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The USA is the place I was born. Canada is the place I was raised. Taiwan is the place in my heart.

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

Shaken and stirred

The earthquake hit last night around 8:30pm, as I was in my room working away on my computer- writing up a final exam for one of my classes next week. The US Geological Survey measured it at 7.2 on the Richter scale. The Central Weather Bureau (CWB) in Taipei measured it at 6.7. I was sitting on one of those chairs with wheels, so the swaying effect of the earthquake was intensified as my chair rolled back and forth.

I got up and went into the livingroom where my parents were and we sat around waiting, watching and listening as the building visibly shifted, and the walls swayed and creaked from side to side. I wondered what we should be doing to stay safe, or to secure things from falling or breaking. We live on the 29th floor, so what was there to do? There was nowhere to go, nothing to do but wait it out. Even though we were quite certain that our building was earthquake safe, it was rather unsettling. It was a reminder that when that time comes, or when certain situations arise, we are powerless, completely defenseless.

Afterwards, when I was in the bathroom standing over the sink getting ready to go out and meet up with some friends, I actually felt a little woosy and wobbly. Then the second one hit. (The CWB measured it at 6.4) This time it felt like the building was bouncing up and down! That's the first time I've felt an earthquake like that. Most earthquakes rock and shift, leaving you feeling a bit off balance, as if you're seasick, but this second one was much more intense but shorter. The glass doors to our built-in wall display units flapped open and closed, and sliding doors rolled back and forth. Amazingly, through it all, nothing fell or broke.

When it was all finally over, I wondered if it was safe to venture out. As we listened to announcements over the building intercom, we learned that one out of three elevators was out of commission.

I was more shaken than I expected- feeling a little throbbing of the temples and minor headache, but figured that getting out would do me some good. As I walked into the cool, brisk air, I felt grounded.

Life goes on.

Sunday, December 17, 2006

Nice guys finish last, and nice girls don't stand a chance

Oh the woes of nice girls- have been on my mind lately.

Since when did being nice become such a bad thing?

If you're too nice or give too much too soon, cynics wonder.

Perhaps it is precisely because that they haven't earned it that they don't appreciate it

Why would someone do this? She must be manipulative or needy.

Maybe it's simply a confident woman's form of initiative, an invitation.
Why shouldn't a woman "put it out there" or let a man know she's interested?

If you give too much or when it's not asked for; you won't be appreciated and run the risk of being taken for granted.

She was too nice, too accomodating, she gave in; the man got bored.

What's a nice girl to do?

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Generosity must be extended without expectations
Otherwise resentment breeds
Resentment is a relationship's silent poison