<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274</id><updated>2011-12-29T19:39:12.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still ordinary...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>304</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-7911191818425286014</id><published>2011-01-08T09:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T10:04:27.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's make you happy</title><content type='html'>I don't have a lot of resolutions in 2011, but I hope I am staying happy. I want to write down the first top 10 things cross my mind that make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When I spent time with people I care&lt;br /&gt;2. When I have clear achievable goal to work on&lt;br /&gt;3. When I eat good foods&lt;br /&gt;4. When I read good books&lt;br /&gt;5. When I laugh at good jokes&lt;br /&gt;6. When I watch a good movie&lt;br /&gt;7. When I had a fulfilling conversation with someone&lt;br /&gt;8. When I can explain something complicated clearly&lt;br /&gt;9. When I solve something difficult&lt;br /&gt;10. When I still can make a list of things that make me happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am doing not too bad =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TSfFybarNNI/AAAAAAAAAwI/bik1pJwAayw/s1600/letter%2Bfor%2Bdad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TSfFybarNNI/AAAAAAAAAwI/bik1pJwAayw/s400/letter%2Bfor%2Bdad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559629735155938514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Belated New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-7911191818425286014?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/7911191818425286014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=7911191818425286014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/7911191818425286014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/7911191818425286014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2011/01/whats-make-you-happy.html' title='What&apos;s make you happy'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TSfFybarNNI/AAAAAAAAAwI/bik1pJwAayw/s72-c/letter%2Bfor%2Bdad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-5587371235511642898</id><published>2010-12-29T18:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T18:11:46.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resignation</title><content type='html'>When we resign from a position, it takes a lot of effort to write a good resignation letter - I mean a presentable one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depending on your relationship and the culture of the organization, the style of the letter can be varied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I were President of United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TRsIZFkRHZI/AAAAAAAAAwA/PNGG4Yc6sms/s1600/resign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TRsIZFkRHZI/AAAAAAAAAwA/PNGG4Yc6sms/s400/resign.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556043792375684498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-5587371235511642898?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/5587371235511642898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=5587371235511642898&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/5587371235511642898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/5587371235511642898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/12/resignation.html' title='Resignation'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TRsIZFkRHZI/AAAAAAAAAwA/PNGG4Yc6sms/s72-c/resign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-2222416866244906286</id><published>2010-12-23T01:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T01:50:26.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>物是人非</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TRI4usyphfI/AAAAAAAAAv0/MbvWOe0DNWc/s1600/photo%2B%25284%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TRI4usyphfI/AAAAAAAAAv0/MbvWOe0DNWc/s400/photo%2B%25284%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553563665449977330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说了&lt;a href="http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_29.html"&gt;再见&lt;/a&gt;后，昨天又看见了这个包。还是一样，里面的电脑也一样。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是，人不一样了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;物是人非事事休，说的就是这种。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-2222416866244906286?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/2222416866244906286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=2222416866244906286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/2222416866244906286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/2222416866244906286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post_23.html' title='物是人非'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TRI4usyphfI/AAAAAAAAAv0/MbvWOe0DNWc/s72-c/photo%2B%25284%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-7113882432855855566</id><published>2010-12-17T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T10:46:11.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>花旗国</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TQrOacOyG7I/AAAAAAAAAvs/Jix3IbpGDYI/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 184px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TQrOacOyG7I/AAAAAAAAAvs/Jix3IbpGDYI/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551476444337675186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;《审死官》垒面一开洗内段：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;粤语：&lt;br /&gt;宾少：我阿财系花旗国买返来的狗王！&lt;br /&gt;宋状师：我阿福都系从法兰西买返来的人渣！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当言，大家都鸡道，法兰西就细法国，英门France。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那末，花期国又细写莫地荒呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就细美国了，因妹国旗发力发洛，很花地国旗，就叫花旗国了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不兰，你以为Citibank细写莫国家地银行啊？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TQrNOILHIDI/AAAAAAAAAvk/fgjKppZmzbM/s1600/20071020135626969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TQrNOILHIDI/AAAAAAAAAvk/fgjKppZmzbM/s400/20071020135626969.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551475133283508274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-7113882432855855566?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/7113882432855855566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=7113882432855855566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/7113882432855855566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/7113882432855855566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post_17.html' title='花旗国'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TQrOacOyG7I/AAAAAAAAAvs/Jix3IbpGDYI/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-1716391125432845650</id><published>2010-12-16T23:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T23:49:06.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TQoz_Qk88eI/AAAAAAAAAvc/HjZ9y3WO8nQ/s1600/man%2Butd%2Bbro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TQoz_Qk88eI/AAAAAAAAAvc/HjZ9y3WO8nQ/s400/man%2Butd%2Bbro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551306652562289122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TQoz5wZpGeI/AAAAAAAAAvU/9mTT_S9ZuKs/s1600/chelsea%2Bbro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TQoz5wZpGeI/AAAAAAAAAvU/9mTT_S9ZuKs/s400/chelsea%2Bbro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551306558025570786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am using some old (still in AIG-sponsor era) and recycled stuff building up to the big match ahead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure Manchester United will beat Chelsea in Stamford Bridge. Wakakaka~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-1716391125432845650?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/1716391125432845650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=1716391125432845650&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/1716391125432845650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/1716391125432845650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-for-fun.html' title='Just for fun'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TQoz_Qk88eI/AAAAAAAAAvc/HjZ9y3WO8nQ/s72-c/man%2Butd%2Bbro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-4364938293848861022</id><published>2010-12-14T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T23:17:18.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thrilling Vietnam Trip</title><content type='html'>I assume the trip to Hong Kong will be my last. Then I realized I was wrong because am about heading to Hanoi on Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip has very tight schedule starting from Sunday, with several back-to-back presentations, until the last one ended 2 hours before our departure flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally I will save an extra copy powerpoint in a thumb drive just in case, but the need to use it never arise in the past 2.5 years. I am lazy and a little complacent this round, I thought this will be my last show and think the only copy in my laptop should be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murphy's Law never wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped the laptop bag in the airport toilet and heard a great bang. I cannot see anything from the screen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so many times to reboot and it just didn't work. Out of desperation I hijacked the LCD from hotel business center, and I suddenly saw my desktop icons again. I transferred them to the thumb drive in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 6 presentation sessions in all, and I'd talked to more than 80 people. Having 80 specialist doctors listen to you is a special experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the credit should go to the thumb drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, the LCD monitor too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-4364938293848861022?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/4364938293848861022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=4364938293848861022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/4364938293848861022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/4364938293848861022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/12/thrilling-vietnam-trip.html' title='Thrilling Vietnam Trip'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-4271129591639259285</id><published>2010-12-06T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T00:31:33.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>一个半马拉松的故事</title><content type='html'>1999年，我十八岁。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的叔叔那时迷上跑步，特地从槟城到怡保来参加马拉松。不知道是想叫人陪，还是意思意思顺便叫我一起去。我一口答应，前一天还特地买了一双超级轻盈NB跑步鞋。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当年我年轻力壮，跑一百米有十二秒，半马拉松，大概就是十二秒乘于210等于42分钟，应该很容易。加上前一天（才）买的跑步鞋，真是活该十八岁的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;前一个晚上，我还ICQ到两点，睡不到四个小时，五点半就爬起床准备。我不是很饿，没有吃东西。叔叔觉得停车会很难，于是我驾摩多载他去。我们六点半到场时已经人山人海，叔叔坚持要我吃了两条香蕉，我很应酬地依了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;赛事一开始，凉风徐徐，鸟语花香。我凌波微步，还不知道前途茫茫。和叔叔肩并肩跑了几公里，突然他转头跟我说等下见，咻一下不见人。啊，不见就不见，变成我独自一人跑，跑，跑........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;跑到回家的路上，经过外面那条大路，我在想：哈，如果回家喝口水多好，的确是有一点累的说。想到这，诶，差不多快到终点了吧？于是，我往地下一看，看见喷漆标记10km。我心想：十公里，就是还有多远呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就在这个时候，我打了一个突，哦买嘎，还不到一半。我的前途在这里突然变得乌云密布。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我决定用走的来休息一下。那个休息的念头，突然野草一样蔓延生长，盘缠着头脑所有的空间，吞噬着我所有残余的力量。我半走半跑，开始觉得手臂很痛，腋下脱皮很痛，大腿很痛，膝盖很痛，屁股很痛，什么都痛。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而且肚子很饿，我想起那两条香蕉。更饿。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不知道半走半跑多久，我突然瞄到地上的标记，14km...？是的......我的心事，你不会懂。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一边拖着跑，一边发现自己一直被超车。再回想刚才，我根本连一个人都没有超过。我回头一望，看见后面的人跟我差不多（快完蛋了）。突然，我登时看懂了刚才叔叔说等下见的表情。我心里喊着岂有此理，一边后悔。路旁依然凉风习习，凉到一个站岗的都没有。地上一片狼藉，都是前面的人用过的海棉。我经过时，水缸里只剩下水，没有棉，我很可怜。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这时，我只能拖着脚步，连走路都难，一拐一拐的。我不知道拐到什么地方去了，不知道拐了多远，也不知道还要拐多久。感觉很孤单，有被抛弃的感觉，经过什么地方都没有电视上那样，很多路人帮你打气。一个人现在跑到对面商店买饮料然后叫的士回家，也不会有人发觉的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我一直拐，一直拐。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不知道多久了，忽然听见体育场传来的人潮声。我心里想，快到了！于是我加快拐步，想一尝拐线的滋味。这时一辆巴士经过，在我旁边停下怂恿我拐上车，说直接载我到终点。我看见车上有很多弃权的参赛者。当时，我只要一点头，就可以跟他们一起马上到终点光荣拐下车。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我十八岁不识好歹，想在十年后写一篇blog的时候理直气壮，于是没有上车。我要报答两条香蕉的恩情，假假也要用自己的拐量拐完全程。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最后，我历经千辛万苦拐到终点。一个人都没发觉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我驾摩多回家途中，觉得我叔叔重得象一头牛。而且无论我转弯，刹车或变速，都会让我手指或小腿要抽筋。还是很饿，不过没有力气拿筷子吃东西。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我以后再也不敢十八岁了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-4271129591639259285?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/4271129591639259285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=4271129591639259285&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/4271129591639259285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/4271129591639259285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title='一个半马拉松的故事'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-6599884176592605626</id><published>2010-12-02T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T23:18:03.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress update 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TPe4N662iRI/AAAAAAAAAvM/Hxcqd0TvXS8/s1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 374px; height: 389px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TPe4N662iRI/AAAAAAAAAvM/Hxcqd0TvXS8/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546104015423965458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jom, everyone kahwin sama-sama alamak dan cacing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-6599884176592605626?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/6599884176592605626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=6599884176592605626&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/6599884176592605626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/6599884176592605626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/12/progress-update-3.html' title='Progress update 3'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TPe4N662iRI/AAAAAAAAAvM/Hxcqd0TvXS8/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-1953928749976387737</id><published>2010-11-30T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T13:04:36.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>想一想</title><content type='html'>有时候我们只是懒惰，包括思想上。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;生活压力那么大，连银行户口都不知道能不能应付明年农历新年，干嘛还要去想为什么或怎样？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;从2004年工作开始，逻辑分析是我的工作（当然其他工作也需要）。几年下来，磨练得像呼吸一样自然。职业习惯泛滥，日常生活听见看见不make sense的东西，心里会有根刺，想要提出纠正。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;偏偏什么事情都一样 - 你哪方面越强，越容易看见哪方面弱。别人的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这件事情让人很困扰。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;尤其一个怪论调出现时，你慢慢解释清楚为什么不make sense之后，会被人讲你什么都要分那么清楚。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很不幸的，你被扯进那个怪论调里面（你完了），你发现把你扯进去很不make sense（yan-wong~都唔关我事！），你慢慢解释清楚为什么把你扯在一起很不make sense之后，不但会被人讲你什么都要分那么清楚，还要被人觉得你持辩行凶。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时候我们只是懒惰，包括思想上。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;生活压力那么大，连银行户口都不知道能不能应付明年农历新年，干嘛还要去想为什么或怎样？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这件事情，真的让人很困扰。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-1953928749976387737?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/1953928749976387737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=1953928749976387737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/1953928749976387737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/1953928749976387737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post_30.html' title='想一想'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-8675886123594010896</id><published>2010-11-21T11:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T11:24:57.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>朝圣轩尼诗道</title><content type='html'>终于又去香港，这次却有半天周六的时间，足够让我完成一件事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我到&lt;a href="http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post_17.html"&gt;轩尼诗道朝圣&lt;/a&gt;这件事，想很久了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当然，这跟张学友完全没有关系，只不过一定没有人相信罢了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这条街就是轩尼诗道。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TOiOCNmDcaI/AAAAAAAAAuU/nO5WFTs1aWU/s1600/IMG_0465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TOiOCNmDcaI/AAAAAAAAAuU/nO5WFTs1aWU/s400/IMG_0465.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541835510139548066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所谓朝圣，就是用很虔诚的心，感受轩尼诗道的平凡和忙碌，假假是个轩尼诗人，在一个冬季的下午走在路上，转个弯，遇到汤唯。那样。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真是变态。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我一个人去，只好自己玩耍，玩《寻找轩尼诗》，一个要找七个轩尼诗的电视游戏。象这种，我找了七个。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TOiQmdByobI/AAAAAAAAAuc/CKr70OZL-BE/s1600/IMG_0455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TOiQmdByobI/AAAAAAAAAuc/CKr70OZL-BE/s400/IMG_0455.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541838331780964786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很累。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-8675886123594010896?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/8675886123594010896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=8675886123594010896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/8675886123594010896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/8675886123594010896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='朝圣轩尼诗道'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TOiOCNmDcaI/AAAAAAAAAuU/nO5WFTs1aWU/s72-c/IMG_0465.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-2688124178684727740</id><published>2010-11-16T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T21:44:10.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong</title><content type='html'>Hong Kong is one of my most visited countries in the past 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, it felt like a time capsule because things changed and I witness all of them first hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One very special reason is KS. I just don't feel Hong Kong was the same, and as close as it was anymore. It seems like I primarily associate places and countries with people whom I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin was a form-6-to-be the first time I went. Her progress moved along with my visit and by now, she is an undergradute in Hong Kong University of Science and Technology. She is even going to finish her first semester. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for once, I realized myself have never look at Hong Kong properly, from a tourist point of view. In fact, I might feel like an expatriate living in Hong Kong every time I go there. My mood never turned "tourist" altogether. I did "see", "feel" and "enjoy" Hong Kong from the eyes of a foreigner "living" there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more, this is likely to be my last trip in Hong Kong before I finish serving my notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when I go to Hong Kong again next time, it will be a holiday. Then the water may taste nicer with fragrance as its name suggested - 香江。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-2688124178684727740?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/2688124178684727740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=2688124178684727740&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/2688124178684727740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/2688124178684727740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/11/hong-kong.html' title='Hong Kong'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-6750421094163215293</id><published>2010-11-15T16:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T16:06:07.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avatar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TODpp2x90uI/AAAAAAAAAuM/JbV5286yt8I/s1600/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TODpp2x90uI/AAAAAAAAAuM/JbV5286yt8I/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539684446954705634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The avatars are Alamak and Cacing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shiok sendiri only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-6750421094163215293?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/6750421094163215293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=6750421094163215293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/6750421094163215293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/6750421094163215293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/11/avatar.html' title='Avatar'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TODpp2x90uI/AAAAAAAAAuM/JbV5286yt8I/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-2786452576319924129</id><published>2010-11-14T15:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T16:06:45.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress update 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TN-RMWzCg2I/AAAAAAAAAt8/r6sReXD3Fts/s1600/alamak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TN-RMWzCg2I/AAAAAAAAAt8/r6sReXD3Fts/s400/alamak.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539305708153111394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To "Fluorence", &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you could sent me your ....ahem, measurement / circumference (in inches), of all respective parts, I will make this a better representative.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-2786452576319924129?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/2786452576319924129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=2786452576319924129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/2786452576319924129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/2786452576319924129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/11/progress-update-2.html' title='Progress update 2'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TN-RMWzCg2I/AAAAAAAAAt8/r6sReXD3Fts/s72-c/alamak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-2122745429745142120</id><published>2010-10-29T11:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T12:56:59.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strengthsfinder 2.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TMpL_oVJCYI/AAAAAAAAAt0/28SZF8gzjhw/s1600/untitled1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TMpL_oVJCYI/AAAAAAAAAt0/28SZF8gzjhw/s400/untitled1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533318648708008322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people truly believe in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nasihat&lt;/span&gt; like "you can achieve anything if you try hard (enough)" as we grown up. Movies of underdog outperform favorite always the bestseller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instinctively, I just can't figure out why am I feel odd for this. I put in some thought before and also posted on my facebook status. I also wrote something like&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_19.html"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_26.html"&gt;tHiS&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_09.html"&gt;thIS&lt;/a&gt; in my old entries. Over time, my thought was swinging back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TMpB5252emI/AAAAAAAAAts/qQYazz1nhR4/s1600/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 392px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TMpB5252emI/AAAAAAAAAts/qQYazz1nhR4/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533307554424584802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month I read a book called Strengthsfinder 2.0...I instantly knew that was an answer I am looking for when I read it. There is no old maxim of trying hard enough and you can be anything. Instead, it says: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You cannot be anything you want to be -- but you can be a lot more of who you already are.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It contains extra respect and recognize no one will achieve the same magnitude with the same method using the same way of measurement. If one is to say this is a successful life as a whole, it must be the way you approach your life with utter respect and dignity, live fully to the potential of life with resources and chances available, which is different to everyone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there is a lot of motivation camp for sales, marketing or financial planner. But one thing I really don't like is (at least that's an impression / bias I have), they always employ one method and apply to all different individual. Trying hard and keep trying with more determination is a recipe for success. I agree they are valuable strength, however, not supposed to be misplaced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a bird, then flip your wing hard and fly high; If you are a horse, then gallop and run fast; If you are a fish, then swim fast and swim deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If flying is not your natural talent or strength, ie, not a bird, you don't have to feel inferior just because you can't fly. Even with the athleticism of Michael Jordan, he can't replicate his achievement in baseball, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important thing is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;to know who you (already) are&lt;/span&gt;, what you can do well and what you can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then develop according to your own strengths, and be determined.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-2122745429745142120?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/2122745429745142120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=2122745429745142120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/2122745429745142120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/2122745429745142120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/10/strengthsfinder-20.html' title='Strengthsfinder 2.0'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TMpL_oVJCYI/AAAAAAAAAt0/28SZF8gzjhw/s72-c/untitled1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-7564473358052648314</id><published>2010-10-20T12:11:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T12:38:51.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook mania</title><content type='html'>There is a lot about Facebook these days. Including &lt;a href="http://yanweiakaagnes.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post_13.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2 recent movies on Facebook&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I saw a 400-500 pages hardcover book on &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Facebook-Effect-Inside-Company-Connecting/dp/1439102112/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1287548205&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Facebook&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at Kinokuniya, placed besides books like &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Toyota-Way-Jeffrey-Liker/dp/0071392319/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1287548158&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Toyota Way&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Googled-End-World-As-Know/dp/1594202354"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Googled: The End of the World As We Know It&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drown on three Facebook games before, one of it was the recent EA SPORTS FIFA Superstars....and painfully quit all of them. I am glad I didn't jump on the bandwagon when I came across Mafia War. This is one Facebook game that raised its rank and make it to the &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1935113,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TIME&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; magazine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of these games were dumb but for some strange reason you just get addicted to it. Besides punctually log in to maintain your strength / lives / refill / training / workout etc so that you will be upgraded, there is nothing much to do. Occasionally you got one bonus like a super duper privileged item that none of your friend has, and make you proud for 2 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you found they got it for free on the 3rd day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How far a Facebook game can bring us to? I am not too sure, but this is really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TL5vn8zmh6I/AAAAAAAAAtk/rkA4LfBuRr0/s1600/JBLQA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TL5vn8zmh6I/AAAAAAAAAtk/rkA4LfBuRr0/s400/JBLQA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529980124585691042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-7564473358052648314?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/7564473358052648314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=7564473358052648314&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/7564473358052648314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/7564473358052648314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/10/facebook-mania.html' title='Facebook mania'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TL5vn8zmh6I/AAAAAAAAAtk/rkA4LfBuRr0/s72-c/JBLQA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-8506238585613232293</id><published>2010-10-18T00:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T01:29:45.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>腐竹白果薏米</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TLst2-VplWI/AAAAAAAAAtc/C7fiypkeTVo/s1600/Untitled-1_Layer+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TLst2-VplWI/AAAAAAAAAtc/C7fiypkeTVo/s400/Untitled-1_Layer+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529063389997405538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最近好像很容易吃到令人火大的东西。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（又是）很想吃腐竹白果薏米，就跑到liang seah street的&lt;a href="http://www.hungrygowhere.com/singapore/ah_chew_desserts/"&gt;阿秋甜品&lt;/a&gt;去。那算是很不错的糖水铺了。因为在公司附近，偶尔会去吃。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;腐竹白果薏米来了，跟左图一样。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......我以为我点的是杨枝甘露。不是应该奶白色，或清清的但有很多腐竹碎的吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好啦，是我山芭佬，人家白果很多，所以黄黄的，不可以咩。我第一口下去，只尝到糖的甜味，一点薏米的味道都没有。就算我不以貌取人，这..这，这叫人怎么相信它就是腐竹白果薏米呢？真是让人哑口无言。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那把火就上来了，把白果和薏米吃完（那个很难弄错），那碗“糖水”我原封不动留下来，到对面去吃他对手的腐竹白果薏米。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;记得食&gt;的腐竹白果薏米来了，跟右图一样。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天啊，有很难咩。这才是腐竹白果薏米嘛。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-8506238585613232293?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/8506238585613232293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=8506238585613232293&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/8506238585613232293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/8506238585613232293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post_18.html' title='腐竹白果薏米'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TLst2-VplWI/AAAAAAAAAtc/C7fiypkeTVo/s72-c/Untitled-1_Layer+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-6090398999827476139</id><published>2010-10-09T12:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T14:56:53.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>沽名钓誉福南荣记</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TK_vqxBJFSI/AAAAAAAAAtM/Tf8wdIJ4gL8/s1600/Picture+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TK_vqxBJFSI/AAAAAAAAAtM/Tf8wdIJ4gL8/s400/Picture+044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525898785798559010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;昨天好想吃怡保鸡丝河粉，听说福南荣记卖怡保河粉比我吃怡保河粉还久，就去试试看。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我吃怡保河粉快三十年，还没见过那种怡保鸡丝河粉。招牌上的河粉，我一个都不认识。好好的怡保河粉，从1955年搞到现在，一撇席。当然，餐牌上写明了IPOH HO FUN the Singapore way，还加上了自制的酱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看到这里我就气，用了自己独创的酱，换了汤，加了不同的配料，你就叫荣记河粉好了，不要再怡保什么的。怡保没有人吃干捞鸡丝河粉，而且只用白鸡，不用油鸡，只用虾壳熬过的汤头，也不跟冬菇豆腐一起吃。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://eat.omy.sg/index.php?articleID=3550&amp;option=com_article&amp;cid=4&amp;task=detail"&gt;联合晚报　Review&lt;/a&gt;　　写 “...入口即化的怡保河粉，满足味蕾的一大享受。” 写的人没吃过怡保的怡保河粉，随随便便就觉得那是传说中的入口即化，真是开玩笑。荣记河粉（我不会再叫怡保）比新加坡其他地方的河粉幼，有怡保河粉的样子，可是没有怡保河粉的滑嫩。当然这是各有所爱，可能也比较适合这里的口味，但请不要再沾怡保鸡丝河粉的光。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为荣记河粉不是怡保鸡丝河粉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这是怡保人我讲的。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-6090398999827476139?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/6090398999827476139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=6090398999827476139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/6090398999827476139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/6090398999827476139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post_09.html' title='沽名钓誉福南荣记'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TK_vqxBJFSI/AAAAAAAAAtM/Tf8wdIJ4gL8/s72-c/Picture+044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-8949652120249764547</id><published>2010-10-03T13:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T13:44:49.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>岁月</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TKgYLIURxPI/AAAAAAAAAs8/gykaifihBEQ/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TKgYLIURxPI/AAAAAAAAAs8/gykaifihBEQ/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523691522460075250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当我们无法再熬夜到三点的时候。&lt;br /&gt;当我们不再爱喝汽水的时候。&lt;br /&gt;当我们的额头越来越光亮的时候。&lt;br /&gt;当我们的法令纹越来越明显的时候。&lt;br /&gt;当我们更努力才能维持腹肌的时候。&lt;br /&gt;当我们的腰部久坐会痛的时候。&lt;br /&gt;当我们的背肩站久会酸的时候。&lt;br /&gt;当我们的伤口愈合缓慢的时候。&lt;br /&gt;当我们打篮球转身甩不掉防守的时候。&lt;br /&gt;当我们百米冲刺慢五米的时候。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那代表岁月悄悄地追上来了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-8949652120249764547?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/8949652120249764547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=8949652120249764547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/8949652120249764547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/8949652120249764547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='岁月'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TKgYLIURxPI/AAAAAAAAAs8/gykaifihBEQ/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-4550839168762012976</id><published>2010-09-24T13:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T14:46:14.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dhaka 3</title><content type='html'>If I were to describe Dhaka, the title of incredible should not belongs to India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the road in front of my hotel...yes, these were those hon and siren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TJw6QDJ1Z6I/AAAAAAAAAsc/x57dzEqhW-I/s1600/Picture+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TJw6QDJ1Z6I/AAAAAAAAAsc/x57dzEqhW-I/s320/Picture+038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520351290648258466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think Bangkok has bad traffic, at least they congested only with vehicles. Here, can you see the people walking in between fast moving car? They can judge the space and time better than anyone!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TJw56ApMwCI/AAAAAAAAAsU/dTY-ekpT3oI/s1600/Picture+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TJw56ApMwCI/AAAAAAAAAsU/dTY-ekpT3oI/s320/Picture+031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520350912017383458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened all day long, including night. As Dhaka is facing power shortage since July, most of the street were not light up. The people are invisible at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see any accident in 2 days. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amazement should extend to the public bus, which stop in the middle of the road (you see why the traffic is bad?) to drop the passenger when it is full, to prevent more passenger on board. but nothing can stop them. They chase, run, catch, trying to hold any part of the bus with their life. A moving bus cannot change their determination to board. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw one like a "trail" of people besides / behind a moving bus after that was already 50m away from the bus stop. That fellow was dragged on the road with his legs down, then the bus slowing down, so he was back with his foot again, eventually he jumped on it and got the ride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TJxDqObioYI/AAAAAAAAAsk/2sZfFCCy9xk/s1600/dhaka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TJxDqObioYI/AAAAAAAAAsk/2sZfFCCy9xk/s320/dhaka.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520361635956564354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were also a lot of beggars knocking on the window asking for money. And many of them were naked or half naked, even the normal road crosser, many wear only sarung (I bet without underwear). I saw one guy scratching his buddy and witness the flash of genius. Yes. In the middle of a cross road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stay in a nice room, I eat in a nice restaurant, I complaint the crowded MRT and Bugis village. I will think of Dhaka the next time I complaint, for awhile, but maybe not too much. I empathize them but will not feel blessed myself just because I have a better life than them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a different world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-4550839168762012976?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/4550839168762012976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=4550839168762012976&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/4550839168762012976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/4550839168762012976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/09/dhaka-3.html' title='Dhaka 3'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TJw6QDJ1Z6I/AAAAAAAAAsc/x57dzEqhW-I/s72-c/Picture+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-6333287992980446521</id><published>2010-09-22T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T23:35:39.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dhaka 2</title><content type='html'>It is probably my own problem because living in Dhaka city alone is very stress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stress originated from too many nothing-better-to-do people staring at you. And too many people doing too little things or even nothing gets done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the hotel at 11am, and back in hotel for dinner at 630pm. There were bloody &gt;6 hours and actually the most productive period was that one hour in 2-3pm. We spent most of our time talking, stuck in the traffic and even more waiting for something (to happen). We even didn't have time for lunch. (?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even during that hour when I am fully focus on my job, at least 5 people were surrounding me in that room, and a lot of people moving in and out that room. For those staying, they were either blocking my way while chit chatting, or they were not blocking my way chit chatting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those neither, they were blocking my way when they stared at me doing the job. They will stick out their bloody head want to see it (and block my view), or they will stick out their bloody hand to touch it (and mess up my calibration). They certainly placed their curiosity higher priority than for me to get the job done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was, I asked for a scissors they gave me a plier; I asked for a pen knife they gave me a used surgery blade without handle (I dunno what the blade cut before!! heart? brain? HIV tissue? Hep B+ liver?). And they all stared at me using 2 fingers holding the 1 inch surgery blade to cut open the tape seal on the boxes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is 930pm local time, the hon and siren are simply unbearable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss home already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-6333287992980446521?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/6333287992980446521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=6333287992980446521&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/6333287992980446521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/6333287992980446521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/09/dhaka-2.html' title='Dhaka 2'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-9098583123496982821</id><published>2010-09-22T11:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T11:48:42.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dhaka</title><content type='html'>I am having a Bangladeshi-flavor moon cake festival in Dhaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked in the hotel at around 1230am last night. I can't sleep well because the siren and hon from the road started waking me up at 630am. Non-stop since, so I decided to wake up around 8am, damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The expressway and city area is probably the main connection to all area around Dhaka. It was an expressway shared by trucks, city buses, cars, green mini-tutu-bike (don't know what it called) and 3-wheels-bicycle carrying many kilograms of kuli-bao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TJl3_YiduoI/AAAAAAAAAsE/_UULeCdnbVA/s1600/tutu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TJl3_YiduoI/AAAAAAAAAsE/_UULeCdnbVA/s320/tutu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519574749121723010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike Pakistan, here got no good mango. juice. or dessert. Not sure what to expect from everyday meal, I have mango-meal 3 times a day in Pakistan and Manila. Don't know any local signature fruit or food so far, except the "fried rice" that was just plain rice that were fried. Not very imaginative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have not had any real impression to Dhaka yet but it got a bad start because I have to spent my mid-autumn here. I read their newspaper and found this "funny" editorial column talking about the anthrax threat in Bangladesh that spread via the beef. The author said something along this line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...when the ministry suggest the people microwave-cook all the beef for meal probably don't know most of his people in rural area cannot afford the microwave....When you got headache, chop your head off so you don't have headache."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-9098583123496982821?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/9098583123496982821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=9098583123496982821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/9098583123496982821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/9098583123496982821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/09/dhaka.html' title='Dhaka'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TJl3_YiduoI/AAAAAAAAAsE/_UULeCdnbVA/s72-c/tutu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-2246156366699251611</id><published>2010-09-19T16:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T17:14:22.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangkok</title><content type='html'>When I am still over-clocking my brain to sort out several personal matters, I have duty in Bangkok for 3 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least the hotel view temporarily make me relax. The day and night view from 24th floor of Lebua Hotel at State Tower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TJXOSTnN59I/AAAAAAAAAr0/_8NPD27RtJc/s1600/Picture+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TJXOSTnN59I/AAAAAAAAAr0/_8NPD27RtJc/s400/Picture+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518543732310140882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TJXObFuSfoI/AAAAAAAAAr8/mSLhR4WV5nQ/s1600/Picture+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TJXObFuSfoI/AAAAAAAAAr8/mSLhR4WV5nQ/s400/Picture+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518543883200528002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;For an equivalent room-type, it is &lt;a href="http://www.lebua.com/en/lebua-at-state-tower/hotel-packages/#"&gt;1/3 the price&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; compared to Shangri-La. I bet Shangri-La don't even include your breakfast and internet in their package. Ban Shangri-La.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Bangkok is a damn busy place with incredible traffic. It is plain tough to drive there. The traffic drama reached its peak on my way to Airport, where the expressway was jammed like city central. Police on duty during off peak hour at 3pm to control the expressway traffic. It took me 90 minutes to go Airport for a 30 minutes journey. Sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked along the street to find cheap thai massage, unfortunately, there is no 150 baht massage if Shangri-La is nearby, so sorry. I settled for a 300 baht one for 60minutes, and quickly back in hotel to clear my emails so that it doesn't drown me on Monday next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-2246156366699251611?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/2246156366699251611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=2246156366699251611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/2246156366699251611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/2246156366699251611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/09/bangkok.html' title='Bangkok'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TJXOSTnN59I/AAAAAAAAAr0/_8NPD27RtJc/s72-c/Picture+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-1974610029234262284</id><published>2010-09-13T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T16:17:58.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth</title><content type='html'>The truth is, disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, plan B now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-1974610029234262284?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/1974610029234262284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=1974610029234262284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/1974610029234262284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/1974610029234262284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/09/truth.html' title='The truth'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-1841500627747430178</id><published>2010-09-12T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T23:35:41.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The week of truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://kahseong.blogspot.com/"&gt;KS&lt;/a&gt; thinks he is more hardworking than me in blogging. So he came all the way from KL to give me a push here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blog has not been updated for weeks, because I write only when I feel like it. So it means I have not been in the mood for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little bit distracted by the heavy traveling (again), and also not in my right mind to blog anything although September 2010 is special to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my last birthday month in 20s, and the blog 6th anniversary. But that is not all about it yet. I am actually waiting for the application result for my post graduate study, and the final result will be out next week. So the truth will be reveal in the next 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I hit the first stumble in application, but a strong recommendation follows. Not sure how much that counts, so all I can do is to believe I deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not difficult to explain the decision going back to school, but it requires understanding for anyone listening to accept it. We spare the reasons for another day, but the bottom line is, I will try my best to fight for it, but not at all cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only one route at the moment. And frankly, I don't even think of working towards my plan B right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-1841500627747430178?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/1841500627747430178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=1841500627747430178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/1841500627747430178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/1841500627747430178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/09/week-of-truth.html' title='The week of truth'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-5131580727461833831</id><published>2010-08-17T00:42:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T11:37:50.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>研究生</title><content type='html'>周星星同学说他是个研究生。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那研究生到底是怎么回事？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;嗯，假设这个圆圈代表人类世界全部的知识。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TGlrTVeuOuI/AAAAAAAAArc/PxhFJre8VB4/s1600/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TGlrTVeuOuI/AAAAAAAAArc/PxhFJre8VB4/s320/001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506049999364831970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小学毕业后，我们对世界有一点点的了解。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TGlsH2SCuEI/AAAAAAAAArk/IF6Q3-uU82c/s1600/002a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TGlsH2SCuEI/AAAAAAAAArk/IF6Q3-uU82c/s320/002a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506050901523216450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;高中毕业后，认识多了一点，但不是太多。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TGlrQHwASDI/AAAAAAAAArU/u-6cYJx82kE/s1600/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TGlrQHwASDI/AAAAAAAAArU/u-6cYJx82kE/s320/002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506049944139614258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大学毕业后，在既有的知识上，再加一点点。然后，我们术业有专攻。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TGlrMcImOnI/AAAAAAAAArM/7HxdUTDDJ90/s1600/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TGlrMcImOnI/AAAAAAAAArM/7HxdUTDDJ90/s320/003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506049880891996786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;硕士班教育让我们的专长有所延伸。也延深。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TGlrJj041aI/AAAAAAAAArE/NH6ANKisX78/s1600/004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TGlrJj041aI/AAAAAAAAArE/NH6ANKisX78/s320/004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506049831417206178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;阅读最新科学报告让我们接触世界人类知识的尖端，累积最新的知识。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TGlrG3ag64I/AAAAAAAAAq8/ECaDB7NhX8o/s1600/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TGlrG3ag64I/AAAAAAAAAq8/ECaDB7NhX8o/s320/005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506049785135688578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;终于我们到达了一个瓶颈，那是世界知识的末端，没得再前进了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;于是，热身完毕，博士班，嗯，现在才开始。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TGlrEkF6qqI/AAAAAAAAAq0/FzWmlnCeyOU/s1600/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TGlrEkF6qqI/AAAAAAAAAq0/FzWmlnCeyOU/s320/006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506049745589283490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;全副精神专注在一个点上面。那个点，就是你的博士论文。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TGlrBt750II/AAAAAAAAAqs/i6hj2ATDmTo/s1600/007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TGlrBt750II/AAAAAAAAAqs/i6hj2ATDmTo/s320/007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506049696692031618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;锲而不舍，一直往边缘推进。几年后，你突破了瓶颈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TGlq94IMf8I/AAAAAAAAAqk/Vu4076KsXWY/s1600/008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TGlq94IMf8I/AAAAAAAAAqk/Vu4076KsXWY/s320/008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506049630708465602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在大家终于都可以叫你博士了。那个Ph.D.。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TGlq6XAqosI/AAAAAAAAAqc/niac6284VzU/s1600/009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TGlq6XAqosI/AAAAAAAAAqc/niac6284VzU/s320/009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506049570278908610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当然，你看世界的眼光与对世界的看法，和旁人已经不一样。它是那么地丰满。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TGlq3myh7VI/AAAAAAAAAqU/D9KxCQWheT4/s1600/010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TGlq3myh7VI/AAAAAAAAAqU/D9KxCQWheT4/s320/010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506049522974977362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;全人类的世界，因为你酱的研究生的努力，而有了莫大改变。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;像什么那么大。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;酱大。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TGlq0QF69BI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Uh7flSWW-Gc/s1600/011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TGlq0QF69BI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Uh7flSWW-Gc/s320/011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506049465342686226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大家继续努力。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那是我（有可能）将要做的事。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-5131580727461833831?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/5131580727461833831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=5131580727461833831&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/5131580727461833831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/5131580727461833831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title='研究生'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TGlrTVeuOuI/AAAAAAAAArc/PxhFJre8VB4/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-4946758273370201806</id><published>2010-08-08T13:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T14:24:30.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life after Pakistan</title><content type='html'>Karachi showed early sign of restoring on Thursday late evening, and by Friday it was almost back to normal as the street were again filled with extremely high number of people/vehicles, and all gas station were resumed. Plus, all of them were on their way to get the petrol as well as to pray - it's Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flight was 1125pm on Friday but by 925pm I was still in the hospital that was 15min away from hotel; and hotel was 5min drive from Airport. We thought that was OK because there were not many vehicles on the street the past 2 days, until we were trapped in the traffic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TF5LP7Oe_XI/AAAAAAAAAqE/bB-ZOYWgQX0/s1600/Karachi+Traffic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TF5LP7Oe_XI/AAAAAAAAAqE/bB-ZOYWgQX0/s400/Karachi+Traffic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502918531661888882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally reached hotel at 10pm. Damn first my card was expired because it was a late check out; second  my room handle &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;koyak&lt;/span&gt; so I need (to wait for) them to use manual key to open my door; third the reception staff took 10 mins to done my check out after I came down (so they didn't do anything when I was stuck with the koyak door!!). It was 1030pm already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the route to airport, the queue of the cars was damn long for security check as car without flight passenger were prohibited to enter. Again it happened at the departure hall entrance. It was 11pm by the time we were cleared. The Thai Airway check in counter showed the boarding time was 2245.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure we were riding a lot on luck. Not sure how much left in my pocket now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a combo x 2 turbo, the new death continued and the flood &lt;a href="http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/06/more-drama.html"&gt;(again) strike right after I left&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TF5DhykgoSI/AAAAAAAAAp0/m2kh21LzzRU/s1600/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TF5DhykgoSI/AAAAAAAAAp0/m2kh21LzzRU/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502910042482975010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TF5DmHcMOdI/AAAAAAAAAp8/Cy30gODYHeU/s1600/untitled1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 394px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TF5DmHcMOdI/AAAAAAAAAp8/Cy30gODYHeU/s400/untitled1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502910116804704722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-4946758273370201806?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/4946758273370201806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=4946758273370201806&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/4946758273370201806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/4946758273370201806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-after-pakistan.html' title='Life after Pakistan'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TF5LP7Oe_XI/AAAAAAAAAqE/bB-ZOYWgQX0/s72-c/Karachi+Traffic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-7122021627163337090</id><published>2010-08-04T12:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T12:25:39.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am now in Pakistan</title><content type='html'>I did not know what is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Darurat&lt;/span&gt;, but now I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read several number of death from a statistical point of view, 37, 48, 56 or 61...depending where and when I heard the news. Same to the number of casualty...150, or 300 (that's a big difference).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be eager to be on the front line if I were a journalist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I'm not. So I am shouting when can I go home in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TFjphU7LZWI/AAAAAAAAApU/nTjBa5amouM/s1600/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 201px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TFjphU7LZWI/AAAAAAAAApU/nTjBa5amouM/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501403703594935650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TFjplp8XW9I/AAAAAAAAApc/PRaPDBcMmAI/s1600/untitled1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 328px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TFjplp8XW9I/AAAAAAAAApc/PRaPDBcMmAI/s400/untitled1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501403777956535250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is ONE good news for the Pakistan financial center in Karachi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TFjpu2T5iVI/AAAAAAAAAps/qqi7xF3S22M/s1600/untitled5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 358px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TFjpu2T5iVI/AAAAAAAAAps/qqi7xF3S22M/s400/untitled5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501403935895292242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately it doesn't concern me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-7122021627163337090?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/7122021627163337090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=7122021627163337090&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/7122021627163337090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/7122021627163337090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-am-now-in-pakistan.html' title='I am now in Pakistan'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TFjphU7LZWI/AAAAAAAAApU/nTjBa5amouM/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-4525519681443813341</id><published>2010-08-03T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T00:52:29.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paul-da-Octopus</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xamVP10VP6I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xamVP10VP6I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The revenge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-4525519681443813341?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/4525519681443813341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=4525519681443813341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/4525519681443813341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/4525519681443813341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/08/paul-da-octopus.html' title='Paul-da-Octopus'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-4486541261259273121</id><published>2010-08-03T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T00:39:06.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TFb0bX2eldI/AAAAAAAAApM/fuCPbwI5oHw/s1600/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 371px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TFb0bX2eldI/AAAAAAAAApM/fuCPbwI5oHw/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500852745975797202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is .....quite funny. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-4486541261259273121?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/4486541261259273121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=4486541261259273121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/4486541261259273121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/4486541261259273121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TFb0bX2eldI/AAAAAAAAApM/fuCPbwI5oHw/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-1484282845037741874</id><published>2010-08-01T11:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T12:40:50.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just the way it is</title><content type='html'>So, I am going to Pakistan &lt;a href="http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/05/reluctant-traveler.html"&gt;again&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For god sake, as a self-declared multinational company, the risk going to a country like this should be explained and covered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No it doesn't. The preparation for it is nothing more than other relatively ......predictable countries like South East Asia, Hong Kong or Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is easy to argue who who and who also went there and came back safe and sound. I feel the argument is just convenient and irresponsible, because based on the frequency of incidents in Pakistan, it is riding a lot on luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember once I told someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The value of a worker at the construction site is less than a managerial executive working in office, because the risk and chance of accident for construction workers is very much higher than the manager. However, the insurance that are available that safe guard the construction worker is very much less than the manager. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There the value is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is "unfair" but this is just the way it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Act of God designation on all insurance policies... means roughly that you cannot be insured for the accidents that are most likely to happen to you. If your ox kicks a hole in your neighbour's Maserati, however, indemnity is instantaneous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......How likely you own an ox (not a BMW), while your neighbour own a Maserati (not a chicken), and you guys are still neighbour, and your ox kicks a hole in his car? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So based on "the theory of the worker and the manager", now you know I am the lowest life-form in the company hierarchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, here's my passport photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TFT6rZhfp-I/AAAAAAAAApE/W9GfERtiiYU/s1600/Ameba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TFT6rZhfp-I/AAAAAAAAApE/W9GfERtiiYU/s320/Ameba.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500296668418910178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-1484282845037741874?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/1484282845037741874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=1484282845037741874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/1484282845037741874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/1484282845037741874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-way-it-is.html' title='Just the way it is'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TFT6rZhfp-I/AAAAAAAAApE/W9GfERtiiYU/s72-c/Ameba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-2484061106567394228</id><published>2010-07-30T16:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T12:35:08.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>卧薪尝胆</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TFKgSB3Zf-I/AAAAAAAAAos/mnEeVUO02Uo/s1600/1217393228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TFKgSB3Zf-I/AAAAAAAAAos/mnEeVUO02Uo/s400/1217393228.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499634326571679714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我重新看了一遍卧薪尝胆。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这成语卧薪尝胆就是讲述越王勾践战败，被吴王夫差（chai）俘虏，忍辱偷生为吴国奴，回到越国后不敢忘了耻辱，发奋图强灭了吴国。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;里面的主角当然是勾践（陈道明），他的夫人叫雅鱼（左小青），史实里应该没有雅鱼这个人物，可是，&lt;a href="http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_10.html"&gt;我很喜欢她&lt;/a&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;戏里，雅鱼不算是一个特别美丽的角色，也比不上西施（安以轩）。她是一个端庄贤淑，知书达理，宠辱不惊，深明大义的皇后，偏偏命运坎坷。虽母仪天下，好日子没多，苦日子没少。至于如何端庄，如何达理，如何不惊等等，我就不详述，等你自己去看好了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我只是在想，以一个女人能以那样的“深明大义”而置国家于一己之上，说很钦佩只是一个承受不了的轻。雅鱼的个性与行为，很符合当代的价值观吧。越国人民大概会把她当楷模，也是越国人的骄傲。她的坚强，和现在所谓的女权运动是很不一样的。我没看大长今，可是我觉得她们坚强的味道有点像。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对一个男人来说，雅鱼是很难得的；作为一个女人，雅鱼并不让人羡慕。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不是所有的女人都能那样看待自己内心的渴望，所谓深明大义，其实就是做了应该做，却不一定想做的事；可现代大家都很注重自我的感觉，比自我更大的事情嘛，那么多人，你做莫偏偏找我。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这没什么不对，每个时代，甚至每个人的价值观不同。以前的人较有奉献精神，甚至牺牲。现在看来，奉献和牺牲的必要没有那么多。这种精神就算不发生在自己身上，偶尔出现了，有人觉得难能可贵的同时，也会有另一群人觉得那么老套，有去到要牺牲的地步吗?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老实说，我还真不知道。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不过，我那么喜欢雅鱼，当时我一定是越国人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TFKRVq3PNbI/AAAAAAAAAok/0fpW6MArgZk/s1600/11401_20051207_330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TFKRVq3PNbI/AAAAAAAAAok/0fpW6MArgZk/s320/11401_20051207_330.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499617896442049970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-2484061106567394228?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/2484061106567394228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=2484061106567394228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/2484061106567394228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/2484061106567394228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_30.html' title='卧薪尝胆'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TFKgSB3Zf-I/AAAAAAAAAos/mnEeVUO02Uo/s72-c/1217393228.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-234682304245908612</id><published>2010-07-29T15:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T15:52:46.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>再见</title><content type='html'>说再见有很多种方式。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;象是有点酷的挥一挥手，一句话不说转身离开；或者是轻轻拥抱一下，加脸颊贴脸颊，有点欧美式的；或者在工作上“合作愉快”式的，握手说再见。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那些都做得到，只是风俗或习惯的不同，我们不一定有机会用到罢了。原因是，上面那些告别式，不管会不会真的再见，其实都预留了还会见面的空间。所以，那些再见，容易“做得到”。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;至于大家都觉得这是最后一次见面的告别，或大概不容易再见的，就不是所有人都做得到了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;比如两个人的分手；或医院里最后一面；或现在这里没有，电影里有的：应召去战场或执行一些送死任务，要跟家人爱人说再见。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在通讯那么发达，那么多面簿或推特，做那种告别的机会其实不多，大家疏于练习，更难做到。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那天，我什么都没说，千里迢迢，特地吃了一餐再见饭。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是一顿鸭饭。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TFEt9hK6AZI/AAAAAAAAAoM/9ZuHTvs7BIo/s1600/goodbye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TFEt9hK6AZI/AAAAAAAAAoM/9ZuHTvs7BIo/s320/goodbye.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499227154895470994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-234682304245908612?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/234682304245908612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=234682304245908612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/234682304245908612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/234682304245908612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_29.html' title='再见'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TFEt9hK6AZI/AAAAAAAAAoM/9ZuHTvs7BIo/s72-c/goodbye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-8420485873173301016</id><published>2010-07-16T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T23:57:53.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>心结</title><content type='html'>有一种那样的心结。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你解决不了，避免不了，又化解不了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最后，你只好跟那个结比长命。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你心念很强的时候，那个结的力就很弱。你会有一个“我比它长命的日子靠近了“的错觉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当你因其他事有点脆弱时，那个结会突然乘机反噬，把你击得崩溃。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那个当下，你竟然显得那么不堪一击。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那样的心结。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你有没有?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-8420485873173301016?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/8420485873173301016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=8420485873173301016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/8420485873173301016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/8420485873173301016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_16.html' title='心结'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-5279496659404839619</id><published>2010-07-15T12:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T15:09:33.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>等待</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TD60GjBVhgI/AAAAAAAAAnk/cWMZHHc5RnQ/s1600/1_200704251536151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TD60GjBVhgI/AAAAAAAAAnk/cWMZHHc5RnQ/s400/1_200704251536151.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494026620011644418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们一生人都在不停地等待。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;七岁以前，我们等喝奶，等睡觉，等洗澡，等上学。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;十三岁以前，我们等巴士，等放学，等漫画周刊，等礼拜七点半的ninja turtle。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;十七岁以前，我们等考试，等成绩，等电话，等女孩子。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;二十三岁以前，我们等进大学，等背包旅行，等录取通知，等女朋友。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;二十九岁以前，我们等机会，等花红，等升职，等结婚。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;三十七岁以前，我们等股票升，等房建好，等装修工人来，等孩子长大。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;四十三岁以前，我们等孩子放学。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;五十三岁以前，我们等孩子结婚。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;六十七岁以前，我们等媳妇怀孕。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;七十三岁以前，我们等孙子长大。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到了八十九岁，我们等着上西天。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人生就是由等待堆积而成的。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-5279496659404839619?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/5279496659404839619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=5279496659404839619&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/5279496659404839619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/5279496659404839619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post_15.html' title='等待'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TD60GjBVhgI/AAAAAAAAAnk/cWMZHHc5RnQ/s72-c/1_200704251536151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-414987471814832054</id><published>2010-07-06T12:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T12:33:15.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell</title><content type='html'>The thing we learn from history is we don't learn from history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not the first time I feel I come out short for the way corporate world works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a struggle without a medical director to support the market in Asia Pacific. A need for a MD is immediate. It took 12 months to recruit our MD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they bloody sacked my MD after he stay in the office for 20 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason is the market does not justify the need for a MD here (huh?), and will not recruit another MD for the next 5 to 10 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The (unofficial) reasons are plenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was unofficially (naturally) doing job as an MD, taking a low rank executive salary package, giving out name card represent the lowest life form in the office but go out live up to the expectation as an MD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They think this is fine, because an MD like me is dirt cheap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 months after I-am-the-MD, it was a struggle without a medical director to support the market in Asia Pacific. A need for a MD is immediate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, they want to recruit an MD now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TDKx1BuZ1rI/AAAAAAAAAnc/z7qEcFRZDLs/s1600/120378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 395px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TDKx1BuZ1rI/AAAAAAAAAnc/z7qEcFRZDLs/s400/120378.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490646420272305842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-414987471814832054?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/414987471814832054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=414987471814832054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/414987471814832054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/414987471814832054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-hell.html' title='What the hell'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TDKx1BuZ1rI/AAAAAAAAAnc/z7qEcFRZDLs/s72-c/120378.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-651602229986881904</id><published>2010-07-01T21:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T22:50:52.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>毕业歌</title><content type='html'>我今早翻东西，翻出了一张十年前的草稿。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那是我的毕业歌。原来我毕业十年了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那时，学生讲话很没重量的，老师大完。可是我们生来就是要捣乱，乳名都叫化骨龙。那个老师不知道为什么很不喜欢电子吉他的声音，又不喜欢有base。好像一定要唱到象小虎队红蜻蜓那样才可以在校园里唱，那些什么band都是被banned的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没有那些，我们不能够umzi-umzi心里很狗不爽。不过还是乖乖作了一首老师看了听了一定pass的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;年少轻狂与荒唐 （这个故事较梦想）&lt;br /&gt;一心想飞到他乡 （虽曾经无助彷徨）&lt;br /&gt;容我平静地遗忘曾有过的悲伤 （心中坚持的所有让我们不断成长）&lt;br /&gt;即将离开的朋友 （忘掉昔日的沮丧）&lt;br /&gt;梦想等待你们 （带着欢笑飞扬）&lt;br /&gt;勇敢实现一个一个愿望 （边走边唱那歌声多嘹亮）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;昨日回忆明天希望&lt;br /&gt;今后我们不再迷茫&lt;br /&gt;朋友老师同伴&lt;br /&gt;这些年来共闯&lt;br /&gt;写下的故事荡气回肠&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的梦想在远方&lt;br /&gt;由你陪伴我愿闯&lt;br /&gt;路上风吹雨打依然倔强&lt;br /&gt;也许风很强 （也许很孤单）&lt;br /&gt;也许前途茫茫 （也许路上苍凉）&lt;br /&gt;明天星光依旧灿烂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在永远都一样&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一看就知道是那种为赋新词强说愁的行货，加上木吉他（而已）的声音，好像在唱清明时节雨纷纷，路上新人换旧人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们呈上这首歌，老师赞不绝口，一下子就通过，可以全体练习了。我们当然练习，还非常努力，花几倍的时间，练另外一首歌。那时在nalanda读书的，就会有额外时间练习，就乘休息拼命唱k练，练这首（有umzi-umzi的）：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;匆匆光阴飞逝不断 毕业生又再共聚一堂&lt;br /&gt;欢乐笑声能驱走悲伤 泪 不该往下淌&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;炙热的心又燃起火光 想要开拓自己的梦想&lt;br /&gt;重重阻碍使我不能顺利的闯&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不必忧伤只要很努力地干&lt;br /&gt;飞越前方我们必须有自信在胸膛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们是千禧的毕业生 我们的心胸有同样的兴奋&lt;br /&gt;我们要突破自己展现实力 拥抱缤纷精彩人生&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们是千禧的毕业生 我们的前方是锦绣的前程&lt;br /&gt;只要肯克服自己 有坚毅的心 冲上人生的高峰&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;无悔我青春&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当然看歌词看不出曲的气势，不过，如果前一首是辛晓琪的味道那种拍子，那么这首歌就是beyond海阔天空的。基本上，这首歌是呐喊型的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;毕业典礼那天，我们都唱了前面那首......来开喉warm up。老师看见台上有吉他和bass amplifier x 2 的时候，心里大概有数了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是的，老师。那是我们的毕业典礼，所以我们要umzi-umzi。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TCyqmCX6PXI/AAAAAAAAAnU/xcEs6iUdBok/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TCyqmCX6PXI/AAAAAAAAAnU/xcEs6iUdBok/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488949616306699634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-651602229986881904?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/651602229986881904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=651602229986881904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/651602229986881904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/651602229986881904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='毕业歌'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TCyqmCX6PXI/AAAAAAAAAnU/xcEs6iUdBok/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-7415871599231824793</id><published>2010-06-26T16:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T16:54:20.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traveler</title><content type='html'>I am, by theory, a traveler of the world, via the eyes of books. I read a lot since I was a kid, and I perceived it as I've been there myself. It hardly occurs to me that I am a mere second hand reader through the eyes of other people in practical until I really have the chance to travel for business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back myself, despite a "frequent traveler" back and forth between Singapore and Ipoh after my university days, the only time now I considered myself traveling was when I went to Hong Kong / China when I was 15. And the other time when I flied on Air Asia to Sabah for graduation trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was effectively a sum of of my traveling history by age of 27. Sure I've been in places like Redang and Cameron and what not, but none of them have me feeling the sense of exposure owe to traveling itself. Like, it is just another beach, or another highland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am too young then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was checking my account, the record standing at about 250,000 km, considering this represent returning distance, I have traveled 120,000km to date. I am doing this because I am calculating my left over mileage available for free ticket claim Singapore Airline has owe me. And the reason i am calculating is because I am soon stop flying, to take a rest on (frequent) traveling, perhaps for the next 4-5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120,000km is a milestone, that I've travel so much. And it is always eventful, from the snow, cyclone, local food, local strange practice, "special" hospitality, missing train, exotic experience, airport security grill, all kind of air-stewardess and all kind of unexpected incidents.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is time for me to go back on the books, before I travel again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And travel more than 120,000km.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TCW8gveszKI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Liso0sQqWd8/s1600/Staff+Area.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TCW8gveszKI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Liso0sQqWd8/s400/Staff+Area.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486998991707884706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-7415871599231824793?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/7415871599231824793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=7415871599231824793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/7415871599231824793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/7415871599231824793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/06/traveler.html' title='Traveler'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TCW8gveszKI/AAAAAAAAAm8/Liso0sQqWd8/s72-c/Staff+Area.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-7392533972137891528</id><published>2010-06-17T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T23:28:50.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>天真</title><content type='html'>什么是长大？时时理智地处理好一切事物，处处冷静地协调好一切关系，游刃有余地生活着，不想，不敢再去做梦。看得我都想哭了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那是我快二十（一）岁的堂妹说的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想也许她遇见的任何一个（所谓）“长大“了的人，都是那个样子的吧。不是什么特别奇遇，大概和我们遇见的人（种）差不多。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大家也许不会觉得 “理智，冷静，游刃有余“ 是一件让人想哭的事情，只是当这些一定会和不敢不想做梦（象连体婴般）出现时，不要说她，连我都想哭。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好像人长越大，越不会觉得无聊。无聊会让人觉得你很幼稚，很天真，很长不大。可是如果你不无聊的话，你是没有时间发白日梦的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我常常觉得，天下的宝宝都好奇，且是天生的；天下的宝宝会懒惰去好奇，却是后天的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;宝宝长大，以前让她兴奋雀跃的，现在不能了；以前看见这个时，有灯泡一亮的感觉，现在没有了。有一点曾经沧海难为水，除却巫山不是云的味道。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;巫山是很高没错，可是每个人心里的巫山，却只能和你所期望的那样高。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你身边有一堆巫山，可是最高的只有三十几寸，凭你那天生的素质，随便一跨就三百几米，你不怎么努力，还能够 “理智，冷静，游刃有余“，偏偏也同时不怎么 “无聊“ 了。因为没有动力，所以日子过得庸庸碌碌。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;结果。你变成大人，哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们要坚持相信，世上有那样的巫山存在，光看它的高度，就让人感动得哭，只是我还没遇见那个人罢了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这个坚持，坐井观天的是没办法做到的，因为让人感动的巫山，放不进那口井。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-7392533972137891528?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/7392533972137891528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=7392533972137891528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/7392533972137891528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/7392533972137891528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='天真'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-5907824979522016453</id><published>2010-06-08T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T23:58:33.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More drama</title><content type='html'>This is the last episode of the trilogy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in Karachi, there was a cyclone formed nearby the shore like just 1000km away, intensifying while moving towards Karachi. It hit Oman hard on my 2nd day (Thursday, 3 June 2010), and anticipated to hit Karachi in the next 24 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I was extremely &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;prihatin&lt;/span&gt; about the cyclone. But you can hardly blame me because I have not been so close to any natural disaster to date, thanks to my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tanahair&lt;/span&gt; who has everything but this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, the Cyclone Phet. (This is the actual image)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TBT4tdCNkYI/AAAAAAAAAmU/pnTXpY-RoQ4/s1600/cyclone+phet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TBT4tdCNkYI/AAAAAAAAAmU/pnTXpY-RoQ4/s400/cyclone+phet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482280106188444034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, i felt a little anxious but not too paranoid because nothing abnormal happened and nobody around me talked about it (at all). I decided to demonstrate some national pride kind-of thing. So I also pretend like "oh, come on, I've been this for so many times~peanuts.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately the intensity were losing when it reached the shore of Karachi. It was fine, but not fine enough to make my flight departed on time. The flight leaving Karachi was delayed for close to 2 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well done, so I will replay the episode in Bangkok. When I walked out from the cabin, Emirates staff already expecting my arrival and gathered all passengers connecting to Singapore and Kuala Lumpur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I have a chance to take a look at this. But the total minutes I stay in Dubai was 30 minutes at best, including the time I am in the cabin before it took off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TBT9suAuwXI/AAAAAAAAAmk/676hyWvoL14/s1600/dubai_united_arabic_emirates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TBT9suAuwXI/AAAAAAAAAmk/676hyWvoL14/s400/dubai_united_arabic_emirates.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482285591123902834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, finally I was back in Singapore safe and sound on Saturday (5 June 2010) evening. I feel like I am in another world. Appreciate the drains and the lights that switched on at night, and disaster free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my curiosity, I checked on the news after I came back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dawn.com/wps/wcm/connect/dawn-content-library/dawn/the-newspaper/front-page/cyclone-ravages-sindh-coast,-spares-karachi-760"&gt;This is Karachi on Monday&lt;/a&gt;. 2 days after I came home. Karachi got no drain, I've told you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TBT9-I3Q67I/AAAAAAAAAms/jpb_Rh4UZ7w/s1600/608x325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TBT9-I3Q67I/AAAAAAAAAms/jpb_Rh4UZ7w/s400/608x325.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482285890389732274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-5907824979522016453?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/5907824979522016453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=5907824979522016453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/5907824979522016453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/5907824979522016453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/06/more-drama.html' title='More drama'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TBT4tdCNkYI/AAAAAAAAAmU/pnTXpY-RoQ4/s72-c/cyclone+phet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-3577822788801746613</id><published>2010-06-03T01:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T02:04:31.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama</title><content type='html'>Right after I sat down, I was told the flight to Bangkok will be delay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than a while later it was cancelled because "it returned to Bangkok", so I was being put to Cathay Pacific an hour later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is, my connecting flight to Pakistan is 335pm from Bangkok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my flight touched down at 3pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the departure gate is 20 minutes away from the arrival gate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the security check is full of people going to Middle East with excessive luggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never felt a bigger airport than Bangkok International Suvarnabhumi Airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TAacyJhsyLI/AAAAAAAAAmM/nkkzXXwTPyY/s1600/airport-security-line.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 395px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TAacyJhsyLI/AAAAAAAAAmM/nkkzXXwTPyY/s400/airport-security-line.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478238382107445426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-3577822788801746613?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/3577822788801746613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=3577822788801746613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/3577822788801746613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/3577822788801746613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/06/drama.html' title='Drama'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/TAacyJhsyLI/AAAAAAAAAmM/nkkzXXwTPyY/s72-c/airport-security-line.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-5362367575423901323</id><published>2010-05-26T10:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T10:39:43.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reluctant Traveler</title><content type='html'>Frankly I am reluctant to travel this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike Taiwan, Thailand, Korea, Japan, Hong Kong....I bet most of the people reading this right now cannot accurately map out in the mind where Pakistan is located, or name all its neighboring countries, or its capital city correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just apprehensive. Conveniently ignore this and this may just be another place for holiday, you hope. Well, not when there was a fresh bomb in North West of Pakistan last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2010/apr/05/pakistan-bombs-dead"&gt;http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2010/apr/05/pakistan-bombs-dead&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freemedia.at/singleview/4888/"&gt;http://www.freemedia.at/singleview/4888/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with awesome statistic in the past few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.satp.org/satporgtp/countries/pakistan/index.htm"&gt;http://www.satp.org/satporgtp/countries/pakistan/index.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked (with testing water mode) my boss why there is no direct flight from Singapore to Pakistan, when I knew exactly why - too many reluctant traveler like me in Singapore for the same concern. And the concern is a factual reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He answered (with reaction mode) like a matter of fact: "Oh, too many bombing in Pakistan so SIA cancelled the direct flight. Never mind, you can take a connecting flight via Bangkok or Dubai."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...|||!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only good thing I tell myself is I am going to Karachi (yes this is NOT the answer - Islamabad is the capital city) which is at the south.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I tell myself Pakistan is producing things like this.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S_yHIsyfVYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/ffsqu75zjko/s1600/pakistan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 374px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S_yHIsyfVYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/ffsqu75zjko/s400/pakistan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475399830507312514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-5362367575423901323?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/5362367575423901323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=5362367575423901323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/5362367575423901323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/5362367575423901323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/05/reluctant-traveler.html' title='The Reluctant Traveler'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S_yHIsyfVYI/AAAAAAAAAmE/ffsqu75zjko/s72-c/pakistan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-6888795720843381426</id><published>2010-05-20T18:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T18:32:27.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>无可奈何</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S_UN66LyvZI/AAAAAAAAAl8/j2UDT6pmWpA/s1600/frustrated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S_UN66LyvZI/AAAAAAAAAl8/j2UDT6pmWpA/s400/frustrated.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473296227840998802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;无可奈何是你尽最大的能力，想象力，创造力来尝试改变一些事情，却毫无改善的缩辞。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这时，你可能会想是不是耐性不足？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;又或者，是还没有想到更好的方法？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;又或者，只是因为想把烂泥扶上壁？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;无可奈何没有那么大的，只是你选择把它看成很大。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;相由心生而已。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为你的努力即使不会改变事情，也会改变你自己。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-6888795720843381426?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/6888795720843381426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=6888795720843381426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/6888795720843381426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/6888795720843381426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='无可奈何'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S_UN66LyvZI/AAAAAAAAAl8/j2UDT6pmWpA/s72-c/frustrated.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-3018214825433440618</id><published>2010-05-11T00:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T00:09:05.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May day</title><content type='html'>The May is stuffed with a lot of mileage, airport, hotel and hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall keep my head up and heart composed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey is a long one, but I can only put my foot a step forward a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now in Taiwan already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is just the beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-3018214825433440618?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/3018214825433440618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=3018214825433440618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/3018214825433440618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/3018214825433440618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-day.html' title='May day'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-4460018322635807724</id><published>2010-05-07T00:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T00:49:22.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong like the second home</title><content type='html'>Just suddenly realize I came to Hong Kong so often that I thought at one point it was more frequent than I back to Ipoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time I was not staying at central or anywhere near central. I actually very much dislike the crowd in Hong Kong, very gastric. But maybe I will change my mind when I think of Hennessy Lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was very much a short, exciting, dramatic and twisted trip I ever had in Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself running out of HK note. I was missing my lunch. I was in the rain. I was waiting for hours before being told to wait another for 2 hours. I was right in front of it when the mess happened.  I was having a taxi driver telling me I am more Canto than him (?!?!). I was ....about to scold someone remotely from HK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overwhelming stuffs make me feel like I am a superman...who cannot fly but obliged to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salute Jay Chow, I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-4460018322635807724?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/4460018322635807724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=4460018322635807724&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/4460018322635807724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/4460018322635807724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/05/hong-kong-like-second-home.html' title='Hong Kong like the second home'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-6951239130232187960</id><published>2010-04-17T17:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T18:03:47.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>月满轩尼诗</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S8mCm99Z77I/AAAAAAAAAlo/XiU4f0OkI1I/s1600/W020100226482791593811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S8mCm99Z77I/AAAAAAAAAlo/XiU4f0OkI1I/s400/W020100226482791593811.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461039629142192050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我会说这部片子非看不可绝对跟我喜欢张学友没有关系。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...是骗你的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当然，还有汤唯，一个很让人期待的演员，电影里有些镜头很像吴倩莲。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S8mGDDmeq3I/AAAAAAAAAlw/hrw3MOQNj4s/s1600/25_1040327795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S8mGDDmeq3I/AAAAAAAAAlw/hrw3MOQNj4s/s400/25_1040327795.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461043410227866482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;月满轩尼诗是一部发生在轩尼诗道（Hennessy Road）的电影。现在除了尼敦道9号，以后到香港又有多一个地方去了，哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一出散发淡淡爱情香的电影。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;适合周末下午茶。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-6951239130232187960?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/6951239130232187960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=6951239130232187960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/6951239130232187960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/6951239130232187960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post_17.html' title='月满轩尼诗'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S8mCm99Z77I/AAAAAAAAAlo/XiU4f0OkI1I/s72-c/W020100226482791593811.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-5936078485727871157</id><published>2010-04-15T21:26:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T18:06:38.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reborn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S8cUgKHXvGI/AAAAAAAAAlA/ZSghpnTlHEI/s1600/whiteiphones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 397px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S8cUgKHXvGI/AAAAAAAAAlA/ZSghpnTlHEI/s400/whiteiphones.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460355615913655394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea I got this just before 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think this is a horror iphone experience sharing, it wasn't. Yet it is far from uneventful too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could bear with the short battery life (and yes I did), because it charged quite fast too, I am fine. Then I found myself caught with bad reception and bad ear-piece. Well, for the former maybe it is starhub...and most probably so. For the latter, I could live without because I never use ear piece until mc keep putting this idea in my head - and I think iphone style is more related to handfree-ear piece than holding it the old way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still holding it the old way because the ear piece is hard to listen and hard to speak through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until this morning, my iphone shut down without any alert and I am 120% sure it was not running out of battery because my last action was unplug the charger, and my last view was...battery 87%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just died off the next moment I saw it after I was on the road. No sign. No alert. No drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried with so many other methods we learn from other handphone brand like taking out the sim card and put it back, try to press restart button etc. Sorry the battery is no where to be removed and put back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just wait for the apple shop to open la what else. While I am eagerly counting down the clock to 10am, I realized the bloody died iphone is heating up. I rushed to the shop and it wasn't open yet by 10am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back anxiously to do a search on the google, using key word like "iphone 3gs sh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I finish i saw the autocompleted-thingy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S8cZCM1BoJI/AAAAAAAAAlY/GfzDfosgd60/s1600/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 344px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S8cZCM1BoJI/AAAAAAAAAlY/GfzDfosgd60/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460360598804078738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love Google. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I was not alone. This guy put up his problem (like mine) with so many details that are so similar. I could not hold my breathe to finish off the 3rd line but to scroll down to look for solution (you know, normally this kind of forum got so many ppl complaint about the same stuff all looking for solution but actually none provided any that is working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw this rated as "BEST SOLUTION".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S8cabZohynI/AAAAAAAAAlg/V4wGIbyyYEM/s1600/untitleda.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 164px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S8cabZohynI/AAAAAAAAAlg/V4wGIbyyYEM/s400/untitleda.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460362131249678962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, salute this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes me feel like reborn along with my iphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold UNTIL you see the apple on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 seconds it was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-5936078485727871157?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/5936078485727871157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=5936078485727871157&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/5936078485727871157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/5936078485727871157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/04/reborn.html' title='Reborn'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S8cUgKHXvGI/AAAAAAAAAlA/ZSghpnTlHEI/s72-c/whiteiphones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-3130204441473860383</id><published>2010-04-07T14:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T14:53:49.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>陪审团</title><content type='html'>陪审团是法庭里判断是非对错，维护正义的人。陪审团的判决，就是法官的参考，要用来决定判刑的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;法庭外也有很多陪审团，也有很多意见。不用考执照还做买法官。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老虎，切尔西队长和梁导的事情很容易让人觉得很灰心，听见了都不舒服。即使我一开始又有了那种：“天下男人都犯的错”的感觉，接下来只是觉得不忍心看下去。我们对这些事大多都有一些想法，不过我觉得不用像个维护世界道德次序的圣人急着下判。我们都还不够格，偏偏每个人都煞有介事像个受害者般，被搞的是自己的老婆，还陪上自己的妹妹。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;需要那样吗?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他们对个别行业的贡献不容置疑，我们好像怎么努力都无法象他们那么有成就，名气和财富，现在我们终于发现他们的错，所以迫不及待大打落水狗。越是有成就的人犯错，我们下意识越希望他们摔得越痛。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他们都确实背叛了自己的女人，可是我们总是对别人残忍，对自己宽容。食色性也，男女好色是本性，只是有些人比较会管理情欲；有些人比较任“性”罢了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;法庭里的陪审团有宪法为依据，所谓的正义也不断在国会里被重新阐释，与时并进。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而法庭外的陪审团，打着正义的旗号，其实随着心情维护个人喜好或面子罢了。无关真相是非黑白对错。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S7wkkEmJiWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/jk6MXQ0q5i8/s1600/tiger-woods-affair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S7wkkEmJiWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/jk6MXQ0q5i8/s400/tiger-woods-affair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457277050593839458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-3130204441473860383?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/3130204441473860383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=3130204441473860383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/3130204441473860383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/3130204441473860383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='陪审团'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S7wkkEmJiWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/jk6MXQ0q5i8/s72-c/tiger-woods-affair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-8543994355524022030</id><published>2010-03-29T21:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T22:56:41.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我的我的天才梦</title><content type='html'>我小学时，是那种在十大外面徘徊的边缘人。成绩不错，不过不够好进十大，很不过瘾。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我突然有了企图心，要发奋图强，想进十大。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那年，我三年级。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;年尾发成绩：（又是）十一名。我一直想不通，四科我总平均九十六点多，为什么还是十一名。于是我哭了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还好，我帮自己挣回一口气，因为那年我作文比赛第一名，把那些十大都干掉了。然后，名正言顺变成了“小记者“ - 和那些拿第二第三第四第五的十大一起。连晚上睡觉发梦都笑。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小记者当然要访问名人和报导新闻，于是我拿起电话访问一个霹雳常识比赛的代表，写了一篇访问，交给负责老师。我不知道后来发生了什么事，那篇校刊上的访问稿怎么看都是我写的，只是最后那段被修改了一点。怎么没叫我改正再交稿？那件事小问题，大问题是下面的小记者变成了别人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你猜得没错，又是一个十大的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那时还不懂发脾气，现在想起来，感觉就很受伤。这种人，怎么当人家的老师？还有那个十大，你自己有没有写你不知道的咩？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;后来没发生什么事，因为那时我还没长大。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那时我爱看《好学生》，里头有个专栏专门让小朋友们发牢骚，假装对什么都有一些意见那样投诉学校这个那个。我就是那样，投了第一篇稿。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当我看见自己的名字时，兴奋得什么那样。就这样，我投了一篇又一篇，稿费一律三块钱。四五篇过后，我有点慢慢显了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有点意兴阑珊下，我转攻他们的小文章，发现那个好赚很多，一个字一分钱。那时我随手一挥就可以写下五百个字，作家好像很容易当叻。于是我投了一篇又一篇，假造了一个又一个虚构的故事，骗很多很多稿费。而且，原稿不用交给老师过目，我一写完马上就可以寄出去，不用她来改。我假假也是作文比赛第一名咧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那时，我已经完全不把十大当成目标，因为投稿真的好玩多了。就在我离十大愈来愈远的同时，我看见全国征文比赛的通告。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当时，我用想象力，虚构了一个我心目中的老师，一举夺得全国中学组第三名。编辑的评语我到现在还记得一点：。。。语言生动。。。却不失对老师的一份尊重。读了评语，连我自己都觉这个老师真的就在我身边，（稿费）太帅了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;高中我忙着写信，没时间投稿。到后来，网络兴起，部落格大杀四方，连我也不能幸免。然后，就蒙到现在了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;二零零二年，侯老书写了一本《我的天才梦》。我的感觉从那里来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S7C1BTxrzlI/AAAAAAAAAkw/wW7oEtqJBvQ/s1600/genius.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S7C1BTxrzlI/AAAAAAAAAkw/wW7oEtqJBvQ/s400/genius.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454058182838832722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-8543994355524022030?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/8543994355524022030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=8543994355524022030&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/8543994355524022030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/8543994355524022030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post_29.html' title='我的我的天才梦'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S7C1BTxrzlI/AAAAAAAAAkw/wW7oEtqJBvQ/s72-c/genius.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-2058548059010933508</id><published>2010-03-19T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T00:28:08.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>工作</title><content type='html'>小s被老公殴的新闻，是我在等人时瞄到柜台上我报才知道的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好热闹的八卦。明星真难当，我想。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我忘了，其实明星的朋友家人应该更难当，一定烦死。然后烦到气话脱口而出，说不定就酱被套，然后无限被扩大，然后一条线变成了一件成衣。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然后成衣见报后你怎样跟你那明星朋友解释澄清其实不是你放假消息出去都会被详细报道。（好长！）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是，蔡康永竟然那么悠闲。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“...这也是我们工作的一部分.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;知道那么想的人，蛮厉害的；能够那么想的人，道行更高。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;让我们不爽或生气的原因很多，（骗自己）不需要生气的原因也很多。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只是，让你真正不生气的想法通常都不是那些“不生气的原因”，而且通常只有一个。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就是接受。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-2058548059010933508?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/2058548059010933508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=2058548059010933508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/2058548059010933508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/2058548059010933508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post_19.html' title='工作'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-2142368804576176638</id><published>2010-03-16T21:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T21:59:39.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>无聊</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S5-I1DyViXI/AAAAAAAAAkI/8EFEALoL91U/s1600-h/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 351px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S5-I1DyViXI/AAAAAAAAAkI/8EFEALoL91U/s400/001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449224519272466802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我在侯文咏那边看见这个，实在没有办法不笑。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这种无聊事，尤其在上很无聊的课，或很无聊的老师的课时，我们大概都干过。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S5-JH5ROg6I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/yU8ri7RA2xw/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S5-JH5ROg6I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/yU8ri7RA2xw/s400/002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449224842866754466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那时很流行画气功，七龙珠那种龟派气功，或厉害一点的，可以画比克的螺旋波（还是叫别的名字？）。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不然就是帮那些苏丹，或陈祯禄，或陈平画上日耳曼纳粹的小胡子。个个变了一个样，都像个日本人了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S5-JOJkJE2I/AAAAAAAAAkY/eRgLc2JFkBU/s1600-h/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S5-JOJkJE2I/AAAAAAAAAkY/eRgLc2JFkBU/s400/003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449224950320272226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不知道为什么现在被人叫无聊好像很丢脸。还是你有很多东西在心里闷着，让你再也笑不出来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然后你越看见人家笑，你越觉得不好笑；你越觉得人家幼稚；然后渐渐地，那些本来很好笑的，看起来都变得很无聊了。无聊的东西还笑的话，你怕别人觉得你幼稚.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....最后什么都小不出来了。（哈哈）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我希望你们不要觉得我的人很无聊。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我只是觉得很无聊罢了。哈哈。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-2142368804576176638?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/2142368804576176638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=2142368804576176638&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/2142368804576176638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/2142368804576176638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='无聊'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S5-I1DyViXI/AAAAAAAAAkI/8EFEALoL91U/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-8240343220817046927</id><published>2010-03-13T13:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T14:03:33.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Zone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S5sioo_c8VI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Tr0c_raL0T8/s1600-h/green_zone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S5sioo_c8VI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Tr0c_raL0T8/s400/green_zone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447986255828414802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Zone isn't a guy's movie, but guys are probably having an easier grasp of the plot than our ladies. Nonetheless, it wasn't a ladies-unfriendly movie. Green Zone is a mixture of facts and fictions that should quite appeal to anyone who "know" the war in Iraq. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whether you interested in Iraq war issue or not is another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the review from first batch of audience were quite polarized. I think maybe people sometimes tend to pretend like an alternatives because it looks trendy; or simply programmed to be critical because it makes you look like having independent opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think these reviews contained some truth from either school, but I don't really bothered because I was entertained. I don't need to write a newspaper column and give stars anyway....ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So actually this is not a movie review either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there was one scene I just cannot forget. I don't know why but I could suddenly understand what is going through in his mind when Miller (Matt Damon) started to put down his AK-47.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S5spNZKCrVI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Ug1YbFc7p7g/s1600-h/2009_green_zone_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 362px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S5spNZKCrVI/AAAAAAAAAjg/Ug1YbFc7p7g/s400/2009_green_zone_003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447993484302789970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone have the right in deciding the future of its own country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-8240343220817046927?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/8240343220817046927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=8240343220817046927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/8240343220817046927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/8240343220817046927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/03/green-zone.html' title='Green Zone'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S5sioo_c8VI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Tr0c_raL0T8/s72-c/green_zone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-1427548456348360623</id><published>2010-03-06T10:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T11:41:01.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up In The Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S5HD7B1xyJI/AAAAAAAAAjI/Hd4zpPnDvlk/s1600-h/up_in_the_air-749257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S5HD7B1xyJI/AAAAAAAAAjI/Hd4zpPnDvlk/s400/up_in_the_air-749257.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445348843341334674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't resist for once that I should write something about this movie I watch on my flight back from Philippines last week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it was not so much as I (self-declared) watch too much movie that I do "sense" a good movie. In fact, the movie was so in-tuned with my personal experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying, mileage, privileged, silver lounge....checking in and out of airport has became a matter of standard procedure - that this movie made it an art of being a frequent flyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60,000 miles a year normally enough to earn you a gold status in most airlines, that allows you to enjoy priority check in, priority luggage collection as well as have the luxury lounge to wait for departure - and reminder will be made personally when time for boarding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how much is 60k miles? that is about 1k mileage for every 2 hours of flying - one return flight SG-KL = ~500 mileage. If you make 120-130 trips annually from Changi - KLIA, then you earn yourself the gold member as KrisFlyer for SIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to reach it, and even harder to maintain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what about this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vera Farmiga is a 60k annual mileage gold member, who got humbled effortlessly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because George Clooney flies 350k a year.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S5HDhKaokcI/AAAAAAAAAjA/TZNnJ11sDfc/s1600-h/Up-In-The-Air.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S5HDhKaokcI/AAAAAAAAAjA/TZNnJ11sDfc/s400/Up-In-The-Air.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445348398966804930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The obsession has something to do with the element of "privileged" and of course, some "feel-good-factor" when you find yourself walk straight to the check in counter when the ordinary queue were as long as traffic jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not a good value to show off this way, but you do enjoy the way they look at you with envy in their eyes. That is a glorious moment you've earn by merely fulfilling your duty travelling for business purpose - it is close to impossible for ordinary traveler to earn that amount of mileage purely from personal holiday trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S5HLyd1SyKI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/1jrd9Xu2VU8/s1600-h/2009upintheair1main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S5HLyd1SyKI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/1jrd9Xu2VU8/s400/2009upintheair1main.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445357492329695394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, of course all food and drinks in the lounge are free. From cheap sushi to char kuey teow; from coffee to wine or whiskey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The airline is the most discriminative organization on earth, that service standard you received is entirely and purely determined by mileage. In another way, it is a complete "credit-based" system. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you will learn more than a credit-based system from Up In The Air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-1427548456348360623?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/1427548456348360623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=1427548456348360623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/1427548456348360623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/1427548456348360623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/03/up-in-air.html' title='Up In The Air'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S5HD7B1xyJI/AAAAAAAAAjI/Hd4zpPnDvlk/s72-c/up_in_the_air-749257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-1153939813410935243</id><published>2010-02-28T12:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T13:13:10.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>元宵节</title><content type='html'>去年元宵，&lt;a href="http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_10.html"&gt;我在上海&lt;/a&gt;，时间过得真快。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;上海那段旅程啊，现在想起来，已经物事人非事事休。区区一年，在工作上显得这么短，那么长。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好啦，去年是去年；今年是今年。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今年的元宵，是以一场屡战屡败的赌局开始的。真让人挫败，不过十几块“赌场”入门收费，比那个新开张的便宜很多。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;新年过了，连农历新年都快要过完了，我跑了很多地方。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S4n30jC8kAI/AAAAAAAAAio/faux3Sr78tA/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S4n30jC8kAI/AAAAAAAAAio/faux3Sr78tA/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443154106786811906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;跑了大阪，顺便去奈良一趟。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看见了冰天雪地，白花花的汉城。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回到怡保看见怡保人对牛的礼让精神。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还因为大雾而差一点要留在香港。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;后天，我又要到菲律宾去了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而今年，才过了两个月。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的护照十八个月前只有一个印尼Bintan的印。后来的十八个月里，我用掉很多我这一生飞行的固打，多到护照都快没地方盖印。刚好护照快到期，等换一本新护照时，我大概也会有一段日子不用再像一只没有脚的小鸟那样了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;休息，是为了走更长远的路。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;让我用扶桑的日出来说元宵节快乐。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S4nzQ5q2KbI/AAAAAAAAAig/pBiGLAgCQVM/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S4nzQ5q2KbI/AAAAAAAAAig/pBiGLAgCQVM/s400/Picture+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443149096337942962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-1153939813410935243?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S4n30jC8kAI/AAAAAAAAAio/faux3Sr78tA/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-2749137915306826181</id><published>2010-02-11T09:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T09:57:39.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>新年来了</title><content type='html'>大家现在应该已经知道我的一年在除夕结束，年初一开始。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一月一号，公假吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好想快点过年。我好累。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果累得有同甘共苦的感觉，我会比较有干劲。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真是无法不觉得谦虚的leadership。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;什么样的人都有啊，真怀念他还在的日子。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-2749137915306826181?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/2749137915306826181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>头痛</title><content type='html'>我的头很痛。肩膀更痛。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真是难过。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原来我上一次睡正常觉，是拜二晚上。下一次要等到拜六晚。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;新年的时候，可不可以过个安稳的好年？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想念大家，忙里凑出十分钟打个招呼。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;走啦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真像一只没脚的小鸟。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-301470937619100376?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/301470937619100376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=301470937619100376&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/301470937619100376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/301470937619100376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_29.html' title='头痛'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-5511533549896248263</id><published>2010-01-16T11:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T12:31:59.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>张学友</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S1FAZkf3yRI/AAAAAAAAAiI/EQDURIDtFZ4/s1600-h/20090531143030_83837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S1FAZkf3yRI/AAAAAAAAAiI/EQDURIDtFZ4/s400/20090531143030_83837.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427189833996421394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是我的偶像，却唱不出每一首歌。没有觉得歹势，因为我觉得张学友自己也做不到，哈哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实，不是要讲张学友，我只是突然想起张学友在香港红馆演唱会的一番话。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那时有人以为他那么老练了，什么场面没见过，演唱会上台一定很淡定吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是和外人所以为的不同，无论上台多少次，他都无法很镇定的。他说。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不过，那种上台前的肾上腺素分泌，让他一点点紧张和兴奋，倒是可以让他更快进入演唱会的情绪里。那时，他这么说。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;偶像一出场杀那间的心情，如果和去图书馆读书一样，那场演唱会完蛋了。我想到酱，都不想去看了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这就是强迫性地让自己镇定，却发现越强迫越紧张；和接受自己无法做到100分镇定，干脆接受自己会紧张的分别。能够享受在自己的紧张里，原来那么容易，又那么艰难。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实，只要专注在能够完成的事情上，接受那些不稳定因素并不能靠蛮横的意志力就能排除的事实，可能才是最好的方法。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;用错力的时候，是不是我们过于执著想要控制一些从来都无法控制的东西，却忽略了踏实地迈出向目标的每一步？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我也应该那样。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不愧是我的偶像。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-8642374469721130371</id><published>2010-01-14T21:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T21:58:32.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>有时候</title><content type='html'>有时，我在想，世上是不是有些事情应该没眼看。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;用很个人的眼光来看待，没眼看是选择了不用别人的过错来惩罚自己。何必为了那点事情跟自己过不去，因为要去在意的话，真的让人很生气肚懒的，看开也是一修炼来的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;用比较正面进取的说法，当然要马上出面极力纠正，否则一颗烂苹果搞坏一箩好苹果。多管闲事？当然不是，意图好的难堪事而已，不然人人会觉得世界惩勤赏懒，大家一块变坏苹果罢了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这些事情，什么时候进取，什么时候闭一只眼，跟个性很有关系的。没有对的方法，只有最适合那种个性的人的方法。教人管理学的书市面上多到你妈都不认得，天下那么多种人，如果看几本书会让每一个不同的人都变成管理guru未免太天真啦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当然。那种道行很高的老鸟，是可以很自在怡然的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;道行高嘛。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S08i6QFdo5I/AAAAAAAAAiA/q7AwqnDGuoE/s1600-h/2282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S08i6QFdo5I/AAAAAAAAAiA/q7AwqnDGuoE/s400/2282.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426594460150375314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-8642374469721130371?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/8642374469721130371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=8642374469721130371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/8642374469721130371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/8642374469721130371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='有时候'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/S08i6QFdo5I/AAAAAAAAAiA/q7AwqnDGuoE/s72-c/2282.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-3177363612686355613</id><published>2010-01-05T00:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T23:54:16.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>It was a 2009 that ended with a lazy December, haha...too lazy even to type it in chinese. Unbeaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really in a mood to review what I've done in the past 12 months. It was well documented in the entries, but a quick glance of few moments to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I spent my first CNY in Malacca in 3 years...maybe more. It was not a significant moment but I thought that was a rare gesture (!) of myself to do it my way. Ya, I was made in Malacca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I spent my first Chap Goh Meh oversea, and it was in the beautiful Shang Hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I went to Manchester, went to Old Trafford and smell the air of it!! I even touched the stature of George Best!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I met her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I reunited with my lovely cousin in Hong Kong after 12 years! Gosh, girl-big-18-change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I had my first continental level presentation. It was unbelievable. I felt like a rock star, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I approached within 4km away from North Korea!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I visited Bird's Nest and Water Cube in Beijing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I've lost a mentor whom was potentially a decider of my career. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I've read more than 15 books in 12 months, a record I am proud of ...Yeah, Malaysian don't read books. I even think they hate it. It pronounced like "lose".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is a year filled with exposure and experience. Good and bad, so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-3177363612686355613?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/3177363612686355613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=3177363612686355613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/3177363612686355613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/3177363612686355613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-4225072821744102394</id><published>2009-12-02T23:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T00:56:33.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>二零零九年十二月</title><content type='html'>来到今年最后一个月，怎么我都还没过端午节的感觉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我忘了今年是怎么庸庸碌碌地过去时，滑鼠一个点击，就看见部落格上排列着媲美银行transactions的entries。老老实实地，写下当下的心情，原来也是一个回忆。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回响当然没有集体回忆那么大，可是，以一个由玩玩的心态开始的习惯，一下子，加上我在opendiary胡混的日子，我竟然写了七年。以一个月大概三，四篇的速度，不多不少刚刚好。原来我的利害真的不在爆发力，而在持久力。Tahan lasak，马来文叫。这个东西比较矜贵。我觉得。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;来到第七年的关头，怎么我都还刚毕业从沙巴回来的感觉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SxaNMHEXX8I/AAAAAAAAAhk/t2fYPJJ6Jno/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SxaNMHEXX8I/AAAAAAAAAhk/t2fYPJJ6Jno/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410667241527533506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, he is from MARS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当然，物事人非事事休，欲语泪先流的意境在这里是有点硬硬拗的感觉。可是十七个人里面，十个结了婚或快结婚，你不觉得我们度年如日吗。准教授准博士准医生准ceo准爸爸准妈妈，都是大家现在的外号了。大家都很少见面，我也觉得大家其实不是很忙，而是不再有什么那么大的凝聚力把大家凑在一起。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你还在算（看）到底是那十个......那只是我随便念的一个数字，如有雷同，纯属巧合。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;七年里头，有时大发灵感，写了一些连自己都觉得了不起的东西。假假自己是一个默默无名却才华洋溢的作家，写出了近代出类拔萃的文章，而千里马今天终于遇上伯乐。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...你说，我是不是很厚颜无耻。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SxaWQJJkJEI/AAAAAAAAAhs/N7izCKd0Q3o/s1600-h/mj1101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SxaWQJJkJEI/AAAAAAAAAhs/N7izCKd0Q3o/s400/mj1101.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410677206410339394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到了今天，我们还是很喜欢到kukup去无聊。&lt;a href="http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_26.html"&gt;还在用同一张麻将台&lt;/a&gt;，搓同一副麻将，还在找不见了的那颗七索。我们还是那么有毅力，有恒心兼厚颜无耻和tahan lasak并重。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然后我养成了阅读部落格的习惯。喜欢菜康永。喜欢&lt;a href="http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_16.html"&gt;这篇文章&lt;/a&gt;，可以入选年度最爱。后来，我在想是不是受了影响，现在才会那么看不起那些"盲虱"的大人。他真的是不给脸的，好厉害加好痛快。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;唤醒了集体回忆的结果，就是我们妄顾残旧不堪的身躯，以十八岁的心态想回顾当年勇。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SxabuLW7c9I/AAAAAAAAAh0/MqYz5rlyqgY/s1600-h/strategy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SxabuLW7c9I/AAAAAAAAAh0/MqYz5rlyqgY/s400/strategy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410683219957478354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你说，我们是不是很无聊。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-4225072821744102394?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/4225072821744102394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=4225072821744102394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-7721042129107387272</id><published>2009-11-15T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T01:06:00.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>人间烟火</title><content type='html'>张曼娟有一本书叫《人间烟火》。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人间总会有烟火，虽然生活像清心寡欲的小龙女一样好像会让你离天堂近一点，但，那个终究还是人间道，而且有烟火的味道。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们总会有一些时候，会为了一些极度卑微的小事极度地抓狂。不是什么需要法庭伸张正义，或找议员寻求援助，甚至连申请社会援助金都还说不上。可能只是办公室椅子高度不对造成肩膀酸痛，闹了两个月公司还没有换椅子给你，那种等级的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在有一些什么正能量的说法，专门教人以正面的想法塑造正面的人生观。人家只是肩膀酸痛跟你念一下，或跟你说说某某不好，因为什么什么，倒也不是有什么深仇大恨。你就开始输入正面的能量给他，源源不绝。讲到最后，他觉得自己有很大的心灵问题，非洲小孩在闹饥荒，他现在生了一个白白胖胖的孩子还在抱怨半夜起床。结果，你让他觉得连抱怨奶粉又起价都会内疚。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;需要这样吗?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我倒是觉得一味强调正面的想法，而完全忽视心里负面的情绪，跟把垃圾扫进床底下假假房间很干净是一样的。下次轮到你自己时，你才发现那种方法未免过于天真，太急于求成。你跟人家输入正面能量的时候，基本上你的角色最讨好，也最容易当。放下吧，忘记吧，有什么那么过不去等等等等，都是很廉价的。事情没有发生在你的身上，你讲过那些堂皇的说辞后，风光地退出。人家继续沉沦，继续跟自己的问题纠缠。过了一阵子人家还没像你一样那么“正面“，一定是他们的想法又变得负面去了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那种正面能量论，我个人是觉得是很好的，毕竟天下惨事多，想法positive一点比较好。我只是很讨厌那些人，平时没读几本书，现在终于读完人生第一本书，而且还那么的振奋人心，就迫不及待学以致用。我不知道你们有没有试过这种不能讲自己不幸的感觉：你暗地里忍不住为自己打抱不平，觉得自己衰到底了；又正因为那些不幸比起非洲人来说都是奢侈的 - 现在连抱怨都不道德，于是愈努力数着仅存的幸运，你愈不开心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很多顿悟都是人尽皆知的智慧 &lt;-- 包括这一句，只是知易行难罢了。如果天真地以为获得正能量加持，就会有金钟罩兼百恼不侵，那么世上那么多喊小苦小难的大概都没有你这个刚读完一本书的人道行那么高。人人是都低能的，不像你那么有慧根。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我偏偏就是要食人间烟火，人间烟火没什么不好。住在人间，过着人间的生活，食它的烟火，为什么现在变成了罪过？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-7721042129107387272?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/7721042129107387272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=7721042129107387272&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;问题是，爱情跟很多商品一样的。可以一眼就看得出是好的东西，基本上跟两头蛇一样少。你很有钱也没有地方让你花。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说iPhone好，偏偏有人觉得blackberry好，搞到最后，原来拥有两个最好，早上用爱抚按，晚上八百粒。可是，很多人只买得起一台。这时，你是不是开始研究观察再出手？先到网上看review，问问看朋友，再到店里拿在手中，看看跟那一台比较有缘分，兼手感好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱情也是一样的。不是很精明的爱情消费人，常常买下一堆不是很适合的东西。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;会学的，那些钱买到教训，最后买到一个称心的。虽然过程付出的价钱总和很多，才练就现在的眼光买到合适的，总比没有强。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不会学的，一次又一次，那些钱都倒进大海，兼且屡败屡战。一则运气好，瞎猫撞上死老鼠，算是修成正果。二则天天重复一样的消费态度，妄想上天有好生之德，终有一天会修成正果。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;上天没有好生之德的，上天待万物如猪狗。世上一天几百几千个request，上天大概听不见你的哭泣。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;天助自助者。愿与大家共勉之。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;《天使》&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;漫天的风雨吹落在回忆里&lt;br /&gt;我想起我们童年多无忌&lt;br /&gt;看他影子徘徊在你眼底&lt;br /&gt;我不愿轻敌也不敢为敌&lt;br /&gt;心中秘密 坚持绝口不提&lt;br /&gt;又何必把爱当勇气&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;等待不是爱的洗礼&lt;br /&gt;我的妒嫉别人的甜蜜&lt;br /&gt;守护天使不过是好人的贱命&lt;br /&gt;成全了他人的爱情忘了自己&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;等待不是爱的洗礼&lt;br /&gt;别人的幸福我想代替&lt;br /&gt;天使在呵护的是别人的福气&lt;br /&gt;世上根本没有叫着悲剧的东西&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一个人去下棋想遗忘空虚&lt;br /&gt;被等待将军是唯一结局&lt;br /&gt;心中焦虑却假装事不关己&lt;br /&gt;所有弱者都是咎由自取&lt;br /&gt;心中秘密 到死绝口不提&lt;br /&gt;又何必把爱当勇气&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;等待不是爱的洗礼&lt;br /&gt;是亲手结果一场不幸&lt;br /&gt;天使的下场活该不用怜惜&lt;br /&gt;不过逃避现实搞自闭&lt;br /&gt;好多余&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-6555686589501164910?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/6555686589501164910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=6555686589501164910&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/6555686589501164910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/6555686589501164910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='精明的爱情'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-6965141344624130915</id><published>2009-11-08T21:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T22:23:08.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S$9.80 的内裤</title><content type='html'>我拿着taka一百元礼卷漫无目的地走进Levi's。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;左看看，右看看。直觉今天会在这里花掉礼卷。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我进进出出换衣室最少五次，有点不习惯，毕竟买东西还没试过那么“优柔寡断”。我通常买东西象将军执行任务，快狠准，从来不瞎拼的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;千辛万苦，终于完成交易。我有点累了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levi's裤子 S$139.90&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;扣掉礼卷，不用四十块买到一条Levi's，开心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;去付钱时，店里小姐看看我，顿了一下，叫我脱裤给她，她给我五十块。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想想，顿了一下，呃，叫我脱裤还给我五十块，呃，当，当然，当然要。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真的可以吗？我问。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我看见她谜着眼笑着点头。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那好，我现在脱咯。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;于是，我再拿了市值S$19.90的三条内裤，付钱去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S$139.90（Levi's jeans） - 100（礼卷） - 50（脱裤） + 19.90（Levi's内裤） = 9.80&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;于是，我以S$9.80买下市值S$19.90的Levi's内裤，她送我一条S$139.90的Levi's jeans。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还脱我裤子。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为我穿过四年，所以她手上拿着大概500块，而且决不低于四百八。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我把那条U2交给她，有点委屈：我这条裤子最少五百，现在便宜便宜收你五十块，算你捡到。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-6965141344624130915?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/6965141344624130915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>这是一个没什么说服力的故事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我有一种错觉，觉得这个星期特别漫长。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那天晚上，曼联被0-2干掉，心情已经烂透。我只是很想快快回家睡觉，下个星期快快来到，那么曼联又可以开始赢球了。有点一觉醒来，又是新的一天的况味。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;下个星期。我们曼联，再。来。过。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那个本来要让所有坏事情都结束的觉都还没睡下，一通让我“很难形容我现在的心情”的电话，让我明目到天亮。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;星期一了，我好像还在周末晚上的梦里。如果只是一个梦，那就醒过来吧。我想。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;星期二了，我好像还留在周末晚上的梦里。如果只是一个梦，怎么还没醒过来呢。我想。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;星期三了，我好像依然还在周末晚上的梦里。如果只是一个梦，那要什么时候醒过来啊。我想。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一下子，我突然发现原来不是醒不来，是还不想睡，不愿意睡，不肯睡。我还没睡。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;越洋电话一个接着一个。我不知道原来我的看法会影响那么多人，我以为只是我烦恼。凡事都有可以让人鼓舞的地方，或者可以让我们坚持的理由。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那绝对不是一件值得怀念的事情，更加不是一件好事。只是，这一觉迟早要睡。醒过来时，突然明白应该醉笑陪君三万场，不诉离伤。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果天下无不散的筵席告诉我们现实的残酷，那么醉笑陪君三万场，不诉离伤则告诉我们离席时，应该豁达地说再见。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要那么婆妈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们山水有相逢。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们曼联，再。来。过。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-4053552012639199655?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/4053552012639199655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=4053552012639199655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/4053552012639199655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/4053552012639199655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_31.html' title='这是一个故事'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-3447954102418823214</id><published>2009-10-29T09:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T09:23:20.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>再见，没天理再见</title><content type='html'>一年五个月。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这么快，那么慢。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天，醉笑陪君三万场，不诉离伤。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-3447954102418823214?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/3447954102418823214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=3447954102418823214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有些事情，我真的觉得没发生在身上或身旁是挺幸运的。天下太平四字，不必只为世界小姐所用。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那样的事情，应该是突然到象孕妇半夜跳醒来，想要喝一口芒果冻那么突然。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;除了那个说了算数的角色，谁都想不到吧。那么重大的决定，竟然像是买鸡饭还是买鸭饭那么随便。尊重那个决定是一回事，执行这个决定的时候，竟然那么轻率。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;轻得无法承受。轻得让人心寒。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好了，那是我天真加幼稚，兼且妇人之仁。可是，有谁能够承受千辛万苦找回来的芒果冻现在又不要了，而且，他妈的肚里的孩子还不知道谁的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SuXPxBk8qXI/AAAAAAAAAhc/8qJyCARFa48/s1600-h/%E8%8A%92%E6%9E%9C%E5%86%BB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SuXPxBk8qXI/AAAAAAAAAhc/8qJyCARFa48/s400/%E8%8A%92%E6%9E%9C%E5%86%BB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396948169617353074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在，这些漂亮的芒果冻就要被倒掉了，而且是马上。绝对比买回来的时候轻易三百倍。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要再让看见芒果冻。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你说，大肚婆是不是没天理没天理没天理没天理没天理没天理没天理没天理没天理没天理??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没天理，真是没有天理啊。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-2960286224947328573?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/2960286224947328573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=2960286224947328573&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/2960286224947328573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/2960286224947328573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_27.html' title='没天理没天理'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SuXPxBk8qXI/AAAAAAAAAhc/8qJyCARFa48/s72-c/%E8%8A%92%E6%9E%9C%E5%86%BB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-5007823689848056390</id><published>2009-10-13T23:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:00:23.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>香港自由行</title><content type='html'>又来香港。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还是去玛丽医院公干。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这次终于（鼓起勇气）拍到了。大家仔细看看那些名字吧。有缘人一眼就会看见，像我一样。哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/StSd54fuMRI/AAAAAAAAAhE/e72Ve0RcASM/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/StSd54fuMRI/AAAAAAAAAhE/e72Ve0RcASM/s400/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392108271612866834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;周星星同学是钻石赞助人咧，很了不起呢。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我每次来到这里，都象膜拜一样，用粉丝的眼光来看这片在大堂正中央的碑。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然后，我每次工作完毕，都会帮公司省钱，不搭的士而选搭小巴，以好员工的姿势下山（玛丽医院在山上），接着用奇异的眼光来看这个在下山路上的招牌。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/StSf1l3hznI/AAAAAAAAAhM/6517etHxAF8/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/StSf1l3hznI/AAAAAAAAAhM/6517etHxAF8/s400/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392110396916223602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;车在动，还隔着窗口拍的。歹势，我的只是一台PowerShot A1100IS。不过相信大家都看到了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很象什么日本话，不是吗？哈哈哈。我很想知道药油是干什么用的。而且从我们这里传过去呢，我怎么不知道，哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/StScvBIvxYI/AAAAAAAAAg8/HL31wXExGwk/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/StScvBIvxYI/AAAAAAAAAg8/HL31wXExGwk/s400/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392106985442231682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这晚，我在亮得不得了的铜锣湾。上次没时间所以没来过，这次来这里吃饭。当然是地主请，可却应该是最后一餐了。下次没有地主请了。再见晚餐。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/StSjK0_nnqI/AAAAAAAAAhU/BLWW02GFOl8/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/StSjK0_nnqI/AAAAAAAAAhU/BLWW02GFOl8/s400/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392114060288827042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;平淡的鲷鱼烹饪，盐而已。非常棒。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-5007823689848056390?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/5007823689848056390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=5007823689848056390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/5007823689848056390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/5007823689848056390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_13.html' title='香港自由行'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/StSd54fuMRI/AAAAAAAAAhE/e72Ve0RcASM/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-4617653460201436432</id><published>2009-10-12T00:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T01:03:45.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我爱潘金莲</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/StIGiHGqs1I/AAAAAAAAAg0/iCIkyfGM3pU/s1600-h/jpm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/StIGiHGqs1I/AAAAAAAAAg0/iCIkyfGM3pU/s400/jpm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391378887008236370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老实说，我很喜欢潘金莲，因为她是淫妇。（哈哈哈哈）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;骗你的啦，我哪有那么那么酱什么那样。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;各位，这是一本好书，看了会让你重新爱上《金瓶梅》一夜无话以外的世界 - 那才是《金瓶梅》吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这本书不是玉蒲团的祖先，是西门庆家族里的三国演义， 由潘-《金》-莲，李-《瓶》-儿，庞春-《梅》-主演。至于为什么《金瓶梅》不叫《金瓶春》，除了恶心加不好听，大家看看侯文咏这本书也许有答案。如果把《金瓶梅》当成黄书来读，当然会得到一杀那的快感，不过随便一本咸书都能把它干掉，咸书我看得多，相信我，你不用那么委屈自己来看《金瓶梅》。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你看我好像已经是个专家那样，其实我根本还没看完。侯文咏的书没看完，更加不用说《金瓶梅》。可是我看到李瓶儿死掉那边，死得很惨，让人的心戚戚，毛管还会竖。我昨晚梦见她，于是发一部落格哀悼哀悼。当然她在我还没开始看都已经死掉了，还假什么屁。那样做的原因是我的《金瓶梅》时间进行曲，是从我开始看侯文咏这本书那一刻启动的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;欢迎大家都来启动那迟来的《金瓶梅》时间进行曲。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;它不是咸书。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看侯文詠的《沒有神的所在-私房閱讀金瓶梅》你就懂了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-4617653460201436432?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/4617653460201436432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=4617653460201436432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/4617653460201436432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/4617653460201436432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='我爱潘金莲'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/StIGiHGqs1I/AAAAAAAAAg0/iCIkyfGM3pU/s72-c/jpm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-6020598210716968452</id><published>2009-09-25T22:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T00:54:59.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>那条河</title><content type='html'>有些事你是老早就知道的，只是心存侥幸的心理。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我挤在mrt偷偷看旁边那个人的《我报》心理测验。测的是心理年龄。哗是令人吸口气的四十五岁。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我今年的庚才刚闻到三十，是一个男人好得不能再好的年华。可是我的人好像分割了一半：一半太老，四十五；一半太小，再两个月就十六岁。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;四十五岁的那个我，已经可以唏嘘人生。那也是没法子的事，那时我一年老三岁，鱼尾纹一下跑完出来。你不要以为我想要那样的家，我不是故意的。这些年来，我最骄傲的是我的朋友，是我最宝贵的财产。我不怕他们看见我跌倒，可是我怕家人知道我脆弱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我是家里的老大。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这个，你也不要以为我想，我又不是故意的。从我一年长三岁那时起，人人对我特别好。问题是，我又不是要你对我好，我只是想知道为什么会那样，为什么是我，为什么我应该这样应该那样？不过他们没听见。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;于是，我沉沦在那种-你要好好读书争一口气的眼光里。那些眼光，应该有天上星星那么多。当然，人人说我应该那样，不过我不知道为什么。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那时，我很想逃离，即所谓增广见闻兼散心。我是抱着一点点的怨气来到这里的。结果变成我 "不负众望负笈海外名流大学，然后风光毕业"。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我并没有在毕业的时候弄清楚家里的事情。可是从此以后，家里无论什么大小事，还有姨妈姑姐邻居和妈妈的朋友和他们的孩子的事，都是我的事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一开始我受宠若惊和战战兢兢兼得意洋洋，后来完全被害怕加不耐烦地心情掩盖了。有一点护士拼命讲不能帮你看病要等医生，可是病人们都听不见还在死命你可以的啦求求你啊帮帮我啦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还在苦苦支撑的护士，除了暂时打止痛药，一边老羞成怒 "都话我唔系医生咯！！！"，怎么还可能跟病人讲很累，分享连续工作七十二个钟到现在还没吃东西的心情？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的人像分割了一半那样。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有一半太小，再两个月就十六岁。可是，十六岁差两个月那条河，却早已凝固，变成一块河，永远停在那里了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那么久，我还以为是上个拜五的事。哎，只是心存侥幸的心理罢了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原来还是不请楚。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-6020598210716968452?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/6020598210716968452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=6020598210716968452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/6020598210716968452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/6020598210716968452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_25.html' title='那条河'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-5992259144640194983</id><published>2009-09-14T22:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:46:25.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>北京（一）</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sq5QMahC9xI/AAAAAAAAAgc/NK4xQyi6zls/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sq5QMahC9xI/AAAAAAAAAgc/NK4xQyi6zls/s400/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381326778960901906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我特地放这张的。我那架很厉害的傻瓜相机拍的，又是那种全auto auto auto那种。哈哈哈哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;韩国回来不到几天，赶到北京去。连该看的文件，该读的书，该回的邮都还没完成，又跑路去了。为什么我五六月一个都没有，现在却一下给我那么多？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有的跑还在怨一定不得好死。想必你开始想狂鸟我了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哪，这是天安门的夕阳。很美的广场，不过故事不美。又是一个死很多人的地方。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;妈的。真是让人沉重。还是看看开心的水立方吧。左边是那条龙尾巴样子的七星级酒店，连着四节龙身般的酒店，接到右边的水立方，奥运后名声很大的水立方。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sq5SkVJa_QI/AAAAAAAAAgk/VsMzaUA-BTs/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sq5SkVJa_QI/AAAAAAAAAgk/VsMzaUA-BTs/s400/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381329388859751682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;水立方对面就是鸟巢了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sq5UMJxfVfI/AAAAAAAAAgs/LlR3juoWH1U/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sq5UMJxfVfI/AAAAAAAAAgs/LlR3juoWH1U/s400/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381331172512978418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;北京我以前没去过，可是我这次北京的印象是清洁，干净，比上海整齐多。当然女孩还是上海的好看，因为会打扮。不过指的是在他们开口讲话前。歹势，落差很大的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不过，看到今天的北京，就算好运那几天没污染，就算好运那么干净可能是因为靠近国庆日，就算（不）好运我只看到北京美丽的一面，可是，不管怎样，中国的确变了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;后记：&lt;br /&gt;回家时，酒店搭车去机场。跟他讨收据，没有。硬要，给我一张小学单线簿撕下来的手写字条，没在中国见过那么丑的方块字。还跟我借笔。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哎，原来没变。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-5992259144640194983?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/5992259144640194983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=5992259144640194983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/5992259144640194983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/5992259144640194983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_14.html' title='北京（一）'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sq5QMahC9xI/AAAAAAAAAgc/NK4xQyi6zls/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-7063624344684373999</id><published>2009-09-14T21:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:09:31.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>高丽（三）</title><content type='html'>感觉上，韩国那趟像是很久以前的事。当然，其实不过是不到两个星期的事情罢了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;选了一些些来讲给大家听，当然好听的才讲。今天讲北韩。常常被人说朝鲜的那个北韩。其实南韩也是朝鲜的一半，南北韩加起来才叫朝鲜（半岛）。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;各位，这是你相机的边界。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sq5C-HPH9fI/AAAAAAAAAgE/3UKdByEpdUE/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sq5C-HPH9fI/AAAAAAAAAgE/3UKdByEpdUE/s400/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381312239616128498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;任何（手）伸出界拍到的相片，都会被删除。韩国兵士不跟你开玩笑，会出人命的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为对面真的是北韩。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我伸高双手才拍到的，当然歪歪斜斜的。如果我妈生得我像姚明那么高的话，就好啰。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sq5E-yzYQMI/AAAAAAAAAgU/1bMq8Hofgwo/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sq5E-yzYQMI/AAAAAAAAAgU/1bMq8Hofgwo/s400/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381314450334171330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这个地方叫ＤＭＺ。全名Demilitarized Zone，是一个因南北韩签了和平条约而存在的地方。朝鲜大战死的人多，大家消耗得不得不讲和。于是在一个叫板门店（Pan Mun Jeom）的建筑物里签下和平条约，从板门店起往东边西边画一条线，线的南北各两公里内不驻兵，于是那四公里地区成了南北韩的边界，作缓冲用，就是现在的ＤＭＺ。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;五十多年以来，那个地方渐渐变成像国家公园或保护区那种野生百态繁衍的地方。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然后给像我这种游客来玩，赚我的钱，还要买我的心，让我相信南韩是好人，北韩是坏人－你看我们几open几friendly，连火车站和铁路都建好了，准备unify。还建两条桥，一条叫Bridge of Freedom; 一条叫Bridge of unification。不像北韩那样，孤僻又自闭，是他们整天要攻过来的。而我们是要合并的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是啊，他们今天会这样，都是当年美国和苏联留下来的大便。美国帮南韩，苏联帮北韩，共产ｖｓ民主那种。你在北部委任一个老大是不是？我在南部也来委任一个。南老大打北老大，打到死几百万人，受不了就签约分割土地，于是１９５３年后无端端变了两个韩国。而美国苏联，拍拍屁股跑别的地方玩耍去了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在冷战冷到苏联死了，奥巴马上任美国总统了，朝鲜半岛仍然南北分一半，北韩还是人人穷光蛋，南韩就风风光光。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;游客如我一趟跑ＤＭＺ后回来炫耀，明天就没我的事了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;明天。还是南韩。还是北韩。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-7063624344684373999?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/7063624344684373999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=7063624344684373999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/7063624344684373999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/7063624344684373999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='高丽（三）'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sq5C-HPH9fI/AAAAAAAAAgE/3UKdByEpdUE/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-618089056279752264</id><published>2009-08-30T20:42:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T22:44:53.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>高丽（二）</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SpqAIK8QnMI/AAAAAAAAAfU/B9j0oOt36z0/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SpqAIK8QnMI/AAAAAAAAAfU/B9j0oOt36z0/s400/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375749983084518594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;跟韩国的同事去吃这个很厉害的，烤牛肉。身在韩国，如果任何原因不能够吃牛肉，那真的是too bad了。不过没关系，可以吃那个第二名的猪肉。整张A4那么大（真的，看下图），又厚到狗那样，吃的时候会觉得自己是蒙古人。真的很豪的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看那个火炭烧得变成紫色，好热。所以，有一个很大的吸尘机可以用来吸那些烟，然后它自己会转。热气上升造成turbulence嘛。飞机上不知道为什么一定会遇到的那种turbulence。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SpqMUnbr19I/AAAAAAAAAf8/OPT0bQdhZ5E/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SpqMUnbr19I/AAAAAAAAAf8/OPT0bQdhZ5E/s400/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375763391030482898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;跑到皇宫后山上看夜景，得到的启示是 - 视网膜是最好的镜片。而记忆，就是SD卡了.....是不是很有文采咧？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...我知道没有。都是科技和知识的错。本来是这样的 - 眼睛是最好的相机。而记忆，就是菲林了（其实也不是很好）。哎呀，总之当时看的和拍的不一样就对了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SpqEz2LFMgI/AAAAAAAAAfs/OHaYPDzyTGw/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SpqEz2LFMgI/AAAAAAAAAfs/OHaYPDzyTGw/s400/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375755131470295554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;下山途中，艺术家的瘾又来了，想象自己是国家地理杂志的摄影师。拍了下面那张，是不是很有feel咧。不是download的喔。用很多力气构图，选角度 - 用傻瓜相机一台。照片展览出来的话下面的specification: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brand - Canon&lt;br /&gt;Model- PowerShot A1100IS&lt;br /&gt;Lens - Build in&lt;br /&gt;Setting - Night Mode&lt;br /&gt;Exposure - Auto&lt;br /&gt;xxx - Auto&lt;br /&gt;yyy - Auto&lt;br /&gt;zzz - Auto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;应该就是那么苍凉...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SpqKcfc8P6I/AAAAAAAAAf0/BLZj_SJKM5I/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 378px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SpqKcfc8P6I/AAAAAAAAAf0/BLZj_SJKM5I/s400/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375761327303966626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......我是不是真的看起来不象在工作？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-618089056279752264?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/618089056279752264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=618089056279752264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/618089056279752264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/618089056279752264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2009/08/too-bada4-turbulenceturbulence-sd.html' title='高丽（二）'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SpqAIK8QnMI/AAAAAAAAAfU/B9j0oOt36z0/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-6188676607647305645</id><published>2009-08-27T21:05:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T22:45:17.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>高丽（一）</title><content type='html'>韩国以前的名字比较浪漫，叫高丽。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;首都是首尔。当然还是以前的名字比较浪漫，叫汉城。汉城有条江，叫汉江，把汉城南北分二。朝鲜半岛的人应该喜欢南北来区分东西的，所以汉城才会有江南江北。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;才有南韩北韩。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SpaVGAS0RII/AAAAAAAAAe0/iR0iz9CkDj4/s1600-h/seoul001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SpaVGAS0RII/AAAAAAAAAe0/iR0iz9CkDj4/s400/seoul001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374647135703942274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;汉江是条江，比新加坡的海还要象海。当然眼下这条河不是汉江，眼上那条才是 - 那条把江南江北分开的河。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;下面这条是上过时代杂志的城市河，被很厉害的城市规划净化，证明了环境与发展的同在而无端端上报。名叫清溪川。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SpaUGaUliDI/AAAAAAAAAes/STIufOw3Exs/s1600-h/seoul003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SpaUGaUliDI/AAAAAAAAAes/STIufOw3Exs/s400/seoul003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374646043179059250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;韩国真的几班赖一下的。先留下东西 - 齐天大圣到此一游。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SpaZ9XVGOVI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ONvzpxTHpWc/s1600-h/seoul004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SpaZ9XVGOVI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ONvzpxTHpWc/s400/seoul004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374652484826839378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我住在这个酒店。靠近韩国版的西门町。他们讲明天星期五晚上很多漂亮的美眉会在附近出现。我才不相信。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SpaFbdebJAI/AAAAAAAAAec/uqCcFabEUHQ/s1600-h/IMG_0531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SpaFbdebJAI/AAAAAAAAAec/uqCcFabEUHQ/s400/IMG_0531.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374629912128463874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我说根本不用等拜五晚。而且那里附近还有好东西吃。下面这间有的吃海鲜汤，浓稠的汤水，很多大块大块的海鲜加上脆脆的炸白米。一流。不想post食物的照片，怕人家以为我西北饿。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SpaXqsuWwGI/AAAAAAAAAe8/hUHAsQykEUw/s1600-h/IMG_0539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SpaXqsuWwGI/AAAAAAAAAe8/hUHAsQykEUw/s400/IMG_0539.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374649965129154658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......我是不是看起来不象在工作？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我真的在工作，you know？不信，右图为证。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SpaQ_K2Xi0I/AAAAAAAAAek/mXrSPPEle8k/s1600-h/seoul002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SpaQ_K2Xi0I/AAAAAAAAAek/mXrSPPEle8k/s400/seoul002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374642620231813954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你看得明白，留下名来。我叫老板把他的头砍下来给你当凳子坐。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是他的头，记得啊。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-6188676607647305645?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/6188676607647305645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=6188676607647305645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/6188676607647305645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/6188676607647305645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_27.html' title='高丽（一）'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SpaVGAS0RII/AAAAAAAAAe0/iR0iz9CkDj4/s72-c/seoul001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-6743928401212870992</id><published>2009-08-23T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T21:02:51.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>释放自己</title><content type='html'>从前，我很累。有一天，我跑到龟阁岛。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;唱k去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SpTfEUFyaQI/AAAAAAAAAeM/a2q2m5IdVEQ/s1600-h/kukup003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SpTfEUFyaQI/AAAAAAAAAeM/a2q2m5IdVEQ/s400/kukup003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374165520565299458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不知道为什么他们要来到这里唱分手快乐。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过后唱得累了，就赌钱去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SpTalQxaJPI/AAAAAAAAAd8/WAlI5fDfZZ0/s1600-h/kukup001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SpTalQxaJPI/AAAAAAAAAd8/WAlI5fDfZZ0/s400/kukup001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374160589052060914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当然，赌钱不是什么好事情，所以打格子。行规来的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SpTbNo5ny1I/AAAAAAAAAeE/c534-d9l-DU/s1600-h/kukup002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SpTbNo5ny1I/AAAAAAAAAeE/c534-d9l-DU/s400/kukup002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374161282723728210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而且赌到晒冷，那些人真烂赌。我们不好学。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还好我在干正经事，除了拍下罪证，就是看曼联干掉微根。真的很微的，根。5-0。那时九点半，还没有找到可以看球的地方，一边咒这个地方的人没品味，一边找看谁在看球。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;找到一批有点品味的球迷，在咖啡店等看阿申纳的比赛。走过去，讲：那么厉害了，不必看啦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当然，他们有五个人，又有纹身啦。我们祝福阿申纳旗开得胜。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;走到快要放弃的时候，经过一间家，突然看见一个阿伯自己在看球。停下脚车，走近一看，曼联的比赛，开场七分钟。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我跟你讲，两个女人可以在包包，养儿或驻颜之道下，两分钟便成好朋友。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男人需要两秒钟。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;于是，我们在大客厅里，跟阿伯一起看完八十三分钟足球。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-6743928401212870992?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/6743928401212870992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=6743928401212870992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/6743928401212870992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/6743928401212870992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_26.html' title='释放自己'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SpTfEUFyaQI/AAAAAAAAAeM/a2q2m5IdVEQ/s72-c/kukup003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-4716121036656540783</id><published>2009-08-16T12:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T13:40:25.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>彩莉</title><content type='html'>经历了那个让人脱水兼迷途的时期，到现在还没有完全复原。还在努力复健的时期。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在另一波浪潮来到前，跑到香港和澳门一趟，两天香港，三天澳门。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;陪妈妈去香港，上昂坪360，再过澳门，然后，她丢下我，自己回香港去。我只好在澳门找飞机一个人回家。哈哈哈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SoeUvXKLRGI/AAAAAAAAAd0/id967PCdL9Y/s1600-h/IMG_0184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SoeUvXKLRGI/AAAAAAAAAd0/id967PCdL9Y/s400/IMG_0184.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370424622054065250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第一次住那么夸张的酒店。我那间房，睡十几个人都可以。哎，朱门酒肉臭，路有冻死骨啊。不过我要讲的不是那边有多美，然后post很多照片 - 照片在脸簿，自己看。这里讲故事的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;去到澳门当然要进去那边的赌场，因为到处都是赌场。没了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以只能进赌场。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;里面除了常客赌徒，游客，赌场职员，还有另类职业。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那天我在用本钱一百港纸拉一盘十五分钱的老虎，一个小姐经过身边，丢下一张纸，走掉了。我停下按button的规律动作，拿起来看，一张真的很烂的纸，撕下来的，比一张golden village票根小一点。上面写了字，歪歪斜斜，象幼儿圆小孩刚学那种。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;彩莉67xxxxxx。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真是一眼就看得出我是猎物吗？！？上次在&lt;a href="http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_20.html"&gt;上海&lt;/a&gt;也是。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我是不是应该高兴，以被认为猎物为证，庆祝自己长大成人？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-4716121036656540783?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/4716121036656540783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=4716121036656540783&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/4716121036656540783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/4716121036656540783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='彩莉'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SoeUvXKLRGI/AAAAAAAAAd0/id967PCdL9Y/s72-c/IMG_0184.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-5901886573182357767</id><published>2009-07-28T11:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T11:58:44.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sm53Yhnwk1I/AAAAAAAAAds/9jTKpSrRje8/s1600-h/LOSTwhoisreturn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sm53Yhnwk1I/AAAAAAAAAds/9jTKpSrRje8/s400/LOSTwhoisreturn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363355469470536530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......忙，但不可以乱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err....Where am I now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-5901886573182357767?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/5901886573182357767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=5901886573182357767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/5901886573182357767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/5901886573182357767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_28.html' title='......'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sm53Yhnwk1I/AAAAAAAAAds/9jTKpSrRje8/s72-c/LOSTwhoisreturn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-546299470089526569</id><published>2009-07-22T01:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T11:37:26.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>一些人，一些事</title><content type='html'>一些人，一些事，我想起他们那艰辛的前半生。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很多事情我不明白，明白了也不赞成。有时候，还会觉得他们咎由自取 - 谁叫你。活该。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我以前就是个乖宝宝，可是肚子里很叛逆，骨子里很高傲。当然现在也是，甚至还背地里不断宣扬否定和怀疑的精神，跟人抬杠抬得不亦乐乎。不是想赢你，纯粹是不想听你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人家说，小孩要管的事情，除了谈恋爱，就是忙着否定。原来，我的身体长大了，心里却依然狭窄得像个孩子。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我小时会接受我不相信的事情，现在再也没有办法被强制。于是，很自然的，很多事情我仍然不明白，明白了也不赞成。有时候，还会觉得他们咎由自取 - 谁叫你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;活该。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;下意识的反应，我脱口而出：计划只是一种方法；活在当下却是一种态度。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我骤然明白，那是他们一直想说，却说不出口的话。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有些人，有些事，我突然觉得好像明白了他们的话。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们。都应该。活在当下。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-546299470089526569?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/546299470089526569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=546299470089526569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/546299470089526569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/546299470089526569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_22.html' title='一些人，一些事'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-604437886532638383</id><published>2009-07-15T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:27:39.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>硬鼻</title><content type='html'>硬鼻。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你不知道那是什么意思，就是鼻子很硬的意思。最近才发现，我的就很硬。用力捏手指会酸。现在不妨摸摸看你自己的鼻子，是软是硬？感觉如何？硬不硬......？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;骗你的，硬鼻叫hard nose，hard nose 不是鼻子硬，是很古板兼很顽固的意思。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;用法广泛，又可以拿来形容各种职业或人物，比如，中国体操教练，Roy Keane，地下音乐人，科学家。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;科学家有很多种，有一种很会包装。不是所有搞学问的人真的都在搞学问，有的只是在卖学问。学问无价，什么LV，GUCCI，BMW，通通不是对手。医院里很那个《白色巨塔》，象牙塔里也是。不过那些你们大概没见过。见到了也不懂，因为他们只会让你以为他是商人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有另外一种很典型，就是你们脑海里对科学家那种刻板印象。没错，刻板那种很典型，尤其很硬鼻。hard nose，清高，不卖东西，不会卖东西，不想卖东西，包括学问。他们要死掉以后把学问带进棺材，专门等几千年后人家挖他的坟发现原稿。他的学问不卖钱。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我也很硬鼻的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可是，有时我希望我的鼻子很软。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我就不用那么难过。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sl3j2lRpXkI/AAAAAAAAAdk/tnhLbsBkP8A/s1600-h/phd-real-vs-tv-science.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 361px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sl3j2lRpXkI/AAAAAAAAAdk/tnhLbsBkP8A/s400/phd-real-vs-tv-science.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358689658499325506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-604437886532638383?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sl3j2lRpXkI/AAAAAAAAAdk/tnhLbsBkP8A/s72-c/phd-real-vs-tv-science.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-6772318530933702055</id><published>2009-07-11T00:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T01:05:38.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>凉粉</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SldyRwyiWBI/AAAAAAAAAdc/rl6-ZoSz3jI/s1600-h/%E5%87%89%E7%B2%89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SldyRwyiWBI/AAAAAAAAAdc/rl6-ZoSz3jI/s400/%E5%87%89%E7%B2%89.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356875931260704786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;凉粉是凉粉草做的，而凉粉草也叫仙草，总之不是皆利来的。只是偏偏鱼目混珠，还要目多珠少才该死。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;凉粉其实应该热用，不是凉饮。那个卖凉粉草做的凉粉的安娣讲的。我觉得她不骗人，因为她连够不够甜都要问我，还讲少糖的话比较闻到凉粉香。这种安娣不讲大话的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一盘炒饭加上很有锅气的一盘蕹菜，最后那碗正宗凉粉草做的热凉粉，天下没有更幸福的晚餐了。以后还要再去，桌子176的位置最好，正正对着凉粉安娣。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;吃的时候旁边有一只小猫，于是我分一点给小猫。小猫吃完竟然还会把虾壳吐出来，几厉害两三下。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一定是只富贵猫。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我喜欢。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-6772318530933702055?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/6772318530933702055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=6772318530933702055&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/6772318530933702055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/6772318530933702055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_11.html' title='凉粉'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SldyRwyiWBI/AAAAAAAAAdc/rl6-ZoSz3jI/s72-c/%E5%87%89%E7%B2%89.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-7177699519500396985</id><published>2009-07-05T13:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T13:25:37.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>灵魂拥抱</title><content type='html'>我在看侯文咏的《灵魂拥抱》。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;快一个月了，我才看了一点点，一天一小段，现在才到了第三个回合。真是一本巨作，有点消化不了。不知道为什么，读的时候很害怕看下一面，因为总是觉得事情要来了。每一段都处于“山雨欲来风满楼“的况味。是的，你看，来了来了。主角的一举一动都让人觉得下一步他会遭殃，而那并不是他一举一动的错。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只因为他是个名人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;读得很难过，胸口闷闷。文字的力量是很大的。读的能力也是跟跑步一样，现在我大概就是那个常常跑一百米的，屁股痒去跑马拉松。跑（读）得气喘，却不得不完成。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;《灵魂拥抱》应该可以拍电影或电视剧，跟他以前的《白色巨塔》和《危险心灵》一样。大家要看，我觉得应该等他的电视剧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或先去跑跑半马拉松。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SlA46LmD2YI/AAAAAAAAAdU/2KVJKP7oz78/s1600-h/010012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SlA46LmD2YI/AAAAAAAAAdU/2KVJKP7oz78/s400/010012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354842529139513730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SlA46LmD2YI/AAAAAAAAAdU/2KVJKP7oz78/s72-c/010012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-3097252272976188928</id><published>2009-07-04T11:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T11:25:09.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>活在当下</title><content type='html'>终于，我可以坐下来，饮个茶，食个包。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;铁观音，普洱，龙井或香片。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;叉烧包，莲蓉包，豆沙包或叶子媚大包。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;什么茶，什么包都好。我只想恬静地，安静地，活在当下。细细品茗，好好享用。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原来要饮个茶，食个包是这么容易，又那么难得。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;难怪。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-3097252272976188928?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/3097252272976188928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=3097252272976188928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/3097252272976188928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/3097252272976188928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='活在当下'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-7699548487711509657</id><published>2009-06-30T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T22:12:27.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>第二次</title><content type='html'>今天，有人跟我推销东西。不起眼的东西。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;用着很重方言口音的英文，很紧张地跟我解释他是什么人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是个监牢出来的人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;读了那么多书，脑里正常得不得了，完全没有道德教育。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;出现的是佐贺超级阿嬷里的话 - 每个人都应该有两次机会。如果是阿嬷的话，她一定会买的。我想。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我也买好了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每个人都应该有两次机会的。何况是做人。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-7699548487711509657?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/7699548487711509657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>Ill-fated</title><content type='html'>Yah, it was i-L-L. not lll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way back to SG, I bumped into LY at the bus station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as least as we could expect, the first line after a normal "why are you here" was about CM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we just care too much (or too little) about CM these days after we moved out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only so much we could do, and poor CM must be having hard time none of us could imagine, even we might understand bits and pieces of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say for the first time with CM, maybe I said too much. So I decided to bring her to the place that marked the death of the relationship of SW and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You may want to choose a coffin here".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something are just destined to die. But it is a matter of perspective if you choose (not) to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, not all death are unwelcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that wasn't an ill-advice for an ill-fated matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-706475863481732740?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/706475863481732740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=706475863481732740&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/706475863481732740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/706475863481732740'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;不死都一身残。最好别死，一身残比较好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不知道为什么，按发送前，又读了一遍。觉得好火爆，改一下。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;再读一遍，应该可以了，按发送。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不知道为什么，按发送前，又读了一遍。觉得好讽刺，改一下。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;再读一遍，应该可以了，按发送。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不知道为什么，按发送前，又读了一遍。觉得好虚伪，改一下。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;再读一遍，应该可以了，按发送。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;午饭时，跟director谈起。原来，火大时，电邮只写不发是真理。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;抹了一把冷汗，无意中做对了事情。还在为那一线之差打冷颤，后果可以很灾难。况且连人家有没有防导弹系统都还不知道。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这个决定的背后，没什么合理的衡量过程的。完全靠本能，头脑基本上火掩眼，没什么空深思熟虑。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哎，凡事都没有绝对的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;包括这个。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sj-BX7yofzI/AAAAAAAAAdM/pKgJ8izk1so/s1600-h/incredible-india.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" 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href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_22.html' title='本能'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sj-BX7yofzI/AAAAAAAAAdM/pKgJ8izk1so/s72-c/incredible-india.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-3956623482862272628</id><published>2009-06-21T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T22:27:30.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>原来</title><content type='html'>想念和想起，毕竟有分别。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想起是一种 普通的东西 没舍了不起&lt;br /&gt;无声又无息 消失空气里 转眼 我就干别的事去 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;咦，搞错，我想唱的是：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;思念是一种 很玄的东西 如影随形&lt;br /&gt;无声又无息 出没在心底 转眼 吞没我在寂寞里&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;手痒。歹势。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;别管我。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-3956623482862272628?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/3956623482862272628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=3956623482862272628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/3956623482862272628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/3956623482862272628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_21.html' title='原来'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-1625256641545631674</id><published>2009-06-19T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T09:39:21.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>从前有一龟</title><content type='html'>龟兔赛跑，如果兔不轻敌，龟想胜出，门都没有。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在有限的生命里，我们看见兔遥遥领先直到终点；我们也看见龟用它有限的努力败得有尊严。如果不是兔轻敌，我们大概不会那么看不起兔。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们只会觉得上天残酷，万物如猪狗，简直公平得残忍。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们每天都在赛跑，天下鼠牛虎兔龙蛇马羊猴鸡狗猪，龟鸟鱼虫，恐龙，蟑螂。全部在赛跑。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在有限的生命里，跑在前面的，大家赋予热烈掌声。后面的，辛苦努力向前，希望有一天会有人会为自己鼓掌。我们叫坚持，叫有梦想，叫不放弃。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而我们，在有限的生命里，不知道为什么是赛跑。为什么不是比吃饭睡觉，拉屎拉尿。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而我们，在有限的生命里，不知道为什么一条鱼要和马赛跑。鱼一上岸就死了，赛什么？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;坚持和梦想都是让人敬佩的东西，我们要尊敬。进化论告诉我们，天下没有不会实现的梦想，人类今天用两只脚走路，空出双手来干活，付出的代价是很大的。可是我们一样做到了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但当初踏出第一步决定放弃两只前蹄的先祖们，没有我们幸福。他们看不见尝不到他们自己的努力成果，当时大概还会被嘲笑。如果你的梦想很伟大，你的牺牲也要很伟大 - 你在有生之年都只能在为后人耕耘。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;龟兔赛跑，如果兔不轻敌，龟想胜出，门都没有，指的是有生之年。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一百年后，同一只龟早已遥遥领先，而同一只兔，早已死在当时的终点。没错，在龟后面的。到底谁赢了？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们要活的怡然自得，先要明白自己是什么，是龟还是兔，是鱼还是马。人曰梦想我曰梦想，讲努力，谈坚持，凭什么？是鸟是鱼是马是龟都还不懂，就说我的梦想是拼命的跑，坚持地跑，努力的跑。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不觉得很奇怪吗? 如果知道了自己是鸟，你还会要跑吗？你的梦想还是跑吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那么，龟和兔。到底谁赢了？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-1625256641545631674?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/1625256641545631674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=1625256641545631674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/1625256641545631674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/1625256641545631674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_19.html' title='从前有一龟'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-8271939585602143371</id><published>2009-06-17T22:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:26:05.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>饱死香港行</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SjkCBS_1HRI/AAAAAAAAAcc/nvTGnWEYais/s1600-h/HK001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 122px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SjkCBS_1HRI/AAAAAAAAAcc/nvTGnWEYais/s400/HK001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348308253781859602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;去了香港一趟，下机前不小心让我看见青马大桥。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;住在尖沙咀九龙酒店，麻麻地好，对面酒店比较骄傲，可是地点却一级棒地好。酒店甚至有专用地下道直通尖沙咀地铁站，好像住在地铁站一样。而且，每晚窗外还有漂亮灰姑娘看着陪睡觉 - 直到十二点。喜欢。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;介绍一下 - 灰小姐。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SjkEAzBz1XI/AAAAAAAAAcs/eaifQUFy_-Q/s1600-h/HK003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SjkEAzBz1XI/AAAAAAAAAcs/eaifQUFy_-Q/s400/HK003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348310444223485298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;饱死当然有理由。我不知道为什么要吃那么饱。不想再讲吃的了，overdose，你们慢慢看。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SjkCJEYSAII/AAAAAAAAAck/8nFSqQ3Noyk/s1600-h/HK002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SjkCJEYSAII/AAAAAAAAAck/8nFSqQ3Noyk/s400/HK002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348308387296837762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;至于那些海滨的照片，就免了。没什么新意。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当然，香港的晚上人来人往，车来车往，还是很喧哗的。&lt;br /&gt;甚至，喧哗得有点荒凉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SjkGrHjrgXI/AAAAAAAAAc0/AMGgrOcU7kQ/s1600-h/HK004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SjkGrHjrgXI/AAAAAAAAAc0/AMGgrOcU7kQ/s400/HK004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348313370312016242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然后这个我拍下来了。特地的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SjkIlyes15I/AAAAAAAAAdE/JHSLg5t_RIA/s1600-h/HK005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 223px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SjkIlyes15I/AAAAAAAAAdE/JHSLg5t_RIA/s400/HK005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348315477777897362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当时，珊珊（读作善闪）就是在这里为香港夺得第一面奥运金牌 - 长洲。她的锲而不舍感动大家，让大家有梦想。人没有梦想，和一条咸鱼有什么分别？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;于是麦兜喊着长洲，长洲，长洲，长洲，来找珊珊的师父拜师学帆船。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SjkINPZEqnI/AAAAAAAAAc8/aKaxHQv-8B8/s1600-h/%E6%8A%A2%E5%8C%85%E5%B1%B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SjkINPZEqnI/AAAAAAAAAc8/aKaxHQv-8B8/s400/%E6%8A%A2%E5%8C%85%E5%B1%B1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348315056042191474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;搞错到南丫岛，还唱了一首大包整多两笼，学了抢包山，有很大的脚瓜。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我看见南丫岛的英文名，不想拍下来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......Lamma Island，像问候人家一样。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-8271939585602143371?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SjkCBS_1HRI/AAAAAAAAAcc/nvTGnWEYais/s72-c/HK001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-376043825980749716</id><published>2009-06-07T20:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T20:25:01.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>健康早点套餐</title><content type='html'>今早天没亮就爬起床，因为我决定要去山上吃早餐。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当然，前一天六点起床，晚上（又）喝喜酒（我很多婚宴要去）又被灌黄汤，搞到夜深，长觉是没得睡了，好觉希望有。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;于是，四人浩浩荡荡拖着运动鞋上山去，除了我，夹着脚下的便宜日本拖鞋。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;套餐八点开始，九点到位，坐下吃有freeflow咖啡或茶的早餐加免费西洋美女化妆秀。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一边煞有经验地指指点点和议论纷纷，一边不在乎地东家长西家短。有的没的在闲聊，充实地过空虚的早上。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;突然发现久违了那么平淡而幸福的星期天早上。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;开心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而那种感觉又回来了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-376043825980749716?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-2051546282976254897</id><published>2009-06-04T20:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:35:40.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>四首歌</title><content type='html'>看见人家的部落格，要选出最喜欢的四首歌，歌名歌手一起。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想想下，第一个跑出来的是张学友《让你愉快》。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很久了，是老得不得了的歌，我在听的时候，是用卡带的。1994年这个冬天不太冷专辑。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然后再想想看，如果很喜欢，那首歌一定会抛开时间的元素，接着脱颖而出。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;果然，《红河村》接着就出现了。老实说，我只会曲，没有词。连是谁唱都不懂。有一段日子，我的电话铃声就是红河村。歌当然久得不知到什么时候去了，即使是铃声也是很远久的事了，因为当时我还在用那台二手nokia 8210。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;孙燕姿《遇见》。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为了这首歌，我狠狠地连播72小时以上。那是我过得最荒谬的一段日子。我的邻居们，当时不恨我，他们恨这首歌。就算现在，应该还有阴影。一开始的那四个钢琴notes，是他们的噩梦-等5等3 等5等2。对。你知道是那四个。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;来到第四首的时候，突然一堆歌曲涌出来。我根本来不及确定那一首才是先到的。因为歌名一旦出现，它再也不会跑掉，你也分不清谁先谁后。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有张学友《他来听我的演唱会》，Danial Powter《bad day》，Frente《bizarre love triangle》张学友《离开以后》，张学友《有个人》，王菲《红豆》，庾澄庆《春泥》，刘若英《后来》，周华健《让我欢喜让我忧》......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;前三首歌，我不知道是不是最喜欢，可是他们都是一下就跑出来的歌。大概是心里选的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他们，都有意义哦。就是一些很流行的心理测验。现在facebook超流行，简直到无聊的地步。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;测验结果就是，原来我是个成全别人幸福的一夜情高手兼婚姻乱伦爱好者。而且上段感情，就像红河村一样。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;连歌词都不知道。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你们如何？先想想歌名再往下看哦，别偷看！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;第一首可看出感情状态。&lt;br /&gt;第二首代表上一段的感情。&lt;br /&gt;第三首代表性。&lt;br /&gt;最后代表对婚姻的看法&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-2051546282976254897?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/2051546282976254897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=2051546282976254897&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/2051546282976254897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/2051546282976254897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_04.html' title='四首歌'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-5518553144342535976</id><published>2009-06-01T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:04:43.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>香港回忆</title><content type='html'>我人生第一次坐飞机去到的地方，是香港。当时的香港还为伊丽莎白生日而放假。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想想看，英国早撤了。人家都庆祝回归十周年了吧。看来，我也的确一大把年纪，近年来还常被人叫安哥，要小心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;......真是岂有此理，我干嘛要小心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那时没什么印象，只记得张学友还在唱忘记你我做不到。歹势，可我真的做到了。当时好像去过海洋公园，不记得玩了什么，只记得在海洋公园里安哥安娣们一直叫我吃东西，吃得我真的很饱，他们却以为我害羞，假假，不饱却说饱。真是的，我哪有酱早熟。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而且小孩都不撒谎嘛，大人真怪。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那时很流行四大天王，道听途说四帮的粉丝经常干架，都在争辩谁才是最好。所以，我被警告绝口不提任何四大天王的一切。连名字都不可以提，免得被另外三帮的听见我把张学友的名字挂在嘴边，共干我。或者张学友的粉丝觉得我不配成为Jacky的歌迷，又再共干我一次。现在回想，怎么会那么幼稚啊。Jacky现在还不是每次带女儿来找我喝茶切磋卡拉OK，都没什么嘛。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没什么印象的主要原因是年纪小，没得自由活动。跟着女人们走进女人街里，个个杀红了眼睛，简直不知所谓，我是死是活大概不是他们最关心的一件事，而且还要到赢得战利品需要“人手”扛的时候才会想到我...呃，祖传咧？为什么到处乱跑，过来，帮我拿这个。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就是这样。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没什么香港的游记可以写。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;下个星期二，我要到香港去了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而这时的香港，已经是庆祝姓孙姓毛还是姓邓生日的香港，而不是英女皇了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而这时的香港，已经是赤腊角的年代，而不是启德了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而这时的香港，已经是陈奕迅侧田的年代，而不是四大天王了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还好，我依然是她来听我的演唱会。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原来，真的很多年了。......她静静听着，我们的演唱会。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-5518553144342535976?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-2687920997267309264</id><published>2009-05-29T23:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:57:12.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>超级阿嬷</title><content type='html'>阿嬷，好饿哦。&lt;br /&gt;是你神经过敏啦。&lt;br /&gt;那干什么好呢...出去玩吧。&lt;br /&gt;出去玩会肚子饿，睡觉吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzz......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;阿嬷，我真的是肚子饿啦&lt;br /&gt;你在做梦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SiAAhSGTSyI/AAAAAAAAAb8/RVnWl7-SlEU/s1600-h/9269706_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SiAAhSGTSyI/AAAAAAAAAb8/RVnWl7-SlEU/s400/9269706_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341269729855359778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SiADQzQolXI/AAAAAAAAAcE/n6fywm4Qtmc/s1600-h/image.php.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SiADQzQolXI/AAAAAAAAAcE/n6fywm4Qtmc/s400/image.php.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341272745234175346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;非看不可两本书，岛田洋七。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原来，真理不在彼岸处，只有看得见和看不见的人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你不一定会笑，但我可以写包单，除非你不翻开，你一定会想看下去。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-2687920997267309264?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/2687920997267309264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=2687920997267309264&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/2687920997267309264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/2687920997267309264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_29.html' title='超级阿嬷'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SiAAhSGTSyI/AAAAAAAAAb8/RVnWl7-SlEU/s72-c/9269706_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-1302395731442978</id><published>2009-05-27T00:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T00:53:49.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>开卷有益</title><content type='html'>今天是我在公司第三百六十六天，第二年的第一天。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;感觉却只像过了几个月。一年里我去了八个国家，而且平均不到一个月一次，有点像那个亲戚。因为总是有一些“新地方”可以期待，所以时间过得特别快。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当然，飞来飞去为的是工作，可是我很享受出差工作完后的奖赏。出差的晚上都是用来慰劳自己的短期旅游，用当地而非旅客的眼睛，体会当地的生活，感受国外有四季的味道。眼前的一切都是出差的红利，红利用来犒赏自己。那种心情，跟自费旅游绝对不同。有机会出差，我当然捉住机会到处跑跑，随便看看。但不会因为没看到什么，或没去到什么地方而觉得有所损失。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我觉得这个部分很适合我的个性。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;出差时都象打仗，而且准备功夫通常很繁重，但事后有值得期待的晚上，打一场漂亮的胜仗就变了非常有推动力的目标。疲累的身体和繁重的准备，在那种心情下都变得无关紧要了。有时，那种有明确目的的繁重准备，反而让我觉得更实在。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;平时办公室，时间都花在我觉得大部分时候建设性很有限的电邮。再不然就是开会。有时一整天下来，只回了几个没什么的电邮，跟几个人讨论一些事情，又到放工时间，还觉得很累。也许是低压的关系，自己穷紧张而已。偏偏干了一些琐碎活儿，没什么成就感不说，放工后还不知道往哪去，只好一边看台湾买回来的书，一边等车回家。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还是出差好吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我其实是那种“可以躺着时决不坐，可以坐时决不站的人”，也不需要靠工作来觉得自己还活着。可是工作有些东西我很不喜欢，有些我很讨厌，而且一些东西常常都让我抓狂，拿起又不是，放下又不是。跟什么人说都象白说，一直到我读了吴淡如那本书，突然觉得自己被她说服，那是最好的解决方法。同一个时间内，我读的另外几本书的作者都说到相似处（好神奇哦），或他们本身根本就有相同的特质。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想到这里，突然不再觉得办公室很无聊。即使我以前在实验室里享有很多充实的经验和满足感，一些不一样类型的体验和成就，非得在办公室里完成。改变一下心态，效率就会变得好很多，心情大概也会调适过来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真是开卷有益。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-1302395731442978?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/1302395731442978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=1302395731442978&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/1302395731442978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/1302395731442978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_27.html' title='开卷有益'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-5871082946513799100</id><published>2009-05-24T22:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T00:00:01.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>感情密码</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/ShlrxRJGtDI/AAAAAAAAAbc/HMrRXkQmOdM/s1600-h/IMG_7009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/ShlrxRJGtDI/AAAAAAAAAbc/HMrRXkQmOdM/s400/IMG_7009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339417327383786546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;感情都有自己的密码，无论是友情，或爱情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;密码不容亵渎，那是双方各持有的秘密，有时被揭晓后，甚至依然无法被复制。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;打个比方，在你们小学成为同班同学那天，班主任很不识趣地帮你取了一个外号，叫大象，或水牛，或苍蝇，或蚊子。大家哄堂大笑，狠狠地记住，还在不停地练习用外号叫你。十年后的今天，由于曾经狠狠地练习，大家都没忘记你叫着___(请自行填充)。那个外号成了你们彼此的友情密码。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Shlr3vUuQTI/AAAAAAAAAbk/iwrhIRVBtrs/s1600-h/Image131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Shlr3vUuQTI/AAAAAAAAAbk/iwrhIRVBtrs/s400/Image131.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339417438564794674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;若此时有个路人，听到你的旧同学叫你那个恶心的外号，你还笑哈哈地乐在其中，于是他以为你喜欢被人叫大象水牛苍蝇蚊子。他也跟着叫的话，那么他就完了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;代入刚才的说辞，就是路人在亵渎你们的密码，所以你听了一定火大。因为只有那些人可以那样叫你，他妈的路人，凭什么。或者你说算了，你其实脾气很好，路人那样叫你也可以 - 也就是你放了通行证给路人。可惜，偏偏路人那样叫你的时候，你的感觉怎么都不对，一点"当年同班"的味道都没有。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这就是即使路人拿到了密码，即便是同样的口气，终究无法复制你被那样叫时的感觉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/ShlsA_7Gs-I/AAAAAAAAAbs/BLUJxSOQ3co/s1600-h/Image132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/ShlsA_7Gs-I/AAAAAAAAAbs/BLUJxSOQ3co/s400/Image132.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339417597639570402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这种东西，在情人的关系里会更加频密。有点像一人“登登登登登”的时候，另一个就会很automatic地接着唱only you一样。这种情人的密码，跟友情很不一样。它绝对无法被复制，更精确地说，就是不允许。马来文叫tidak dibenarkan，英文叫not allowed。连一点点被揭晓或recycle的空间都不被允许，被发现会给人浸猪笼的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;超级野蛮，但就是这样。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那是为什么，你知道吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;无论经历过什么事情，都像是在脑海里写下一个故事。故事里人物，只属于共同经历过的人。一个，又一个，又一个故事，写成一节，变成一章，变成一本，越来越厚。当你从新翻阅你亲手所写的故事时，它已经不是故事了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;它叫回忆。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回忆之所以格外美丽动人，是因为就算刻意重建当时的情景，都无法跟原来那个一样了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;突然有感而发。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为又一个朋友结婚了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/ShlubMAZusI/AAAAAAAAAb0/VVmX7EeJapk/s1600-h/n556672597_1369349_8101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/ShlubMAZusI/AAAAAAAAAb0/VVmX7EeJapk/s400/n556672597_1369349_8101.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339420246582868674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-5871082946513799100?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/5871082946513799100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=5871082946513799100&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/5871082946513799100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/5871082946513799100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_24.html' title='感情密码'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/ShlrxRJGtDI/AAAAAAAAAbc/HMrRXkQmOdM/s72-c/IMG_7009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-2195496286735158876</id><published>2009-05-17T12:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T13:59:43.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>新竹一日游</title><content type='html'>回到桃园国际机场附近，最后一天在新竹。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;酒店就在所谓的新竹之心 - 东门城附近。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sg-Zb5xmEuI/AAAAAAAAAak/8Jq87ChOoSY/s1600-h/xz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sg-Zb5xmEuI/AAAAAAAAAak/8Jq87ChOoSY/s400/xz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336652788101681890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;东城门不是一个交通圈而已，它的地方大得像个露天广场，有很多表演。从那些布条和歌手的说话看来，每个星期五和六都有演唱会。我在那里听不知名的歌手办街头演唱会，歌声比什么Super Idol都要好，而且有很多互动，有点像大型露天民歌餐厅，可以点歌。观众也很热络，好像个个人都跟歌手很熟那样。除了歌声，什么都没有，可是每个人还是坐着没有离开。我也不想离开。因为太舒适和亲切了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sg-kpXLp0RI/AAAAAAAAAbE/8UDlqPPDgHk/s1600-h/Image122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sg-kpXLp0RI/AAAAAAAAAbE/8UDlqPPDgHk/s400/Image122.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336665113961812242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在东城门混了大概一个小时，跟着连着文化街的护城河沿着走下去， 一路走一路看。对面东城门有演唱会，河边也有一组三人在开演唱会。人们也是站着，靠着，坐着河边栏杆或树下什么的，听着艺人唱歌。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sg-c1iYqbBI/AAAAAAAAAas/7HJUPyZ7OxI/s1600-h/xz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sg-c1iYqbBI/AAAAAAAAAas/7HJUPyZ7OxI/s400/xz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336656527034575890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;桥下还有四个美眉帮人素描画人像，不过画得有点嫩，人又不是很美。我就往下走，走进新竹的诚品书店去了。花了新台币一千块，买了五本书，真是太划算了。它其实不只卖书很便宜，你进到去真的感觉到是个阅读的地方，还有很多沙发，或餐厅，绝对可以让你在里头待上一整天，比图书馆还要好。就算你不买书，也可以在里面看完很多很多书，没有人会来赶你。若有一天我在台湾长居的话，诚品就会变成我最常去的地方了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说到新竹，就会去城隍庙。那里有很多很多东西吃。老实说，东西都没有卖相，味道其实好得很。看这贡丸汤，肉丸，还有非常好吃的挫冰，哪来的卖相？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sg-iOFj8FhI/AAAAAAAAAa8/bwn07unU6Uc/s1600-h/xz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sg-iOFj8FhI/AAAAAAAAAa8/bwn07unU6Uc/s400/xz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336662446352111122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sg-hoTJsAuI/AAAAAAAAAa0/ejN9PYwDUSY/s1600-h/xz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sg-hoTJsAuI/AAAAAAAAAa0/ejN9PYwDUSY/s400/xz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336661797165073122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sg-k2C6ZAEI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_paTsqBiXx8/s1600-h/Image126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sg-k2C6ZAEI/AAAAAAAAAbM/_paTsqBiXx8/s400/Image126.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336665331858997314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不过，肉丸可能有人会不习惯。他的味道很怪，酱料也很本土，不是每个人都懂得欣赏。像我就是一个。我不喜欢肉丸，觉得皮太厚，偏偏台湾人最爱吃它的皮。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我跟酒店拿了一本新竹市政府出版的观光手册。我所看见的，大概连皮毛都说不上吧。新竹可看的东西，实在多的不得了。只是新竹区，旅游大概可以花上四五天走马看花。细细品茗的话，住下来十天吧！我大概六月尾七月头还会再去。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;（谁要一起来？）=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-2195496286735158876?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/2195496286735158876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=2195496286735158876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/2195496286735158876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/2195496286735158876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_17.html' title='新竹一日游'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sg-Zb5xmEuI/AAAAAAAAAak/8Jq87ChOoSY/s72-c/xz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-1046892523806015978</id><published>2009-05-15T22:25:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:26:14.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>台中一日游</title><content type='html'>来到台中，一定要去久仰大名的逢甲。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;先来到了大名鼎鼎的逢甲大学。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sg19bdv2O-I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ALOnEImFnp8/s1600-h/fjdx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sg19bdv2O-I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ALOnEImFnp8/s400/fjdx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336059044299160546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;再去那个比大学还要有名的逢甲夜市。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sg1-AblUY0I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/CQehSWCf_OA/s1600-h/fjxs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sg1-AblUY0I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/CQehSWCf_OA/s400/fjxs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336059679373288258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这个是台中甚至台湾最大的夜市。规模大得吓死人，不止很长，还很多分岔。马来西亚没有一个夜市比它大。而昨天去的士林夜市，我提都不想提哪。最重要的是，十摊里面有八摊在卖吃的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;吃死我。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我一去到逢甲夜市，先来一碗螃蟹面线，因为上次试过蚵仔面线，这次试别的。然后吃一颗新台币七元的小腊肠，接着配一包芭乐下肚。芭乐，就是番石榴，我们叫钙习果。不知道是不是我心情很好，那些台湾钙习果好像很多水，又很脆。吃钙习果，最怕那些软软的，或硬硬可是很多纤维的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我还要介绍一个厉害的小吃-糖葫芦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sg1_58lpHNI/AAAAAAAAAaE/jlfUcpXJ3bc/s1600-h/bbt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sg1_58lpHNI/AAAAAAAAAaE/jlfUcpXJ3bc/s400/bbt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336061766997187794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这个颜色缤纷的糖葫芦，听说是在逢甲夜市创出名堂来的。买一根糖葫芦，还要排队。有冰的和凉的，冰的就是把水果串淋上蜜糖或什么的，然后冷冻起来。凉的就会淋上麦芽糖，然后你吃起来的时候，甜甜脆脆的，而且水果里面不知道怎样做，它并不会软去。更厉害的是，它的包装还会教你怎样吃才不会弄到满手粘粘甜甜。跟着包装上的指示，绝对清爽干净。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;实在是太台湾了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实这里还有更台湾的，只是我不敢吃。台湾三绝-大肠包小肠，猪血糕，臭豆腐。Fear factor, 没法子。我实在很鹌鹑。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一路上，还见到很多很多台北没有的汽车旅馆。有的房间里头还内建游泳池，比饭店还要豪华，真是岂有此理。台中晚上，路边还会看到美眉，个个都是槟榔西施，管着一家家的槟榔店，走出来马路招生意。她们身上的布比我的袜子还要少，脚下穿六，七寸高跟鞋，环肥燕瘦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他们都说，这不但是台湾名产，还是文化遗产。给你看一个还“可以”放在这里，不用被剪的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谁要吃槟榔啊？真是不看白不看。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sg2H4-0ykNI/AAAAAAAAAaM/nO4fmg6N2mk/s1600-h/pl0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sg2H4-0ykNI/AAAAAAAAAaM/nO4fmg6N2mk/s400/pl0011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336070546510745810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-1046892523806015978?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/1046892523806015978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=1046892523806015978&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/1046892523806015978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/1046892523806015978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_15.html' title='台中一日游'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sg19bdv2O-I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ALOnEImFnp8/s72-c/fjdx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-766541880746869394</id><published>2009-05-13T22:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T00:11:52.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>台北一日游</title><content type='html'>台北我又来也。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在台北闲逛，走进诚品书局，真是相见恨晚。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那里的书，非常便宜。我花了台币九百六，买四本书。还是正版，新马那里找啊？平均大概一本十一元新币。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而且，很多的书在新加坡找不到-虽然不是每次如此，但很多时候只是因为不是畅销书。这本《鲁冰花》还送电影DVD，太好了。我以前唱鲁冰花拿第一名啊，你知不知道。如果谁想看电影就打下招呼啦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SgrjuIM8h1I/AAAAAAAAAZk/7GYoAPyRxF4/s1600-h/lbh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 136px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SgrjuIM8h1I/AAAAAAAAAZk/7GYoAPyRxF4/s400/lbh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335327090189043538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而且，就算可以在新加坡找得到，这里的版本精美很多。像这本《此物最相思》。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SgrdGP4I3DI/AAAAAAAAAZc/aIf-EQVGYDc/s1600-h/cwzxs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 329px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SgrdGP4I3DI/AAAAAAAAAZc/aIf-EQVGYDc/s400/cwzxs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335319807984720946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然后看到这本《人间喜剧》，买下来的唯一原因是蔡康永推荐。读书人品味大概不差。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sgrv6kBIrxI/AAAAAAAAAZs/qMA0Wd4XjEA/s1600-h/rjxj.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 375px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sgrv6kBIrxI/AAAAAAAAAZs/qMA0Wd4XjEA/s400/rjxj.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335340497953664786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;走出书店，看人来人往，很多美女，不过不知道是不是台湾人。而且现在台北春末夏初，天气凉凉，晚上十几度，白天最热也只有二十八，平均二十四左右，很凉爽。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;讲到这里，我跟你说为什么有四季的国家比较浪漫。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你可以说，已经三年冬天没下雪了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或者说，明年春天，梅花盛开之时，即是我归来之日。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;又或者说，去年秋天，我是一张受伤的叶子，听见季节的吩咐，跳下了深爱的大树。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;再不然，就说，秋意凉，吾心暖。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;换作是我们这种热带国家，就会变成，已经三天没下雨了。或，最近很热。浪漫一点的就说，去年清明，细雨纷纷，我们欲断魂。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没有四季的话，意境，真的有差啊。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-766541880746869394?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/766541880746869394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=766541880746869394&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/766541880746869394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/766541880746869394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_13.html' title='台北一日游'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SgrjuIM8h1I/AAAAAAAAAZk/7GYoAPyRxF4/s72-c/lbh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-6016137109533074783</id><published>2009-05-03T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:54:59.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>朋友</title><content type='html'>昨天出去和朋友吃晚饭，先是一行五人，后来小鸟再加入。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;几个人在一个叫Ministry of Food的地方吃晚餐。吃的是蛮贵的日本餐，吃法却是mamak档喝茶那种。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们认识了十几年，连排在最后的妙君都有十年 - 突然惊觉，原来十年了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不是很想那么多愁善感，只是想到大家现在都不过三十，这些三不五时陪着你的朋友，陪着陪着，就十年了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;从一起在中学胡闹或作弊的，到高中时期突然出现的邻校女生，到她们几乎全部变成我们的同学，到大伙一起离乡背井或分割两地，到最后全部又聚头在这个弹丸小岛。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;让我想起最近很流行的集体回忆。我们的集体回忆真的很多，多到每次喝茶都可以不停地讲。Abang讲到妙君一直打哈欠，她大概以为没人看见。哈哈。我其实也在打哈欠，因为很累，可是讲得很爽，一直在笑，所以没有提议散band。我都忘了多久没有那样笑过，可是笑的时候，一般上都是和他们的集体回忆来的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;等到要Ministry of Food要散band的时候，我们除了还没有要散band，肚子也饿了。于是心不甘情不愿地付钱...........再去对面mamak档继续。虽然东西很不上道，还是知足地吃完了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回到家后，不知道为什么，我蒙到三点才睡觉。我其实很累的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大脑无法休息了吧。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-6016137109533074783?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-3529284254587287594</id><published>2009-04-25T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T22:25:05.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>美女与野兽</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SfMPEG6fa6I/AAAAAAAAAZM/O_7IIimMuUQ/s1600-h/7908_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SfMPEG6fa6I/AAAAAAAAAZM/O_7IIimMuUQ/s400/7908_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328619347359263650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;對女人來說，愛上一個人，只要一個理由就夠了，外表並不重要，因此才會有「美女與野獸」的類型故事&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有人那样说，真是不无道理。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而且，难道你们不知道，看见美女與野獸的时候，大喊冤枉没天理的都是男人吗？我们只是看见难得一朵鲜花插在对面那堆牛粪上，却没有插在自己那堆牛粪上，而感到愤愤不平而已 - 大家都是牛粪，他凭什么？我的还比他的臭呢。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而女人呢，看了美女與野獸的时候却是暗地里偷笑，哈哈，那种牛粪也插，还是我插的牛粪好，比较有味道。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世界上哪来的俊男与丑女？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;都是因为男人是靠视觉的动物，女人是靠感觉的动物。男人要靠女人的美来让自己小鹿乱撞；而女人要靠男人给的感觉来让自己无法自拔：感觉一到，八达通。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所以男人不帅可以有很多后天方法补救，想尽办法给人感觉就可以了。可是女人不美嘛，纵然天见犹怜，可惜绝对爱莫能助。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女人最少用人生三成的生命来让自己美丽，包括几个小时几个小时几个小时来算的美容，美发，美白，美甲，美丽，还有很多个小时的化妆。大概一天7小时多。各位，那只是平均值而已，而且女人擅长multitask，还要以举重若轻的姿态完成任务。看起来越&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;象&lt;/span&gt;不努力而依然那么美丽的，越厉害。看起来太用力去让自己美丽的，会被女人说发春情，被男人说胸大没脑。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;而男人，最多只用零点三成的人生来让自己“看起来不邋遢” - 这里指的是大概一天43分钟的冲凉。最厉害的multitask大概是一边上大号一边洗澡。或洗澡时唱歌。而且，没什么姿态可言。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真是比都没得比，象 Man Utd 对三德国中校队一样。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说到底，男男女女，各别想尽办法各取所需，不管感觉或美貌，都是一种使用自己觉得对方会喜欢的&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sex_pheromone#Sex_pheromones"&gt;费洛蒙&lt;/a&gt;手段而已。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男的女的，大家都努力吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SfMdFs3eFkI/AAAAAAAAAZU/UybCM0uzmKo/s1600-h/200862620330544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SfMdFs3eFkI/AAAAAAAAAZU/UybCM0uzmKo/s400/200862620330544.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328634767889798722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-3529284254587287594?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/3529284254587287594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-6054218680637393761</id><published>2009-04-20T22:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:44:44.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>激心</title><content type='html'>如果你明白，"激心"是什么样的一种感觉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我刚拿起电话，又放下来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为我觉得我又要对着电话筒发飚...做人嘛，何必到处树敌。还怕敌人比朋友少咩？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;觉得自己像个他妈的老人，想骂人又假假安抚自己，安抚一半越想越气，更想骂人。用膝盖想都知道，一定忘得干干净净。就在膝盖终于想完的时候，一看时间，夜了，明天再说吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不想打那通电话，因为用膝盖想都知道。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很想打那通电话，因为想确保事情有做好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不想打那通电话，因为会被人说自己像个控制狂。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很想打那通电话，因为不想到时候擦别人的屁股。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这是不是我的问题啊？还是你的问题？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你到底搞清楚到时怎么办没有？你没搞清楚的话，到时不行时是不是又要我来收烂摊？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为什么我总觉得没有你们我会比较好过?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真是烂泥扶不上壁。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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type='text'>下辈子我要在春天遇见你</title><content type='html'>经历寒冬，会让人更加珍惜身边的一切。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我说，没什么事，不要那么渴望寒冬。寒冬很冷，但不会让你变得很酷。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世上没有非经历不可的事情。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们只活一次，要好好地过，但不是什么都要尝试才算没白过。那只是指好好地生活，不管有机会或没机会；有伯乐或没伯乐的时候。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;尝尽天下美食，看尽天下美景，甚至睡尽天下美女，不会让你特别快乐，也不会让你觉得你终于活够，现在可以去死。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我觉得，很快乐地，无论平凡或者不平凡，才会觉得活着。比如有人说你今天很漂亮，或小狗终于学会上厕所尿尿，或看见久违的朋友，或连进几个三分球，或见到周杰伦还是竹内结子，或你终于学会左右互搏之术。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你需要痛苦来觉得自己还活着，你应该是另一种人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;经历寒冬，会让人更加珍惜身边的一切。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;下辈子我要在春天遇见你。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SeFgH7iCbyI/AAAAAAAAAYs/G_-W-qrzl38/s1600-h/totoroc800_600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" 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href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='下辈子我要在春天遇见你'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/SeFgH7iCbyI/AAAAAAAAAYs/G_-W-qrzl38/s72-c/totoroc800_600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8493274.post-1305111298459945165</id><published>2009-04-10T05:30:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T14:17:11.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manchester</title><content type='html'>I went to Manchester with nothing more than meet up with 2 of my old buddies. Hmm, maybe some Old Trafford factor is inevitable. (haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sd5qL-bVsoI/AAAAAAAAAXs/YMMqB39DKeA/s1600-h/untitled1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sd5qL-bVsoI/AAAAAAAAAXs/YMMqB39DKeA/s400/untitled1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322808563567276674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a very very very long time. Maybe 10 years or more. We were so young back then aha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone doesn't change much except YX. She kept saying she was f-a-t in the past but I don't remember she was that heavy. i only remember she suddenly lost a lot of weight during her days in Hk or something like that. Still not very used to calling her Maxine but I guess just like some friends never call me Joe. Joe is for the friends of different stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we didn't have very exciting weekend. I guess HC is rather surprise as I didn't have any plan to go anywhere (except Old Traffrord). Even I didn't manage to see the holy Trafford pitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course i was quite sad about it. But that should be a blessing in disguise. I shall spare my first Old Trafford match experience with real devil kaki. If you are one, book me and we will go together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sd5yKQqFj-I/AAAAAAAAAYE/JrnKBkBynjE/s1600-h/untitled1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sd5yKQqFj-I/AAAAAAAAAYE/JrnKBkBynjE/s400/untitled1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322817330194255842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Chinatown for some dim sum and really affordable. It was £14.70 for 3 people that we almost cannot finished. We have at least 7-8 courses including a damn big plate of noodles. Of course the best one is the cake shop nearby, with those 油炸鬼, soya bean and egg tart, best. Thanks to HC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HC has a very strong personality that me and YX were discussed about after we got back to Disbury. (ok, that's gossip). Even after 10 years she was extremely calm and cool when we meet. But she is practically another person as you perceive it. I heard the explosive laugh again after 10 years. I admire that gesture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sd5s0Xn9SQI/AAAAAAAAAX0/L240GYHRjjk/s1600-h/untitled1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sd5s0Xn9SQI/AAAAAAAAAX0/L240GYHRjjk/s400/untitled1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322811456549112066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the very special cake shop we spent many hours there. And we went there twice. We really have nothing better to do and probably enjoy very much about it - everyone is so tired at work, no exhausting weekend. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HC has a funny dog, his name is Charlie. She is damn fierce to him, always scolding, macam damn hard to control like that. Maybe that's why he pees both ways - the guy way and the girl way - very confusing. But HC like him very much. She posted this photo as her profile in FB...haha. i think she loves this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sd5weHmyrzI/AAAAAAAAAX8/GLFXwo8hX9o/s1600-h/untitled1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sd5weHmyrzI/AAAAAAAAAX8/GLFXwo8hX9o/s400/untitled1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322815472338644786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did spent some time on my own and walked into the Manchester Museum. i love this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sd5pdznUIHI/AAAAAAAAAXk/0Wkpu3izoTw/s1600-h/untitled1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sd5pdznUIHI/AAAAAAAAAXk/0Wkpu3izoTw/s400/untitled1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322807770390732914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those Mancunian have a lot of pride in their city, it's so obvious from the art work. Can you see/smell/sense/feel the pride in this? ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sd51k0J2BZI/AAAAAAAAAYM/-hAgoQzc9Lk/s1600-h/untitled1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sd51k0J2BZI/AAAAAAAAAYM/-hAgoQzc9Lk/s400/untitled1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322821084934178194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what i love about Manchester is, everyone associate themselves with Old Trafford like their own backyard at home. Even at the airport of Manchester, the officer almost let her guard off completely after the word Old Trafford came out from my mouth. Love it. (YX may beg to differ, she doesn't understand~ha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is gorgeous, the people is nice, the company is awesome - it was a well-deserved 5 stars weekend. Felt so empty and lost after i get back to the hotel in Bergisch Gladbach, Köln. And get back to work is hard at that point of time. It was really difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as the season changed, the winter is over and the sunny spring is right here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sd55YzA548I/AAAAAAAAAYU/yrX1oaPk64M/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 144px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sd55YzA548I/AAAAAAAAAYU/yrX1oaPk64M/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322825276516328386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8493274-1305111298459945165?l=purplesign.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/feeds/1305111298459945165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8493274&amp;postID=1305111298459945165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/1305111298459945165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8493274/posts/default/1305111298459945165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purplesign.blogspot.com/2009/04/manchester.html' title='Manchester'/><author><name>祖传</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10102758692683964530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8R_1EJt7GUw/Sd5qL-bVsoI/AAAAAAAAAXs/YMMqB39DKeA/s72-c/untitled1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
