我对压力的看法

最近看了电视台新闻频道一个关于“压力”的节目，有自己不同的看法。作为电视台，应该说是抓住了一个具有典型意 义的话题，因为在当代社会，竞争日益激烈，使得越来越多的人有了种种生活压力，诸如工作、家庭等等方面的压力。这是一个带有普遍现象的现实问题，它使 很多人感到了生活这个沉重的担子。

我觉得如果处处感到生活的压力，那么你的生活还处于一种被动状态。你始终被外在的事物推着走，在这样的处境下自然会 感到种种压力向你袭来了。如果你换一种角度，充分发挥你的主观能动性，以积极乐观的态度去面对生活，去迎接生活，我相信你的压力感便不会那么强烈的。你甚 至感觉不到压力的存在，你会变压力为动力，以此去实现自己美好的理想和愿望。在那个电视节目的测试中，有的人就没有感觉到压力，这与他们有着不同的生活态 度是秘切相关的。我想只要能积极乐观地面对生活，你就不会为压力所困扰。假如你消极悲观，那么面对这样一个竞争激烈的社会，你自然会处于被动状态，以致会 感到无所适从。生活虽然有残酷的、阴暗的一面，但她总体而言是美好的，是令人欢喜的。

你如果处于一种浮躁的心态，必然也会感到巨大的生活压力。现今浮躁的人颇有一些，他们总是急功近利，总想轻松而快速 地得到想要的东西，于是无形中便给自己增添了压力。工作轻松，责任小，收入高，是许多年轻人向往的东西。这确实够诱惑人的，然而世上哪有那么美好的事呢！ 好东西是要靠辛勤的努力得来的，人人都想不劳而获，可能吗？假如你怀着一颗平和的心，默默地耕耘你所热爱的事业，最终你就会水到渠成地实现美好的理想，而 压力在你面前自然都不存在了。压力，使你处于被动的地位，使你感到生活的沉重，何苦呢！生活多么美好，我们不应该为压力所困扰――只要积极乐观地去面对生 活，压力在我们面前就必然会迎刃而解！

说到这，我还得感谢一人。因为她在我面对种种压力和困难时，给予不遗余力的支持和鼓励。。。她曾经看告诉我：“其实，压力是一种推动力，有了推动力才会有进步”。。这一番话，像春雨，像小溪， 流入我的心田。虽然话儿不多，但分量却很重，语话里的每一个字，都深深敲响我的心悬。。。至今仍无法忘记。。我把这话当成“乐于宁静”，就从被动一变而成主动，从无奈转变成喜悦了。所以，积极乐观的生活态度，是我们消除压力、克服一切困难的良方。人们总爱用鲜花，掌声迎接成功者，但须知成功的路上坎坷，荆棘，崎岖，有人爱用责怪，嘲笑对待失败者，但须知失败中包藏着希望，孕育着胜利。



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The Wet Loving Kiss

My mum grew up in a traditional Chinese family where open expressions of love were never encouraged. When she had me and my three siblings, she treated us the with the same hard hand. It was not that she was a slave driver or anything, but she never openly showed affection. Instead, she demonstrated that she cared in more practical ways.

My parents couldn't have been more different emotionally. My dad is a really open-hearted person who constantly showers us with hugs and kisses no matter the occasion.

The difference between my parents was never stark than during the times I brought home good test results from school. My dad would practically jump for joy, offering warm and affectionate words of congratulations. And my mother? "Ah, good, good," she would typically say with a tense smile etched on her face. "Do better next time, OK?"

I tried not to grudge against her for being so reserved. That was just her way, I reasoned.

It was the kisses that we children secretly yearned for. I received a peck on the cheek from her once in a while when I was a small little naive kid. I can remember the kisses, awkward and wet, from her lipstick. I would rub the smudge on my cheek, trying to look disgusted but secretly glad to get a once-in-a-blue-moon kiss from mummy.

Last year I was called to attend one of the choir practices in my secondary school. I desperately wanted to get there. Since we lived quite far away from school, 10 kilometers away, my dad had to drive me all the way to school before attending office. My mum, being her usual worrywart self, said she wanted to come along since she had to attend a company's yearly meeting with dad. As soon as I boarded the car, I just plopped down onto window seat and turned my back to my mum. She knew what I was like and sat down beside me without saying a word. I was drained mainly because of last night's farewell party that ended very late. I looked sick but insisted to attend the choir practice. Dad was immediately furious at me, he scolded me and asked me to quit joining choir, saying that it would be the last time he would sent me. While I lashed back at my dad, tears started flowing down from my snore eyes. The depression that i had was beyond words could describe. I could no longer bear the scolding. As the car pulled onto highway, drowsiness began to take over and i was asleep in no time.

Not long afterwards, I was awakened by the pitter-patter of rain on the window. I kept my eyes closed- it allowed me time to think and just relax. My head was lolling to the left, close to my mum. Then, just as I was about to open my eyes, I felt her hand caressing my cheek. That really threw me off. I squeezed my eyes tighter, not knowing what to expect next.

I heard her murmur, "I support you," And then it came: a wet kiss, tinged with the familiar feeling of that usual lipstick, on my cheek.

I was stunned. As tears again welled in my eyes, I turned to the other side to prevent her from seeing them. I slowly opened my eyes and stared out the window, gazing at the trees whizzing past on highway. The lump in my throat just kept growing and growing. I practically had to force it down to prevent my mum from hearing me sob.

Never in all my life did i expect such a gesture from my "colder than stone" mum. It made me realise that she did love me, even though she never made a big show of it. Instead she demonstrated her feelings through all the little things she did.

I did not think I could face her without bawling my eyes out. However, with all the emotional strength I could muster, I turned towards her. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly open. As i gazed at her face, peppered with wrinkles and lines that showed her age, I realised at that point that I was looking at my mother in a whole new light.

Then, as if my stare had awakened her from her slumber, her eyes fluttered open and she turned to me. "What? Do I have something on my face? Or?! Aiyo...Why are your eyes so puffy? Don't be bothered much by daddy's scolding... Everything will be fine after that..."

I held back a smile as I listened to her go on and on. For once, I was not irritated or annoyed by what she said. It was just her way.

I finally understand that all she does is out of love, and that means more to me than a wet loving kiss....

The true strength of mankind

The true strength of mankind lies in their ability to bounce back after suffering dissappointments in life. You're great when you are on top but greater when you can get back on top after falling down from it. Shit happens in life but there is no reason to stop trying just because you failed once, twice, thrice and so on.(ok in some instances you don't have the luxury of unlimited chances) The loser will one day get his victory...

I will be the one...

心目中的女神

不在乎天使的面孔，魔鬼的身材...只在乎她落落大方的谈吐举止，并带有一丝楚楚可怜令人疼惜与想保护她的样子。不妒嫉，不挑剔和不无理取闹更是男人梦寐 以求的对象。 哈哈先来一个虚构女神...把may hui的天真活泼， shi ning的单纯， ling yuan的淘气， suet mei的斯文大方， may chi的高雅和智慧以及min wern的样貌与身材全部加起来...不得了! 我想象看见这个合成版女神时，心都会溶去...每每被人问起为什么还是单身，我都无言以对...为什么？我不挑剔但我也不勇敢表达...我只会暗恋而且在 没有适当的鼓励并不会主动出击。（典型的水瓶座男孩）

最后想想，妈咪还是我心目中的女神。 选美轮不到她，诺贝尔奖也没她份，但她会是这世上最爱我，最疼我，最爱拉我耳朵的女人。 她煮的菜也会是最棒的。 任何一个女人能有她十分一都会是我心目中的女神...哈哈我不算太贪吧！

沒有 "常在心" 的日子

心情已经渐渐平复，或许泪水已经流干了。 我做了一些很不该的东西，但是我真的不知道还可以做些什么...该哭都哭了，该说的也说了...我很想往前走，可是每当我做每一件事的时候，我都会想 哭...我的心真的很痛...谁可以医治我的痛楚? 人人都说时间可以冲淡一切，但这一刻我还是放不下。我知道这么做对某些是不公平的，但我不是圣人，我只是一个普通的人...我已经厌倦了当好人...这个 坏人就让我来当吧！这个世界或许就是这么残酷，我一直以来想信的理念已经背叛了我。我不想再当一个没人会欣赏的好人，一个人人都不放在眼里的无名小卒。有 谁曾经把我认真看待过呢？我此时此刻并不厌恨任何一方，我只怪我自己那么无能，应该做的事我却没去做，不该做的事我却全部做齐了。我一经没有能力再面对某 些人...请原谅我的无能...就让我自己默默承受吧。

没人欣赏的无名氏。

The Coffee Lesson

A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor. Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress and work in life. Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups- porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite- telling them to help themselves to the coffee.

When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said: "If u noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress."

What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best cups and were eyeing each other's cups. Now consider this: Life is the coffee, and the jobs, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life, and do not change the quality of Life. Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee God has provided."

So, don't let the cups drive you... Enjoy the coffee instead.

"THE HAPPIEST PEOPLE DON'T HAVE THE BEST OF EVERYTING. THEY JUST MAKE THE BEST OF EVERYTHING."