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November 25 sweet sweet boxIt is so unreasonable that I have never ever written anything about my recent life yet.
When I read the old things I kept here I saw the worried scared capricious girl's face. Oh yes, i have to admit that I was pretty much a sad person and maybe still am like that now. However my everyday tone of life has been changed since I met him.
I guess we are lucky.
I guess god is trying to talk to me.
I guess something good is going to happen to me if I really go for it.
But I sometimes doubt my own guesses, like I always do.
And there comes D's direct comments on my 'stupidity'--OH Evelyn, why should you play this old game of worrying again? You are so happy now, just admit it and do thing that you are planing to do. You know you will be fine with him and everything. We despise you when you complain about your beautiful life.
Ok , so i am just playing moments of weakness and stupidity again. This at least sounds like a confirm of my current fine life style.So thank you D for the reminding:p
Just as she said, my life is full of sweet things now. Liketoday, a box filled up with all my sweet little presents just got to me after so many days in his apartment across the ocean.When I opened it I was acting like a child.I was giggling to myself for a long time and feeling so excited to see all these things he packed up for me. Oh that was the nicest moment of my time today. How dare stupid Jason doubted my true happiness when I told him I love them all. OH my cheese, my thanksgiving chocolate, my jelly, my maple syrup and orange honey~~oh hot chocolate too, and candy nut~fine...i am a little bit dizzy dancing in this cozy sweet air...i probably should come down to the ground now.
So it has been a beautiful day. I have tasted so much sweet that i almost lost my mind. But i do not do that. My brillian mind is telling me that I should get back to my cruel reality again--what happens if I can't write good PS and RL to get myself into one of these LLMs? Oh I guess i can feed myself to sharks after that...
Then it hit me that I should never let that happen to me for I can never ever handdle the torture a shark could give me. Alright god, you win. I should just go back to the process of torturing myself to have the every application thing done well and wait for your nod.
Fine fine, I have waisted my time on TV shows a lot and I deserve your punishment of giving me horrible nightmares.
But i'll be good from now on with all my sweet things from the box he gave me. Please watch out for us.
April 10 oh summer is coming~I don't know if it is about the change of the seasons, but I feel much better, much more energetic than the previous weeks. I am surprised at my changes of attitudes. I am happier, basically without any reasons. (So should I label myself as being 'emotional',of which sb claims to have never ever experienced...)
I went to Linda's OVAL mobolization meeting tonight. I saw her standing in the crowd as the learder of the organation, vitalized and vigerous, taking everything under control. That moment I smiled at her--She is a big girl now and a young lady in disguise. Being introduced to her whole group of staffs was quite awkward for me...being stared at and maybe at the same time being judged from any angles I could think of...but I couldn't care less about that. What's important is that I was introducd into that part of her present life. That's what matters, the only thing that matters there and then. It's been a long time since last time we get really close to each other's public lifes. Plus, I love the pictures we took together with huge smiles~(I don't mean that we have big faces...though it looks like a true thing in the camera...)
Sweet friendships have been helping me through a lot these days. We communicate in both old and modern styles--letters and e-mails or just messages. Talking is also included as a matter of course. All work perfectly well for the communication. I can't explain the beautiful feelings I have when exchanging ideas with them. Sharing important things with just the right person makes sense to me. If the person is wrong, then people have to suffer from every second it takes.
Anyway, I thank god for letting me have them in my life. I can never be like what I am now without them.
Making new friends also livens up my days. Sb told me that whenever you get to know sth. new your IQ goes up a bit. I know sb was kidding but I see the point. My new friends come in all shapes and sizes...( I know this sounds familiar and funny...)They enrich my life and enlighten me of new ways to percieve the world. Again, I think this is sth. magic in relation to god's power...
btw, I am quite punk these days. Elvis Costello is the first for recommendation~
and, Jazz is good, bluegrass too~
March 14 God please whip me hardly!A new semester has just started and i am getting fatigue already. What is wrong with me?
I know there's great deal to be done this semester and if I dare to fail some of these important tasks, I could bear serious consequeces--I would never forgive myself on that. So you see, I am under s special type of pressure. What's more, I don't think I am doing things effectively enough--not that I don't want to but I seems to get lost in my thoughts which is really in a mess. God please whip me, slap me in the face and yell at me as loud as you can!
A lot is going on in my mind. That's for sure. GRE, Teofl, law, LLM, application, american, canada, sb, sb, sb,etc. But this is not at all the end of my crazy list. Well, I hate myself being this way--just like some weak and pale ladies who can not get control of their own business. So I am trying to drag myself out this state of mind of useless and stupid, then I'll tackle other problems one at a time.
To read my former babbles here is really sort of amusing. The guy who states so firmly about time and us lost his way on that path many months earlier than I could ever expect. So I see that my old principle still works perfectly in this life--don't buy promises and hold them to yourselves when you are about to say it. Who ever konws what is coming the next moment. A funny imagination would be the next morning I would not be on earth anymore because of some ET's attack...sorry, I know it's really not a laughable one.
Future is good. Life is good. Friends are wonderful. And love is really beatiful. So why should I feel anything upset.
My dear god, talk to me please. I need to hear you say that all that I care is worthwhile and the long way before me is worth fighting for. I don't mind to get your inspiration in some violent ways. Just come to me.
January 20 about rules of life and other thoughts People talk about the film Forrest Gump. Tom Hanks said many years ago that he wanted to play Forrest because he was touched by his way of life--by a simple list of rules he adheres to, Forrest survives everything. That amazed me very much in deed. I have never thought that life can be perceived in a way so easy yet so powerful. Usually, I see most of us go crazy about the complexity of rules for surviving in the society everyday. We care so much about these unwritten rules that we unconsciously go blind and benighted when trying to live up to them. What's worse, we go craze in terms of making other people do the same thing. If they don't, we'd blame them harshly. What a big joke we have made of ourselves...
I always feel difficult in the process of getting to know the concept of "tradition" or "convention". Or maybe I know them all the time, everybody acknowledges them after all. Just that I can not simply agree with them. The funniest part of the conversations I have with people who try constantly to force some of these ideas on me is that: I always demand for reasons. How ridiculous! How can I be so stupid to even care to talk about reasons with these people on such topics? Except for the historical context, what reason they have for me?
For instance, they ask me to live a regular life in the time of my holidays. This is a seemingly sensible rule I guess. Of course I would be healthier by doing that. And more importantly they would be happier by looking at my obedient behaviors. So what is this all about? My life or their pleasure? Then I ask why--why on earth should I sleep early and get up early if I have nothing to do in the morning and plan to have a little fling in my holiday? They get angry even by hearing my question...Okey, let's hear they talking...
First of all, it is about forming a good habbit of life. Second of all, to have a good habbit of life is what you should do as an big girl. Third of all, you should consider people who live with you, they hear your late-night-noises and suffer a lot. What should you do when you have your own family?
Great art of preaching. Applause. But is it true? I admit that I have not been considerate enough to keep my noise down, so I'll try hard to avoid that disturbance from today. But how about quit your big talk about changing the way I live my life? I know good habbit is really good and worth trying but what if I hate this one particularly? Besides, if I can solve the problem of your suffer directly why should I practice your other added preaching? Let's face the problem directly, are you people asking me to cut off my noise or are you trying to force your believes on me? I guess I got you angry by just raising this question...sorry, i am so ignorant and irreverent.
No matter how big you started with, it always ends up so small. So insignificant. Thses words started with the great philosophy of life but ends up in this little nonsense about some crab. Anyway, I feel so strange when being forced upon ideas I don't quite get the meaning. So if you understand something, just let me know.
By the way, don't try conventional reasons such as: by saying or forcing your to do sth. about forming a good habbit, people only think for the sake of you; they care about you;they want you to become good person, etc. I won't buy it. It is nothing wrong, just too unreasonable and fake for me to accept. August 26 hilarious wondersStephen King once said that time takes it all whether you want it to or not. Time takes it all. Time bears it away. And in the end there's only darkness. Sometimes we find others in that darkness. And sometimes we lose them there again.
But is it really true? I mean i was so scared that he was revealing the truth. Anyway the question of time has been bothering me since junior high, but it was not until senior high that I came to a much more clearer idea of my question. Not that I have the answer to myself. It's just that I know better than before about what time has done to me, or rather, my world. I began to see the cruelty in it--time can take it all.Can't help wondering: what happens if I really believe that I can do something about it? Call me an idealist because this sounds like a big imagination. Can we really do something about it we'd turn the earth upside down already. Well maybe i'm being stupid but i am not going to change my point right here right now.
Think about it. And don't take the word time as an abstract concept.
I try to think of it as a line which streches constantly in some unknown spaces. All of us are being confined in our lines. There are some lines that are supposed to go across each other eventually; and there are some parallels that will never entangle. Lines that are striaght and lines that are arcs or even curved. Whatever. The problem is that the direction of these lines are often so unpredictable that they scare us all at all time. So i am always afraid to challenge it and I see an unseen strength being totally beyond me. However, i am always in the pain of saying goodbyes or hearing how time flies. Moreover, I kind of feel that if i do something about my painful situation, i might help myself out sometimes.
All of them are forever going with the time, like the books i read, or the people i met, or events i experienced. It seems like time really takes them all. But what is so special is that the old me goes with them two. And i believe the every old me is still within me and my time line as well. Actually the whole of my past do not disappear. On the contrary it exists with the line and the new me. I believe in it because i know that i see the enrichment of my life and the growth of my souls. Those books, people and events and anything else are just like seeds bearing in my line, they are powerful. Sometimes they blossom, sometimes not. I guess i can see the flowers by simply looking back, everybody can do that. But what is essential is invisible to the eye, and I could have been changed sightly by those never blossom ones. Who knows.
Another question: who bears these seeds in my time line? Me? Or someone I know? Oh i know, i can ask god when i meet him. Just kidding...
Yes, time is able to take it all and bear us all away although some of us hates this truth. Yet another point is still worth making here, just for consolation: we can do something about it, like bearing some seeds intentionally or simply remember to look back at times to check on your beautiful flowers. In other words, don't let the time manipulate us to walk with fear and uncertainty, for it is only a form of transformation.
What really matters is the lives we are living--i don't know about what others think,but i take it seriously and i don't wanna screw it up.
God bless us all. |
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