【一筆一畫的秘密】THE SECRET IN YOUR NAME
(English writing below)
師父曾說,如果自己運氣不好時,可以多寫自己的名字來補運,但只限吉祥的名字。😁
「李季謙」這名字是我師父取的。我的原名,主頑固,與六親和他人的關係不好。名字裡有帝王之格,很年輕就會做領導性的工作,但帝王帶兵打江山時,必定會有血光之災,會受傷流血,因此原名有開刀住院格,而且到老都是如此。
當時我和師父沒見過面,是我第一次打電話給師父時,他在電話中爲我分析名字。他說的都對。確實在我十二和十三歲時,我的眼睛就已開刀過兩次,還留下疤痕,也因長期腸胃不好曾住院。無論是家裡或外面,人緣都不好。我讀書時,就已被老師認定有領導能力。出來工作時,事業運賺錢能力也扶搖直上。可以說,無論我在哪裡就職,要突顯自己的才幹,得到官位或加薪,從來不是問題。但,一切的好,都必須付出代價。
我原本是單姓單名,父親取的。父親、爺爺、大伯和我妹一樣是單姓單名,很是獨特,令許多人誤以爲我不是新加坡人。因爲名字別緻,又有延續李家傳承的感覺,我告訴師父我不想改名。
師父便笑說是我固執作怪,不要改名的原因不實際。真正要延續家族傳承,讓祖先臉上有光,不是保留個名字就算,而是自己本事做出來的事情。如果自己的名字讓自己一直出事,何來的成就可言,又豈是祖先想看到的?祖先沒讀什麼書,如果懂姓名學,他們怎可能不要我有個好名字助運呢?
我特別喜歡我名字裡的「謙」字。師父說將來我會有大成就(他沒說是哪方面),這字會提醒我不要太驕傲。因爲人紅是非必定多,這「謙」字的甜度,比我原名更討喜,能減少許多別人對我的誤會。
師父取名,甚是用心,有遠見。因為我尚未拜師,根本沒想到自己會做今天這樣的工作。
我的身分證仍然保留原名,算是對祖先的一個交代。但在外和家人之間,都是稱呼我的新名。我覺得就猶如有些人爲自己取洋名一樣,祇是漢字的靈動力遠遠超過英文字母,能夠給予我的加持是非一般的。如果你現在稱呼我的原名,我還會倍感陌生呢!
我改名已13年,確實一年比一年好。
學姓名學,必需先學八字學。因爲名字是後天,八字是先天。名字是用五格來斷吉凶。每個字有自己的五行和音律。讀不懂客人的八字,無法深入知道她他名字的缺憾在哪裡,更沒辦法以一個良名去彌補她他八字的不足。可惜我在姓名學方法沒有天賦。學了許久,能很好的解析一個名字,卻無法爲客人取良名。所以需要改名的客人,我都介紹他們去找師父。
但,人是多疑的,有些祇是空有發財夢,卻並非幹大事的料。
客人中,有些拖了許久,才聯絡師父。如果是爲自己,就算了。但有些是爸爸媽媽級的人物,爲自己的愛情結晶,也依然自私。
事先已告訴某位媽媽,她孩子名字很不吉利,會如何如何,我勸她去找師父改名。她說會來找我看孩子的八字,我笑笑。妳在我面前說的是幾句真話,妳當我真不懂嗎?怕傷了妳的自尊,給面子不說破而已。
後來,幼女真的出事了,她才嘗試聯絡師父,說她認為現在是「好時機」。(不是錢的問題)
母愛,不見得真的是最偉大的。雖然孩子不是她最疼的,如此拿孩子的命運來冒險,也是有過失。
大家要懂,你口中說的「好時機」是你自己的一種感覺,不見得和現實吻合。說不定,因為你的婆媽,你已錯過了最佳的時機了。
另一位男客人,也說他會找師父改名。我一樣笑笑。一個男人,有多少本領,就算沒有照片,在臉書私訊裡講幾句話,我便已知。更何況,我已見過他本人三次。他,最終也沒有找到師父。
改名改命,不是你拿錢給我們,我們就「應該」、「必須」、「肯定」爲你服務。你在一旁偷偷觀察我們時,我們也一樣在觀察你,看你有多少耐力與誠意,看看你會不會去幫助社會。
自古,學風水命理的都知道,客人必須有德,我們才能教他如何改命造命。這是祖師傳下來的戒律。違背了這個戒律,爲了名利,胡亂教導,罪業深重。自己不是見死不救,如果真是這樣的心態,我們何必寫那麽多文章,免費供大家閱讀冥想?祇是有些人,真的不能讓他好命有錢,會累人累己的。
不是錢跟地位,決定你能不能夠有良名。你的八字,你的面相有德,你自然而然就拿得起一個良名。
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Shifu once said that if you find your fortunes dwindling, you can write your name in repetition to boost your luck. Condition is it must be an auspicious name in the first place. 😁
My current Chinese name 李季謙 was given by my Master. My old name dictated my stubbornness and poor relationships with my family. It carried the fate of an emperor, which explained my many leadership positions from a young age. Like an emperor leading his men to fight for his empire, there was bound to be bloodshed. This will cause me to incur more injuries, that call for surgery and hospital stay, all the way to old age.
At the time, I had never met Shifu in person. In my first phone call to Shifu, he analysed my Chinese name over the phone and was accurate on every count. Indeed when I was 12 and 13 years old, I underwent 2 eye surgeries and had scars to prove for it. Due to long-term stomach issues, I was hospitalised before. Be it family or external relations, I did not have good interpersonal relations. During my schooling days, my teachers saw my leadership qualities and groomed me. After I started working, my career luck and money-making abilities were always rising.
You can say that, no matter where I went, being recognised, getting promotions and pay raise were never a problem for me. However, as with all things good, there was always a price to pay.
My original Chinese name only had a single Chinese character, given by my father. His own name, just like those of my grandfather big Uncle and my sister, is also of a single Chinese character. It was different from the norm and because of that, many thought I was not a Singaporean. I felt my name was quite special and formed a continuity of the Lee’s family lineage, so I told Master that I did not want to change my name.
Shifu laughed at my stubbornness and impracticality. He said the true way of continuing the family lineage and bringing glory to our ancestors lies not in a name, but in achievements accomplished with my own abilities. If my name was going to bring me misfortunes, how would I have any sustainable achievement and would my ancestors wish to see me constantly in trouble? Given the little education of my ancestors, would they not want me to have a good name to aid my fortune in life, if they had known better?
I am especially fond of the character 謙 in my current name. Shifu predicted that I would have great accomplishments in the future. Although he did not said in which aspect, this character would remind me not to be proud, as gossip tends to surface when one's popularity surges. The sweetness in this character 謙 is much more likeable than my original name, and it will help minimise misunderstandings others have of me.
Shifu always put in such meticulous effort and foresight in crafting Chinese names.
I was not even a disciple of him at that time. I had no idea I would be doing what I am doing now.
My identity card still retains my old name, as a mark of respect to my ancestors. But in my work and with the family, I use my current name. I think of it as somewhat like coining a Christian name. Most people do not have their Christian names in their ICs either. But my edge is that historically, Chinese Han characters are more powerful in influencing one person's luck, than English alphabets. So the empowerment I get is definitely extraordinary. If you address me now by my old name, I would feel very alien indeed!
Since my name change 13 years ago, I have seen improvements year after year.
When we learn anthroponymy, we must first master the subject of Bazi. Because names are acquired, whereas Bazi are inherent. The auspiciousness of a Chinese name is determined by the five grids. Every Chinese character and its pronunciation has a different unique element. If you are unable to decipher the Bazi of a client thoroughly, you will not be able to find out what is regrettably missing in his/her Chinese name. Nor will you be able to come up with a good name to make up for the lack in the client's Bazi.
Unfortunately, I have no talent in anthroponymy. While I can analyse a name very well, I am unable to coin good Chinese names despite learning for many years. Hence, for clients who have this need, I always refer them to Shifu.
Alas, humans are suspicious by nature. Some only dream of riches but have no real ability to achieve it.
Among clients, some took too long to contact Master. If it is only for one’s own benefits, I could not care less. But some were parents seeking improvement for their own children, yet were too selfish to act swiftly.
I once told a mother that her child's name was very inauspicious and what would happen in the future. I advised her to look for Shifu for the change of name. She said she would seek my help in getting her child's Bazi read.
I smiled to myself. You really think I have no idea how much truth there is in your words? I kept mum because I did not want to hurt your pride.
Later on, her youngest daughter really got into trouble. She attempted contacting Shifu, citing that "it is a good time now". No, she didn't have money issues.
I had seen enough to say this: a mother's love isn't always the most noble.
The daughter was not her favourite child. But to risk your child's destiny this way, it is a sin.
Please understand that your “right moment” is based only on your own feeling, which may be incongruent with the reality. For all you know, you might have let the "best moment" fleet past because of your indecisiveness.
Another male client told me that he would definitely look for Shifu to change his name. I also just smiled. I do not need to meet a man in real life, to know how much real ability he truly has. It is telling enough from a photo or a mere few words exchanged via PM. Moreover, I had seen him thrice. He eventually did not seek Shifu's help.
Just because you are willing to fork out money, it does not mean we MUST, SHOULD, SURELY will serve you.
Changing your name and destiny for a fee is not a given, nor is it our obligation. As you secretly observe us from the sides, we are also doing the same. We see how much sincerity and perseverance you have and whether you will give back to the society.
Any one who learns Chinese Metaphysics should know that since ancient times, a client must have virtues before we can help him/her to transform and establish his/her favoured destiny. This is a precept laid down by the grandmasters. If we flout it for the pursuit of profits and fame, we would be heavy sinners.
Do not think of us as someone who will watch you sink and die. If we are indeed of such character, why would we put up so much free content, videos and articles, for your consumption and thinking? There are indeed people that do not deserve more riches in life, otherwise havoc to oneself and others will ensue.
Wealth and status do not decide if you can have a good name. If you possess virtues in your Bazi and facial features, you will definitely be able to carry a great name.
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In first grade, a boy named John— a notorious troublemaker—systematically chased every girl in our class during recess trying to kiss her on the lips. Most gave in eventually. It was easier to give in than keep running. When it was my turn, I turned and faced him, grabbed his glasses off his weasel face, and stomped on them on the hard blacktop. He ran to the principal’s office and cried.
In fifth grade, I was asked to be a boy’s girlfriend over email. It was the first email I ever received. He actually told me he wanted to send me an email, so I went home and made an AOL account. We went to a carnival and he won me a Garfield stuffed animal, and then he gave me a 3 Doors Down CD. A few days later, he broke up with me, and asked for Garfield and the CD back. I said no.
In sixth grade, a girl in my year gave head to an eighth grader in the back of the school bus while playing Truth or Dare.
In the summer after sixth grade, I kissed a boy for the first time at sleep away camp. He was my summer love. During the end-of-the-summer dining hall announcements, where kids usually announced lost sweatshirts and Walkmen, an older girl stepped up to the microphone, tossed her hair behind her shoulders, and proudly stated, “I lost something very precious to me last night. My virginity. If anyone finds it, please let me know.” The dining hall erupted into laughter and cheers. She was barred from ever coming back to the camp again, and wasn’t allowed to say goodbye to anyone.
In seventh grade, I told my brother I decided when I was older wanted a Hummer. What I really meant was I wanted a Jeep, but I didn’t know a lot about cars. My mother overheard and screamed at me for “wanting a Hummer.”
In the summer after freshman year of high school, I went to sleepaway field hockey camp with many of my close friends. One of them, named Megan, I had been friends with since kindergarten. One night when I was showering, she ripped open the curtain and snapped a photo of me on her disposable camera. I screamed. She laughed. We both laughed when I got out of the shower a few minutes later. After camp was over, her father took the camera to the convenience store to get it developed. When he gave the finished photos back to her, he said, “Your friend [Anonymous] has grown up.”
Sophomore year of high school, one of my best friends Hilary had a party in her basement while her mom was away. We invited some of the guys in our grade and someone’s older brother bought us a handle of vodka. One of the boys who came sat next to me in Spanish class. His name was Thomas. I remember playing a simple game, where we passed the bottle of vodka around in a circle and drank. I remember being happily tipsy and having fun, to suddenly being very drunk. Thomas and I started chanting numbers in Spanish, and he leaned towards me and kissed me. We kissed in the middle of the party, with all of our friends cheering. Then we went into Hilary’s bedroom.
Hilary’s bedroom was in the basement, on the ground floor, with a large window next to her bed. When someone went outside to smoke a cigarette, they realized it was a front row seat to what was happening in the bedroom. It was dark outside, and the light on was in the bedroom. They called everyone outside to watch. I don’t remember getting undressed, but apparently we were both completely naked in Hilary’s bed. A friend of mine told me later she tried to open the door and stop what was happening, but Thomas must have locked it. They said they pounded on the door. I don’t remember hearing them pounding. I don’t remember seeing everyone’s faces outside the window. I remember Thomas holding my head down, and shoving his penis into my mouth. I remember trying to resist, pulling back, but he held his hands firmly on my head, pushing my face up and down. That’s all that I remember.
The next day, my friends and I went out to dinner at one of our favorite local restaurants. I couldn’t eat anything, and it wasn’t because I was hung over. Every time I tried to put food in my mouth, I felt like I was choking. Anytime a flash of the night before appeared in my mind, I felt like vomiting. My friends sat with me in silence. Then they told me a girl named Lindsey, who had briefly dated Thomas freshman year, had stood outside and watched the entire time. Even after everyone else stopped watching. My friends said they didn’t watch.
On Monday, Thomas and I sat next to each other in Spanish. We didn’t speak. We didn’t make eye contact. I went to the girls bathroom and threw up. I hear Lindsey and Thomas live together, now, ten years later.
Junior year of high school, my teacher for Honors Spanish was named Señor Gonzales. Señor Gonzales had all of the girls sit in the front row. Señor Gonzales called on any girl who was wearing a skirt to write on the chalkboard. Señor Gonzales asked a friend of mine, who had broken her finger playing an after school sport, if she broke her finger because “she liked it rough.” Señor Gonzales was a tenured teacher.
Senior year of high school, I got my first real boyfriend. His name was Colin. He was on the lacrosse team with Thomas. He told me that sophomore year, Thomas told everyone on the team what happened that night at Hilary’s. Everyone cheered. Colin said that, even then, he had a crush on me. Even then, he wanted to punch Thomas.
Colin and I lost our virginities to each other. Colin said if I got pregnant, he would make me have the baby. He didn’t believe in abortion. Colin said if I got pregnant, he would make me have a C-section. Colin said that if I didn’t have a C-section, my vagina would be too loose for him to ever enjoy having sex with me again. Colin said that he wouldn’t let our child breastfeed. He said his mother gave him formula, and that he turned out just fine. I didn’t get pregnant.
Junior year of college, I lived in Denmark for the spring semester and studied at the University of Copenhagen. Copenhagen is one of the safest cities in the world. Guns are illegal there. Pepper spray is illegal there. One night, my friends and I went to a concert at a crowded club in a part of the city I didn’t know very well. I brought a tiny purse with money, my apartment key, and my international cell phone. For some reason it made sense at the time to put my purse inside my friend’s purse. Maybe I didn’t feel like carrying it. We were both drinking. My friend left the concert to go home with her boyfriend. One by one, everyone I was there with left the concert, until I was suddenly alone and I realized I didn’t have my purse, or any money for a cab ride home.
I started walking in the direction that felt right. I walked for a long time. I had no idea where I was, and didn’t recognize the area. It was almost 4 am. I was on a residential street when a cab pulled up next to me. I asked the driver if he could drive me to an intersection down the street from my apartment.
I don’t have any money, I said.
I really need your help, I said.
I will do it for free, he said.
Sit in the front, he said.
I sat in the front. We drove in silence for some time, until he pulled over on the side of a dark street.
I don’t want to do it for free anymore, he said.
He locked the car doors and reached across the center console and slipped his hand up my skirt. He grabbed my vagina. Hard. I pushed his hand away and unlocked the door. I ran down the street and realized he had taken me a block away from the intersection I wanted. I walked to my apartment and threw rocks at my roommate’s window until she let me inside. She yelled at me for waking her up. I escaped. Nothing happened. I was fine.
The summer after I graduated college I helped Hilary find an internship. She was an art major and wanted something for her resume besides waitressing. We found a posting on Craigslist to be a studio assistant for a painter in the Bronx. It was listed as an unpaid internship. The toll for the George Washington Bridge was twelve dollars, plus gas, but she got the internship anyway. She wanted the experience.
The artist was a 38-year-old Canadian painter named Bradley. Hilary was 22.There was another intern there, an art student from Manhattan named Stella. Bradley needed assistants to help him make bubble wrap paintings. Stella and Hilary would take a syringe and fill the tiny bubbles with different color paints until it formed a mosaic. Bradley always had Hilary stay after Stella left to clean the paintbrushes and syringes. He told Hilary she was beautiful. More beautiful than his wife, who he only married for citizenship. He told Hilary they had a loveless marriage. He told Hilary he wanted to have her beautiful children. They began an affair. He told Hilary has wife knew and didn’t care. He told Hilary he was going to leave his wife soon.
Everyday Hilary drove to the Bronx, cleaned Bradley’s paintbrushes, and had sex on the studio floor. Everyday she went home with no money, and everyday she paid the toll at the George Washington Bridge. She needed the internship for her resume, she said. It was too late to find a new job, she said.
I could go on. I could tell you a lot more. About the whistles on the sidewalk, the kids who sat at the bottom of the stairs in high school to look up our skirts, my friend who was a prostitute in South Carolina, the men who’ve cornered me in parking lots and bars calling me a tease, the unwanted grabbing on the subway, the many times my father has called me fat, the time I traveled to the Philippines and discovered Western men pay preteen locals to spend the week in their hotel, the messages on OKCupid asking to “fart in my mouth.” About how I wasn’t sure if I had been raped because I was drunk and kissed Thomas back. How he raped my mouth and not my vagina, so that must not be rape. How easy it was for me to escape the dark street in Copenhagen, and how that made it not matter since “it could’ve been worse.”
Men have no idea what it takes to be a woman. To grin and bear it and persevere. The constant state of war, navigating the relentless obstacle course of testosterone and misogyny, where they think we are property to be owned and plowed. But we’re not. We are people, just like them. Equals, in fact, or at least that’s the core of what feminism is still trying to achieve. The job is not over. We’ve made great progress. There are female CEOs, though not very many. There are females writing for the New York Times and winning Pulitzer prizes, though not very many. There are female politicians, though not very many. But these advances are only on paper. The job won’t be over until equality permeates the air we breathe, the streets we walk and the homes we live in.
I think back to how easy it was for me, in first grade, to feel fearless and strong in my conviction to stomp on John’s glasses. I felt right in reacting how I did, because John’s behavior was wrong. But his was an elementary learning of the wide boundaries his gender would go on to afford him. For me, it would never again be so easy.
— Anonymous, age 25
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※ 引述《dirrtybon (阿尼)》之銘言:
: 最近寫信常常在結尾需要寫到
: 有任何問題 請和我連繫
: 我是寫成 Any further questions, please feel free to contact with me.
: 但被人揪正缺少if主詞做為開頭
: 正確:If you have any questions, please feel free to contact with me.
: 我想請問若是以口頭語來寫的話
: 以Any further questions, 做為開頭的句子
: 對英語系國家的人來說 他們有可能會如此簡略嗎?
: 亦或有沒有其他簡略的口語用法
商用信件等正式文件盡量避免使用較口語化的用詞,所以糾正後的文句較恰當
而省略過後的any further questions?是一個問句,
做為開頭句子有點奇怪,不會如此簡略
"有任何問題 請和我連繫"可以翻成
If you have any questions, please feel free to contact me.
Should you have any questions, please do not hesitate to contact me.
You are welcome to contact me if you have any questions or concerns.
簡短的用法則可以用let
EX: Let me know if you have any (further) questions.
: 還有這句
: Any further questions about prices please continuing to contact with me,
: we could negociate.
: 這句文法對嗎?? 假如不對的話,應該怎麼改比較恰當?
: 謝謝orz。
就文法來說可以改成
If you have any further questions about prices, please continue to contact me.
We could negotiate.
不過有點台式英語的味道XD
像中文我們常說"請持續和我連絡"和"歡迎來信協商"沒什麼問題
但直接翻成英文會感覺怪怪的
可以當成"對價格有任何問題 請和我連繫"翻成
If you have any questions about prices, please contact me.
queries
也可以把價錢和問題分開寫
Above/Below is our pice list. If you have any further questions, please......
"歡迎協商"部分有需要可以用
There is room for negotiation.
You are welcome to negotiate prices with us.
Prices are negotiable.
僅以一英文學習者的角度回答,希望有幫助~
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