11/04/23 - I talked to a lot of fortune tellers, and they finally narrowed it down that an archon was watching over me.
“Heard a case from a lawyer friend of mine today. A super rich guy is getting a divorce. The combined marital assets is about 500-600 million RMB. The lawyer fees alone were a million RMB. To be honest, he was super excited to take this case. So excited that he stayed up all night, reading up on case precedents.
And then, after a week, they said they weren’t going to get divorced at all.
It was only then that he heard the full story of what happened. So the rich buy was eating dinner with his wife’s best friend and her family. In the process of dinner, he got attracted to the best friend’s gentle and elegant vibes, and the best friend was moved by his honour and manliness, and so they ended up getting together. As they got closer to each other, the rich guy became more and more impatient with his wife’s temper and couldn’t tolerate his wife any longer. And the best friend couldn’t stand how her husband wasn’t a CEO either.
By the way, the rich guy’s wife’s family are pretty wealthy too, and she’d been helping to run the family business since she was a little kid. She studied out of state too, so she has a very resolute and straightforward personality. Her best friend’s husband is also from a fairly comfortable family, and was a very sweet guy. But he is a bit too close to his mom, and his mom made a lot of decisions for him. So this explains how the rich guy and the best friend got together—they’re the same kind of trash.
Anyway, back to the case. The rich guy told his wife what had happened, and the best friend confessed to her husband too. And property was at least easy to divide. But both families had kids, and both of them had two kids. So custody became quite the sticky issue. Who’s gonna take the older kid? Who’s gonna take the younger kid? Who’s getting the boy? Who’s getting the girl? No one was willing to back down.
At the end, the two families met up to negotiate, and the process made the two cheaters’s hearts drop. The best friend’s husband expressed to the rich guy’s wife how he’d always had a crush on her, and he always wanted a very decisive wife. All of a sudden, a tense situation went completely dead silent, then became harmonious. It ascended to another level. The result of the negotiation is that they’re not going to get a divorce anymore. They’re just going to get along with each other, and live together as two families of eight people.
Throughout the whole case, the individuals involved had their rights protected, the process by which things were resolved was fairly harmonious, and everyone was happy with the results. Nobody lost anything. The only person who’s sad is me, who’s been tuning in to the gossip. Of course, my friend is a professional. Since they mended their marriage, all he could do was offer his best wishes.
But this case has sent me into a lot of thought. What do you guys think?”
Comments say, “I don’t see a problem with this. Who says that marriage has to be between only two people?”
“It has to be made up, right? This is way too dramatic.”
”Rich people are all degenerates.”
A tiktok video from the west of a guy showing what it sounds like inside the head of a schizophrenic:
Comments say, “I’ve been diagnosed as a schizophrenic, and every time I notice what’s going on in my brain, it really does sound like this…sometimes, it’s just a bunch of mumbling I don’t understand, and other times, it’s my parents screaming and yelling and cursing at me.”
“I don’t know if other people get borderline schizophrenic when they’re depressed, but I do. When I was in 9th grade, I thought a bunch of fairies lived in my brain or something. But they’re not good fairies. They’re always telling me what to do. I had a pretty strong will and knew it was bad, but if I don’t do it, they’ll yell at me. I’ll yell back, but I can’t spend all of my time arguing with them, but they can relentlessly find every opportunity to put me down.”
“Ummm yeah. Like, I thought I was hearing voices because of schizophrenic too, since I used to have severe depression. But when I went to big hospitals in Japan, the machines couldn’t detect anything wrong (not that I believed in doctors by that point). Recently, I realised that I was actually talking to someone. I talked to a lot of fortune tellers, and they finally narrowed it down that an archon was watching over me. But he’s pretty nice though. Recently, a bunch of more archons have moved in.”
“In 1996, Yu Sheyou found a baby dying of hypothermia by the grass next to a bridge. There was a little slip of paper tucked into her chest, reading, “midnight, 20th of October.” He named the child Yu Yan, because she was born in harvest season. Yu Sheyou admits that when he first saw the baby, he hesitated, because he was already very poor. If he had a kid, he would never be able to find a wife. But he couldn’t bear to just ignore her. He couldn’t afford formula, so he fed the baby rice soup. This caused Yu Yan to be sickly as a child. But she was a very sweet and obedient kid.
Yu Yan knew that her family was different from others. She didn’t have a mom. She only had her dad to take care of her. So at a young age, she learned how to do laundry, cook food, cut grass. She knew she had to be perfectly obedient and not make dad angry at all. Starting from primary school, she knew she had to get first in class to make her dad proud. She would even share fun things that happened at school with her dad and sing for her dad. It made her happy to see her dad smile.
But on a certain day in March, 2005, tragedy descended on this family. Yu Yan had a severe nosebleed. When she went to the clinic to get a shot, the doctors found lots of red dots all over her body. They suggested she go to a big hospital to get checked out, where she was diagnosed with severe leukaemia. The surgery was going to be extremely expensive, far beyond what her family could afford. But Yu Sheyou never thought about giving up. He went and tried to borrow from everyone he knew, but it was far from enough.
Yu Yan saw how much weight her dad was losing and held his hand and said, “Dad, I want to die.” “I’m just a baby you picked up at the side of the road. Everyone says my life is cheap, it’s not worth saving. Just take me out of the hospital.” “Dad, can I live until autumn? I want to die in autumn, because I came in autumn. There’s red beans in autumn, and sacred fig trees, and a couple of mu of golden corn and wheat in front of the house. After I die, you can just bury me on the hill. I don’t want to be too far away from you…”
On the 18th of June, 2006, the 8-year-old Yu Yan completed her own forms to discharge herself from the hospital, because her father was illiterate.
After she got home, she brought up the first request she’s ever made of her dad. She wanted a new outfit, and a photograph. She told her dad, “Once I’m gone, if you miss me, you can look at this photograph.”
The next day, her dad took her to the nearby town and spent 30 RMB on two new outfits for her. Yu Yan chose a pink short-sleeve shirt and shorts. Her auntie bought her a white dress with red dots. The three of them came to the photography studio, where Yu Yan put on her new pink outfit and took a photograph making a V gesture with both hands. The whole family cried.
Things began to turn around. Chengdu Evening News reporter Fu Yan learned about Yu Yan’s situation from the hospital, and wrote an exposé named, “An 8-year-old girl arranges her own funeral.” Her story touched the hearts of many kind people, and everyone began donating for this young and fragile life. In just 10 days, donations from Chinese people all over the world added up to over 560K RMB. They had enough money for surgery now. Her cheap life had a chance to continue.
On the 21st of June, 2005, Yu Yan stopped waiting for death at home and returned to the hospital. Her strength shocked everyone. She went through 9 crisis in 2 months of chemo—shock from infection, shock from loss of blood, electrolyte dysfunction, severe mouth ulcers…they’re simple words, but all of them were tortures worse than death for her.
From the moment that Yu Yan was born, she never had a mother, so when her primary doctor S Xu ming brought up, “Yu Yan, would you like to be my daughter?” Yu Yan immediately burst in tears. Mommy Xu put on a pair of white socks on her, and Yu Yan happily said, “Mom, this is the first time I’ve ever worn socks.” Xu Ming felt like her heart had been stabbed by needles. She asked Yu Yan, “Tell mommy what else you want?” And Yu Yan fearfully lowered her head and said, “I want a pair of red leather shoes, with white socks inside, like what Snow White has…”
One day, Yu Yan carefully copied down three phone numbers on the notebook her dad had left her: Fu Yan, mommy Xu, Yu Yan. Afterwards, Yu Yan told her dad, “Our house got collapsed by the heavy rain. Your life is gonna be really hard from now on. If anything comes up, call Auntie Fu Yan or Mommy Xu. And if I die, you have to remember me.” Yu Sheyou answered her, “If you died, I’ll throw myself off of a building.” Everyone was waiting on a miracle. Everyone was waiting for the moment Yu Yan would be reborn.
On the 20th of August, Yu Yan asked reporter Fu Yan, “Auntie, why are they all donating to me?” “Because they’re all kind people.” “Auntie, I want to be a kind person too.” Yu Yan fished out a homework notebook under her pillow. Fu Yan took a look, and found that it was a three page long will this 8-year-old had written. “Auntie Fu Yan, my dad’s house is falling apart. Dad, don’t be mad and don’t throw yourself off a building. Auntie Fu Yan, please keep an eye on my dad. Auntie, give some of my medical money to my school. And when I die, give the rest of the money to people who have the same sickness as I do, so they can get better…” All of it was requests for after she’s dead, and how she wanted to express her gratitude to the people who were worried about her through this reporter. This will made Fu Yan break down in tears too.
22th of August, Yu Yan had been living off of nutrient fluid for a long time, and snuck a bite of instant noodles. That made her get severe stomach pain. She begged all the doctors and nurses, “Just let me die. I feel terrible.” Everyone comforted her, to keep strong, to hold on, that it’ll get better. But she still died in excruciating pain.
11am on the 23rd of August, Yu Yan’s adopted father and everyone attended Yu Yan’s wake. Her little feet were stuffed inside white socks, inside a pair of red leather shoes. She was dressed up like Snow White. And at the corner of her mouth was still a sweet smile.
26th of August, her funeral was held in a light shower. Inside and outside the funeral home, it was crowded with locals coming to see her off. There’s a smiling photo of her on her gravestone, and the lines, “I came, and I was good.” According to her will, the donations she received was split into 7 portions and donated to 7 poverty-stricken youth with the same illness so they had a chance at life.
“My path isn’t the little road the kids walk on. My path isn’t the wide road cars drove on. I like to walk my path when climbing up the mountains. I like to sing with the birds when walking down the mountains. If you were willing to walk a bit along my path, you’ll hear me singing with the birds. Follow the sound of song forward, and no matter how long the road is, you wouldn’t feel tired. I like my path. —A school essay written by Yu Yan named “My Path”.”
Comments say, “Her dad is an angel.”
“When I saw the bit about sneaking some instant noodles, I remembered this story airing on the news way back when. It’s so sad.”
“It’s been turned into a movie now, called Hope You are Well.”
A tiktok video of a lady crafting a phoenix out of wire, a non-material historical relic of China:
Comments say, “Can she really do this kind of arts and crafts with nails that long? I have a hard time wiping my own butt.”
“It’d be even better if this was made out of real gold. If it’s not gold, it’ll get oxidised and change colour real soon, and become ugly. It’ll lose all artistic value, and basically just become a waste of time.”
“Her earrings are so cool.”
A compilation of the funny ways people argue in Dongbei:
“A couple was fighting on the bus, and the guy was complaining about how the girl wasn’t happy with anything. He said, “If we sent you on a rocket to space, you’d complain about how there weren’t any stops on the way.””
“I was changing in the locker room to the swimming pool, and there was a mom with a 6-7 year old daughter with her. The kiddo kept saying, “Mom, mom, look, that auntie is so white! Look at how white her tummy is!” And the mom naturally asked, “How white is it? Is that auntie a toad or what?” Lol. I died laughing.”
“During covid, my grandma wouldn’t listen and kept going out several times a day, and my mom found out. And my grandma defended herself by saying, “I bought a cabbage in the morning, and then wanted to eat potatoes, so I went out a second time in the afternoon to buy potatoes. And my mom was like, “What, do they fight it you put them in the same plastic bag, that you had to go out twice?””
“Every time my dad thinks the restaurant is taking too long with their dishes, he’d ask the waiter if they’re done planting their veggies yet.”
“Hahaha, my dad too. We went to eat iron pot braised goose, and it was a long wait, so my dad asked the waiter, “Is our goose done hatching yet?””
“My friend’s mom is going through menopause, and her dad said, “Your mom is having such light sleep these days that she can hear an ant do a split on the floor.””
“A couple of days ago, I watched a taxi driver fight with his passenger, because the passenger felt like he didn’t drive her close enough to her destination. And the driver was like, “Should I go ahead and carry you to your bed too?””
“Saw a chav who’d dyed his hair red, and an auntie went, “Oh my god, I thought he had a plastic bag over his head.””
“Dongbei uncles are pretty funny in general. We went out to dinner, and a waitress accidentally poured hot water all over him, and he was like, “Were you worried I was cold?” They’re pretty emotionally stable.”
“My mom got out of my car, and forgot to release her safety belt first. She was heaving there for several moments, then found out the problem. And as she took off her safety belt, she went, “I almost walked off with the car on my back.”
“I stepped on my teacher’s foot accidentally, and she went, “Sorry, I interrupted your foot touching the floor.”
“When I was working part time in college, I got a job tutoring a middle school girl for maths. Her parents own a restaurant, and usually don’t have time to pay much attention to her, so her grades were slipping badly. In math, she wasn’t even passing at all.
When I first went, she got a 56 on her math trial exam. A lot of her mistakes were just carelessness. I picked out the fifteen questions she got wrong, and had her redo them again, and she completed them quickly, and this time they were all correct. I said that meant she knew these questions, she just didn’t pay enough attention doing them the first time. If she was more careful with her work, she’d have at least 15 more points, and that’s 71 out of 100. That’s a passing grade. She smiled and didn’t look so nervous anymore. Like at least she was a bit more confident in herself. Then, I talked her through all the other questions she got wrong on the exam, analysed the reason she wasn’t getting them. Our first tutoring lesson went grade, and her parents paid me what I was owed on the day. I went back to school all happy.
For the next two weeks, the tutoring still went smoothly. She’s really sincerely trying to learn. By the end of the month, they had another math exam, and she got 78/100, a clear improvement. She had less mistakes on this exam, better grades, and she was clearly more confident. I still went into all the knowledge covered in this exam in detail and analysed what she got wrong.
Another month passed by, and that day, when her parents finished paying me, they told me how happy they were that their daughter’s been getting close to 80/100 on her last two exams. But then the mom suddenly told me that they’re not going to keep hiring me as a tutor. Her daughter’s cousin’s classmate is getting a teaching degree and is also looking for a part time job, and the cousin introduced the classmate to them. She’s only charging half of what I’m charging. I took my fee and said, “That’s alright. Your daughter is very hardworking. Her grades are bound to go up slowly no matter who tutors her.” And then I went back.
But another month later, her mom called me again and said her daughter’s failing her math exams again, and wanted me to go back to tutoring her. I asked her, didn’t she hire the cousin’s classmate as a tutor? And she told me that her daughter couldn’t understand what the other tutor was teaching her at all. She didn’t like the other tutor, she explicitly wanted me back. At the time, I still needed more money for living expenses, so I agreed to keep tutoring her on the weekends.
After I got done with a lesson, her mom paid me again for that day, but when she handed the money to me, it was only half of what I had been getting. I asked, “Did we agree on the tutoring fees?” And her mom was like, “But this is what the cousin’s classmate charged. This is the market price. So this is what I’m gonna pay.” I was super angry. I was like, “We already agreed, how can you go back on it? I don’t care what other people charge for their tutoring. I have to come a long way from school to tutor here. You can’t just take half of it.” And she just impatiently shut the door in my face.
I was super upset at the time. I had to switch 3 different buses to get to her house, and I only made half the money I expected to. I was furious. But I still went back to school. When I didn’t go to her house for tutoring on Sunday, she called me, and I told her I wasn’t going. I was never going to tutor for her again. And she even had the face to ask me why, that her daughter really liked me. She offered to give me a “raise”, to go back to the original price. And I was like, “How the hell is that a raise? That’s just my actual rate. You randomly took away half of it, and now you’re offering it back, and you’re calling it a raise?” But I didn’t say that. I just told her I have too many classes at school and don’t have time and hung up.
I was so disgusted. It’s so typical small businessman thinking for her. It’s exactly like how she runs her restaurants. Maximising profits, bullying people. I don’t charge much for tutoring anyways and she’s still trying to short me. She jerks you around because she sees someone else who’s cheaper, then when she finds they’re lower quality, she expects you to come right back. But all she’s thinking about is how to save money. I would never work with anyone so gross as to short a tutor.”
Comments say, “Anyone with an ounce of feelings towards their kid wouldn’t do this. She saw how her daughter’s grades rose.”