Future is Shaped and Chained by Its Culture! – Fair Treatment of Women Symbolizes Further Civilization and Economic Efficiency!

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Days ago, some articles jumped into my eyes: Missing Out On A Real Estate Boom and Women Managers In Asia-Untapped Talent via Alberto Forchielli’s blog. They talked about China’s record on the issues of women’s equal rights and unused talent among Asian women within the perspective of the economy.

As a Chinese woman, such articles touched my innermost sentiments and surprisingly informed me of the different situations of other Chinese women.

Rights come together with obligations. Chinese families lay such important heavy roles to their men. Some of these men get stuck struggling to meet the great expectations (obligations) and fall short. In the money and success orientated China today, those who do not look at money first and those who are less socially efficient feel the burden of this expectation from the parents or in wider sense the extended family to pass on their Name to the future (guāng zōng yào zǔ 光宗耀祖 – Honour and shine the Ancestors). Carrying on the Family Name with its obligations has been such a great issue for the Chinese society centered on its most important units: families.

Luckily, I was born to a teachers family of a few generations, who has always been trying to be fair with my brother and me. My parents have the same family name. I don’t know if all the Wangs are of one family 500 years ago, but it saved my educated — thus in a sense advanced — parents the trouble of choosing whose name to pass on, father’s or mother’s! LOL Yet as I am a woman who married into another Name, there is no more joke here! I automatically lost my name to my son. That is why girls lose favours on important issues such as Real Estate ownership regardless of their performance!

It is very much worthwhile going further into the importance of the sons for the families. To the majority of Chinese families, there exists a blended expectation for their sons to become their old age support with the responsibility of Passing on the Name.

My brother was sent to study Chinese medicine for 5 years in University, yet he fell in love with music on one summer vacation after I showed him THE GUITAR! (the root of the trouble here). My father wrote a letter behind his back to his friend who wanted him to join a music band. He said in the letter: “Leave my son alone. If he leaves school, I will not let you go!”. My brother actually never mustered the courage to raise the question to my father, because it was so out of the question and he was destined to finish his medical university and to become a doctor, for his parents and for himself, as Chinese parents always think and know the best for their kids! My brother only found out what his father wrote to his friend a few years after…

My brother has been framed by the family expectation and his wish to be a musician was not approved. Four years after barely graduating from medical University, he quit his doctor’s career and stepped on a path his ancestors had no knowledge of and would never approve. He would never have imagined that he would be so torn apart between his dream and his important role for the family! He would never have experienced these unbearable sighs and constant negatives comment on his financial instability and incapability to take responsibilities even for his own daughter, let alone his obligations for his aging parents!  He would never have experienced his father’s distant, almost indifferent scorn on his not having listened to their advice of keeping his Golden Rice Bowl and him having to float around China in the bars where “vulgar rich business men” go NOT for his music! Yet that is his choice and I hope he will never regret!

You might ask me: why do you talk about Chinese men instead of women? I believe, without knowing this particular culture which places such important roles for men, we will never understand how it treats its women. As Lao-Zi said, that everything has a counterpart, as day to night, small to big, useful to non-useful, men are relevant to women’s life in all their spectra.

As a girl, I was spared from this great expectation. All I got was the best of all what a girl could have: a loving father and a strict trainer mother (normal dad and strict mom makes the smartest kid, LOL). I would be married out to another family — even though since 1949 we no long have to bear the name of the husband (Chairman Mao set us free, yeeeee!) — but I would be holding the internal house business for another family. Therefore I needed skills for running the internal family affairs. So Mom did well. She trained me in all necessary skills since I was 5 years old. I was trained to wash clothes, help cooking, carry water twice a week, chop wood for cooking, plus all sports at school, etc. My mom trained my courage as well by sending me walking all alone 3.5 km from her village primary school to my father’s high school at age 6.

My brother was spared from all household chores. I don’t know if it was because of his laziness or my mom’s subconscious thoughts: chores were not important to men, as traditionally men always had wives to take care of them just like her husband being taken care by herself. I don’t know neither if it is because having a 2nd child, a busy strict teaching job and FULL household management just didn’t leave her any time nor patience! Weirdly, Mom has served Dad as a traditional woman holding the whole sky at home while she listened to Chairman Mao and held the other half of the sky at work bringing back almost half of the family income! Even though she had the motive to help her son to become a man who should share the sky at home or release some pressure from the liberated new women or at least treat his wife equally in the practical sense — I say that, because educated Chinese men DO respect their wives spiritually — it seems that she never made enough efforts to do so. This motto she used to train me: “上得厅堂,下得厨房” (show up nicely in grandiose halls and mess up in kitchens) was not the one for him. “I would do anything for you if you put all your time and heart to study!” was the killing motto to his ability to understand that money and success are not the only thing to make a marriage or family work.

Fairness and justice are 2 words too easy to say, yet very heavy to carry in life. The inborn quality of our ancestors and the casting moulding ability of the culture shape the minds of our offsprings, and thereafter those minds shape our future! What we think and how we think directly or indirectly determine our behaviour patterns that further mould us into the same mentality. It is like an unbreakable chain that can just go on and on.

This chain needs to be broken. My farmer grandfather’s wise action of sending my mom to Normal school instead of marrying her to one of the PLA generals (to the wish of my miserable grandmother) has been the greatest hidden event of my life! My mother had a step-mom who had lost her previous husband and was driven out by the late husband’s family upon her son’s death, like a useless piece of furniture. She became so miserable, she passed on all her negativity and abuse, silently hampering my mom’s complete liberation. As a new woman of new China, Mom still didn’t not have enough time and chance to break away from what had been moulding her, for just as time is consistent, so are culture and history, so are the mentality and behaviours. But how to break away from the culture that has much wonderful nutrition and loving intention behind these seemingly harsh push? In the end, I find it disgraceful, ungrateful and ignoble to blame my parents or my ancestors for any bad mark they put on us because we should just acknowledge their effort and the impact,  and vie for change. I love my parents and this complicated country so much that I accept who they are and honour them with my best effort simply for the life they gave me!

This cultural pattern of putting all the expectations to the name-carrying sons explains the unfavorable economic situation of women, and this pattern has endured the 63 years of New China with little change in its intrinsic nature, in comparison with the western women in Europe, North American, and especially Quebec (French speaking Province of Canada whose population had been controlled by the mentality of the Catholic Religion)! The rights of women can only be achieved by effort from both sides: men and women together.

Vive l’ouverture de la Chine! For China, it is the hammer that will further break the chain, at least for some of us, Chinese men and women, then slowly for the Nation, simply for the love of life!  Each of the 2 counterparts has to be sound, complete and happy, thus making life fun and efficient, either in our personal daily life, social life or economic life! Some advanced western countries have shown many excellent examples of how to play the game in life, so we, Chinese men and women, open our eyes, watch and learn! I left China for the purpose of breaking completely the chain. Along with me, I brought my son, first to help mould him into a gentleman who will rely on himself,  and further help him to be able to treat others including women the way it should be for an interesting life for himself and for a fair game that will enable  him and people around him to win in the proper sense.

 

O’Reilly’s Irish Pub in Kunming, China!

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Back in Kunming, for already 50 days this time. I do come back for my obligations almost every year except 07 and 08.

Born in China and having lived in Sichuan and Kunming, Yunnan for 38 years, weirdly and very uncomfortably, I find that I am going through the 2nd cultural uneasiness from my own country, own culture and own people after working and living in Montreal only for 12 years! I do not say shock, because the 1st time was a real shock and it had made my mind stronger and my immune system tougher.

I guess that is the fate of anyone who lives across countries and cultures! We are curious people who are attracted by the honey of flowers, the essence of lavender, the heat of the sun and the enlightened souls. We search for novelty and invention, our hearts glitter with direct warm eye contact and our souls indulge in appreciation of different forms of creatures and existences… We are also passionate people who can not stand boredom a single minute nor repetition for centuries of the same moral teachings, the same tune that sings the miseries of its people for thousands of years…

We are people who do not feed on misery. We feed on happiness and “looking-forwardness”. It is not at all that we do not understand life can be hard and miserable, it is truly that we accept life as it is and face it with noble attitude, feasible solutions and graceful tolerance. We tend not to judge because we know that we do not know enough to do so and we are becoming more sincerely modest about right and wrong. Our conscience of standards for matters is becoming clearer and yet blurred at the same time. Especially as a Chinese — or still a Chinese in foreigners’ eyes and a “foreignized” Chinese in Chinese eyes — I am slowly but surely, after 12 years, beginning to see the wider horizon of the universe, in its subtlest ways that I often feel wordless, but beautifully numb about…

Yet, my insightful (modestly would be in-side-full) wonderful feelings and widened horizons meet with ice that has been frozen for centuries. For sure, we can not generalize matters and people, yet we can if we narrow our categories and terms of descriptions and summary. I will not do that here, because it will make me seemingly shallow and heartless. But I can tell you how I feel.

I have been feeling very cold here in Kunming since coming back. Physically of course, there are days with 3-4 degrees outdoors and 7-8 degrees indoors for 24 hours… Thinking of my home in Montreal, with -25 degrees outside and 23 degrees inside… Yet, there are things that are even colder and more depressing. TV programs and vision of people around…

My parents are in front of the TV every night and they like to watch the programs telling miserable stories of Chinese daily life. You would be surprised how many programs live on this kind of subject and how well they do. It seems that we have no misery in Canada or elsewhere, but this is definitely not true! The difference is that here in China, the programs have moral teaching whereas over there, they are news without much emotional bombs and exaggerated sad music to put salt on the wounds. Foreign TV programs treat audiences as normal human beings who have the intelligence and basic empathy to understand the situation. Here, not so, we are all kids, in front of the TV moral teachings, in front of parents, in front of school teachers, sometimes, even in front of friends… Of course, 70% of the population can afford to finish high school and the people’s behaviour is always another look from the 10 years teachings…

China has been a country without insurance for its people ever since the history. The single-party system (Kings’ Sovereignties and Communist Party) has left heartless treatment of its majority lower classes of people in constant fear for so long that they forget about everything else but try to be secured. Yet, I regret to utter these ugly words from my soft and loving heart, Chinese have not succeeded in nurturing their people into this wonderful quality of being carefree and having this marvelous ability to enjoy soul liberty. Their ways of obtaining security is by gathering money individually and hammering into the bones of their children this holy responsibility of respecting their elders in time of sickness and for the last stage of their lives. This has been a great tradition of China to solve the old age problem. They make sure with every way possible (TV, newspapers, etc.) that they own their children as their life and medical insurance, but not smartly as western countries have been doing since the 1920s.

There is a BIG dilemma in Chinese culture. Chinese are, if you are their friends or families, very warm and even over killingly nice in treating you, yet on the other hand, some one could run over an unknown 3 year old kid and many just passed by without even noticing,with their mind some where else. You could have heard on TV that some old ladies grabbed no matter whom to blame for her fall in order to blackmail for the medical expenses. Absolutely most Chinese would think I am a fool smiling at them on the streets while I am not their friends, nor their families…etc.

We work hard over seas. Some turn out excellent, some don’t and some are living their miserable lives across the ocean, just as the Chinese here. It seems that they would wish you do bad over seas so that they can continue feeding on our miseries and feeling proud of themselves not being any where else in the world. Many, like my parents refuse to believe that I could still be happy after 2nd time of divorce and still in a status of legally single. They have to know that I have a boyfriend so that they will give some credit to my happiness, otherwise, they will for sure say that I have become psychic being ALONE too long, lol.

The 2nd week after I was back, seeing that I was happy as a bird, whistling and laughing around my condo (my parents occupy it), my mom commented with a careful sarcasm that I was about to have my menopause! I was not knowing how to react on her either almost vicious or too funny comment on her dear daughter who bought her 1st condo in Jiang An Living area, sold and bought the 2nd beautiful spacious condo with an elevator with front and back gardens for them, which is now worth 1.5 millions. I also started giving them a some of 20k RMB as their birthday gift since 2010,less alone the fact that I moved their son’s whole family from Sichuan to Kunming in 1995, helped their son with the down payment (a gift) for his condo after his divorce…

I never wanted to mention my glorious Chinese deeds for my family before I heard my dad said that I was becoming more like foreigners who are, in their eyes, selfish, mean (小气), and who do not understand relations and affection of a good family (hohoho!!!). They, and many others including my son’s dad thought that I made a big mistake getting my son to Canada and my mom said clearly that my niece going to Milan Italy is another mistake.

I do not know what I did was ever right in their eyes anyway! Yet, as a foreignized Chinese who probably does not understand the relations and affection of a GOOD family, I tolerate them as people who still live in fear, before for things that had their reasons, and now for the fact that they are getting close to their last stage. Yes, I should be here for them as their last straw for escaping their fear of death, financially and emotionally secure them before their due time, only that I have to be prepared that there will be no gratitude from them for doing so, as the “glorious Chinese tradition” make some people take granted their children’s kindness…

Again about my niece, I know the NY best seller: Eat, Sleep and Pray is among the books my niece reads. She is a nicely mild and intelligent girl who agreed to her aunty’s strong opinion on her coming back after studying in Milan. The aunty said they have to benefit from the investment, and it seems that the aunty is one step ahead of my mom, or my mom knows that their teachings will be lost to my niece’s own judgement in later years…

I feel cold, cold in such a city famous for its warm weather all the year round. I miss Montreal, my nice cozy home that I designed and partially executed. I love the tranquility by the river St-Laurent where I hear no noise of greed, worries and fear. I love Helen, Paul and Isabelle, my neighbours. I love the fact that Canadian seldom talk about money as a way of security (at least now, and I am very lucky). Maybe I do not live among the poor there, well, my parents can surely not be classified as poor in China with 100 thousand Yuan a year (20 thousand from me), 80% medical expenses taken care, a free condo to enjoy the sun…I do not understand what they are afraid of, compared to those many truly miserable people in China and in the world…

Then, I found this little O’Reilly’s Irish Pub close to Feng Huang Cheng (where I have my condo). My darkened and frozen life suddenly lit up. They do have a gas heater at the entrance and another air-conditioner on the 2nd floor. I popped in one day and investigated. Nice authentic 2 floor Irish style pub ran by Tim, Adrien and Mimane, all under 30 years old of age. For sure they know that I like their Pub, yet I wonder if they really understand the true reason. Yet Tim can only understand given he himself is a Belgian now 20 yrs gone…and not really Belgian anymore…and Mark, an Australian who has businesses in China, would most definitely resonate some of the pain and joy, nonetheless opportunities for endless unreachable goals for the ordinaries…

This little lovely pub, in my heart, has become a kind of special, non-bleaky white colour home to the freezing soul of an estranged (strayed) Chinese, in a far away cold Spring City in China. The experienced I unnaively know that in other Irish Pubs go the stories of similar frozen hearts… I also know, on the other side of this same and different world of me and my parents, they are coldly lost as well by letting their insurance ME so far away and so estranged that they could never hear all the yeses they have always been dying to hear…Who can be their O’Reilly’s Irish Pub which can warm their hands and feet, and lit up their souls? It might be me to be the path, but the hard thing is that they do not drink, especially Irish Guinness.

My parents do not understand English! lol, My love for them will never change as I had promised myself that I would always bring them along with me . I love them so, not because I am a traditional Chinese who understand the relation and affection of a GOOD family, it is because I am a widely traveled and better informed world citizen and I met my dear Stephanie Kribs and Chris Van Gorder with a few others who showed me this special love other than the love I knew between family members and friends, otherwise, my parents have to bargain,  if not manipulate,  for more of my love with no bait (NY Times Article: Bargaining for A Child’s Love). Mature love or love with strong conscience does not change!

Thomas Jefferson’s Edited Bible!

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This article comes from: TYWKIWDBI (“Tai-Wiki-Widbee”), “Things You Wouldn’t Know If We Didn’t Blog Intermittently.” and originally from: a 2008 article in the Los Angeles Times

Hai Bo’s comment on this article:

That is what I believe God should be. We can not neglect the power of having a belief, yet God might not be the one whom others tell us or use to tell us what to do. Nonetheless, it is of no scientific approach(psychological) and attitude(practical) to be cynical about belief because of the existence of non-godly behaviours. I believe in God exactly as Jefferson does. He is a great and intelligent man.

Article itself:

President Thomas Jefferson’s edited Bible

From a 2008 article in the Los Angeles Times:

Making good on a promise to a friend to summarize his views on Christianity, Thomas Jefferson set to work with scissors, snipping out every miracle and inconsistency he could find in the New Testament Gospels of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. [top]

Then, relying on a cut-and-paste technique, he reassembled the excerpts into what he believed was a more coherent narrative and pasted them onto blank paper — alongside translations in French, Greek and Latin… [below]

The big question now, said Lori Anne Ferrell, a professor of early modern history and literature at Claremont Graduate University, is this: “Can you imagine the reaction if word got out that a president of the United States cut out Bible passages with scissors, glued them onto paper and said, ‘I only believe these parts?’ ”

Like many other upper-class, educated citizens of the new republic, including George Washington, Jefferson was a deist. Deists differed from traditional Christians by rejecting miraculous occurrences and prophecies and embracing the notion of a well-ordered universe created by a God who withdrew into detached transcendence.

Critics of the time regarded deism as an ill-conceived attempt to reconcile religion with scientific discoveries. For rationalists in the Age of Enlightenment, deism was one of many efforts to liberate humankind from what the deists viewed as superstitious beliefs

In a letter to [physician Benjamin] Rush on April 21, 1803, Jefferson said his editing experiment aimed to see whether the ethical teachings of Jesus could be separated from elements he believed were attached to Christianity over the centuries.

“To the corruption of Christianity I am indeed opposed,” he wrote to Rush, “but not to the genuine precepts of Jesus himself.”

“Say nothing of my religion,” Jefferson once said. “It is known to myself and my God alone. Its evidence before the world is to be sought in my life; if that has been honest and dutiful to society, the religion which has regulated it cannot be a bad one.”

 

Steve Jobs

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Steve Jobs…We can decorate our lives most grandiosely,
We can describe our feelings most wonderfully,
We can have our meals most delicious,
We can listen to music most pleasing,yet, all for the reason that
we,
just can not verbalize
the colour
the emotions
the smell
and the sound of the other world…

There are moments when tears would change into running pulse,
moments when cries turn into trembling of hands,
moments when air is not enough for our soul,
and moment when there is merely silence…

Short Story – Life in Romance!

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Soul in Love and Life in Romance!I arrived at the block building where Lili lives with her son. I slid into the gate following two people who were just entering. The old mister was a bit startled by my swiftness and laughed:

— “Geez, you are fast!”

I was quite amused with myself, sliding into the gate the way like Stanley danced the swing in the movie The Mask!

I was happy to have made people laugh by being funny and unpredictable. I almost always feel light, it seems I have got wings! Maybe it is because I’ve lost 4 kilos in the past 12 months and I physically feel good and light?

Lili opened the door. I heard her sweetly calling my name and she introduced me to a lady who was sitting by her dinner table. Her name is Pei and she stood up to greet me with a light smile.

— “Lili always talks about you,” she said. I felt a little shy when people give me compliment although I am not at all a shy person.

She is a fine lady with a slightly darker complexion. She moves and talks in a very graceful way, quiet and smooth, without a trace. She was not shy nor too outgoing. When she smiled, it was light and casual, nothing special or exciting. I saw a dark space on her left conner of her mouth. She missed a tooth there, but it made her somewhat peculiarly sweet and charming…She was there to babysit as I was taking Lili out to a business meeting at the Marriott Hotel in Ville Saint-Laurent.

The simple meal was ready and the three of us sat at the table while the energetic little boy was hauling out the toy box, trying to dump its contents all out right after his mom had put them away.

— “Zhuang Zhuang, hold it! Please do not dump them out. It is time to have supper!”

To my surprise, the little boy stopped, went to the other side, and started pushing the box back into the room. He is a sick boy with Fibroma, a sickness that is hindering his ability to speak and might develop into cancer at a later stage. His dad had left him and his mom a year and half after they landed in Canada from China.

Lili had prepared steamed fish, fried rice and a terra cotta pot of soup. She finished eating quickly and left for her shower.

— “She always saves the food for her son.”, Pei told me. Obviously, Pei had a deep and quiet sympathy for Lili and her son. She ate quietly most of the time, leaving me to find a subject to talk about. I have been in sales for eight years and I have learned to listen and adapt to different people with different interests and manners. She seemed not very much interested in the subject hence I stopped. There were bits of silence that left me the chance to read her.

Between her graceful and soundless way of eating, I saw something abnormal. Her hand was shaking when she helped herself with the food. I thought at the beginning that it was because of the hot soup, but the second time, I saw clearly that her hand did tremble when she was cleaning the table. She was so careful not to show that she had became a bit nervous. I thought she must be tired. She appeared nice, sweet and beautiful, but the gaps in her graceful movements, the unsureness of her body and dullness in her eyes and on her face just could not hide the deep secret of her life.

We slipped out the door when Pei followed the boy into the bedroom. In the car, the GPS fell again from the front window shield!! I picked it up and spit onto the little suction cup to make it stick harder on the glass window! Lili giggled at my ungraceful action and she peeped at me like a little girl. We exchanged glances as if we were up for some mischief!

— “Your friend, Pei, did you meet her at the Church?”

_ ” Yes! ”

_ “She is very nice and she does not look 51! I would say close to 40!”  Yes, eh? We Asian girls are genetically lucky to have silky skin even at age of 50!

— “Yes, yet you would never know her situation though. She is still recovering from a suicide attempt!”

Really?!  I was shocked! …though not without any preparation for something abnormal, but not to an extreme like this. I suddenly understood her, yes… the look, the slowness, the gaps, the reluctance hidden behind her light smile, the trembling of her hands…

I felt I was already crying inside and would imagine her lying on her bed with an empty bottle at her side and all the sleeping pills in her body

I saw myself in 2003, sitting on a big rock by the St-Lawrence River as my second marriage was disastrously falling apart! Tears were running down my face, rain drizzled silently on my hair and clothes! Me — a person who had been so strong and who had never cried since I was 25 years old — felt the hopelessness, the vulnerability and enormous frustration that would seem to end my life! I was startled by a man standing behind and turned my head around.

— “Are you ok? I have been watching you for quite a good 20 minutes now”. Obviously, the gentleman was very much concerned about me staying in the rain without a rain coat for this long!!! I do not know if it was this gentleman who saved my life or it was just that my life was too precious to end after all.

I thought Pei had married a Chinese and it would be the usual sad story of a Chinese couple not being able to deal with the shocking effect of migration from one culture to another. But I was wrong. Pei was well married to an English Canadian, working for a big famous company as an engineer for years. They met 15 years ago and were happily married. At that time,  Pei was just as pretty as the orchid and as fresh as the water lily. Of course, no man could ever resist her beauty.

Alas, wonderful life, so many times, offers us hot temptation to our naive and innocent hearts and leads our souls into a dead end relationship that would take “to be or not to be ( Hamlet of Shakespeare )” to break away and break through! We have just so much time to get to know who we are while growing without guidance and recognizing the places we fell before. The courageous ones never wait till we know who we are before doing things despite the fact that we, of course, got “hurt” often ( refer to point 2 on this page ). Yet isn’t the feeling of being “hurt” subconsciously turning into moments when we become more and more conscious of our status? So often, we would just forget about our fragile hearts and repeat the same stories only in different languages, different countries and different time. After all, we are made to follow our endorphin despite of all possible rationalistic side of our brain…

Life just means so different to different people. Pei would stay home while her husband went hiking, skiing, playing tennis, etc. She would follow her husband on trips only to please him and had no interest at all in anything he was interested. She would love to knit a sweater, or cook at home or stay home reading a book. They had never any arguments or disputes over anything. Then they divorced 3 years ago.

She was laid off after, but finance was not a problem for her, because the company gave her a little parachute that takes care of her need. It was her ex-husband who found her drugged and thus she is still alive today…

I would imagine the pressure for both of the idea of leaving each other. The relationship might have been long dead, yet no one ever wanted to utter first…After all, they did love each other, or they still do love each other in the big way.

What would stop us from feeling hurt while not losing the Romanticism that we need so much to live? After separations and separations, we tend to close our hearts to romanticism thinking that we surely won’t get hurt if we study and test, wait and see. We definitely have no conscience that Romanticism is not Romanticism when everything is clear and after we know everything. At the same time, difficulties and even tragedies paint mystical colors to Romanticism that makes it irresistible. The stories of classical Romeo and Juliette and many other stories alive like that of Pei have been the extension of this luxurious factor of life quality.

Angel in our heart! I can still be happy for Pei. She had her moments of romance, even though she got lost before and now. I would hope deeply that she could find back her love and interest for life and I wish to be an angel to heal her wounds by bringing her romance again into her still pretty life, the romance of falling in love with life and its beauty!