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A Friend from Urumqi
Saturday, March 25, 2006
Fwah!
I know I beri the suah gu... but, to have someone dropping me a message and initate conversation through skype and all the way from Urumqi and then we talked for more than an hour... is an amazing thing.
We're half a world away, yet we talk about life and people as if we are just living next door. Even people next door don't talk so much to you. (Yeah, I know I have a neurotic neighbour upstairs who scolds her husband non-stop for hours at the top of her voice and I hear it, but that's not a conversation)
She gave me two gifts...
1. She always write on the board in her first lesson (she's a teacher, teaching in a medical college) "You are what you think"
2. 'Youth' by Samuel Erman
Youth is not a time of life , it is a state of mind, it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees, it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions, it is the freshness of the deep spring of life.
Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of 60 more than a boy of 20.Nobody grows merely by a number of years, we grow old by deserting our ideas.
Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkle the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust.
Weather 60 or 16, there is in every human beings heart the lure of wonders, the unfailing childlike appetite for what’s next and the joy of the game of living. In the center of your heart and my heart, there is a wireless station: so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage and power from man and from the infinite, so long as you are young.
When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you’ve grown old, even at 20,but as long as your aerials are up to catch waves of optimism, there’s hope you may die young at 80.
Renee Chua A flower that refuses to let the cement close in on her... she fights her way through to fight for her rights to sunshine and rain...yet never lose her beauty to the weather...
Likes: Humanity
Jazz, new age, alternative, acid jazz, soft rock music
Watch and read a good play
Direct and act in a few excellent plays
Photography
Designing
A good hearty laugh
Dislikes: Snobs and bitches (same category)
Those who just wanna make life difficult for others
Drivers who can't make up their mind which lane to drive on
The self contradicting systems in my country
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A Friend from Urumqi
Saturday, March 25, 2006
Fwah!
I know I beri the suah gu... but, to have someone dropping me a message and initate conversation through skype and all the way from Urumqi and then we talked for more than an hour... is an amazing thing.
We're half a world away, yet we talk about life and people as if we are just living next door. Even people next door don't talk so much to you. (Yeah, I know I have a neurotic neighbour upstairs who scolds her husband non-stop for hours at the top of her voice and I hear it, but that's not a conversation)
She gave me two gifts...
1. She always write on the board in her first lesson (she's a teacher, teaching in a medical college) "You are what you think"
2. 'Youth' by Samuel Erman
Youth is not a time of life , it is a state of mind, it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees, it is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions, it is the freshness of the deep spring of life.
Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of 60 more than a boy of 20.Nobody grows merely by a number of years, we grow old by deserting our ideas.
Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkle the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust.
Weather 60 or 16, there is in every human beings heart the lure of wonders, the unfailing childlike appetite for what’s next and the joy of the game of living. In the center of your heart and my heart, there is a wireless station: so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage and power from man and from the infinite, so long as you are young.
When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you’ve grown old, even at 20,but as long as your aerials are up to catch waves of optimism, there’s hope you may die young at 80.
I give this to you, who ever is reading... Y o u r N a m e _ b l o g g e d _ @ 2:25 AM |
