關於 at fault meaning ，我們在網路上蒐集到這些相關的討論、資訊與評價

伊瓜蘇在南美瓜拉尼語有「大水」的意思。總闊2.7公里，高82公尺的伊瓜蘇瀑布是世界三大瀑布之一。

在《春光乍洩》裡，瀑布群象徴梁朝偉的旅程終結….但往何處去？

接受愛人的離開？接受自己從來只是孑然一身？

這像我們現今面對疫情經常遇到的事。

面對不可抗力如大自然、病毒以至意外，人類如此微不足道。一切皆非我們而起，卻又無從控制。

我的工作不是要分析這幕戲，而是要拍攝它。

最初的概念是要從正上方拍攝瀑布。我們不是拍明信片照，要捕捉的是瀑布抽象的美，展現的某種活力。

當時唯一能做的，就是借直升機拍攝。可是，找來的都不是專門用來拍攝的直升機。面積很小，最多只能容納機師、我與攝影機和助手。

我們決定在直升機邊緣安裝一個架來安置攝影機，再綁上彈簧索，確保它拍攝時不會因懸吊機外而掉下去。

我坐在直升機地板上，雙腿懸吊在架外，唯一確保我安全就是腰間纏着的一條繩，它由助手牽着。

伊瓜蘇瀑布的流量是每秒1,75立方公尺，形成了巨大的拉力， 使我們要再飛高1千米才能拍攝到這瀑布，避免被大水吸進去。

我要拍一個抽象又超凡脫俗的瀑布，然而瀑布群本來又是旅遊點，周圍都是酒店、觀光船和觀景橋。

我們在上空盤旋…我不斷拍攝，但鏡頭總避不開那些酒店，因為我們還未能從瀑布正上方拍下去。

接著我想到一個方法，我向機師提議把直升機機身傾斜向瀑布中心。機師說他試著做。

他把直升機身傾側一方，我也意識自己縱身下去，上半身整個人已懸吊機外。跟死神距離不過是千米之隔，結果全繫於一條繩和一條彈簧索….. 我本有畏高…..或許瀑布群讓我有了「頓悟」…..明白到自己為何堅持拍電影，為何我們還要關心。

於是……我成就了攝影生涯一個最難忘的電影鏡頭：為《春光乍洩》揭開序幕，營造了它的調子。

Iguazu means "big water" the indigenous Guarini language. And being 2.7 kilometres wide, and dropping 82 metres on average these falls are the biggest in the world.

In "Happy Together" they represent the end of Tony’s Journey to …. to what ?

Acceptance of loss of his lover ? We are all alone in ourselves ?

This something Covid 19 is making us all face up to day to day .

How insignificant we are compared to the infinite force that is Nature,
and a virus or accidents that are not our fault and yet not under our control?

It is not my role to analyse the meaning of the scene . I was my job to film it.

The idea was to film the falls from above. Not as a picture postcard, but more like some abstraction of beauty, some kind of celebration of energy.

The only way to do that was by helicopter. The only helicopter available was not equiped for filming. And it was very small. In fact so small that it could carry only the pilot, myself and the camera and my assistant.

We plan to rig a frame around the helicopter and "secure" the camera with bungee cords so it hang suspended outside the helicopter .

I sit on the floor, but my legs have to rest on the frame OUTSIDE. The only thing holding me in is my assistant holding a rope around my waist .

The water flows at 1.756 metres per second over the falls, which creates such a down-pull that we have to fly a kilometre above the falls to avoid being sucked in to them .

The idea is to have an image that is abstract, other-worldly. Problem is that the Falls are also a tourist destination so Hotels and tour boats and bridges all press right up to their edge.

We circle above … I shoot. I can’t keep the hotels and such out of frame . We are not looking directly down enough . What to do ?

I have a bright idea : let’s tilt the helicopter on its side and just hover right over the falls I suggest . The pilot says he’ll try.

He tilts the helicopter . And then I realise I am face down half way outside this machine a kilometer away from death only held back by a rope and a bungees cord … and then in spite of my fear or heights …. Or maybe because of them I have a kind of “ epiphany “ … I realise why I am doing this, that’s we make films, why we care .

And so….we get one of the most memorable shots I have ever made : the one that opens and sets the mood for Happy Together.

Video 影片來源：《春光乍洩》“Happy Together”（1997）
Music音樂來源：Caetano Veloso “Cucurrucucu Paloma”

#春光乍洩 #HappyTogether #王家衛 #WKW #伊瓜蘇大瀑布 #IguazuFalls

Seorang Suami Menemui Sebuah Diari Arwah Isterinya Dan Hampir Pitam Selepas Membaca Kandungan Diari Tersebut Kerana Rupanya Arwah Isterinya Itu Sudah Banyak Kali...
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Apa yang nak aku tuliskan ini, jadikan lah sebagai pengajaran buat semua lelaki di luar sana yang bergelar suami. Kisah ini mungkin menyayat hati bagi yang masih ada ‘hati’.

Hari ni genap 67 hari arwah isteri aku meninggl. Dan selama 67 hari ini juga aku tak henti henti menangis di atas pemergian isteri yang paling aku sayang. Bukan aku tak redha, cuma aku rasa seperti tak lepas.

Seperti ada sesuatu yg belum selesai antara kami. Dan malam ini, aku terjaga bukan kerana tangisan baby yg minta disusukan, tapi kerana seakan terdengar dengar tangisan arwah. Allahu..aku tak kuat.

Aku dah berkahwin selama lebih kurg 3 tahun setengah dengan isteri. Kami kahwin muda. Seawal usia aku 20, dan isteri 19. Di awal perkahwinan, semuanya indah belaka. Aku sgt mencintai isteri sehingga langsung tak boleh berjauhan dengan nya.

Sampai kadang kadang bila kena oustation, aku menangis rindukan dia pada waktu malam (aku bekerja di company milik family, dan dia belajar di ipts dekat dgn rumah) . Pergi ke mana saja, aku akan bawa dia bersama. Hatta keluar isi minyak atau beli top up pun dia akan merengek nak ikut. Isteri aku mmg manja org nya dan type of overly attached wife. Tapi aku tak rimas, malah aku suka.

Kami memang sangat rapat. Tambahan pula kami bercinta lepas nikah. We explore everything together. Bila dia cuti sem, aku akan bawa dia berjalan mana dia nak pergi. Isteri aku cantik orgnya. Bukan aku puji sebab dia isteri aku, tetapi sebab semua orang pun cakap perkara sama.

Bila keluar, kalau isteri aku melaram mesti ada je mata yang duk pandang pandang. Memang aku sakit hati, tapi aku pujuk diri dengan cakap takpelah, dia milik aku skrg. Lagipun aku tahu isteri aku mmg jenis sangat tidak melayan.

Bercakap dengan lelaki pun kurang. Dulu masa nak pikat hati dia pun ambil masa berbulan baru dapat kenal. Dia seorang yang sopan, dan menutup aurat dengan sempurna.

Dari awal kahwin, sehingga hampir setahun, aku rasa sangat senang dengan arwah. Kalau boleh, aku nak ada dekat dengan dia je 24jam. Bila ada kerja luar, aku akan settlekan cepat dan berkejar nak balik rumah.

Namun bila masa berlalu, tanpa aku sedar aku makin banyak berubah. Tanpa aku sedar, arwah makan hati dalam diam. Aku makin jauh dengan dia. Aku sibuk dengan kerja luar, sehingga aku rasa seronok berada di luar berbanding di rumah bersama isteri. Kadang kadang, aku cari je apa yang boleh aku settlekan di luar rumah sebab aku bosan stay dekat rumah.

Sepanjang perkahwinan, mmg aku langsung tak pernah keluar kalau bukan bersama arwah. Apa lagi nak lepak malam malam dengan kawan lama. Sampai laa suatu masa aku join macam macam club kereta dan motor.

Makin banyak alasan aku nak jumpa kawan itu dan kawan ini. Mula mula arwah diam , lama lama dia mula merungut yang dia bosan di rumah kesorangan. Tapi aku tak peduli pun. Kadang kadang dia menangis sebab kecil hati dengan aku. Tapi setiap kali dia menangis bila bergaduh atau berkecil hati, aku tak pernah pedulikan dia. Sedar sedar dia dah tertidur dengan air mata kat pipi.

Ye, aku tahu aku suami yg jahat. Aku biasakan dia dengan layanan seperti seorang puteri, kemudian aku ragut semuanya . Dari seorang suami yang cukup lembut, aku berubah menjadi seperti seekor singa bila bergaduh.

Aku akan ignore dia. Aku akan cakap kasar kasar dengan dia. Tangan aku mula pandai sentuh badan dia (itu kalau dia yg mulakan dulu). Sampai kadang kadang aku rasa mcm jodoh aku dengan dia dah takde.

Kami kerap bertengkar. Dan kebanyakannya berpunca dari sikap dia yang terlalu kuat cemburu. Tapi itu dulu, masa dia hidup. Bila dia dah pergi, baru aku sedar. Dia bukannya cemburu buta tetapi dia mahu aku jadi suami yg soleh. Dia mahukan yg terbaik untuk dunia dan akhirat aku. Allah, berdosanya aku.

Aku mengaku, aku memang susah nak jaga mata. Bila keluar berdua, dan ada perempuan cantik yg melintas depan kami mesti mata aku akan terpesona tgk kecantikan perempuan tu. Padahal isteri aku ada kat sebelah. Dan isteri aku pun sangat cantik.

Tapi aku tak pernah sedar semua tu. Bagi aku biasa lah tu lelaki mmg suka tgk perempuan cantik. Aku tak tahu yang isteri aku sedih dengan sikap aku tu. Arwah selalu tegur. Tapi aku buat tak tahu je. Sampai satu masa arwah dah tak tegur lagi, mungkin dia dah penat dengan perkara sama. Aku memang tak tahu bersyukur. Aku tak pernah rasa cukup dgn apa yg aku adaa. Sedangkan arwah dah cukup segalanya

To be honest, aku juga sukar jaga mata dari pandang perkara haram. Kadang kadang aku terlajak layan video prno. Tapi arwah tak pernah tahu. Sampai la satu hari masa dia mengandung 3 bulan, aku kantoi. Masa tu dia sedih sgt, sampai dapat migrain dan kena admit ward sebab pre eclampsia .

Aku risau sgt pasal baby masa tu. Dan it was the last time aku tgk mende keji tu. Aku dah bersumpah pada diri sendiri yg aku takkan tonton lagi umpan syaitan tu. Aku tak tahu kenapa, isteri aku halal untuk aku datangi bila bila masa tetapi pelacur di website itu juga yg aku nak tengok. Sedangkan t
Sedangkan tbuh isteri lebih cantik dari semua tu. Aku hina. Aku memang pendosa

Mulai hari tu, aku tengok isteri rajin bangun solat malam. Aku tahu, dia mengadu kepada Allah perihal aku. Aku tahu, dia bangun untuk doakan kebaikan bagi aku. Itupun semua aku tahu lepas dia dah pergi. Lepas dia dah meninggl. Lepas dah terlewat semua nya.

Seminggu lepas dia meninggl, aku kemas luggage pakaian dia. Dan aku terjumpa satu buku tebal. Aku ingatkan buku nota study dia. Rupanya dalam tu penuh catatan diari dia dari mula kahwin dengan aku sampai la hari terakhir sebelum di admit ward untuk give birth.

Aku baca semua. Air mata aku tumpas. Akurasa masa tu aku nak pergi gali semulaa kubur arwah aku nak peluk dia, aku nak cium dia, aku nak minta maaf aku nak minta ampun. Aku banyak dosa dengan dia.

“Abang, kenapa abg tengok semua tu. Sayang kan ada kalau abg berhajat? Mungkin sayang tak mengiurkan macam pelakon pelakon dlm video lcah tu. Syg minta maaf kalau syg tak pandai layan abg, sampai abg cari kepuasan melalui cara tu.

Ya allah, kau berilah hidayah pada suami aku. Abang, semoga Allah pelihara abang dari pandangan haram ye. Moga hati dan iman abg kuat ye. Takpe, syg tolong doakan abang setiap malam dan di setiap sujud syg. ”

” Cemburunya tengok abg duk pandang pandang perempuan tu tadi. Mmg la cantik. Tapi syg dah usaha habis baik nk bagi cantik jugakk bila keluar dgn abg

Sehelai demi sehelai lembaran tu aku belek. Dari sekecil kecil hingga ke sebesar besar hal dia ceritakan semua dalam buku tu. Baru skrg aku sedar , aku kurang beri perhatian pada dia selama ni. Dan ada satu luahan dalam buku tu ingatkan aku pada satu detik masa awal kehamilan arwah.

“Abang abang! Rasaa ni baby gerakk la! Aku emmm emm je. Mata asyik duk hadap hp. Bosan dgr dia merengek, aku alih tangan letak atas perut dia. Tapi mata masih lekat di skrin telefon. Dan segala kesedihan tu dia luahkan dalam buku tu. Memang aku dengar dia menangis malam tu tapi aku tak peduli pun. Mmg aku tak pernah nak pujuk kalau dia menangis. Apatah lagi nak tanya kenapa. Allahu.. kejam nya aku. Aku tak pernah peduli apa dia rasa.

Banyak yg aku baca dalam diari arwah. Patut laa dia dapat pre eclampsia (high blood prssure during pregnancy) . Padahal umur baru setahun jagung dan ini first baby. Rupanya banyak yg dia stress dan fikir pasal aku. Selama ni tanpa aku sedar, dia byk hide semua post di fb yg nengandungi unsur tak baik atau gmbr perempuan seksi. Betapa dia nak jaga dan nak bantu aku jadi baik.

Jahatnya aku. Memang aku tak pernah ada perempuan lain. Tapi aku seksa perasaan dan emosi dia. Dari apa yg aku baca, dia seolah menjadi sgt paranoid, memikirkan apa yg aku lihat di hp berkait dengan perempuan sksi, perempuan lain, atau tidak. Aku tak salahkan dia. Ini semua salah aku. Aku tak pernah fikir perasaan dia. Aku anggap semua remeh, semua kecil. Sedangkan dia menanggung derita yg besar.

Aku ingat lagi beberapa hari sebelum dia admit ward utk bersalin. Sewaktu dia nak turun beli makanan, dia sempat bergurau. Abang, rindu laa nak dengar abang ckp “awak jalan elok2 tau. Kalau ada org kacau, jerit nama abg kuat2”. Mmg dulu aku sangat lembut dan romantik dgn dia. Tapi aku xtahu mana semua tu pergi. Bukan arwah tak pernah cakap yg dia rindu aku yang dulu. Tapi aku tak pernah peduli.

Sekarang, semua dah takde. Yang tinggal hanya kenangan. Kenangan yang tak boleh mengembalikan apa apa. Dan arwah tinggalkan aku bersama zuriat kami. Nur amsya imani. Wajah iras sangat dengan arwah. Setiap kali aku pandang wajah anak syurga ini, setiap kali tu wajah arwah terbayang di mata. Allah..macam mana aku nak lalui hari hari mendatang.

Sungguh, aku sunyi. Dan sekarang baru aku faham erti sunyi yg isteri aku cakapkan selama ni bila stay dekat rumah sorang diri. Patut laa selama ni dia tak pernah tidur, dan tunggu aku balik walaupun tengah malam. Rupanya dia tak dapat tidur bila aku takde kat sblh

Aku dah hilang segalanya. Aku dah hilang isteri solehah yg sentiasa doakan kebaikan aku. aku dah hilang isteri yg selama ni jadi penguat aku. Abang rinduu nak naik motor dengan awak, sayang.. mcm awal kahwin dulu.

Pukul 1 pagi awak ajak round taman. Abang rinduu nak gurau dengan awak. Balik laa sayangg.. abg janji abg tak keluar dengan kawan dah. Abang janji abang tak hadap hp 24jam dah. Abang janji abg xpandang perempuan lain dah. Abang janji :(.

Menangis lah air mata darah pun. Arwah takkan kembali. Aku takde apa nak pesan banyak banyak. Tapi ambil laa kisah aku sebagai pengajaran. Tolong laa ambil sebagai pengajaran. Jangan sampai semua terlambat, baru kau nak menyesal. Aku menyesal. Menyesal. Menyesal.
A husband found a diary of his late wife and almost swoon after reading his diary content because apparently his late wife has many times...
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What I want to write about, make it a lesson for all the men out there who are called husbands. This story may be heartbreaking for those who still have 'heart'.

Today is only 67 days my late wife left. And for the past 67 days I haven't stopped crying over the passing of the wife that I love most. It's not that I don't accept it, it's just that I

It seems like there is something unfinished between us. And tonight, I'm awake not because of the baby's cry that asked to be breastfeed, but because it's like hearing the cry of the late Allahu.. I'm not strong.

I've been married for more than 3 years and a half to my wife. We married young. As early as I was 20, and wife 19. At the beginning of marriage, everything was beautiful. I love my wife so much that she can't be far from her.

Until sometimes when I get oustation, I cry missing him at night (I work in the family's company, and he's studying in IPTS near home). Go anywhere, I'll take her along. Hatta comes out of oil or even buy top up he will cry to follow. My wife is really spoiled by her person and type of overly attached wife. But I'm not crazy, but I like it.

We are very close. Plus we love after marriage. We explore everything together. When he's a semester holiday, I'll take him to walk where he wants to go. My wife is beautiful. I don't praise because she's my wife, but because everyone says the same.

When it comes out, if my wife dresses up there must be eyes that are looking at. I'm really hurt, but I persuade myself by saying it's okay, he's mine now. After all, I know that my wife is very kind of not entertaining.

Talking to a man is also lacking. In the past, when he was about to catch his heart, he took months to get to know him. He's a polite person, and cover his body perfectly.

From the beginning of marriage, until almost a year, I feel so happy with the late. If possible, I would like to be close to him for 24 hours. When there's an outdoor job, I'll settle fast and chase to go home.

But when time passes by, without me realizing I change more. Without me realizing, the spirit eats the heart in silence. I'm getting far away from him. I'm busy with outdoor work, until I feel good to be out there rather than home with my wife. Sometimes, I'm just looking for something that I can settle outside the house because I'm bored staying at home.

Throughout the marriage, I will never go out if not with the deceased. What else to hang out at night with old friends. Until one time I joined like a car and motor club.

More excuses for me to meet that friend and friend. At first the late was quiet, long time ago he started complaining that he was bored at home alone. But I don't care. Sometimes she cries because she's small with me. But everytime she cries when she fights or gets discouraged, I never cared about her. Realized that he fell asleep with tears on the cheek.

Yes, I know I'm a bad husband. I used to do her with service like a princess, then I snatched all of them. From a gentle husband, I turned into a lion when fighting.

I will ignore him. I'd be rude to him. My hands are starting to touch his body (that's if he started it first). Until sometimes I feel like my partner with him is gone.

We fight a lot. And most of them are caused by his attitude that is too jealous. But that was the time he lived. When he's gone, then I'll realize. He's not jealous but he wants me to be a good husband. He wants the best for my world and my afterlife. Allah, I am sinning.

I confess, I am hard to keep my eyes open. When both of you come out, and there's a beautiful woman who passes in front of us, my eyes will be amazed by the beauty of the Even though my wife is beside me. And my wife is very beautiful too.

But I never realized all that. For me it's normal that men like to look at beautiful women. I didn't know that my wife was saddened by my attitude. The late always greets. But I just don't know. Until one time the deceased hasn't told me anymore, maybe he's tired of the same thing. I don't know how to be grateful. I have never felt enough with what I have. While the deceased is enough

To be honest, I'm also hard to keep my eyes from looking at illegal things. Sometimes I watch the video too much. But the spirit never knew. Until one day when she was pregnant for 3 months, I was caught. At that time he was so sad, until he got migraine and got admitted to the ward because of pre eclampsia.

I was so worried about the baby at that time. And it was the last time I saw that cruel thing. I swear to myself that I won't watch the devil's bait anymore. I don't know why, my wife is halal for me to come to me anytime but the prostitute on the website is also what I want to see. Whereas t
While the wife is prettier than all that. I am despicable. I am indeed a sinner

From the other day, I saw the wife awake at night prayer. I know, he complains to Allah about me. I know, he woke up to pray for me for the goodness. That's all I knew after he was gone. After he left. After all it's too late.

A week ago she left, I cleaned her clothes luggage. And I found a thick book. I thought it was his study notebook. Apparently the diary is full of notes from starting to marry me until the last day before admitted to the ward to give birth.

I read all. My tears are broken. I feel that time I want to dig back the grave of my late I want to hug him, I want to kiss him, I want to apologize. I have sinned with him.

′′ Brother, why do you look at all that. Love is there if you wish? Maybe it's a pity that you don't like the actress in the video of the crazy video I'm sorry if I don't know how to treat me, until I find satisfaction through that way.

Ya Allah, please give guidance to my husband. Brother, may Allah protect you from illegal opinion. May my heart and faith be strong okay. It's okay, dear, please pray for me every night and every kneel dear. ′′ ′′

′′ It's jealous looking at brother looking at that woman just now. It's really beautiful. But unfortunately I've tried it and it's better to make it beautiful when I'm out with

One piece by one piece I turn into the sheet. From as small to small as big as he says everything in the book. Now I'm aware, I haven't paid attention to him all this time. And there's one expression in the book that reminds me of the early moment of the late pregnancy.

′′ Brother brother! I think this is a baby! Me emmm emm je. Eyes keep on facing hp. Tired of hearing him whining, I put my hand on his stomach. But the eyes are still stuck on the phone screen. And all the sadness he expressed in the book. I heard him crying that night but I don't care. I never wanted to persuade him if he cried. What else to ask why. Allahu.. I'm so cruel. I never cared what she felt.

I read a lot in the late diary. No wonder he got pre eclampsia (high blood pressure during pregnancy). Even though it's only a year of corn and this is the first baby. Apparently he's stressed out and thought about me. All this while without me realizing it, he hid all the posts on Facebook that contain bad elements or sexy women's pictures. How much he wants to take care of and help me be good.

I am evil. I never had another woman. But I torture her feelings and emotions. From what I read, she seems to be very paranoid, thinking of what I saw on her phone related to women, other women, or not. I don't blame her. This is all my fault. I never thought about her feelings. I take everything trivial, all small. While he suffered a big suffering.

I still remember a few days before he admitted to the ward to give birth. When he wanted to go down to buy food, he had time to joke around. Brother, I miss listening to my brother say ′′ you walk well. If someone disturbs me, shout out my name loudly ". I was so soft and romantic with him. But I don't know where all that went. It's not the spirit that he misses the old me. But I never cared.

Now, everything is gone. All that is left is memories. Memories that can't bring back anything. And the spirit left me with our children. Nur Amsya Imani. The face is very similar to the spirit. Every time I look at the face of this heavenly child, every time the face of the deceased is imagined in the eyes Allah.. how am I going through the coming days.

Really, I'm quiet. And now I only understand the meaning of silence that my wife has been talking about all this while staying at home alone. No wonder he hasn't slept yet, and wait for me to come back even though it's midnight. Apparently he can't sleep when I'm not beside me

I lost everything. I have lost my solehah wife who always pray for my goodness. I've lost my wife who has been my booster all this time. I miss riding a motorbike with you, dear.. like I got married early.

At 1 am you invite me to round the park. I miss joking with you. Come back dear.. I promise I won't be with my friends anymore. I promise I won't face my phone for 24 hours. I promise that I don't look at other women anymore. I promise :(.

Crying tears of blood. The spirit will never return. I don't want to order a lot. But take my story as a teaching. Please take it as a teaching. Don't let it be late, then you regret it. I'm sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry.Translated

“Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom.”⁣
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I’ve first heard this quote during an argument with my family member and the quote was read to me with good intentions. At the time I was too ticked off to truly understand the meaning and thought the person to be condescending and trying to place undue blame on me. ⁣
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At the time I did not understand by being a passive reactive participant to upsetting stimulus I was actually putting myself in a torturous prison of my own emotions. Being proactive and mindful isn’t the same as saying whatever awful things that happen to you is your fault. I mean you by all means could 100% be the victim. It does however let you tap into the true reasons of why you’re feeling the way you are and allow you to think in the space between stimulus and response and about the fruitfulness of your reactions. It also allows you to more effectively communicate your feelings in a constructive non- destructive manner and drastically increase the chances of you actually achieving a win-win outcome. It will no longer be just you blowing steam off yet not achieving the real end goal of bringing happiness to you and the person you’re arguing with. ⁣
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Lastly there’s no book more interesting to each of us than a book that talks about us right? Think of it as a self experimental study each time - stay curious, and observe the space, observe the responses ❤️ Could be fun don’t you think?⁣
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英文寫太長了啦夭壽⁣
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你們有沒有過發完火之後⁣
超級後悔自己的所作所為⁣
想把話回收的？⁣
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來來來有什麼經驗可以歡迎分享🤣⁣
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其實呢，⁣
我小時候是個很不乖很公主病的孩子。⁣
爸媽除了會為了成績罵人⁣
還有很嚴厲的門禁⁣
跟不准菸酒之外⁣
對其他生活的要求很少說不。⁣
想買什麼吃什麼去哪裡玩⁣
其實都很寵著我。⁣
雖然不敢在家裡造次⁣
但是在外面小時候是個小惡霸🐑⁣
脾氣很差如果朋友不依著我會抓狂😱⁣⁣⁣
國中開始打工之後⁣
陸續遇到很多很好的人⁣
讀了很多很好的書⁣
還有身邊的朋友都是⁣
不離不棄從小學到大學畢業⁣
都在身旁默默幫助著我改變⁣
讓我知道我行我素⁣
讓情緒驅使其實會傷害到很多人。⁣
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不知道大家有沒有聽過這句話？⁣
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“Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and our freedom.”⁣
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發生了什麼壞事有可能不是我們的錯。⁣
但是在發生的事與⁣
我們做出反應中間有個空間，⁣
在這個心靈的空間裡面⁣
有著我們選擇建設性的反應⁣
或是把我們自己鎖在心靈監牢的權利⁣
在我們的反應裡我們可以成長⁣
也會得到渴望的心靈的自由。⁣
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我們有可能百分百是受害者，⁣
也有可能是別人百分百對不起我們⁣
不體貼我們⁣
對我們沒禮貌等等⁣
別人怎麼對我們怎麼樣我們無法控制⁣
但是我們怎麼去在發生的事⁣
與反應中間的心靈空間裡⁣
思考以及選擇我們的反應⁣
是我們完全可以控制的。⁣
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絕對不是說不能難過不能生氣⁣
只是可以開始比較注意跟省思⁣
為什麼自己會對某些事情選擇某種反應？⁣
了解之後也可以比較接受負面情緒⁣
與這些負面情緒找到最好的共處方法⁣
也可能會進而漸漸的發覺⁣
我們對某些反應特別大⁣
是因為我們加註在他人的行為上的一些⁣
自我本身的包袱，標籤，與偏見⁣
在驅使著我們。⁣
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同一個人的行為⁣
在不同人的眼光裡反應百百種。⁣
在自己的心靈空間裡想一下，⁣
為什麼自己的反應會是如此是很有趣的！⁣
如果有本關於你自己的破解密碼的書⁣
你會不會很想看？⁣
每個人都有打開這本書大看特看的力量。⁣
了解自己可以越不被情緒影響工作⁣
影響生活⁣
影響人際關係⁣
跟剝奪自己舒服過一天的權利。⁣
了解自己⁣
最受惠的不是別人⁣
是我們自己。⁣
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當然啦～⁣
說的比做得簡單⁣
還是得繼續加油⁣
森七七的時候還是會內心一堆三字經⁣
不然就是和朋友大肆吐苦水⁣
然後冷靜完才會花時間⁣
去讀一下關於自己這本書🤣⁣
慢慢來💪⁣
一起加油吧！⁣
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#怎麼感覺往出家的路邁進⁣
#誰發火完有後悔過的舉手⁣
#很感謝很衰老是不會對我說教等我想通的朋友們🤣

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Hi,

Long time no see, this vlog was filmed in November of 2020 and I've been meaning to upload this a long time ago but a lot of things have gone on since then and I'm sure a lot for all of you as well.

These days, I've been enjoying my days with my cats and making vlogs. It has been very therapeutic for me to make these and recently it has been one of my outlets to keep creating once again.

In the past, I felt so pressured to be on a schedule and I was at fault for constantly self-doubting and overthinking myself and my work. So I took the time to dig deeper within myself and have come to terms with what really makes me happy with not just my work but with myself.

Thank you for your support!

Hope to see you guys more on Youtube 🌷
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여러분 안녕하세요 하나블링이에요~

진짜 오랜만이네요,,, 드뎌 sns을 쉰 이후로 첫 결과물 11월달에 찍은 브이로그 인데요... 사실 이거 미리 올렸어야되는데, 6달을 쉬는 동안에 너무 많은 일들이 있었는데, 여러분도 똑같이 많은 일들이 있었을꺼 같아요.

요즘은 소소하게 브이로그를 만들고있으면서 너무 재미있고 힐링이되는 느낌이 들어서 맛에 들렸어요. 지금 브이로그를 꾸준히 찍으면서 그거에 자극을 다시 받아, 무기력 했던 저에게 다시 열심히 할수있는 이유가 생긴거같아요.

전에 했던 컨텐츠는 스스로 많은 압박을 느껴서 내 자신과 작업물 들을 지나치게 생각하게 됐던거같아요. 그래서 몇달간 쉬면서 여기까지 왔네요 ㅋㅋ;;

그동안 저한테 힘이 되줬던 분들을 너무 감사합니다.

유튜브로 자주 뵈요 :)

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サベージ（Savage）とはスズキ株式会社が製造販売しているクルーザータイプのオートバイであり、正式な車名は型番のLS（エルエス）である。排気量別に数車種が生産されていたが、現在国内での販売は行われていない。
Savage (Savage) is a motorcycle of the cabin cruiser type that SUZUKI MOTOR CORPORATION. is doing the manufacturing sales, and a formal car name is LS of the type turn (Eles). Sales in the country are not being done now though numerical models were produced according to the displacement.
LS650Savage

LS650Savage began selling in 1986. Meaning that "Savage" is ferocious and violent. It was named from the image of Barticalbiggshinglengen of installed 652cc (four air cooling stroke single cylinder). Running that makes the best use of a low-speed torque : by not taking closing in the motorcycle of the racer replica type in the speed limit though the max power of the engine is 30 horsepower. Do ..chassis of the belt drive drive.. silence, and the pulse of the single cylinder engine is fine quality Cantadayo ..floatage.. .. It is an American motorcycle of a body, an engine, and a special design unlike a domestic production American type of the first generation that nothing but lowers the seat amount of an existing vehicle till then and makes to the improvement steering wheel.

The maximum feature is a point that the inside and the vertical single cylinder engine of the category of a lot of Americans that are were installed in the motorcycle of two V type cylinders that mimics the Harley-Davidson. It can be said that the conception of installing the single cylinder engine in the American aimed at another directionality of the easiness American. However, it became a production stoppage to regret it for a spoil of the sound and the vibration that was the maximum senses element of the single cylinder engine by the adoption such as balancers and too mediocre designs in about three years. However, the fan of the charm of the single cylinder engine and Corabo of American is popular now as the base vehicle of the custom machine that can make up for the fault of the design etc. without few.

It is a kind of motorcycle that is originally also the middle displacement (400cc the super-750cc or less) though it is one of the reasons among which it is popular that obtaining is difficult because the number of sales is little, and loved by a so-called expert. Maintenance also passes ten years so well also by obtaining the Mente part unit and is difficult. It is manufactured as "S40" of Blbardoshirez that is the export vehicle now for North America though sales in the country ended.