Face yourself truly in blogging - fm"Blog, and then what?" by Xu Jinglei
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Posted:Apr 24, 2006 1:49 am
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2006 2:27 am 5415 Views
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Why blog?
Xu Jinglei is a Chinese actress/director, and blogger, as well. She acted in the Tsui Hak movie SEVEN SWORDS. Her blog name is Lao Xu (old Xu) at sina. Since open, over 10 million viwers have viewed her blog. She writes often, recording down things, big or small, long or short, abt life, movie work, friends, everything, as tiny as to eating a Chinese carrot. What matters? She's a celebrity, she's a beauty. Once in a while, she posts a sexy tank top on the blog. Pppl enjoying her blog becoz of this, and not only bcoz of this, more bcoz of her honesty on facing herself, especially when she's a beauty celebrity.
Regretfully, i didnt name my blog as Lao Xu, my Mandarin family name is also Xu, too. If my blog is Lao Xu, I will have 300,000 readers per day. They just crash in by mistake, aha. Dream
Below is an extracted translation fm her Blog book "Blog, and then what?"
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I think, for persons like us, the greatest social responsibility should be for the expression of true wills and actions, althought it may not be absolutely meaningful, because human is indeed complicated, so is ego, and when we are in the crowd, we are more complicated. Most of the time, I feel it's very difficult to return to our original ego. This perplexs me everyday. But it does not stand in my way to take up my responsibility which i feel necessary: to record down life and feelings to their truest extent.
We can have shallow knowledge and little learning, but cant be untrue. We can be untrue but we must know that we are untrue. We can learn to gain knowledge but untruth will turn into a quality in our character, which will be like a shadow follows us. Therefore, being able to face ourselves truly is a basic quality in us.
p.s. I use untruth instead of Hypocrisy a/c to the original Chinese meaning. ??
pic. the most read blogger Lao Xu, Xu Jinglei
for Chinese readers, her blog addr: http://asiafriendfinder.com
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Taste of Rain
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Posted:Apr 24, 2006 12:58 am
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2006 1:00 am 4676 Views
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(Some days ago, it rained.)
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Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary
平靜吧, 悲傷的心腸! 停止你的訴怨;
阴雲背後依然是閃耀的太陽;
你的命運就是大眾的命運,
人的一生必然會接受一些雨淋,
有些歲月必然是黑暗又淒涼.
--H.W. Longfellow 朗費羅
Who has ever known the taste of rain?
Sweet, bitter, sour, or spicy? I'd say, it's colorless and tasteless.
I've known it twice. Maybe more, but the most impressive occasions are these two: The time gap is 10 years. 10 years in a flash! Or as Tang poet Du Mu put it, "10 years is as short as a dream in which i just awakened..."
Full of courage and passion for a girl in her early twenty who knew not how high the sky is and how heavy the earth is. She threw herself into the storm rain, severely crying for love (and no love). The lightning split on her all-wet body; the rains flew into her eyes, noses, mouth. what's rain and what's tear? She couldnt tell . Neither did she know the taste of rain...To her warmth when she did the crying in the rain, when her love carelessly drank inside, a stranger stepped out and up, with an umbrella, embraced her into a warm chest and the shelter...She would never forget...the warmth fm strangers is also unforgettable.
Getting old, courage and passion fades (yet still survives) in a thirty something woman who knows the immensity of the universe and complexity of things. Guarding from slipping into storm and fire. She got caught in a small night rain, on a hill next to a lake. Walking fast, closing eyes, the rain dripped down on the face. She stretched out the tongue to lick it ‒as well as to taste love - Yet so worldly she is! She's no longer the stormy girl. Immediately she retreated her tongue upon the thought that today's rain is polluted, not as pure as before. A mocking smile. She began to run and two dogs frightened, coming out fm nowhere, barked at her, running after her...So, this time, the same, she did not know the taste of rain.
I'd tell her: the rain is colorless and tasteless, on this cloudy day. It's a spring day. No, more exactly, I am in a winter of spring, the winter conquers our spring after we enjoy several days of spring time. It's cold, windy, but, no rain.
Would I have another different taste of rain? In another 10 years? Huhh…
pic. bridge in rain
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Celerbration - a Variation
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Posted:Apr 23, 2006 6:02 am
Last Updated:May 2, 2006 5:25 am 5441 Views
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A happy day should have its celebration. It's summer time for the spring of this sub-tropical region. Sunshine never hides but seek for trees, flowers, hills, . Wind plays with ripples. Nature dances. Water, both its sound and power, running down waterfll, wraps us up in the midnoon. Al-though swallows dissappear on the wires, yet, they will appear. No doubt.
And desires may suddenly come up that will bind you to far rest of the world, and bring mankind's present tininess up to the universe -- making you feel you're so immense when you are just as small as an ant or a swallow, like in this poem, a correspondent to Cohen's...
Celebration
When you crouch above me
and in both your hands
hold my womanhood like a jade crown,
When you wrap your tongue
about the galaxy gem
and forbid my breathing.
I understand this ancient Chinese girl
who lied down on a shaft of heatened stone,
and rubbed it till the moon was warm.
Crouch, love, an inch above me,
so far I can barely see your mouth and hands
perform the ceremony,
Lie,love, a thousand feet below me,
So far I can daringly perceive your pole and legs
propel my blessing.
Lie till I double to your front
with a moan, like those fairies on the wall
that Arhats drew down.
xxx
p.s. Siminality by conspicuous and conspirary coincidence. Dont bite me, a smile.
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Love is ageless#2 and Take your way, let ppl say
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Posted:Apr 22, 2006 12:40 am
Last Updated:Jan 25, 2007 2:13 am 5176 Views
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Now is two years after their marriage. The two are still together despite of the winds and storms (mostly of public opinion), happily living in Hong Kong and Beijing. Yang expressed his gratitude to God for offering him his last gift. Isn't he also a best gift to Yong? The couple call their binding as "a match blessed by God".
An interlude: a Taiwannese columnist published an article on Asia Week, titled "Romantic or Not"? He does not favor this Old-Young Match and worries abt the "aged's body health embarrassment". Offended, the Yang couple published an article "We are a match blessed by God!" to controvert, also declared the possibility to sue to court for an apology. The columnist satirized, "old sir, you have no humor."
Yang and Yong already made their own choice, do they need recognition fm everybody and the prejudiced society? Just stay happy together! Yet I am very happy to see you two fight hand-in-hand.
Youth can turn old, body can turn old, love can turn old. Only the spirit be young for ever.
p.s. Fun. Yong Fan is my junior schoolmate, we are fm the same dept. of S. T. U.
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Love is ageless #1 Love Letters fm a 28 to a 82 翁楊情書
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Posted:Apr 22, 2006 12:12 am
Last Updated:Jan 25, 2007 2:11 am 5805 Views
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Background: They married in China in end 2004, Yong Fan 28-y-o, Yang Zhenning 82-y-o, in the turbulent gossips. Yang is a famous Chinese American scientist - a Noble Prize winner in Physics, whose wife died in 2003. That year Yong Fan was in her English master study in Guangzhou, just walked out of a failed marriage. They met in 1995 during Yang&wife's visit to Yong's university. Afterwards, Yong had occasional correspondence w/ the respectful couple.
Not until Feb. 2004 did they meet again and fell in love...Yong said: he has every charm in a man, except age. I cant escape but surrender to love...
Below are Love poems fm Yong Fan to Yang Zhenning. She wrote out of impulse and emailed to Yang, who polished them and sent back her:
Cold here, icy cold there. You belong to neither, leaves have withered. Your face is pale and blue, a tearful smile. Something in your eyes, whispers words of last good-bye. My heart sinks down, tears surge out.
此處冷，彼處更冷。枯葉凋零，君屬何人。君面慘澹憂鬱，含淚而笑。君熱淚盈眶，喃
喃自語，難言再見。妾心沉落，淚湧似濤。
Hot summer. Cheerful cocktail. You took my hand. We fled into another world of band. You sat by my side, long hair tied behind, cool and killing. Smile floating on the lemonade, soft and smooth. How I was ?amazed. Your face looked like the cover of the magazine. My head spin. You led my hand, danced along the crazy theme.
酷夏。仍憶雞尾酒會。君執妾手，共用二人世界。君坐妾之側，長髮束於腦後，英姿勃
發。笑容蕩漾。妾訝君面尤類雜誌封面。旋轉，君執妾手，瘋狂舞曲。
Light vied with wine, elegance mixed with fragrance, laughing covered by greetings, the crowed was busy at handshaking. You stood there, eyes on me. I trembled at the sparkles, brighter than the light. A masterpiece from God, I felt dizzy. We were not near, yet we were together.
燈酒相輝，芳雅相應，祝辭笑聲此起彼伏，芸芸皆勞碌於握手。君站立一旁，美目探
妾。妾瑩燈下顫顫而立。此必上帝之傑作，使暈眩。雖妾與君相隔甚遠,然心相近。
Days ended. You said, you would wait for me at th e Alps side. We would ski against snowflakes dancing in the sky. I gave no answer but a good-bye to accompany your flight. Gone was the plane, I suddenly tasted my pain. I knew I had been silly and stupid, you were in my heart, I shouldn ’t have hidden in the dark. I tried to forget your disappointment. I made believe sometime someday, I would tell you, I feel all the same.
往日已去。君雲君將於阿爾卑斯山畔待妾，滑雪於雪花飛舞之天空下。妾欲說還休，但
囑祝福。飛機漸逝，妾心將苦。妾深知妾之愚蠹，君已竊妾心，妾當不可漠然於暗中彷
徨。妾嘗試忘君之失，然無可善終。妾信某日某時，妾將告君妾心永駐。
My thought struggled at confessing, somehow hesitation ended in flinching. I continued my role of a fool, clinched to my maiden pride, yet secretly indulged in your promise of the white land -- snow measuring down to us, in your arms I am lifted up. The chiming of Christmas bell!
妾於懺悔中掙扎，不時退縮，猶豫。妾愚於處子之婚，然潛縱於君之諾。白雪皚皚，君
挽妾身，妾意甚歡，共聽聖誕鐘聲。
The bell died in the patter of rain, from hell came the laughing of Satan at my brain. Tearful smile, swallowed by the darkness. How could I trace your hair to wipe your tears? My hands reached out, catching nothing but a raindrop, on a leaf that had withered.
鐘聲忽止於急雨，乃聽撒旦之笑聲。含淚微笑，黑暗相伴。妾欲尋君之發擦君之淚而不
可。妾伸手欲觸，無他，但枯葉一雨滴耳。
Snowflakes have melted into water, we are no more together.
雪花漸融，妾與君天涯各一方。
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Art of War - a Gift Handed to Mr. Bush by Mr. Hu Jingtao
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Posted:Apr 21, 2006 2:25 am
Last Updated:Jun 19, 2006 8:01 pm 5371 Views
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I am amused to know our Hu Jingtao has handed a special gift to Mr. Bush during his visit in USA:
a book - Sun Tzu's The Art of War - a pithy, lucid instruction manual for would-be winners of wars and life in general written over 2,000 years ago.
A smart, nice, helpful and timely gift fm Chinese to Bush Administration if not ironic. Beter late than never! Though Iraq war is almost a failure, they are targetting at Iran now. But Hu wants to help him truly or knowing that he could not read it, let alone practise it? I strongly propose Mr. Bush adopts the Dont Fight rule.
--Art of War Briefing fm www.knowledge.com --
It has 13 slim chapters.
Know Thy Enemy, Know Thyself (Then Pick Your Spots)
"One who knows when he can fight, and when he cannot fight, will be victorious."
You've probably heard the serenity prayer: "God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and wisdom to know the difference." Sun Tzu saw war in similar terms. Successful generals attack enemies they can defeat, avoid enemies they cannot, and never lose sight of the difference. They "position themselves where they will surely win, prevailing over those who have already lost."
Lie and Spy (or You're Sure to Die)
"There are no areas in which one does not employ spies."
Getting good information--and spreading bad information--is the name of the military game. And for that, says Sun Tzu, you need spies: "Foreknowledge cannot be gotten from ghosts and spirits, cannot be had by analogy, cannot be found out by calculation. It must be obtained from people, people who know the conditions of the enemy." Of course, good generals work hard to keep their plans secret. "All warfare," writes Sun Tzu, "is based on deception."
Consider the Ocean (or Even the River)
"A military force has no constant formation, as water has no constant shape."
Translation: be flexible, be creative, and take whatever advantage or opportunity your enemy gives you. "Changing and adapting according to the opponent," Sun Tzu writes, "is called genius." Successful generals shape their strategy and structure their force to fit each circumstance. Ideologues and one-trick ponies need not apply.
Take Care of #1 (and the Rest Takes Care of Itself)
"Being unconquerable lies with yourself; being conquerable lies with the enemy."
"In ancient times," writes Sun Tzu, "skillful warriors first made themselves invincible, and then watched for vulnerability in their opponents." Successful generals know they can't control the other guy. Confuse or fool or trap him, perhaps. But the other guy has to take the bait. So, a general's first job is to strengthen his own force. In that way, "a victorious army first wins and then seeks battle, while a defeated army first battles and then seeks victory."
Win Fast (or Don't Fight)
"It is never beneficial to a nation to have a military operation continue for a long time."
War is destructive, disruptive, and expensive. So it pays to win quickly and go home. Better yet, get your way without fighting at all. "Those who render others' armies helpless without fighting," writes Sun Tzu, "are the best of all."
by Michael Himick
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Will you love a serial killer?
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Posted:Apr 20, 2006 10:10 am
Last Updated:Apr 21, 2006 7:09 pm 5106 Views
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Will you even you know he/she is a serial killer?
Will you even you will sacrifice your life (as the "killer" in him/her may overcome the "lover" and kill you)?
And take his/her hands that murder your best friend?
And cover up truth, friendship, justice under love?
And taste love at the edge of death?
And in love tremblingly?
And choose to walk in the dark, meandering passage?
Is love, when in its passionate phase, totally blind?
Is love more precious than life?
Additional Words:
- My Doubts After seeing the Anne Fontaine Movie "In Your Hand", in which the intelligent leading female character chose YES. She and the beautiful director Anne amazed me. What kind of emotion, soul and phychology! And it's possible. I guess something is planted deep inside our true nature w/o us knowing it, if the chances given, 1 out of 1 million, it c/b triggered. A Sense and Sensibility question; a Love and Morality question -
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Chinese, Japanese, Forgiveness and Remorse #1
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Posted:Apr 20, 2006 2:05 am
Last Updated:Jan 26, 2007 12:04 am 5523 Views
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- Afterthought of a Documentary Movie ‒ The Ants
After Japan’s surrender in 1945, a troop of Japanese soldiers remained in Shanxi, China, fighting for a Nationalist commander in China’s civil war against Communists, also for their Japanese commander’s not-willing-to failure ambition. As well, they were fighting for misinformation. Half of the 2,000 left-behind troop died in war battle. The rest could only came back Japan in 1954, nine years later than their colleagues. Director Ikeya Kaoru’s camera follows Mr. Okumura, an over 80 years old surviving veteran, from Japan to Shanxi,China rushing about his seek-for-truth business. Mr. Okumura and the few remaining veterans sued the Japanese government of putting them deliberately in Chinese civil war. He even goes as far as to Shanxi to collect evidence at his old, weak age. The movie truly records down his unfailing efforts (in collecting testimonies fm unwilling-to-talk insiders, and evidences fm the piles of old files, raising opposition, lobbying and filing allegations to the court, getting dismissal by the Tokyo Supreme Court time after time. It also depicts Mr. Okumura’s personal reflection as a ‘demon’ to his early years’ brutal killings, through his memorial visit to their training yard & battle field. The dialogue btw him and the old former comfort lady (forced military ) in Shanxi is especially. Mr. Okumura never talks abt his war experience, the trauma, w/ his wife; but the old lady talks w/ him her painful experience, she says, “we should talk about it, face it, there’s nothing to hide.”
The title The Ants is an analogy, soldiers were ants misled by the ‘Commanders’ of war, each like a nail of a killing machine, murdering the opposite ants ‒ soldiers, or innocent civilians.
Mr. Okumura continues his lonely journey of fighting for revealing the truth, “until I die”, he declares. When he presses the die-hard supports of the Japanese Emperor at the Right Wing gathering where they are trying to cover the truth, in no time he is swept over by the crowd, a scene revealing the loneliness and minority of Mr. Okumura and simultaneously prophesizing the helplessness at the end of the movie.
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The movie condemns war, and introspects how war and the fanatical ideology has distorted human nature.
At the end of the movie, some young Chinese people clapped their big hands; but, my dear friend, a Chinese woman was very angry to their applaud. She said, it is a shame they clap their hand for this Japanese soldier! I would have shouted to warn them if I sat close to them.! He never showed any remorse to his Japanese Aggression action all through the movie. So naïve the young guys clapped hands. He is just fighting for his own justice fm his government.
So, I think, the argument is aboutt remorse. They applauded because they mistakenly took this movie as a Japanese remorse presented by Mr. Okumura and the director; she felt ashamed for this applaud because she thought there’s no remorse fm him and the movie.
Do we need remorse? Do we Chinese need remorse fm Japanese?
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Dolma la - Beauty from Tibet
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Posted:Apr 19, 2006 1:52 am
Last Updated:Apr 20, 2006 2:08 am 5028 Views
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(Introductory):
Wind of the grassland, rain of the grassland, sheep of the grassland
Flower of the grassland, water of the grassland, girl of the grassland.
(Female Chord):
Ah, Dolma, ah, Dolma
Girl of the grassland
Dolma la (&repeat after P1&P2&P3)
(P1
You have a flowery name, beautiful girl Dolma la
You have a happy smile, oh beautiful girl Dolma la
You are like a free bird, singing on the grassland;
You are like the spring colorful butterflies dancing, glittering among the flowers.
Nah, Dolma,
Wild flower of the grassland, Dolma la
You dedicate your songs to the snow mountain, the snow mountain that fosters you.
You dedicate your beauty to the grassland, the grassland that fosters you.
(P2)
You have a flowery name, beautiful girl Dolma la
You have a flowery smile, beautiful girl Dolma la
You are like a cup of sweet wine, intoxicating the sun, intoxicating the moon
You are like a far extending pastoral song, beautifying the snow mountain, beautifying the grassland.
Ah, Dolma,
Wild flower of grassland
(P3)
You dedicate your songs to the snow mountain, the snow mountain that fosters you.
You dedicate your beauty to the grassland, the grassland that fosters you.
You dedicate your songs to the snow mountain, the snow mountain that fosters you.
You dedicate your beauty to the grassland, the grassland that fosters you.
--lyric translated by me--
This is a song able to soothe my jumbled mind
This is a song able to trigger my ample desire
for Doma la
for the grassland
for the snow mountain
It is purely beautiful…
It greatly reminds me: the world is huge,
more huge than the small world we imprison ourselves;
the beauty lies somewhere, and everywhere, waiting for your discovery.
Don’t be deaf, don’t be blind, open your ears, open your eyes.
(I must thank my Tibetan friend Jim who sent this song to me fm Italy. He never comes back Tibet but he carries the nostalgic dream and music wherever he goes. "Dolma la" is by Tibetan singer Yadong in Chinese. Who wants to have it, let me know and I’ll send u. You can also visit www.tibetsong.com for many other Tibetan song/music. The website only has Chinese version. )
(And, i just saw a real Tibetan movie shot in Tibet by tibetans,a story abt a 9 years old lama's life. He, and the whole Tibet is facing reconcilation btw tibetan traditions and outside influences. Earthy, realistic, those people,temples, horses and immense snow mountains...I like Tibet but never plan to go, i dunno why..., the plateau sickness is just an excuse)
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Money, Money
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Posted:Apr 17, 2006 3:02 am
Last Updated:May 6, 2006 5:12 am 5174 Views
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Money, Money...
I heard Pink Floy's piercing cry.
Now let's see how Money hurts them and makes them poor:
Case 1:
A college classmate died and left behind a widow and baby. A fund-raising were decided by the richest, a former monitor. Total apprx. 30 ppl kindly donated Money, total amount is RMB20,000 something. Among them, there are quite some successful rich guys - golf related products chain shop owner, entrepreneurs, factory owners...Surprisingly, an average salary earner, a woman, accounts for 1/4 of the total. Sighs.
Case 2:
They work for government and earn well. The government paid them to take the course. Happily we studied together for years and finished normal courses, until this year for the Advanced one. They all expressed the will and joy to advance it with our favorite teacher. At last, the course was cancelled because of insuffice of students. Our "yes" classmates did not want to pay fm their own pocket the Mop1000 fee. They counted on the government but it said no for Advance course. No matter how I saw them shopping a lot,wearing decently and processing ambitiously, it did not help.
Money, Money...
Money hurts them and makes them poor.
We should re-define what a real rich and real poor is.
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