CAT | Home
The mention of Harbin would make people think of the freezy weather. Actually, it is the same to me, a native-born Harbin girl.
Harbin is located in the northeast part of China. Harbin is in the mid-temperate zone. Consequently, the climate here proves four seasons clearly. It could be the fine weather, sunny day with cool breeze in crisp autumn which will make me energetic and dynamic, but among all the seasons, it is freezy winter the most impressive. You know what, ‘Harbin International Ice and Snow Festival’ is one of the world’s four largest ice and snow festivals. If you have a chance to visit Harbin, do not miss it.
Another word for me to describe my hometown, Harbin, is exotic. The city is well-known for its unique, Russian and European-influenced architecture. Baroque style, Byzantine architecture range, located in the city of Harbin City, Harbin become world-renowned Chinese and foreign art museum construction. St. Sofia Church, which is one of them, has now been made into a museum as a showcase of the multi-cultural architecture of Harbin. This beautiful church was built almost 1500 years ago. It used to be a church for Russian army built by infantry division from Siberia. The outward appearance of the church is magnificent, elegant and splendid.
The history of Harbin can be traced to the 22000 years ago. At that time human activity appeared in this gorgeous place, otherwise, they reclaimed wasteland and built it up to a fertile soil. Meanwhile, Harbin now has widely spread grassland. According to preliminary estimation, in the first quarter of this year, the gross domestic product reached 3258.1 billion yuan, up 13.0% over the same period last year at comparable prices. Harbin scores per-capita GDP, which at 4244.9 yuan close to that of a medium-level developed country.
You are not a man if you’ve never been to Harbin.
During my 25 years as a marital therapist, I have seen hundreds of people disappointed over unfulfilling relationships. I have seen passion turn to poison. I have grieved with patients for the love they lost or never found.
“We seemed to love so much, but now it’s gone,” one woman lamented to me. “Why do I feel so lonely every night even when he is right there beside me? Why can’t marriage be more than this?”
It can. I was once invited to the 60th-anniversary celebration of a remarkable couple. I asked the husband, Peter, if he ever felt lonely and wondered where the love between him and Lita had gone. Peter laughed and said, “If you wonder where your love went, you forgot that you are the one who makes it. Love is not out there; it’s in here between Lita and me.”
I know we can love deeply, tenderly and lastingly. I have seen such love, and I have felt such love myself. Here are the law I have discovered for such lasting and loving relationships—put time where love is.
A fulfilling marriage begins when two people make time together their No.1 priority. If we hope to find love, we must first find time for loving.
Unfortunately, current psychology rests on the model of the independent ego. To make a lasting marriage we have to overcome self-centeredness. We must go beyond what psychologist Abraham Maslow called “self-actualization” to “us-actualization”. We have to learn to put time where love is.
Many couples have experienced a tragic moment that taught them to value their time together. One husband related how he sat trapped in his car after a crash. His wife was outside, crying and banging on the window. “I thought I was going to die before we had enough time together.” He told me. “Right then I promised to make the time to love my wife. Our time is our own now, and those hours are sacred.”
Then it may appear strange to speak about making marriage important for somebody that is single, even so, the building blocks for your marriage is build throughout all of your life, well, i believe it is good to speak about ways to prioritize that before you decide to say “I do.”
One of the ways you may make marriage a priority prior to the ring is by a little time to sit and pray and have God showing you what to find in a mate. Then begin praying for your mate and that God will build up those characteristics in them. Most of you may know I started a summary of traits when I was living in Kenya and began praying for my future spouse then. God blew me out of the water with the husband he blessed me with. It’s amazing what prayer are able to do!
One other thing to do during this time period is to maximize this time and don’t allow yourself to become too consumed in what is to come but to live in the present state you’re in. I believe many of us are guilty of saying, “I’ll do better at ____ when….” Marriage is a HUGE blessing, but as a single you are more free than you will ever be after saying I do to serve our creator, so be about His business and not all that the planet would have you think you needs to be worried about. Besides, now don’t you need a husband who wants to marry a woman who serves the Lord?
Find married women to spend time with. Enable them to using home and family and grow from them. Whether here’s your own mother or another wife/mother you understand. You may bless all of them with your business and let them be considered a Titus two woman who’s training a younger woman to enjoy her husband.
Guard your heart! I suggest everybody reads Emotional Purity for additional on this topic. And a request I implemented that helped me to guard my heart was I purchased a journal and I wrote out the things I wanted to tell my future husband/boyfriend/fiance throughout our courtship. That way I could feel like I was sharing the situations on my heart that I wanted to tell him, but it helped me to not give away too much of my heart before marriage. The openness you have in marriage and the safe place marriage creates for sharing are some things we don’t always guard to keep before marriage. I want to encourage you to make sure to guard the emotional purity of one’s marriage.
And what type of listing of advice about get yourself ready for marriage wouldn’t include guarding the physical purity of your future marriage. My hubby blessed me a great deal by doing this well. I pray that my sons and daughters and in-laws to be will all do this well. And throughout it all, remember: “No temptation has seized you, except that which is common to man. And God is faithful. For if you are tempted He will provide a way out.”
Today I went to downtown and got my new phone.
After using three years’ bar phone, and each of them were either black or grey, which made me very boyish, so I would like to change another style! I bought a very feminine phone. The background is white, interspersed with some small purple patterns. And the cell-phone cover is dark purple. The fundamental hue is still purple. Anyway, I love this cellphone.
So this time, I have to protect her very very very carefully!
Not having been to downtown for almost 2 months, I happily found many wonderful transformation. The bus routes are more reasonable, the sanitary condition of buses are improved, in spite of the traffic jam as usual. Besides, most of the dustbins consist of recyclable and non-recyclable parts, which were not that universalized in Chongqing not long ago.
Just now, I have seen a status updated on Renren of one of my classmates:
Having read this, I really couldn’t help laughing. Indeed, Chongqing looks like always in trouble in the past few years, especially since I came here for my university life. Well, I don’t consider myself pathetic or poor, on the contrary, I have learned so much during these years. And I have been very accustomed to Chongqing since the very begining, not only the climate, but also the cuisine. I love spicy food, even if I never eat spicy things in my hometown. Well, I have also paid for that! I have gained so much weight. So now, I am trying hard to lose weight, hoping back to normal. And I believe that preparing for the postgraduate exams can help this plan works.
Keep my fingers crossed!
I used to be a very conventional girl. I hate it when people smoke around me. I never take parties when people drink beer or wine. Of course I won’t drink any wine or beer. I always have my own principles and keep to be a responsible and kind person. I really did that. People around regard me as loyal and they have faith in me. But they also know that I am a conventional girl they can’t go too far with me. It reminds me of my high school the boys sitting in front of me whom I called as “bad boys” usually played jokes with each other. While talking with me they would be very serious considering of my character.
So, this kind of life had lasted from my middle school until my sophomore year. For about eight years, I was a girl burying myself in my own room, separating myself from all the activities unrelated to study and my parents’ willingness. I’ve never opened my heart to love even though in college.
Then I met this song ”start of something new”. The scene in “high school musical 1”, Troy and Gabriella sung this song for the first time. I was deeply fascinated by the rhythm especially the lyrics.
Living in my own world
Didn’t understand
That anything can happen
When you take a chance
I never believed in
What I couldn’t see
I never opened my heart
To all the possibility
……
Wow, this is the true me I used to be. Every time I listen to this song, I’m so touched. Maybe I should open my heart to some possibility. Sometimes I wonder what kind of life should be called meaningful. Full of adventures, colorful or great success? I prefer a life colorful so I won’t feel regret when I get old. At least at present I think so. I have missed out on so many things, I don’t want to lose more. Something new should start in my life.
I believe that he didn’t like me at the first sight. Like so many traditional men in China, he wanted a boy instead of a girl. He turned up several days after my birth—a little bit late for a father, isn’t it? But nature made him love me, he treated me as good as mum. When I was young enough to remember nothing, he played with me, he raised me up, he took me many places—these were what mum told me, and I could recall nothing.
My earliest memory of dad is he dropped me into the swimming pool. I struggled for a buoy, he just ignored me! How dared he! It was fortune that it didn’t make me afraid of water, I could swim well. And every time I talked about this ‘evil’ action, he shrugged and said he couldn’t remember. Ahhhhh.
He was a serviceman. Life in the army made him serious and strict. I never saw him laugh all through my childhood. Actually when I started to remember things, he was too busy to be with me. Perhaps that was why I dare not to get close, he was almost a stranger. I was scared of him and avoided to be with him, the funniest thing was I never admitted that. I didn’t speak to him, either did he. Well, I was not that kind of lovely girl. I was serious, not humorous, even didn’t know how to ask for a hug.
We both changed a lot when I entered middle school. It was the time that I realized I should be the one to break the silence. Maybe time tendered his temper, or he thought it might be a good time to be a tolerant father, we got along well. I surprisingly found that he was quite good at maths and physics, which troubled me a lot. At that period of time, we discussed every night. I dared to make joke with him, touched him, and hugged him. I finally felt we were like father and daughter.
The alcohol made him forget how to keep calm, he always talked more after drinking. He would share his feelings with us, he would say he was proud of me. Sometimes he just acted like a boy. Adorable guy.
He’s still strict but it doesn’t matter, I’ve learned how to ignore this— he is just worried too much, I can speak in a joking tone to ease him. Mum always says I am quite like him, we both have strong spirits. He’s the closest man to me; surely I will be like him.
He never talked much. But I know we love each other. By Legit Online Jobs Scam .
about · daddy · Father · serviceman · Something
My mother and I went to Utah over the weekend. My brother’s wife’s parents have a condo in a small mountain city there. We met my brother and sister-in-law in the airport Thursday night, and drove a rented car up through the mountain roads to the condo. It was dark, and you couldn’t see much, but sometimes I would catch a hazy glimpse through the car windows of mountains looming off to both sides.
I love mountains. I feel happier when I’m near mountains than in any other environment. They make me feel secure and grounded in a way that nothing else does, but at the same time they keep me focused on possibilities and potentials and growth. I love them.
So I was very happy to be there. The only thing is, the city where we stayed is 10,000 feet above sea level. Which is crazy high. So we had to be careful to wear lots of sunscreen. But more problematic was the dryness. Theoretically, low humidity is a wonderful thing. You don’t feel sweaty, and even very high temperatures don’t feel as miserable as they might in a different climate, and your skin stays clear and healthy. But… it was just way too dry. It went beyond the good type of dry. My nose got raw and sometimes bled, and the skin around it began to peel no matter how often I used a moisturizer.
So, I do love the mountains. But I think I would want to live near some slightly lower mountains than the ones where we stayed in Utah.
One strange thing though. I’ve talked about my brother on this blog before. Mostly about how insanely I love him and want him to like me. Well, here’s an update. I give up. I don’t even care anymore. This weekend he was mean to me. Not in a new way: just the same type of meanness he’s always had. Making fun of me, lots of scorn, looks of disgust. And I know I am not the only person he treats this way — it’s just how he is. But it hurts me more because I have spent so long wanting so much for him to like me and approve of me. And I’m sick of it. I’m tired of the longing and the disappointment. He says some little mean thing, and it hurts so much more than it should. I used to be able to deal with it, because I was otherwise fine and happy in life. But right now, I’m not fine and happy anymore, and so I don’t have enough extra energy to cope with it. I feel enough hurt from other things in life, I can’t deal with these little insults of his right now. So I feel that adoration for him dying. I still love him; he’s my brother. But I don’t feel so desperate to be close to him, desperate to make him like me. I just can’t care about it anymore. I give up.
I still want his wife to like me though. I wonder if I should send her a present.
We were supposed to leave Sunday afternoon, stop once in Denver, and get home Sunday evening. But there were storms in Denver and so our flight out of Utah was delayed. Once our flight finally left, the bad weather in Denver continued, and so our plane was not allowed to land for some time. Flights from Utah to Denver should normally take about an hour, but we were in the air for almost three hours, flying in circles waiting for permission to land in Denver. By the time we landed, our connecting flight home had already left without us. So we had to get a hotel room in Denver and wait until Monday evening before we could get on another flight and finally get home. Luckily, my school was closed Monday for the holiday, and so I didn’t miss any classes.
Now I am home and exhausted, but so happy to see my little kitten again after the long weekend away!
