Sounds of, Silence, 47~48

On purpose, on language, and expressions, the passing of, the wisdoms of, life here…translated…

47.

No words are wiser, more courageous than Nietszche’s “man is not a purpose, but a, bridge”.  Meaning, that what’s important is the processes, and with the processes, that would be, enough.  We’d used these wise words, to help us dodged the tortures, the insults, and the defeats from, the failures.

But, don’t the failures have a bigger purpose?  To make sure that we learned our lessons, fully and, properly, so we don’t, make that same mistake, over, over, and over, again?

48.

In this world, other than the realities, and symbolic cold of the winter season, there would always be something, like words, expressions, of these, including people’s gentle natures, the stamina, the struggles, the kindness…………a lot of things, worth, living, for.

language is used for…from online

The expressions we use, the words, the languages, became our, arks, what’s different was, that this is the arks we’d built of our, selves, and now, given to us, by, anybody, else.

So, this is on the importance of finding one’s own, voice, because without it, we can’t, find the correct means to express what we think, or how we feel, we’d all be lost, without, the words that defined us into, who we are!

The Leashes

How instead of having HIM guess AT what you want from him, you should just, say it out loud to him, this is caused by the differences of expectations in communication in a couple in the marriage…translated…

We have, three dogs, every morning, the three of us would head out, to walk them, one each.  Entered into the schools, after we’d gone through the slopes of the entrance to the school, my husband’s leash switched over to me and my daughter, and, the two of us, would then, walk the three dogs, with him, jogging close by.  He is afraid of the cold, and of the heat too, and would always, take his coat off before he finished his run, and had me take his coat home.

My daughter and I walked around the campus, for the sake of our, pets, they needed to be let out, to roll on the grasses, to sniff the scent of their, kind; they’d lifted their heads, as the squirrels climbed up those trees, sought out the traces of the stray cats, slowing down, then, started, running after the birds.  My husband walked close by, this was warm up for his six laps around the campus, to get the needed exercises he must have in, and he’d worried, that if he’d not followed us along, he would become, an outcast at home.

Early this morning, it’d started, pouring down, and, by the time the sun finally came, my daughter already went to work, and the two of us still, walked the three dogs around the campus, as we arrived to where we normally part, my husband, whose warm-up was done, asked, “are you taking all three of them, home?”, and, as I’d heard these words from him from before, I’d always, nodded, but, of late, everything big or small had been, left to me to carry, he only needed to move his lips, and, his life was, set, recalled how my daughter told me, that this wasn’t from just one instance or one day, that I’d, spoiled him, I’d asked, “what do you think?”, he’d tried scamming me, by asking that same question again, and pointed toward the dogs, “You are very agile, and they’d all followed your commands, you can do it, you had done it from before!”

I’d told him, “a lot of people knew that the other person can do it, but, still would, be kind and do it with them, not giving oneself a mini-vacation.”, I’d recalled him asking me, aren’t there anyone else in someone’s home?  How come, the person needed to manage everything?  So, I’d, used his words, against him, then added, “I’m sure, others would think like you too, don’t I have someone else to help me out in the house?”, he’d smiled, then, took the lead of the dog, and kept walking with the dog.

A bit farther, there was a runner who’d, passed me by, the black dog I usually took, had always been very timid, he was shocked by the runner, and, started chasing after the jogger on reflex, I’d, immediately, clenched the leash tight, apologized to the jogger.  The jogger didn’t stop gave me the okay with his hand, and my husband asked me, “Does it pressure you, leading Blackie?”, I shook my head, said that I have the leash, and suddenly, my upset toward him, faded, away.

As we returned back to the entrance of the school, I’d told my husband to hand over the leash.  He’d paused for a few seconds, then, handed the leash over, smiled, and turned, to finish the rest of his, run, while I led my three dog, toward, home.

So, you only wanted him to acknowledge your taking the dogs wasn’t easy, simple as that, and you’d, dropped the hints, but he couldn’t pick it up, because MEN ARE, slow at these things, had you just told him flat out, “HEY, I want you to take the dogs off my hands, so I don’t have to, walk them alone on my own!”, then, you would’ve have, killed your own brain cells (as getting angry will, KILL them, NEURONS, or so I’d been, told!), that still just showed, how couples got so acquainted in the marriage, that they EXPECT each other to KNOW what they’re, thinking about, but hey, NEWS FLASH: not everyone IS, a mind reader, sometime, you need to VOICE your NEEDS to your spouse, partner, or whoever it is you’re, living with, to LET the person know WHAT exactly you want from them.

Besides, men are too slow at, picking up these, subtle hints that we are throwing AT them, and when they didn’t pick up those subtle hints, we get angry at them, and kill of, god knows how many brain cells that we will be needing to help us get through our days.

Turning Down Her Daughter’s Requests of Her to Put the Money in for Her Business Venture

How this mother handled this matter, quite wisely, to say no, but, not to break up the relationship with her own, daughter, and this takes, wisdom of the years to accomplish!  Translated…

As the children come to us and ask for a huge sum of loan, can the parents tell them, no?  If we don’t allow them to get the loans from us, would they hate us for it?  And if we’d loaned them the amount, is there the guarantee of us, getting the sum back?  Hsiu-Ching was worried about this awhile ago.

At fifty-five, she’d received the retirement pension of a little over $1.7 million N.T.s, as she was calculating how she was going to spend it, so she would have enough saved for her own elderly years; her daughter who’d only worked in the restaurant business just three years told her that she wanted to start a restaurant on her own, said that if she is the boss, then, she couldn’t need to follow anybody else’s orders.  “Mom, can you let me borrow $1.5 million N.T.s?  I will pay you back once I start earning with interests!”

Hsiu-Ching was entangled, her daughter showed a ton of passions for starting her own business, and how can she, as her mother, rain on her, parade?  But, she’s so young and so inexperienced, entrepreneurship is nothing easy, and she can’t throw all her money down the drains.  And in the end, she’d, told her daughter, to give her three days to think on it.  She was troubled, and solicited us, her friends for, advice, and we can’t, reach that, consensus, later, a friend who is also an entrepreneur suggested to her, to have her daughter draft up a business plan and submit it to her.  Hsiu-Ching felt a bit, relieved, she knew, that with her daughter’s quick temperament, she would, NEVER be able to, produce such a business, proposal.

And surely enough, her daughter blamed her for it, knowing that she wasn’t good in writing, and made her write the business proposals, that her mother was, making it too hard for her.  Hsiu-Ching told her daughter calmly, that she would need to conduct a market research first if she were to really open up a restaurant, including the location of the shop, and the number of estimated customers she is to get, the target clients, and had to estimate up the cost of personnel, and the produces and the foods, to control the sources of the raw material, the cooking skills, and the cash flow, along with risk-assessment.  “You were only a waitress, and managed the teams of waitstaff, lacking the experience, and, if you’re the boss, you can’t take time off as you wished, anytime you pleased!”

And that was when Hsiu-Ching’s daughter came to understand, that she’d, underestimated how much she still had to learn about management, heard her mother’s, advice; Hsiu-Ching didn’t just manage to keep her retirement pension, and the relationship with her daughter didn’t go bad, she’d also, given her daughter a lesson too.

And so, this mother found a perfect way, to break it to her daughter, “no, I can’t invest all my retirement pension in your brand new business venture”, and managed to keep her relationship with her daughter still good, and that takes wisdom, and, the children may have the dreams, but, they may also be too idealistic than their, parents, and, if the parents just flat out told the children NO, I won’t give you the cash for whatever it is you wanted to do, then, the relationships of the parents and children may go bad, but this woman found a good way, to break it to her daughter, to help her own young, see and analyze the situation, so she’d not just managed to keep all her retirement pensions from being lost, she was also able to, not break the relationship with her own daughter too.  And that takes, wisdom!

The Families Accused the Government: You’d Taken the Dignities Out of the Deceased During that Final Mile of Their Lives

This is AT the scenes!  And the HEAD of the CDC (off with HIS head) stated: the CDC never made these cremation mandates, “VERBATIM”!  Off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

The matters of getting those who’d died of contractions cremated quickly continued to burn, the KMT group hosed the press conference yesterday, to share the griefs, the losses of those whose elders had, died of contraction, how the father’s final mile of life, was treated like the waste product of the medical systems, that there’s absolutely, ZERO dignity given to him as a man.  The KMT group stated that the papers disclosing of how to handle the dead bodies wasn’t with the specifications, that the mandates from the CDC had, damaged many families, causing the entry level employees, the funeral home operators, to take the blames as scapegoats, called out to the CDC, to set the limits of time of the cremations of those who’d died of contractions.

Ms. Wang whose father had been confirmed of MERS-CoV contraction pointed out through the video chats, that on the day her father was confirmed of contraction, he’d been assigned by the local department of sanitations to the specialized wards, and he’d died, nineteen days afterwards; her father longed to come home, every minute he was in the hospital, and in the end, he’d died, all alone, without his loved ones by his side, and, the families are in grief over this too.

Ms. Wang told, that because the doctors told the families, that the rules mandated that the bodies needed to get cremated within twenty-four hours of death, the families can only comply with the rules, and as they saw their elder, he was already, inside, the coffin, with the layers of Saran wraps over the coffin, there’s no video documentation, no families close by to witness the final rites, the only one who’d accompanied her father the whole way the hired nurse told, that her father had been wrapped in three layers of body bags, without his needles getting pulled out from his legs, still wearing the diapers, and, without a clean change of clothes too, and the families can only, accept this.

Ms. Wang told, that as she saw the director of the CDC told lightly, “there’s no mandates of death within twenty-four hours”, could it be, that after this, the families would have to, have the hospitals take out the mandates on how the corpses are supposed to handled as mandated by the CDC from now on?  What’s saddest to her, was that for the final passage of her father’s life, he was disposed of like some toxic medical waste product, that there’s no dignity given to him whatsoever, so that, is how the government by the DDP, treats its people.

The legislator from the KMT, Hong told, a lot of the families don’t want the officials handling the bodies to contract the virus when they were handling the bodies, although they feel unwilling, but they can only, agree with the rules.  But, Chen’s words, made all those who’d lost their elders “ingrates”, and this is the government’s, evading responsibilities, mistreating the people.

Toward the accusations from all around, the chairman of the DDP, Cheng stated, that the Executive Department already assigned the Department of Internal Affairs to research the matter, that the KMT should NOT manipulate the people politically anymore.

The Taiwanese People’s Opinions Foundation C.E.O. Yo told, that the more than three thousand members of the public who’d contracted the virus and died, were all cremated within twenty-four hours of death, that the C.D.C. couldn’t not know about this, and yet, after two and a half years, the C.D.C. tried to, evade the responsibilities, it’s truly, unreasonable.

Yo pointed out, that “thinking too much, you wouldn’t have the guts to do it”, and, the opposite is also true, he’d believed, that two and a half years ago, Chen would’ve shouldered up more responsibilities, because the matters were easier to handle then, and now, because of the mess from the outbreaks, and his considerations of running for mayor of Taipei, he’d, considered, too much, that this is, a serious test for a politician who needs to, show some, responsibilities.

And so, due to the evasive rules set up by the CDC, and who’s in charge of these rules by the CDC, oh yeah, it’s the director, that’s why the families who’d lost their loved ones in this outbreak can’t bid their loved ones, a proper, farewell, and now, the director of the C.D.C., due to pressure from the outside world, came out of that ivory tower he’d been living in, and said, “oh, I did NOT mandate the rules of swift cremation for all who’d died of contraction”, tossing the blames to the local governments and the hospitals, for not allowing the families to have that proper goodbye?  Yeah, see how that’ll, fly with the people here!

What’s the BEST Way, to Let Someone Know, that S/he is, Making You, Uncomfortable???

And I still have to apologize, for being, a bit, BLUNT, ‘cuz sometimes, that’s, the ONLY way to GET the point across, for those who just don’t get it, hello, hello, hello???

What’s the BEST way, to let someone know, that s/he is, making you uncomfortable???  Surely, you can, throw them stupid signals around, hoping that s/he picks up on it, but, chances are, the person is way too mother @#$%ING (maxed out!) retarded to pick that up!

But, I can’t, just say to the guy/woman: hey YO!  BACK OFF!  Can I?  That’s just not, socially, “Acceptable” is it?  Nope!

And yet, there’s, NO easy way, but to just, bluntly, state it ALOUD sometimes, so, stop worrying about how you will make the other person feel (I mean, WHO cares!  And, isn’t how YOU feel more important than how the other person feels???)

That’s, just one of the harder things of being human, I suppose, for SOME of you out there, but not for the QUEEN for, the QUEEN, still SPEAKS her M-I-N-D here, out loud too!!!

Just like Murphy had done, I’d, TELL someone, STRAIGHT up, if s/he is, making ME, uncomfortable, and you should too, otherwise, there will, be those who are out, to take advantage, and by then, you got, NOBODY else to blame, ‘cuz, you’d, ENABLED, the other person’s, improper behaviors…

The Ambassador of Peace on LINE

Trying to keep the peace, when members in your group are at each other’s throats, when they get on each other’s nerves, what can you do?  Try to mediate, in a round-and-about sort of a way, so you don’t end up, as the common enemies, but it’s, not that easy!  Translated…

My daughter-in-law one day, chimed excitedly, to the Family LINE group, how there’s, a night market close to her home, and the photo she’d sent to the group was a street, lit up with the lights during the nights, with a world of fried food stands, the arcades, I’d immediately replied back, “be careful as you don’t know the quality of oils the owners used to fry the foods, and the kids shouldn’t be allowed to play those arcades, as they may be easily addicted to these games…………”

As soon as I’d typed all of that, my daughter who’s away on another continent immediately added on, “it’s fine that you go and take that stroll every now and then.”  I was shocked, I’d, immediately recycled my message back.  Thinking about this calmly, if someone rained on my parade, it naturally would, make me feel, awful, and it wouldn’t matter if the words that someone was saying to me was right!  I’d, contemplated, and felt grateful for my daughter’s round-and-about-way of reminding me, so I slammed on the brakes before damages are done.

My friend was once the head of a certain club, he’d shared things on LINE quite a lot.  He’d told, that often, as a subject of discussion was opened for debate, some of the group had started, firing those cannons, some, quite stubborn, to one’s own beliefs, some swayed with how the winds were blowing, some agreed to others’ words, and the words were sharpened, ready for war.  The most often was the fight for the parties in the politics, some debated on the policies, some toward the incumbents, and, it’d, made it difficult, for my friend, who wanted to try and mediate between those who are then, engaged, and, he’d, spoken of his “New Year’s Resolution” aloud via LINE.

He’d said, “from here on out, no talks of politics, no personal attacks.  When we have a difference of opinions, DO delete those emotional words, to keep the conversation flowing smoothly, rationally”, and, for the six months that followed, there’s, more harmony within the group of LINE.

getting into an argument on LINE

illustration found online

With the inventions of the high-tech gadgets, it’d, made people leap into an alternative world, the parents are, disregarding the needs of their children more now, and the problems between the couples, the parents and children, worsened, as our heads, lowered to our high-tech gadgets these days.

But, think on it, it’s not the gadgets that are awful, it’s the mindsets of the users, and the timing.  If one can use the gadgets, and not let these high-tech devices control us, then, we won’t become, slaves.  Like how those who’d retired who don’t live with their children, sliding on their tablets or cell phones, sending the messages, their emotions found a viable outlet, and they’re, able to get some news and new information from everywhere around.  Sometimes, they’re even, having a webcam conference with the children and grandchildren who don’t live close by, the comfort from interaction with one’s own loved ones, although they’re, separated physically, but they’d become, more than, connected psychologically.  To the point when there’s an emergency, the high-tech devices are, very good for sounding off the alarms.

illustration from UDN.com

My friend’s older sister-in-law didn’t get along with her parents, although one live up north, the other, south, they’d still gotten on each other’s bad side over miniscule matters, and, as the two sides were getting heated on the group on LINE, she’d, privately texted her youngest nephew, told him to commend his mother on her cooing, how he’s, looked after so well, so the grandparents who lived faraway, in the southern parts of the island know, that they have a good daughter-in-law.  And, other than posting the messages on how to live well, my friend told her older sister-in-law that her parents had, commended her in their circles of friends, how they’re, so proud of her.  And naturally, the problems between this mother and daughter-in-law pair, slowly, resolved on their own.

Working hard, being the middleman of peace, at first, you may feel, tried, because you couldn’t make the results of the changes you want to see happen faster, but, after awhile, the results will, show.  The communications apps are of various sorts and kinds, with the members numerous, and, it certainly isn’t by chance, that we’d, found each other, in the vastness of the ocean-full of people.  If you can cherish this affinity, and, work hard, as a connector in every group you’re involved in, keeping the peace, for everybody’s sake, as you turn on the apps, it can only bring you joys in the days.

This is on, being, THE middleman, and, this woman has some valid points, but, I don’t, necessarily agree with her on everything.  I mean, it’s important, that you want to keep the peaceful flow of conversations on your LINE accounts, sure, but sometimes, you just, can’t ignore how someone’s words made you flare up, and, if you don’t find a valid way to get the angers you feel out, then, it will surely, damage you, and not just your relationship with that other person.  And yeah, a middleman who will help, diffuse this, lit up bomb, may be necessary in these cases, but not always.

The Dry-Erase Board Used for Reminders, on How We Interact with One Another

Translated…

A very long time ago, my friend dropped a white board off at my place, I’d hung it on the walls of my living room, can’t think of a use for it right away though.

Back then, my five-year-old son was very intrigued with the cartoon, “The Sea Thief King”, and, I’d often busied myself about the house that I’d forget to remind him to watch it.  Later on, I’d drawn a picture of a clock on the dry-erase board, with the minute-hand on the time when the cartoon starts, told my son, whenever he sees the time on the dry-erase board corresponds with the time on the clock on the wall, then, it’s time for his cartoon.  With the reminder of the white board, he’d never missed an episode again.

Back then, I’d thumbed across an issue that the whole family shouldn’t miss, but, there was no way to get everybody here at the same time to tell my family members, and fearing that I may have missed someone, I’d taped the newspaper to the dry-erase board, and wrote the words of warnings.  For instance, a while ago, the drinks were placed in bad plastic cups, I’d put down, “For the sakes of your own health, don’t drink the drinks anymore.”, with the newspaper clipping as the evidence, it’d become more persuasive, my children and my husband rarely buys those drinks now.

A while ago, my son was prepping for his examinations, I didn’t want to nag him to spend less time on Facebook, I’d written down on the dry-erase board, “My dear son, you must put everything into your examinations, and just focus, I hope you will perform well on it!”, not long thereafter, he saw the words on the board, he’d erased it, and I knew, that he’d received my care and concerns.

One evening, my husband placed a paper box in the kitchen, told me, “this box is for you to place the items that don’t need to be refrigerated and the larger fruits.” I told him, “I don’t want too much clutter on the floors, it’s hard, to wipe the floors clean.”  After he’d heard, he’d told me angrily, “I can’t do anything that fits you, can I?” I was stunned, quickly ran to the front of the white board, wrote the words, “the smaller matters the wife decide, the bigger issues, the husband’s calls”.  A little while later, my husband passed by the dry-erase board, I’d called out to him, “Honey, did you see what I wrote?”, he’d started laughing, “Yes, my beauty, I saw it!”

Thanks for the PR dry-erase board at my house, helping us all with communications, without the fuses, adding more fun!

And so, this, would be a great way to interact with your families, after all, you all don’t share the exact same schedules, and, writing it on a board once, beats having to repeat to your families over, over, over, AND over again, plus, NO one likes a N-A-G!

Advising Us All, to Not Get Addicted to Facebook

The first of the Relativity of Literature for the month of June, translated…

Jia-Hsien Yang: I will never forget the day I got hooked on Facebook.  It was a period of my life when I felt most lost—yes, that, was during the time when I’d buckled down, and wrote out my doctoral dissertations, in the research center’s research rooms, the days grew dark.  During that entire year, I did not write a single poem at all, I’d checked out my progress on Word, to see if I’d written another extra five hundred characters and added three more notes.  At the same time, I’d started, writing on Facebook, back then, Facebook was not yet “populated”, I’d only gotten a handful of kudos, felt a bit cold.

At first, it was only, a place, to smooth over the wound left by my doctoral dissertation.  As a few years had come to pass, it’d become this demon that prevented me from moving forward in my research.

But, before anything becomes an addiction, it would get tangled up, I’d written and you’d reposted, love and Facebook, are both like so.  And yet, it’d become this method, this stage, and people are all, coming up on stage to perform now, to show themselves, to set up one’s own image, and forcibly, report our own whereabouts to the world.  We can classify our “friends”, decide how far, to spread the news of ourselves to the world, or to give a dissection of oneself in depth.  There were my friends who’d insisted on not adding their professors, or their students, as “Friends”, some had kept the bosses, the managers, or subordinates away, as your mom and dad learned to use Facebook, and wanted you to add them as your friends, this, was the commonly shared trouble for us all.  Mmmmmm, that’s right, I’m the kind, that added some of my relatives, and at the very end, I’d blocked all of them out.  This, was the weirdest part of this sort of interpersonal relations: we’re allowing strangers on Facebook to read up on the goings on of our lives, but, we wanted to keep the cousins out.

As my workload increased, I’d had a TON of idiotic postings.  As I’d gotten kudos for my idiotic postings from the scholars, it’d shocked me so (for instance, recently, Professor Cheng came to give me a kudos).

Juan Tang: Facebook wasn’t born from the stars, and, the nights flowed, never endingly, and, perhaps, this, is the end, of my career in writing creatively.  I’d spend all of my days in the research labs, silently took in, all the losses I’d suffered, in the online chess games.  Constantly, fighting it out, with unknown players, never knowing, who will end up, slaughtering me to pieces.

But, I HATED Facebook, I hate how it is like a whirlpool, sucking my entire world in.  Ahhhhhhhhhhh, could this be, the biggest BANG of my life from here on out?  The nature of Facebook, is not for someone, middle aged chubby men like me, it’s a place, for those adolescents to bullshit in.  And here, we would use “Kudos” as way of attack, and, the beauty in quantity is measured, the qualities step aside, with the experts, using their fingers, every single person who’s not that good gets a kudos, Facebook is the holy ground for online democracy that’s for sure.  People of all ages, living in all parts of the worlds, can state their opinions, and, those who’d followed the leaders get commended, those who don’t, get shunned.  The pages are refreshed so quickly, the applauses died too quickly too, it is, a world, without too much “friction” (who gives a SHIT about “your weird goings on”, your “innocent ways”, and “simplemindedness”).

Then, why are you here, Old dude?  Oh, I’m here, to tell them, to get out, to tell them to stop sliding on their cell phones, to not rant on bullshits, to read those useless articles, to give out kudos for no apparent reasons………for the sake of having a successful conversation, I’d taken up their brain dead way of communication, to laugh out of turn, like chasing the pointless trends, to pretend, that I’m an outdated, but still in the game, old geezer, standing on the side of the young, of the open, of the future (but what if, I’m not?), to deal that FATAL blow, to the ancient belief systems.  Can’t believe, that they’d loved it when I got angered, posing their innocence, and giving old geezers who tried to mess things up like me kudos; can’t believe it, getting kudos feels even better than that $300N.T. whole body massage I just got at Hsin-An Massage Palace.  (oh, I’m in love, beep-beep, beep-beep), forget it, I’m about to forget to head home now, I like you all, younger boys and girls, it’s so funny, Uncle will chit chat with you all a while, do you think my words are funny………

Jia-Hsien Yang: Well, uh?  You seemed to become possessed when you talked of Facebook, it’d showed, how normal I actually am, how I’d followed the rules to the “t”.

Facebook, in the same level’s mirage, how it’d mocked the goings on of the party in front of the temples, it’s truly, a high pressured world.  There is always something going on, there would always be two different points of views, duking it out, we can’t keep our silences, we must show where we stand; if we don’t, we are deemed as aloof, uncaring, chicken.  And, all of a sudden, Facebook had replaced all the actions of man, like how everything you see on Facebook IS the whole world.  No wonder as people marched onto the streets for protests, they needed to post the photos online (I’d done that too), otherwise, who will know that you were there?  Who would know, that you are, showing care and concerns for the society right now?  I’d often pondered: if I didn’t think clearly, if I couldn’t speak wiser words than those already spoken, using a different angle, I’m just, “checking in” at the right time and the right place, other than making my Facebook account into my bulletin, my views into stickers, making myself, into a drop of water, in this big and vast ocean, what’s the meaning of it all?  Of course, this, is probably, too much of an individualist belief.  Perhaps, someone would say: what’s so bad, being a part of a group?  I’d recalled, the difference in The Gilded Age’s Ling Ding and Hong Hsiao now, I don’t want to be Ling Ding, and I lacked what it takes to be Hong Hsiao, but, their differences gave me a revelation.

Like I’d destroyed the atmosphere that Juan Tang was creating by sarcasm of the partying scene in the temple celebrations now……but, Juan Tang said, that there’s not that much friction in this world, no wonder, I’d feel very relaxed and happy when I’d logged on Facebook; the designers are truly wonderful, allowing us to block each other from seeing us if we felt like, and, allowing us, to stop interacting with those who had offended us somehow.  I’d started ranting now, as I’d opened up on my views of Facebook, but, at the same time, I’m reminded, of the two years, nine days’ ago posting of mine, and I’d reposted something I’d posted some seven months ago back on my front pages, to be used, as a reminder to myself, as well as others.

And still, at this moment, I’m feeling, kinda anxious about, not posting anything of value on Facebook for so long now.

And so, this, is two people’s opinion on the usage of Facebook, and, undeniably, Facebook had become, the way we connect with one another, as it’d connected strangers, but, do remember, the saying of how the more you friends you have on Facebook, the less friends you have for real, because you’re spending all that time online, “following” the goings on of those Face friends, instead of getting face-to-face interactions with those who are next to you.

With the Right Usage, the Words Come Out Right, and Everybody Can be a Motivational Speaker

The magical properties of those words, translated…

Words have souls, every single world, or phrase, can ignite a long line of associations in one’s emotions.  For this, those who can use the words well, if you can transfer the use of words, into the verbal communications with someone, then, you can clarify the point of your speeches to others.

Just like how from before I’d stated how “so” and “but” would give hints about what’s to come next, and how different people expect the words that followed these two to be: one leads toward the results, the other, brings about denying, and turning someone down, researches from linguistics showed, that a LOT of the couples started arguing from the word “but”.

Everybody would want to be in a situation where you don’t blurt the wrong things out, you can try to write down what you wanted to say first, tone it up, then, you can become an expert word user too, and say things that are wise, from other’s points of view.

So, this is all about communicating, isn’t it?  The purpose of communicating is to just get your points ACROSS, and, there are instances when emotions must be taken into considerations, and, because there’s NO book telling us how to behave, in which situations we come across, we can only go with our previous experiences…

Conversations Online…

The MINIMALIST approach to interactions…

Sup!  Not much…and that, is ‘bout it, and that, is what conversations online reduced human interactions to, and, because of this MAGIC invention of the WWW, this had, turned into the TREND of things, of how we relate to one another.

Conversations online, I got so much to say to you when we’re “chatting” via some IM program online, but, when we met up, we’d both fell silent, WHY, is that?  I mean, has something changed, when we met up in person?  Do those conversations online work better, because we have NO idea what one another look like, which means, that we CAN’T make judgments based on how one another appeared?  And, what’s changed, now that we’d met up face-to-face, am I not what you expected?  Are you not, what I thought?

That, would be the problem with conversations online, because, when you talk online, you can mask yourselves up as whatever or WHOEVER, but, when the two of you go out, meet up, face-to-face, that façade is, lift off, and, surely enough, you will get disappointed over one another, because you held that expectation of who one another is, when you hadn’t met up yet, which is why, a LOT of the interactions worked so well when the two of you were just “conversing” online, and, don’t work at all, when the two of you sit down, FACE-to-FACE!

Conversations online, with the use of emoticons, abbreviated words like lol, so, instead of seeing someone actually, LAUGHING at that NOT-EVEN-FUNNY joke you’d just told, you’d get that EGO boost, which was much needed, and that, is how you two maintain connection, rapport online, until when the two of you really actually meet up together, FACE-to-FACE, then, everything goes WHAM, CRASHED!