I have noticed for a long time,
that all (except one) the guys in my current company,
have beer bellies and moobs.
For those who is unfamiliar with moobs,
its just m(an)+(b)oobs.
No I dread to become like them.
Everytime I look at them,
I see myself.
NO I REFUSE TO BECOME ONE OF THEM!
To love at all is to be vulnerable.
Love anything,
and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken.
If you want to make sure of keeping it intact,
you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal.
Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries;
avoid all entanglements;
lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness.
But in that casket —
safe, dark, motionless, airless — it will change.
It will not be broken;
it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.
C.S. Lewis in ‘The Four Loves’
Who is the better Christian?
No, not the theologian who knows all there is to know about the doctrine and history of Christianity;
No, not the artists, singers, song writers, poets who glorifies God with arts and music and poems.
It is simply the one who loves one another.
"A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this all men will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another." – John 13:34-35
友人问: 你抵挡得了诱惑吗？
那要看是哪种诱惑了。
美食的诱惑我绝对抵挡不了。
美女的诱惑我大概也无法招架。
毕竟英雄难过美人关嘛！
说实话，
其实我没必要担心，
因为根本就是魅力有限，
无缘经历美人劫,
与桃花运无分。
