I am jealous of boys.

 

They are boys who chase in the relationship. they always chase girls which gives them feeling of power being a conqueror. " we came, we saw and we conquered."

In the name of manhood, they are licensed for sleeping around, bossing around, getting their hands dirty, driving cars fast, playing with cool phones.

Boys have their own breath-taking charm when they are brazen and ballsy, rich and famous, leading and upper hand.

They are not requested to be detailed and they march and face the world with their heads held up high.

 

Interestingly, i got this boy issue for a while that actually being a boy is more exciting than being in love with a boy.

 

 

The only thing interested me in the all staff meeting is OPEN BAR.

Of course, the talking was good.

 

Mr. Head and Ms. Tail met one day in the cinema. It was a quiet afternoon. They did a bit chat. Both of them were very talkative. After that, they exchanged a lot to each other for all the things they could think about. They had lots in common. They reaped from the conversation between them as friends.

From that moments, they watched the other's life closely. They competed each other, and the relationship sometimes was like enemies, more than friends.There were lots of conflictions and further understanding afterwards. They paid enough attention to what the other said and tried to learn from it.

There is a proverb: Better be the Head of a dog than the Tail of a lion. It is complicated. No one can say it right or wrong now.

 

Their lives are still in the future tense, ahead of them, waiting while they prepare themselves.

 

Ends.

 

Writer Me: The sudden ending proves enough that I am a lazy person. But I got reasons to stop here. After this little writing experince, I realized how hard to be a writer, to make it attractive constantly and to find a correct english word. Loops of bottle necks were haunting me for last couple days. This story might go  on in lots of ways, a romance, a fairy tale, a thriller (i do not see any potential of a thriller so far). I am going on writing to continue this story. I keep a secret version and ending for myself. If time is mature, i will release it wholly here again. Thanks for taking your time off for reading.

 

Life seemed to turn around after college.

 

Ms. Tail was so happy to find a bigger pond– the real society. She got a decent job which, however, was an okay one compared with her college classmate’s. The society overwhelmed her in which all the standards are blurred. It is said the society has multi-standards or even no standards at all. And more important to Ms. Tail, is, the score which was the golden rule in her college did not seem to work in real society any more. It surprised Ms. Tail as well. She who used to be the small fish in her college ‘pond' suddenly found herself was above the average in this bigger pool. Those big stars were not as shiny as its way in school. Ms. Tail got used to put herself in the bottom place. Now as starter, she just suited where she was or in a even better place. Ms. Tail is smart and her personality and diligence won lots of attention from others. She valued her worth by the power of people who are willing to pay her enough attentions. Once in her life, she felt she was in the spotlight which she was totally obsessed with and addicted to.

 

To be continued...

It is an emerging job to please and take care of woman.

It has been a routine question for jenna to ask me near the end of each working day " what will we eat tonight?" hard question, always.

Today Jenna and I were thinking about dating a male maid who can take care of us, prepare the dinner and next day's lunch boxes.

We are busy working persons. how can we be dragged to the kitchen after our energy has been drained by those heavy workload in the office.

We need a house husband at home, doing domestic work for us, laundry, ironing, cooking, and cleaning.

He is not requested to wear sexy clothes, ofcoz if he can, that will be even better.

His major responsiblity is to kill the the spiders, fix the things at home, wash our cars, make dinner and lunch box next day, run the hot tub. a little chat or physical communication will be prefered.

Jenna and I will share the bill and we will offer an overseas holiday gift each year. good try! anyone apply?

the date of city2surf running is closer now.

 

remembered last JP morgan running, boss said ' i saw her in running singlet and shoes, looks very professional and fit. but at last she walked almost the time which makes me feel really better.' hummmm, shameful, but still funny. i am not a serious runner, but my point is to look seriously.

 

however, it is really time for me to keep doing the training to lift my dropping ass, i hate my dropping ass, loose arms, i feel really bad.not good for touching.

be careful, my dears who are driving cars, get out of your cars and stretch your legs.

 

today, talking with F about mid-age crisis on MSN. he said mid-age crisis is being afraid of runing out of time to do the things which have not been done yet. and most is about fast cars and pretty girls. if it is true, i believe many people will be sufferring the mid-age crisis for their whole life.

 

 

 

 

 

好久没写blog了, 被人问的不好意思, 把以前随便涂涂的文章拿来充数.

其实最近发生了许多事情, 只是自己还没有理清思路, 而且事发突然, 直到现在也是把一些东西没有什么条理的列出来. 今天要做个了解了, 从明天开始简单做人了.

最近, 过的很热闹. 朋友一直在身边. 基本做什么事情都一起. 还不错的. 只不过那本本来早该在两个星期前看完的书, 书签还是夹在那一页.

最近想的事情太多, 分析的人太多. 有人说我聪明, 有人说我脑子不清楚, 有人说我心根本没有自己觉得的那么硬, 有人说我把朋友都圈在自己圈子里,不让他们受欺负...其实都对.

不过自己都惊讶自己的多变, 对一个人可以从纵容变为逃避, 看一个人的目光可以从犀利变的温柔, 

或许自己就从来没有变过,只是强压下觉得没有必要的一些情绪.就象她们说其实看到我哭是一种释燃一样. 又或许那目光温柔的才是真实的感情.

有多爱一个人, 就有多恨一个人. 有多想要一个人, 就有多想要逃开一个人. 为什么我总是不能把这个世界的事情变的简单点? 问自己也问不出结果, 索性就当一切正常!

最近收了些礼物, 应该觉得老幸福的. 都是自己最想要的东西. 别人是不会知道的. 但是拿到的时候, 心有点沉. 大概是发生了这么多事情后, 看一个人一件事情就么这么简单了, 被迫敏感起来.

其实每个朋友都有自己的角色, 有人是要总结发言来高潮的, 有人是朋友有难时最值得依靠的, 有人是直来直去, 有人是善解人意的, 有人是聪明伶俐的, 有人是能说会道的, 有人是可爱善良的. 我都爱. 我都喜欢. 没什么你轻我重, 没什么顾此失彼.

还有的是, 在这里, 时间过的太快. 一年的的时光过, 眨眼即过, 有些东西还是那样熟悉!

语无伦次, 明天上班, 熄灯睡觉.

 

 

 

We have all been raised on television to believe what life is, what love is and one day we would all become millionaires, pop stars, or a hero. But we won’t. At least, most of us won’t. And the truth is we all turn to be the victims of television.

 

Television has been transformed into a magic talking box which tells you what you should believe, wash your brains. I am not surprised if the television appears on the list of religion, after Catholicism, Christanity, Jewism … It is Televisionism.

 

 I was living on “sex and the city”. I adore those shoes, those stylish clothes, those parties and romances and NYC. I thought they must be the life somewhere, or the life of some people. It gave me too many images and NYC is the city never sleeps. I did not even realize that is faking television life. In the real world, you would get really upset if you live in Carrie’s way. You feel hurt after sleeping around and waking up in the morning with a strange man in bed. you will be wondering: the guys who seemed wonderful last night was complete jerk by day.

 

To be continued… nothing further at moment.stay tuned.

the day you went away,

you left me behind,

there was not a cloud in the sky,

it was as blue as your goodbye.