關於 i love yous or i love yous ，我們在網路上蒐集到這些相關的討論、資訊與評價

I found out from @musicaddicts.my that this week is the 11th year anniversary of my debut album!

The album that started it all, this amazing journey I never thought would be possible. I'm still on it because of all your support, your appreciation and most of all, your love.

Thank you so much for still downloading/purchasing/playing this album, ALL of you are the ones keeping it alive and well! Your continuous presence is strong and I love it.

I love it when I hear young people who are righteous spirits say they grew up listening to my songs, or their parents played it all the time, or ppl who say, this album changed my life and made me take chances! Thank you for taking me along for the ride and your journey and paths. ❤️

I love you so much, everyone. I wish there was a way I could gather everyone and give you guys a blanket hug, but for now, a virtual one, and wishing you happiness and health in my prayers would have to do. Yes, even you over there =)

Terima kasih, thank you, Xie Xie, arigato, merci, grazie, gracias, shukria, nandri, khob khun ka, mm goi and all the thank yous in the world 💜🌺🙏🏽✨

對於這個週末我真的有太多想說的了！
像是它怎麼開始的，我們如何玩起來的，或是這48小時內，發生了數百個發生在鏡頭前和鏡頭後的回憶和小故事。但畢竟我到現在都還沒有好好睡一覺，那些趣事就先輪到下次再說！
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那先容我在這邊好好的感謝並且送上我的愛給一些在這週末，一起扛裡了這個活動的人。
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首先我的兄弟 Yaobai Hsiao，沒有你這一切都不可能完成。你是最強最可靠的後盾。且除了感謝你的一切幫助和辛勞之外，更感謝的是: 你懂的怎麼當一個好朋友。但你還是一個混蛋啦！愛你。
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再來， 羅郁，謝謝你開放這麼棒的地方讓幾個笨蛋可以辦一個（實質上就是）48小時的派對！您可能精神有點問題，但不要擔心～ That's MY SHHH絕對會負擔您的醫藥費的
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第三，謝謝每一個音樂人/舞者/攝影師/錄影師（還有天知道A2DaC要算哪一種🤣）奉獻他們的時間，體力，並且在沒有問酬勞的情況下就答應參加。且即便對大多的表演者來說，活動形式不是他們所熟悉的，仍然踏出他們的舒適區來響應這次的募款活動。謝謝你們！之後你們如果需要任何我的幫忙，你們有我的電話，請放心地打給我！
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最後，謝謝世界各地上網觀看，分享，且最重要的—捐款的觀眾。謝謝你們讓這個活動變得更有意義。謝謝你們陪著我們解決直播時的技術問題 ; 容忍我們因太興奮，忘記不能狂把音樂轉大聲😅...謝謝在聊天室的你們，在這48小時的陪伴。但最重要的，也謝謝你們理解既然我們都在面對同一個困境，我們也一定可以一起脫離這個困境。
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捐款活動會繼續到這個週末，所以如果你還沒有捐款，且有意願的話，以下網址有更多相關訊息：https://www.zeczec.com/projects/that-s-my-shhh-presents-from-taiwan
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p.s 特別感謝所有來錄音室給我潤喉片，花草茶，枇杷膏，水..等等的朋友！也謝謝 A2daC 這兩天來，當我的鬧鐘和第二個聲帶，非常愛你！❤️🧡💛💚💙💜
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There really is a lot I could say about this weekend.
How it came together, how it all went down, or any one of the hundreds of stories and memories that were made both on and off camera these last 48 hours. However, I still haven’t really slept yet, so if you could bear with me, I’m gonna save those for another time.
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For now, I’d just like to send love to those who really stepped up this weekend.
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First and foremost, to my brother Yaobai, none of this gets done without you. You are the strongest backbone anyone could ask for. But above any of the work, thank you for really understanding what it means to be a friend. You’re still an asshole though. Love you.
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Secondly, Luo Yu, thank you for opening up your incredible space and allowing a couple of idiots to essentially throw a 48-hour party. You might have mental problems, but don’t worry, That’s My Shhh will cover the medical bills.
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Thirdly, to every single artist/dancer/videographer/photographer/(and whatever A2DaC is 🤣) who gave us their time, effort and guarantee without asking for a single dollar up front, and even though for most of them, this wasn’t what they’re used to, they still stepped out of their comfort zone to do what they could to help out, thank you. If there’s anything any of you need from me, you have my number. Please feel free to use it at anytime.
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And lastly to everyone around the world who got online and watched, shared and most of all, donated, thank you for making this event worthwhile. Thank you for sitting through all the streaming issues we had. Thank you for dealing with us forgetting we can’t keep turning up the music. 😅 Thank you to everyone in the chat that kept us company at all times. But most of all, thank you for understanding we’re all in this together, so we can get out of it together too.
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Donations will continue to be received until the end of the week, so if you haven’t donated yet, but would still like to, please head over to this website for more details: https://www.zeczec.com/projects/that-s-my-shhh-presents-from-taiwan
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p.s. Special thank yous to everyone who came to the studio to give me throat losanges, herbal teas, Pi Pa Gao, water, etc. and to A2DaC for being my alarm clark and second voice box, love you all very much. ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

To the friends caught in the black hole of depression and anxiety, I dedicate this post to you.

Don't kill your self. Don't rob yourself of the precious life your parents bestow upon you.

No matter how excruciating it may be, the knots in your life can always be unraveled slowly, one at a time.

First written 21.07.2017

【差一點的緣份】

Honestly, I won't know.

8 months after his first message to me, he messaged me his donation receipt to Tzu Chi Foundation, seeking my service for Bazi consultation.

I asked what took him so long.

He was candid yet polite. He said he looked for me because his Brother and I were friends. He read all the reviews my clients and workshop students wrote of me and he liked that I would not hold back to tell a client if he did wrong.

(Yes, the reviews you guys wrote can really help another soul.)

The conversation tapered off, with no birth details given to me.

We didn't get to meet after all.

That was just 2 weeks ago.

Just before dinner tonight, I learnt that he was admitted to hospital for depression.

There were delusions and violent self-harm.

Could I have done more to initiate response from him, when he did not reply me?

I usually don't force things. Unless I know something's coming up.

I didn't ask for his Bazi or Chinese name, as per my usual practice. So I wouldn't have known.

There were many other messages that needed my attention and I left things as it was.

I won't know if I can made any difference, should we have met.

How powerful is my ability to bring hope to someone already in depression?

I had never measured.

Was I a shining beacon of light, for him to seek me out just 2 weeks before things worsen?

Light is in the eyes of the beholder, no?

This reminds me of the husband's Malaysian cousin, who studied and worked in Singapore on a government scholarship. Let's call him Tim.

Tim called my Husband one Tuesday night at about 830pm.

We were at the movies and only saw the missed call at about 1130pm.

Thinking it was too late, the Husband made a mental reminder to call Tim the next morning.

The next morning, we collected his dead body from the mortuary of SGH. His grieving parents, who drove all the way from KL overnight, crumbled into wails as Tim's body was wheeled out for identification.

Tim jumped down from his flat, about 2 hours after he called. Apparently, he only called my husband and none of his family.

12 years on, we still do not know what Tim wanted to tell my Husband.

Could it be:

"Sorry, Gor. I have to break my scholarship bond because I cannot take the stress. Thank you for being my guarantor all these years."

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None of his family knew what Tim was undergoing, prior to his suicide.

He was only 25.

(If you think it's okay to hurl sarcastic words at foreigners on local scholarships, who may be living all alone in a strange land, this is food for thought for you.)

When we teach our children the alphabets and hanyu pinyin.

When we tell them to remember their thank-yous and pleases.

When we get them to hustle for their academic achievements and be a all-rounder.

Please remind our little ones that it's okay if they are not good enough.

Please also teach them a path to seek solace in the Higher Beings, no matter what religion you are. It's okay if they opt for another faith. As long as it's orthodox.

Like in judo, don't forget to teach them how to fall right and overcome that fear of falling, before learning how to kick fast and high.

If you are a Tibetan Buddhist like me, please master the skill of demarcation from your Root Guru and impart that knowledge to your loved ones. Always invoke the protection of your Vajra Protectors to guard you from negative energies and afflictions. I do that every day at least twice.

For when you get depressed for too long, your mental frequency goes down down down. When it matches the low frequency of spirits, this is where the real trouble begins.

You hear voices people can't hear, you see things that people can't see, you get "sixth sense" that doesn't make any sense.

You get sucked deeper and deeper into your make-believe world, that you lose all touch with the real world.

👋 Come back, my Friend. 👋

Don't go there. There's only cold darkness and terrifying despair.

🤝 Come back, where there's love, light and hope. 🤝

Strength is where the Sun is. All is not lost.

Don't cut yourself. Don't smash yourself.

Suicide is not liberation and will only create a level of Hell for you to commit suicide again and again, in the same manner every day at the same time. You will feel the exact fears and doom each and every time you kill yourself.

Say you kill yourself when you are 30 years old, but your destined lifespan was to end at 70 years old, that means for the next 40 years in hell, every day, you are going to kill yourself once. 40 x 365, you do the Maths.

In the netherworld, suicide ghosts are of the lowest class and are often despised by other ghosts. Your death will be worse than your living days.

If you are reincarnated as a human, your body will be incomplete, either as a handicap or born deaf, mute or blind. Or all of the above.

While we all have our own karmic debts, this too shall pass. We are all Buddhas inside and have infinite potential.

Your time is not up yet. Keep your mind open. Keep your heart going. Keep your body healthy. Don't let this monster of a darkness eat you up. I love you. Your friends and family love you. You love yourself. You are worth more than this. Hand to heart, all will be well. This too shall pass.

天無絕人之路，你千萬不要絕了自己的路。

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If there is any merit in writing this, I dedicate it to the people who are fighting everyday for their sanity beneath the heavy cloak of depression and anxiety.

May you emerge stronger and wiser. May the Light of Buddhas always be on you. Amitabha.

蓮花童子心咒、長咒∶
༄༅༎ཨོཾ་ཨཱ༔་ཧཱུྃ་གུ་རུ་པྷྱཿ་འ༔་ཨ༔་ཤ༔་ས༔་མ༔་ཧ༔་པདྨ་སམ་སིདྡྷི་ཧཱུྃ།།

嗡啊吽。古魯貝。阿訶薩沙媽哈。蓮生悉地吽。