. She wrote about the pain and sorrow of growth of her friends. You may have the same feeling of being one of her friends or neighbour somewhere in time.

"Give me five dollars and I will be your friends for ever." She said.

We all can write our own house on XX street.

Self isolation

In the deserted dream
running and flying in slow motion
every moment is a piece of picture
no wind no cloud
somber and dull


the self and the masses
take care of the self first
since the masses will change
with the environment

Friday, September 22, 2006

Happiness Etude 快乐练习曲

Today I feel the happiness of peace.The feeling of detached, listening without hearing of the complain of a labmate about boss. I can hear the music beyond the noisy and crowdness. I remembered the conversation in "Lake house" about music: the father quote Nietzsche's comment : Life will be senseless without music. Music really helps!

Some other sentences I read today:
The shadow proves the sunshine.
Pain is inevitable, but suffering is optional.

Also got some positive feedback from learning French.
Hope I can carry on for some time.

Thursday, September 21, 2006

Pure



On the way back home, the song by James Blunt:-You are beautiful -came into my mind. I thought about how the word "pure" flying out of his mouth like riding a wind. Just the word " pure" make me love that song.

This may result from the state of non-pure of my life. Many people around me may also want a brilliant life and a pure love; a pure trip forgetting about work; a pure realtionship with the not many people around you, forgetting about the promotion and salary, forgetting about the cheating lying betraying and the fake smiling on their face; not broad but a small space with pure silence, looking blank thinking slow doing whatever like to do.

We just can not stay in that "pure" dream. It is a dirty world, filling with insidious people bearing sick faces. We have to struggle for a living, going oppsite the direction in which our heart had want to follow, "indulge" in the job, talking about project all the time, squeezing little time for the poor wife/husband+child and the poor parents, squeezing little time for holiday, imaging on the way back home for some places and some things we had longed for years.

Those are not what I had envisioned in my childhood dreaming about a man's life. I had thought life is colourful, but it turned out to be with only black and white-day and night. We leave home in the early morning and come back late at night. Without stepping out of the office, who knows when the grass turns green and when the leaves turn yellow and how colorful of the flowers in blossom.

We can not expect a "pure" by itself, it may exist long time ago in the children's eyes, but not now in our world. We need a filter in our heart to sublimate the filthy floatage and make a space for free breathing.

Smiling or dancing, within the heart. Purer.
Open the window to let the sunshine in. Warmer.

Photo adopted from wenxuecity.

Monday, September 18, 2006

Free

Keep writing, it will set you free.

I think reading really help me a lot in getting a peaceful mind. I am trying to improve on controlling myself these days.

Doing the RAM water excercise, to see how the water acts.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

The princess and the frog

In fairy tales, the princess kiss the frogs, and the frogs become princes.
In real life, the princess kiss princes, and the princes turn into frogs.

I am reading the book, it is easy to read than his other books, maybe because it is more about love, hehe.

It touched me at some point, about allowing the miracles to happen, and about playing a part in somebody's revenge.

Life itself is misarable enough, let us put some happiness into the menu of life.

This morning I saw the tree in front of S1A building turning yellow and red and there are a lot of them fallen to the ground last night. Maybe the autumn had come. It is time to harvest. The peasants are happy, and the travellers will enjoy the most colorful season in the fields and mountains.

I am smiling even to think about this.