Friends

Do you believe that the true friendship exists between a man and a woman? Well, at least I believe that the chances are rarer. At least one person or even both should work on keeping the friendship as is. When I talk about the friendship between a man and a woman I'm not talking about a kind of acquaintanceship on a saying hello basis, nor am I talking about the friends who communicate on a fewer than 5 times a year basis, or the friendship with the spouse of a best friend, or the friendship between two long distance friends, or the working relationship with a co-worker...I'm talking about a kind of pure friendship between a man and a woman and that kind of friendship is nearly strong as the one between same gender good friends. I know it's rare but I won't give up my belief by complying with and keeping a so-called "friendship" with those "friends".

Why Left

Do you agree that no one is perfect and the same that nowhere is perfect? Stephanie said, "I remembered clearly the happy moments, easily forgot why I left there." I left China; I might still not remember why I left there but I know there were reasons; I might still not be clear about what I wanted to pursue in the future again I know there were reasons; there were ... and future is always right. I like Canada, however, it has its imperfection. Why does this country cause so many people to come and leave again? Just like London, the weather makes people depressive. Canada's winter is too cold and too long. Here we don't know dressing when all what you face every day is snow. Because people are in this similar state here, you just can't grab a sincere friend, and you just can't have them stay. Loneliness and coldness are eating you up every second without your notice. No matter how patient you are, your spirit is running out; your intelligence is running out; you are running far away from your initial wisdom bit by bit. Oh, that's why people here from the same country are just different from the ones still in that country. It's a place to show all the weaknesses of them while they were able to hide them very well in their familiar environment. But still, I prefer Canada.

Never Seen Farther

The French song "Jamais" is so touching for me. There is no "love" in the lyrics but that's my taste; without repeating "love" the feeling is so true. It sings my feeling for Canada. I translated as follows:

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If I'm back like life
if I'm back once again
like an endless wave
if I'm back to you
don't tell me that it's too late
I'm back from a so long trip
to see the sky in your look
and the beauty on your face

I set the time lines
and walked on the other planets
I went to the end of the wind
but it's here that all stops
I did hundred times the tour of the earth
tasted the water of all the fountains
touched the heart of the light
nothing ever keeps me

Where I am till where I will go
there are your footprints
I would like to tell you that I have never

I have never, never, never seen farther than you

...

Si je reviens comme la vie
Si je reviens encore une fois
Comme une vague à l'infini
Si je reviens jusque chez toi
Ne me dis pas qu'il est trop tard
Je reviens d'un si long voyage
Pour voir le ciel dans ton regard
Et la beauté sur ton visage

J'ai dressé les cordes du temps
Et marché sur d'autres planètes
Je suis allée au bout du vent
Mais c'est ici que tout s'arrête
J'ai fait cent fois l' tour de la terre
Goûté l'eau de toutes les fontaines
Touché le cœur de la lumière
Sans jamais rien qui me retienne

Où que je sois, jusqu'où j'irai
Y'a les traces de tes pas
J' voudrais te dire que j'ai jamais

J'ai jamais, jamais, jamais vu plus loin que toi

...

Home

I vaguely remember a friend in the past who used to say, "when I was walking on the street of London, I didn't know where my home was; when I was walking on the street of Toronto, I didn't know where my home was; when I am walking on the street of Shanghai, I don't know where my home is. It seems I don't belong to anywhere and none of them has anything to do with me." He sometimes called at wee hours their time when I was in Shanghai with a drunk voice telling me, "I have everything; I have a car but nobody is sitting beside" "I'm working to death" "I will sell out my last pair of shorts and go back to China never come back" I felt chilly at that time already. I thought we were listening too much to Jiang Yuheng's songs and loneliness became a fashionable topic. Now I know what it is. It's my choice. I call it as being "untouched". Love is lonely, being loveless is lonely and being untouched is super lonely.