CR8IVE

不知道是我们的一生像那只猫…还是那只猫的一生像我们

有时候很努力了，但结果却是个屁

今天我想吃水煮鱼了

男人一定要会修电脑

好坏的家伙

为什么我是醉生梦死

幸灾乐祸…迟早有一点会落到自己的头上

不正经的家伙

甲:她：“老公。帮我接杯水呗。”
他：“石头剪子布。谁输了谁去。”
她：“算了。我自己去吧。”

乙:他们坐在一起看韩剧。她起身。他问“干吗去？”
她：“去接杯水。”
他：“你坐这看吧。我去给你接。”

女人多可怜。她对男人唯一的要求就是“疼她”。你可以什么都没有。只要你疼她。她就有足够的勇气把自己的下半辈子交给你。

甲:他晚上下班。给她打电话“宝贝儿。我晚上和朋友出去吃饭。”
她：“你不是答应我陪我逛街的吗？”
他：“改天吧！”
她默默地流泪。为什么每次都是这样？

乙:他下班的时候打电话给她:“亲爱的。别人给我一张奥运会的票。巴西队啊！一会儿我去看球了啊。”
她：“哦。这样啊。好吧。”
他：“怎么不高兴了？”
她：“你忘了。上周说好今天我朋友和她男朋友请我俩吃饭啊。”
他：“哎呀。对不起亲爱的。我忘记了。那我把票给别人吧。我陪你去吃饭。”
她：“不要了。吃饭可以改天。或者你先去看。我们等你。”
他：“那不行。答应你的事情必须得做到。再说你自己跟他俩在一起像电灯泡似的。你肯定不舒服啊”
她：“没事……”
没等她说完。他很强势的告诉她“好了。听我的。你收拾一下。我一会儿去接你。”

其实女人不是不懂事。只是。她需要碰上一个懂事的男人。其实。情侣之间。是可以互相的。

甲:他：“我晚上出去吃饭了啊。”
她：“几点回家？”
他：“九点之前肯定回家。”
九点半，她：“你怎么还不回来啊？”
他：“十点。肯定回家。”
十一点。十二点。一点。两点……
后来。她不再打电话催他。因为她知道。对于不守承诺的男人。一切“肯定”都是“未必”。

乙:他：“我晚上出去吃饭。九点之前肯定结束。然后我俩去看电影。”
她：“你能那么快就结束吗？”
他：“放心吧。我答应你了就一定能！”
快到九点的时候。他：“收拾一下吧。我马上就到你家了”

信任。是在一件一件小事中建立起来的。

甲:她生理期。身体不舒服。顶着疼痛洗衣服。收拾屋子。
他坐在电脑前面玩网络游戏。
她干完活。躺在床上。长出了一口气。
他看了她一眼：“宝贝儿。辛苦了！”然后转过头。继续玩他的游戏。

乙:她生理期。很难受。起身准备洗衣服。
他拽住她：“你去床上躺着。我来！”
她：“你会做家务吗？你自己洗过衣服吗？”
他：“不会做可以学着做啊。以后你身体不舒服的时候。我当然得独挡一面！”

女人需要的不只是甜言蜜语。哄她几句。她也许会给你一个微笑。但是实实在在的呵护。她会对你一辈子的感恩。并且会回报给你一个温暖的家。

甲:她给他拿了一包榛子。然后她去洗衣服。
回来的时候。榛子已经被他吃得所剩无几。

乙:她拿给他一包榛子。然后自己去收拾屋子。
回来的时候。她看见电脑前面放了一堆剥好的榛子仁。

女人很感性。她炫耀你对她的体贴。就好像炫耀克拉钻一样。这么廉价的买卖。用一点心思就能收获无比的财富。

甲:他说：“你是最好的。”
她问：“我哪好？”
他：“学历高。能力强。长得漂亮。对我又这么好。”
她笑了。

乙:他：“你是我所遇到最好的女孩儿。”
她：“我哪好？”
他：“你对身边的每个人都很友善。很无私。对人对生活总是很感恩。一个人有一颗善良的心。会让周围的人感觉到温暖。你是我见过最善良的女孩儿。伤害你的人都应该下地狱！”
她哭了。

一个人。是因为你对他好。所以觉得你好。
一个人。是因为懂得你的好。所以想要对你好。
幸福的恋人。首先应该是一对彼此欣赏的知己。

我的世界因你而多彩~~

每个人都有自己的珍爱

有时候深情的表达不是千言万语

而只是短短的三行文字

但是它的力量足以催人泪下

苹果总裁在斯坦福大学的演讲，how to live before you die….

听了之后感触良多啊～

呃….其实这个演讲练习听力还是不错的…呵呵～

下面是演讲稿….好像是英文的…而且非常长….

I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I’ve ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That’s it. No big deal. Just three stories.

The first story is about connecting the dots.

I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?

It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: “We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?” They said: “Of course.” My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.

And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents’ savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn’t see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn’t interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.

It wasn’t all romantic. I didn’t have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends’ rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:

Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn’t have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can’t capture, and I found it fascinating.

None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.

Again, you can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

My second story is about love and loss.

I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.

I really didn’t know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down – that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.

I didn’t see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.

During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple’s current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.

I’m pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn’t been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don’t lose faith. I’m convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You’ve got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don’t settle.

My third story is about death.

When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: “If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you’ll most certainly be right.” It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: “If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?” And whenever the answer has been “No” for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.

Remembering that I’ll be dead soon is the most important tool I’ve ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure – these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn’t even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor’s code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you’d have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.

I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I’m fine now.

This was the closest I’ve been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life’s change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960’s, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.

Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: “Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.” It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

Thank you all very much.