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- Sep 17 Wed 2008 13:13
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Secrets of Learning English
- Sep 10 Wed 2008 13:37
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Honesty Is Not Ineptitude
What is honesty? To be honest, honesty is not what general people may think about. Actually, it can be regarded so or discussed from at least three aspects:
1. Honesty is a deed to tell the relatively truth, which is certain in the definite region of speaker's reasonable domain, either arbitrary, objective, or subjective.
2. Honesty is a reciprocal, agentively-driven interaction of cognition, in which the speaker and the listener both are aware the content of the following dialogue would be in a "true and candid" atmosphere. Namely, if you had already known the issue or the mood of either party which may bring about produdice, preconceived bias or any other emotional turmoils. Then your willingness of "honesty" may not always be exactly what you expect from your sincere heart in the early beginning.
3. Honesty is of true love. True love toward your friends, family and your neighbors, even your enemy. The true love from which you wish the whole group including you be in a harmoneous unity heading whole-heartedly to the ultimate truth, real beauty, and kindness, is what you must have been always pursuing for in your life. As the Bible says, "Instead, speaking the truth in love, we will in all things grow up into him who is the Head, that is, Christ. From him the whole body, joined and held together by every supporting ligament, grows and builds itself up in love as each part does its work." (Ephesians 4:15~16) Pay attention to how many times Paul had used the phrase "in love". If there were no love, honesty would be someone else' poison. If we talk to people without love, our words are like the sharpest poisonous swords with two blades; as soon as one touches it, they die.
Honesty would never be complete if there would be either of these three elements missing. I never, ever will tell others that I am truely "honest" though I hate to tell a lie; but I would try to be honest as I could, meeting all its three elements. So, my friends, if you should undeliberately miss one, maybe two of them, please, please don't tell anyone that you are "honest". You are very likely to be nothing but chaff of
ambition, distraction, uglification, and the most pathetique derision!
- Aug 14 Thu 2008 22:15
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Wrath
For quite a long time have I wondered what may possibly result in wrath, the real anger; guess what, it's love itself. It is love that causes hatred. It is love that deepens the cut wound. And it is still love that makes us hope for love no more.
Could we just blame love for all such dismay? Or we should give up loving people in the future? I would rather make an analysis about love and manage to discuss its counterpart. I also will do some exploration about the route of both ends, two elements that will never compromise each other, especially the route, which is believed to be the vital factor for human's emotions to be abused.
To love is one thing, to love right is another. To love right is one thing, to love the right one is another. To have endless love is not enough, if you use it in the wrong way. Just as the proverb goes: "Some one's love may be another's poison." You should know how or how much one can take your love beforehand if you do love him or her. To love one in the wrong way is just like poison. Too much and you could kill him or her. What will love mean when it could not be accepted by the one you love? It is a kind of waste. It is a waste of God's precious grant to humans. And once humans are careless about loving people. Something wrong must happen right following it.
We should always pay much attention not to let love turn into wrath which results from love itself. We have to know that the feeling "love" is from God; we have to right to love because of God, and every other can also have the right to decide who to love and by whom they are loved. After all, God loves all of us. We have no right to refuse or abuse such feeling. Remember, God loves us all, including the one you love, the one who chooses not to love you, and the one who fails to please you or meet your expectations upon them. If you are aware of this, you might well as to be the one who knows how to love. And ever since there's is no wrath, the ill side effect of misunderstanding and twisted love.
- Aug 13 Wed 2008 22:06
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Thumbnails
Yes, indeed. The girl in my album is gorgeous. Elegant as she is, I bet there is no other one in the world like her. The pencil sketch was found by me yesterday. Well, very surprisingly have I stared at this picture as I knew who depicted his romance. Guess what? You will never know who did this. He is someone that you will never figure out from a list of "amateur painters". He is as well illiterate.
Want to know who he is, come and ask me. And I'll tell you an amazing story...
- Aug 06 Wed 2008 21:10
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Trees at Buckingham
This is a true story happening in England when a famous writer of the best-seller "God, where are You?", Rave Zacharias, took a stroll with his wife.
One day a terrible storm hit their community near Buckingham Palace with no mercy. The wind brought down thousands of trees, yes, I mean thousands of them. But there was one thing Ravi was quite confused. All the trees brought down were so tall and thick yet with roots amazingly short. He didn't realize a thing about it till he discussed this with some of his friends: the reason why the trees there had so short roots was the underground water layer in the region was very close to the surface, so close that the roots didn't have to reach down so deeply to absorb water. And that's exactly why these thick trunks looked strong and chunky but with so short roots, which would never persist the heavy blows of storms. That's why they were all down, even after maybe hundreds of years' growing, all but in vain.
- Aug 05 Tue 2008 01:59
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Advertencias Em Tempos De Prosperidade
Aquele que medita na lei do Altissimo, se for do agrado do Senhor omnipotente, sera cheio do espirito de inteligencia. Entao ele derramara, como chuva, as suas palavras de sabedoria e na sua oracao louvara o Senhor. Adquirira a rectidao do julgamento e da ciencia e reflectira nos misterios de Deus. Fara brilhar a instrucao que recebeu e a sua gloria estara na lei da alianca do Senhor. Muitos louvarao a sua inteligencia, que jamais sera esquecida. Nao desaparecera asua memoria e o seu nome vivera de geracao em geracao. As nacoes proclamarao a sua sabedoria e a assembleia celebrara os seus louvores.
Deus eterno e todo-poderoso, que em Santo Antonio destes ao vosso povo um pregador insigne do Evangeho e um poderoso intercessor nas necessidades. Paravra do Senhor.
What is this passage all about and where was I then? Tell me, and you win the super jackpot!
- Jul 31 Thu 2008 13:56
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What I Know About Kevin
When first seeing Kevin, I believed this kid must be full of energy, so energetic that I thought he was such an optimistic young boy that never knew what sorrow would be like since he stems from a well-educated family, along with his parents with traditional, decent backgrounds.
Later on, it was totally not in this case. Kevin seemed a little wordy, too attentive and even sensitive to what other classmates thought. He developed somehow offensive character, cursing back to peers all the time when others discussed about him, not to mention their trying to rebuke him for what wrong-doings he had made. I was a little worried about it, thinking the class order would be disturbed by dormant, unseen, coming arguments among my little friends.
- Jul 30 Wed 2008 12:56
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A Good Brother (This is not Part III)
"Paul", remember this name, especially when you encounter some unsolving problems on your PC. You and I should be thankful to him for his timely help with a rare problem on my blog space design: I just couldn't change my space outfit, nor could I post anything new, including this one.
I called him, while he was having a romantic breakfast with a freshman at National Taipei University..(no, not romantic, this is for Gab only), telling him my problem, hanging up the phone, waiting about 5 minutes, and the problem was done. So cool! Here is the solution, and I share with you guys in honor of our good brother, Paul:
When you are screwed by a shitty blog space outfit like the one on the fourth, page 1, in Wretch, "my beautiful f#$$ing yellow diary", just do as followed:
1. Have your friend leave a message with the hyperlink to you blog backstage management pannel.
2. Copy the hyperlink and attatch it on the main search bar, and you will see your blog backstage.
3. Click "Recovery King", choose "back to my original page design", and you will be back to the oringinal status where you will not be tied up.
4. Post a new article, whose title is "Thank you, Paul. I hope you will eat your apple soon!"
Paul will be very happy to see that.
- Jul 22 Tue 2008 14:25
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If Life Is a Game --- To Mr. Whatever
Nice! Great essayist. You just never lose your "whatever" style. I like it. Honestly to speak, I quite agree with your view points about life, and I know well about your inner conflicts and agonies between seemlingly cruel reality and your pure, innocent heart. But there is still something you don't figure out, or, let me put it this way, something neither you nor I could accept, especially when I was at your age.
If life is a fucking game, then who do you think you would be? A chess master who commands the whole battle? No, you will certainly lose in the end.
Then where is the king? You will never see the target when you ever had a litte eagerness to want to take control over it.
In fact, you are only a figure, maybe a pawn, maybe a knight, luckily, a cannon. You know, no one can move him or herself in the very correct position at one's own will, because we ourselves are parts in the whole fucking game. What worse is, we can neither have a chance trying to escape frome it.
Life is a bitch, if you put your only hope onto life itself. The reality is an illusion. What you see will be what will make you blind. Winning or losing means nothing to you, because it is not you that manipulate the whole thing. What we can do is to act our roles well to fulfill our tasks, and we owe the consequences to the one who really set the game start.
I am so sorry to say that there are few people indeed, in spite of the kindly remindings even warnings from the player at one side, willing to give up their right back to the real player. Well, I tell you a fucking truth: there are actually only two players in the game, not 34. The 32 figures always want to take part in the sovereignty, and their lives are in a mass, including me, a poor pawn, which makes one of the two players almost exhilarated. All to the end will then they know that their efforts to grab something or take something frome this world as their own is in vain. Then they will begin to ponder what life is and who they are. Yet time and tide wait for no man, and the whole fucking game is fucking over. They are all fucked. Trust me, my brother, or you will have to prove it with the rest of your life. I have done that before. And believe me, it's not worthy.
To many people, this is the fucking life.
- Jul 22 Tue 2008 12:58
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Prayer For Transformer
Oh, Lord, help me to make myself more understood about what You inspire me.
Set me in the right groove You've been planning for me.
And remind me in time when I would jump out of it.
Diverities are attractive for I never know
How much danger is dormant and how great damage it could bring forth.
Understand me, and thus allow me to be a Transformer.
You know well what I am supposed to do as a Transformer
To be obedient under Your will,
Subject to your disciplines, and complete the missions You have assigned
With all the talents You grant me.
Build me a Transformer
For You have revealed me this heavenly mysterious potential
And permit me to perform it.
I know, too, that I once practiced it,
Spoiled it and wasted lots of my juvenility.
Yet I am quite aware, with peace in Christ,
Of the tasks I am about to be devoted to.
Please take pride in my intention under Your encourgement
If I dared declare it is from Your assessment ---
To be a humble servant equipped with specified armors,
Which are taylormade according to my own development as
A Transformer.
- Jul 14 Mon 2008 10:58
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Copy Cat
To imitate someone after his or her outfit or manner is great fun. On the other hand, it shows one's identification to another's viewpoints or styles. It allows the one who mocks others to feel in others' ways of thinking, trying to express oneself through another's interpretation. Unlike many others, I like others to copy me,too, no matter whether the way of talking, thinking or even the things I have done. I see this, quite the oppisite, as a great respect to me and I feel honored. And I will do this also to show someone my highly appretiation for I fairly agree with what he or she has done. So, why not being a copy cat?
- Jul 10 Thu 2008 09:00
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An Anecdot
A very famous German writer Eric Kestner once took a long trip with his company on a train. Because of a tedious and tiring ride, his friend fell into a sleep. In the meanwhile, he suddenly jumped off and shouted, "Oh, I forgot to taking my sleeping pills." He took out the pills from the luggage, taking some of them, and went back to his sleep again.
--- People in change, habits though on stage ---
Adapted and translated from 活潑的生命