Why god creates man and woman? Guess the main purpose.
One purpose is to generate human beings. Ok, pregnancy is a great thing that attributes to offspring, especially intelligent kinds. Then the civilization would be advanced. As far as 2e know, human beings have changed the world at every aspect, such as environment, life style, or even the way treating animals. So we call earth man-made. The other purpose is to distinguish the grade with different persons and things. Consider discrimination of women, many companies, relative with heavily manual work or top-level mental activity, are occupied by men mostly. So who is woman? Where can woman stay?
Woman’s first duty is to become a mother, though some Dinks may disagree with me. It may be not a intact life for woman without pregnancy since she cannot enjoy as a role of mother and she could not feel how children need her. Thus, most women choose to be a mother, office ladies or common housewives. However, most women think that they need more things that can realize their values and that can provide them a better richer life. Works emerge as they require.
The environment is not equal between man and women. The kinds of work is less, the position is limited, and choose is even more difficult for women than man. Heavy manufacturing prefer men because of its need of physical force. Advanced management of boards prefers men because of its need of brain storm, rational and logical thinking, which is seemly lacked for women. The ideal career include doctors, teachers, secretary, etc, which identified by society. Even these ideal work would be captured by men, thus women should compete and win.
A successful woman cannot possess successful family and career, like You cannot burn the candle at both ends. Why? The main reason is for time. If you want to redound, you need spend corresponding time. So many successful women are transitory as a pity.
It seems pessimism that women have to survive in the world of men. Where is road of women?
2009.07.08 Wed l crazy talk l 留言 (0) 引用 (0) l top

This is my another blog. I need leave something different here, such as thinking,feeling, or even dirty words. Well, don't mind about these seemly strange words, I'm shellow....

It is just like phases which should be said on a station. Anyway, start it, as I hope.

2009.07.05 Sun l crazy talk l 留言 (0) 引用 (0) l top
Waiting in such a raining day, I think about disorder words or phrases. Maybe say hi to X, or greeting, maybe laugh or smile only, maybe give her a hug? I am the right person, S. Do you remember me? I always appearance in X’ story. Yes, I am the girl living near X. I just come back from a town hidden inside thousands of mountains. It is my turn to tell you something, about me, about X, and about interesting guys.

Time flies... the reason I wanted to sale my coffee bar is a mystery for X. She held the secret------I love F, the drawer, a pretty guy. She attributed the reason of my leaving to F. However, it’s not true.

Three years ago, I attracted by a young girl' blog, a teacher with idealism. This girl, called M, was exiting as a soho nearly five years. She borrowed money from her father, bought a house, wrote stories to earn herself. It sounds no noticeable since many people choose such a seemly comfortable way. One thing capturing my interest was her walked around, flied around, and collected images I have never seen before at that time. The single girl continued her vita as a traveler or Zola. And I had to run about my awful life. I could not remember how she entered my life and how I closed off my coffee bar and then walked with her without rhyme or reason. It may be a bandwagon effect. But I don’t think so.

When we arrived in a small town, everything was covered by yellow, yellow hills, yellow soil, yellow houses, and even yellow children( in muck). I cannot control my feeling, and an involuntary of disappoint escaped from my lips. What a horrible place! M looked at me, and smiled, regardless of my depression. Suddenly, a guy appeared and choked me. No, he was not a killer, but F, my love drawer. I couldn’t believe he worn a khaki gunny clothes, like a refugee. I was standing like a fool there, but then filled with extremely anger. Recollections, bars, pictures, his facetious and attractive character…, all defeated me. I bended low, put my hands over the face and burst into tears. Perplexed by us, M repeated “what’s the trouble? What has happened?”

Several minutes later, F smiled and said: let’s have something to eat, or we would become death’s head! M took my hand immediately toward F. Gentle breeze passed through caky phenomenon.

I was never defeated by anyone, any character or occupation. I was never shown up who I am because it was unnecessary for me to do such a stupid thing. Thus, I would begin my life in this small and peaceful town, no matter it was F or others.

After three weeks, I was customed with the simple life here. I always got up at 5 o'clock, washing my face and waking up my students. I should introduce my lovely students. Those children were either left by their parents or had lost families. They could not afford the tuition so that M knocked their doors one after another, suggesting they go to school and promising that they are free. Children are angles. They love learning; they like wonderful knowledge. They would not refuse concerns from others. When I met these angles at the first time, tears nearly burst. These angles stared at me with fear but thrist, hiding themselves behind a pillar. (waiting)
2009.06.05 Fri l story l 留言 (0) 引用 (0) l top