<?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-18623921</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:55:41.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always the Hours</title><subtitle type='html'>What I wanted were new experience. I wanted to go out into the world and test myself, to move from this to that, to explore as much as I could. As long as I kept my eyes open, I figured that whatever happened to me would be useful, would teach me things I had never known before.
--Paul Auster</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022230080553716316</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>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18623921.post-116565809859594219</id><published>2006-12-09T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T02:02:40.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack London's "Credo"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4619/1827/1600/363130/8847scd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4619/1827/400/515884/8847scd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I would rather be ashes than dust!&lt;br /&gt;I would rather that my spark should burn out&lt;br /&gt;in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot.&lt;br /&gt;I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom&lt;br /&gt;of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.&lt;br /&gt;The function of man is to live, not to exist.&lt;br /&gt;I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them.&lt;br /&gt;I shall use my time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Jack London's "Credo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel touched by these poetic sentences. They are so beautiful and meaningful, aren’t they?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18623921-116565809859594219?l=sophistick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/feeds/116565809859594219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18623921&amp;postID=116565809859594219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/116565809859594219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/116565809859594219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/2006/12/jack-londons-credo.html' title='Jack London&apos;s &quot;Credo&quot;'/><author><name>Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022230080553716316</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-18623921.post-115305895041615615</id><published>2006-07-16T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T07:51:55.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/1600/8ced.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/400/8ced.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Few days ago my mother was so drunk that she fell down senseless, like a heap of meat on the street. Her motorbike lay on the ground, too. A good haerted passer-by saw her and called the police. Then a policeman visited our house and we were asked to take the 80 kg-meat home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this has been happening for a long time, we were not surprised. Indeed, we have been warning her about drunkenness, but she has never listened even once to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that, when I was a boy, she always yelled and blamed us after coming back with an unbearable stink. She would shout with tears that she didn’t belong to this family and nobody loved her. I was so horrified that all I could do was just to hide in my blanket until the thunderstorm terminated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I become more sympathetic about her marriage, from which she has been suffering all these years. Sometimes I wish she had never married to my father and given birth to six children; she would have been happier without us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18623921-115305895041615615?l=sophistick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/feeds/115305895041615615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18623921&amp;postID=115305895041615615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/115305895041615615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/115305895041615615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-nightmare.html' title='my nightmare'/><author><name>Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022230080553716316</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-18623921.post-114955528609582537</id><published>2006-06-05T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T02:00:17.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>being tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/1600/d173.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/320/d173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have been lazy these months. Working makes me inactive, lazy and idle. When I come home, I want to do nothing, like a couch potato. The job is really tiring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Worst of all, I get fatter now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I even don't like to walk:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facing my blog, I become speechless most of the time though I'm desperately willing to write something down. It has been abandoned by me for almost five months. Poor baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t I like and enjoy my job? Or I just feel tired? Don’t know. Anyway, blogging is at least still exciting to me and makes me feel that I still have energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18623921-114955528609582537?l=sophistick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/feeds/114955528609582537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18623921&amp;postID=114955528609582537' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/114955528609582537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/114955528609582537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/2006/06/being-tired.html' title='being tired'/><author><name>Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022230080553716316</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-18623921.post-114949055553255337</id><published>2006-06-04T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T17:30:06.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the opera kid</title><content type='html'>Compared with another female singers version, the child is still amazingly good.&lt;br /&gt;The song he sang is from the opera &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Magic Flute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opera kid &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=oFrub-L0FuQ&amp;search=opera"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=oFrub-L0FuQ&amp;amp;search=opera&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;female singer &lt;a href="http://youthchoirinfo.org/drakie_mozart.mp3"&gt;http://youthchoirinfo.org/drakie_mozart.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18623921-114949055553255337?l=sophistick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/feeds/114949055553255337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18623921&amp;postID=114949055553255337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/114949055553255337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/114949055553255337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/2006/06/opera-kid.html' title='the opera kid'/><author><name>Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022230080553716316</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-18623921.post-113837643903783292</id><published>2006-01-27T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T18:15:11.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bush and Brokeback Mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/w/Bush-Brokeback-Mountain?v=7RXYEb_lmDk&amp;search=brokeback%20mountain"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/w/Bush-Brokeback-Mountain?v=7RXYEb_lmDk&amp;amp;search=brokeback%20mountain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bush is quite embarrassed at talking about the movie"&lt;em&gt;Brokeback mountain'...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18623921-113837643903783292?l=sophistick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/feeds/113837643903783292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18623921&amp;postID=113837643903783292' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/113837643903783292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/113837643903783292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/2006/01/bush-and-brokeback-mountain.html' title='Bush and Brokeback Mountain'/><author><name>Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022230080553716316</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-18623921.post-113751405212822368</id><published>2006-01-17T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T08:14:01.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Central Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I like Central Park near my apartment in Burnaby very much. Before leaving Vancouver, I took some pictures of it.&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the lake was frozen that day, and all the ducks were on the shore. The sun penetrated through branches of trees, melting in the cool air.&lt;br /&gt;Everything here was being still, as if the park had existed for a long time, and it has not been bothered yet.&lt;br /&gt;A quiet , wonderful and magnificent world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/1600/p113590250217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/400/p113590250217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/1600/p113590406648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/400/p113590406648.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/1600/p113590451685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/400/p113590451685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/1600/p113590429992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/400/p113590429992.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/1600/p113590316546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/400/p113590316546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/1600/p113590250564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/400/p113590250564.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/1600/p113590386460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/400/p113590386460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18623921-113751405212822368?l=sophistick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/feeds/113751405212822368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18623921&amp;postID=113751405212822368' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/113751405212822368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/113751405212822368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/2006/01/central-park.html' title='Central Park'/><author><name>Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022230080553716316</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18623921.post-113750707080828176</id><published>2006-01-17T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T07:42:28.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what else could I say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/1600/102403.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/400/102403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/1600/msn13.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/400/msn13.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the writer's illustration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/1600/writer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/400/writer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;writer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/1600/book1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/400/book1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cover of the book&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; "So Weired!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Few days ago I turned on TV and saw a Japanese illustrator talking about her new book that describes her life in Taiwan. It was almost the end of the show, so I just heard few points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she was surprised that Taiwanese are too close and they are not aware of it. She said there is not much personal space, even in the street. When walking, you could almost smell someone in front of you. When talking to someone, you could see his/her nose hair and even see him/her spit incautiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also weird to her that Taiwaneses fart naturally when there is someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More, she said she admires Taiwanese are very brave. They are not afraid of everything. They invest on stocks so crazily that they spend all their money. Many of them eventually lose everything if they fail. The way Taiwanese ride motorbikes shows they are not scared of death. They just live without fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite funny! It is very interesting to hear that. I never think it is a problem to be too close. I wonder maybe because the street is too small and it is too crowded in the street. We become accustomed to be close in the street, and don’t think it is a problem. I believe it is not a problem in a lot of countries at all .heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nose hair... farting...motorbike...Mmmm...what else could I say?&lt;/span&gt; &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18623921-113750707080828176?l=sophistick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/feeds/113750707080828176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18623921&amp;postID=113750707080828176' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/113750707080828176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/113750707080828176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-else-could-i-say.html' title='what else could I say?'/><author><name>Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022230080553716316</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-18623921.post-113704115394415174</id><published>2006-01-11T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T20:55:56.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it true?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;----Mrs. Barbara Bush, after touring the Astrodome complex in Houston on Monday (9/5/2005), said: "What I'm hearing, which is sort of scary, is they all want to stay in Texas. Everyone is so overwhelmed by the hospitality. And so many of the people in the arena here, you know, were underprivileged anyway, so this is working very well for them." She commented during a radio interview with the American Public Media program "Marketplace."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is very horrible if she really says that. But I think no one would be very surprised if she whose son is Bush really said so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18623921-113704115394415174?l=sophistick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/feeds/113704115394415174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18623921&amp;postID=113704115394415174' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/113704115394415174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/113704115394415174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/2006/01/is-it-true.html' title='is it true?'/><author><name>Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022230080553716316</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18623921.post-113691077080687090</id><published>2006-01-10T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T15:22:34.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>twilight zone</title><content type='html'>I don't think I will say something like "It is not your business" when I have a job interviewin the future. It is the culture thing. Even I hate this kind of question, I will still answer it.&lt;br /&gt;Here it doesn't belong to legal issues, not yet.&lt;br /&gt;It is sad, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortuntely , many undesirable things happen in our work place .&lt;br /&gt;Your boss might ask you to pick up his/her children when they are off school.&lt;br /&gt;Your boss might ask you to do his/her homework if he/she goes to continuing education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is it the twilight zone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18623921-113691077080687090?l=sophistick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/feeds/113691077080687090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18623921&amp;postID=113691077080687090' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/113691077080687090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/113691077080687090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/2006/01/twilight-zone.html' title='twilight zone'/><author><name>Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022230080553716316</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-18623921.post-113660963104555412</id><published>2006-01-06T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T05:07:34.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>interview</title><content type='html'>I don’t know why no one complains about resume form in Taiwan. Maybe some do complain about it, but I have never heard of any complaint from my friends. To have a job, in my resume I have to fill in some blanks unnecessary and private, such as my blood type, height, weight, health condition, I.D number and astrology. Also, jobs and birthdays of my family whom I live with now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job interview is intolerable and annoying too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had a job interview. Before talking to the interviewer, I had been waiting in the seat for more than half an hour. No one said sorry or explained anything to me. It was rude and impolite indeed.&lt;br /&gt;And then when the lady appeared, I followed her into a meeting room. After asking several formal questions, she started to ask me some private, “impressive” and "unbelievable" questions- -she asked about my family and discussed about my star sign......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most impressive question is whether I have a girlfriend or not--&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any girlfriend now?..... why you broke up with her?..... Because you went to Canada?........ Before or after that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18623921-113660963104555412?l=sophistick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/feeds/113660963104555412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18623921&amp;postID=113660963104555412' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/113660963104555412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/113660963104555412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/2006/01/interview.html' title='interview'/><author><name>Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022230080553716316</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18623921.post-113612248405089374</id><published>2006-01-01T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T15:42:42.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of Wisdom</title><content type='html'>This post is from Wendy's blog. I really like it. It is full of wisdom and also inspires me. I would love to touch and hug my family and friends to show my caring and make them feel they are needed and loved by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am wondering, is life really better tomorrow? Am I pessimistic? But I am not sure about it. Or all we need to do is to believe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the occasion of her 70th birthday, Maya Angelou, a famous American writer, was interviewed by Oprah Winfrey. Oprah asked Maya what she’s learned about life. This is what she said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as "making a life”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw some things back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone.People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18623921-113612248405089374?l=sophistick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/feeds/113612248405089374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18623921&amp;postID=113612248405089374' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/113612248405089374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/113612248405089374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/2006/01/words-of-wisdom.html' title='Words of Wisdom'/><author><name>Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022230080553716316</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18623921.post-113611989800062196</id><published>2006-01-01T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T04:51:38.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>prologue</title><content type='html'>I just came to Vancouver in September to learn English, experience a different life, and travell of course. Now I understand Canadian culture more and feel really relaxed and calm livinging here.&lt;br /&gt;It is getting colder and colder. I hope I can survive in the winter time.(giggling)&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, there are not so many maple trees in Vancouver as I thought.(sighing)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18623921-113611989800062196?l=sophistick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/feeds/113611989800062196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18623921&amp;postID=113611989800062196' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/113611989800062196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/113611989800062196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/2006/01/prologue.html' title='prologue'/><author><name>Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022230080553716316</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18623921.post-113583979955114693</id><published>2005-12-28T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T16:22:42.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stranger</title><content type='html'>I woke up at 4 a.m. I opened my eyes, hearing the silence in my room.&lt;br /&gt;I felt lost.&lt;br /&gt;My family had moved into this new house after I went to Canada, so I am in a whole new room.&lt;br /&gt;It is a very clean, white room, and bigger than my old room too.&lt;br /&gt;And this small town we live now is farther from my old house that we had been living there for twenty eight years. Much farther from crowded downtown as well.&lt;br /&gt;I think I need time to adjust to the new environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my old house. Even it was old and sort of dirty. Now the whole village is dead. People who used living here move to other places because of government's policy. Like birds, we fly to different direction sadly, and most of us had been living there for most of our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Vancouver life too. I wish I could stay there more .&lt;br /&gt;Everything now is so strange to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I were a stranger or an alien in this quiet and empty town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18623921-113583979955114693?l=sophistick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/feeds/113583979955114693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18623921&amp;postID=113583979955114693' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/113583979955114693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/113583979955114693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/2005/12/stranger.html' title='stranger'/><author><name>Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022230080553716316</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-18623921.post-113511566873563131</id><published>2005-12-20T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T14:02:05.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/1600/IMG_0839%20(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/320/IMG_0839%20%28Small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/1600/IMG_0838%20(Small).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/320/IMG_0838%20%28Small%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy studying with you. You are very bright , and Wendy is a great reacher as well.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck, I hope everything goes well for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;eddie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18623921-113511566873563131?l=sophistick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/feeds/113511566873563131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18623921&amp;postID=113511566873563131' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/113511566873563131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/113511566873563131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/2005/12/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye!'/><author><name>Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022230080553716316</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-18623921.post-113478042979056311</id><published>2005-12-16T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T17:09:08.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>free e-card</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/1600/test.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/320/test.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I follow Wendy's post and make one e-card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.letterjames.de"&gt;http://www.letterjames.de&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the website.&lt;br /&gt;The e-card is very interesting and special.&lt;br /&gt;Also you can have different scenes to choose!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18623921-113478042979056311?l=sophistick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/feeds/113478042979056311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18623921&amp;postID=113478042979056311' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/113478042979056311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/113478042979056311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/2005/12/free-e-card.html' title='free e-card'/><author><name>Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022230080553716316</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18623921.post-113460495783135338</id><published>2005-12-14T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T10:42:07.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrew Wyeth's Christina's World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/1600/wyeth.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/400/wyeth.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Andrew Wyeth’s Christina’s world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look at this panting, I wonder if the girl is crawling on the ground. The painting shows her hopelessness and isolation. The girl seems to me she is alone and possibly is abandoned from her house. From her direction, we can see a wooden house from a very far distance in a wild and empty farm, which may imply that she longs for the house. Not that she wants to be back at the house, but she longs for the warmth of her home. Even though the house looks a kind of old and insignificant, it is her home anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.birdsnest.com/awyeth.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;http://www.birdsnest.com/awyeth.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lala.essortment.com/biographyandrew_rgwd.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;http://lala.essortment.com/biographyandrew_rgwd.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.art.com/asp/display_artist-asp/_/crid--55/Andrew_Wyeth.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;http://www.art.com/asp/display_artist-asp/_/crid--55/Andrew_Wyeth.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18623921-113460495783135338?l=sophistick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/feeds/113460495783135338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18623921&amp;postID=113460495783135338' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/113460495783135338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/113460495783135338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/2005/12/andrew-wyeths-christinas-world.html' title='Andrew Wyeth&apos;s Christina&apos;s World'/><author><name>Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022230080553716316</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-18623921.post-113408022160498328</id><published>2005-12-08T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T12:02:39.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Icefield</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/1600/1715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/400/1715.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/1600/632a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/400/632a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/1600/f604.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/400/f604.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/1600/7349.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/400/7349.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/1600/8498.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/400/8498.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/1600/9b05.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/400/9b05.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/1600/e7c0.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/400/e7c0.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My friend and I joined the travel tour to the Rocky Mountains in Alberta in October.&lt;br /&gt;We even went to the icefield.&lt;br /&gt;Too cold to stand in the glacier, and the wind was very strong.&lt;br /&gt;Before getting there, we had been sitting on the bus for almost one day , but it was quite worthy:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And next day the icefield was shut down, so we were very lucky! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18623921-113408022160498328?l=sophistick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/feeds/113408022160498328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18623921&amp;postID=113408022160498328' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/113408022160498328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/113408022160498328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/2005/12/icefield.html' title='Icefield'/><author><name>Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022230080553716316</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18623921.post-113400134958941435</id><published>2005-12-07T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T08:00:13.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neverland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/1600/62e6.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/400/62e6.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/1600/486f.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/400/486f.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It has stopped snowing since few days ago, but now the snow has started melting. It is said that it doesn't snow very often here, so LUCKY ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Standing in the falling flakes, I took these pictures in the front of the library.I remember seeing two people throwing snowballs at each other happily that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/1600/598e.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/400/598e.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;While looking at these pictures, I feel that I am going into a snow-covered Neverland where there are elves and giants, creatures that always exist in fairytales. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I won't have the chance to see the snow in the coming weeks, so I have started missing it before I even leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18623921-113400134958941435?l=sophistick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/feeds/113400134958941435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18623921&amp;postID=113400134958941435' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/113400134958941435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/113400134958941435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/2005/12/neverland_113400134958941435.html' title='Neverland'/><author><name>Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022230080553716316</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18623921.post-113382966382075622</id><published>2005-12-05T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T16:53:15.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy the Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/1600/p113045230861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="400" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/400/p113045230861.jpg" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The most precious lesson I have learned in Vancouver is to &lt;strong&gt;enjoy the sunshine&lt;/strong&gt;. Because there is not so much sunshine, especially in winter. It is always gloomily dark, which reminds of me the movie “Dark city”, a city without daytime at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I first saw people wearing T-shirts, lying on the grass of a library on a cool sunny day, I was kind of surprised because we never do that in Taiwan - we always have sunshine. We take it so much for granted that we never think it is so important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, enjoy the sunshine. Go out to do something cheerful rather than staying at home feeling dull. Just make yourself happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18623921-113382966382075622?l=sophistick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/feeds/113382966382075622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18623921&amp;postID=113382966382075622' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/113382966382075622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/113382966382075622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/2005/12/enjoy-sunshine.html' title='Enjoy the Sunshine'/><author><name>Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022230080553716316</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-18623921.post-113339673367442675</id><published>2005-11-30T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T11:10:11.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look, the SNOW is falling!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#330033;"&gt;November 28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;When I opened my eyes around 8 am yesterday, I saw something falling outside. “Oh, my goodness, it is raining again. It has kept raining for lots of days! ” Just as I was complaining the weather, my roommate was coming out his room , saying: “Look, the &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;SNOW &lt;/span&gt;is falling!” “No way, it is not so cold. You must be kidding, right?” I said to him. But then I opened the window and saw “something” &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;WHITE&lt;/span&gt; falling and it was &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;SNOW&lt;/span&gt; indeed! I yelled loudly:”Oh, my god. It is &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;snow&lt;/span&gt;!” I was so excited and then stretched my hand out of the window. It felt like rain, wet and cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;impressive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart was full of happiness. I had never ever seen snow, so I went outside to see the snow falling. Not like the snow I watched in the movies. Very small flakes. It was not very heavy, but I liked it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I closed my eyes, tried to hear its silent sound in this noisy world, inhaled deeply and smelled its scent. I imagined from the sky there would be more and more snow falling to the ground, and all I needed was just to wait ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18623921-113339673367442675?l=sophistick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/feeds/113339673367442675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18623921&amp;postID=113339673367442675' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/113339673367442675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/113339673367442675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/2005/11/look-snow-is-falling.html' title='Look, the SNOW is falling!'/><author><name>Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022230080553716316</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18623921.post-113288481707594891</id><published>2005-11-24T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T22:22:18.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Foggy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/1600/DSC00009.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/400/DSC00009.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Never have I seen such heavy fog in my life! So foggy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fog floats into Vancouver everywhere. Edge of all objects becomes blurred, not sharp anymore. The top of the buildings can’t even be seen. I feel as if I was put into a silver, white tunnel where I can’t see anything most of the time .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it is very poetic, it could be dangerous as well. If I were a driver , I would be very scared and panicky . Hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="_msocom_1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18623921-113288481707594891?l=sophistick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/feeds/113288481707594891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18623921&amp;postID=113288481707594891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/113288481707594891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/113288481707594891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-foggy.html' title='So Foggy!'/><author><name>Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022230080553716316</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-18623921.post-113279284130725887</id><published>2005-11-23T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T14:45:06.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I shall not live in vain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/1600/318759_7245.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/200/318759_7245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;IF I can stop one heart from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;breaking,&lt;br /&gt;I shall not live in vain;&lt;br /&gt;If I can ease one life the aching,&lt;br /&gt;Or cool one pain,&lt;br /&gt;Or help one fainting robin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Unto his nest again, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I shall not live in vain.&lt;br /&gt;-----Emily Dickinson (1830–86)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the meaning of our life? To be successful? Have a wonderful family? Make a lot of money? Or just be kind to those around us ? But how many of us would choose to devote their life to helping , comforting others who are suffering from heart-break, pain ,sickness, catastrophe?Needless to say, some noble generous, kind people would choose it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel touched when I read this poem. There are so many painful incidents happening in our daily life. Many people are suffering . And for the sensitive poet, she just wants to help those who are suffering-- even just one heart ,one fainting robin--for this is the essential meaning of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the saddest part is that suffering from all kinds of reasons is inevitable eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about Emily Dickinson:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.online-literature.com/dickinson"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;http://www.online-literature.com/dickinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cswnet.com/~erin/emily.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;http://www.cswnet.com/~erin/emily.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wsu.edu/~campbelld/amlit/dickinson.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;http://www.wsu.edu/~campbelld/amlit/dickinson.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18623921-113279284130725887?l=sophistick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/feeds/113279284130725887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18623921&amp;postID=113279284130725887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/113279284130725887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/113279284130725887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-shall-not-live-in-vain_23.html' title='I shall not live in vain'/><author><name>Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022230080553716316</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-18623921.post-113261816051153793</id><published>2005-11-21T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T09:16:04.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Result Summary</title><content type='html'>Hi guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Thank you very much&lt;/span&gt; for doing my survey. Here is the result.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Results Summary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 21 people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. How many movies do you watch every month?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Response Percent  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;less than 5 90.5%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-10 4. 8%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10-20 0% &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot , more than you can imagine,&lt;br /&gt;I am a movie maniac 4.8%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What type of movie do you like ?...(choose as many as you want)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horror 42.9%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science fiction 33.3%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Action 19%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comedy 81%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War 14.3%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romance 71.4%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Do you like to go to the movie theater or rent a DVD?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theater of course. I enjoy&lt;br /&gt;wild screen, popcorn ,and sreaming! 42.9%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rent a DVD. How comfortable it is! 0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both 57.1%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. If you go to the movie theater, what kind of behavior don't you like or tolerate ? (choose as many as you want)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making sounds, such as&lt;br /&gt;whispering, snoring and screaming 85.7%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting Up and down from the seat ,&lt;br /&gt;walking in and out 66.7%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commenting 61.9%&lt;br /&gt;Eating popcorn or drinking 28.6% &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. You like the movie because it can ...(choose as many as you want)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Make you laugh 76.2%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make you cry 52.4% &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make you Reflect 57.1% &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help you spend time well , or give something&lt;br /&gt;to do(better than feeling dull ) 47.6%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take you to another world 66.7%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18623921-113261816051153793?l=sophistick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/feeds/113261816051153793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18623921&amp;postID=113261816051153793' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/113261816051153793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/113261816051153793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/2005/11/result-summary.html' title='Result Summary'/><author><name>Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022230080553716316</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-18623921.post-113260849437747199</id><published>2005-11-21T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T17:23:32.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Who Shouted Teresa</title><content type='html'>One night a man stood in the street shouting at the top stories of the block: ”Teresa!” And then another man came to help him. They even counted to three and then shouted: “Tereeeesaaa!” Meanwhile a small group was passing by and saw the two men shouting. They joined them and counted to three and then everybody together shouted: “Te-ree-saaa!” Every now and then somebody new passing by joined them . Around twenty people there helped him shout Teresa. They even thought of a way to shout efficiently-- ’T’ should be shouted low and long, the ‘R’ high and long, the ‘sa’ low and short. Suddenly one of them asked him; ’Are you sure she’s at home? ’ The man answered ‘No.’ Another one said:’ Did you forget the key?’ The man replied he didn't live there. And he was asked who lived in the top stories and why he was standing down below calling Teresa. The man said that they could call another name or try somewhere else. “It is no big deal.“ He felt embarrassed at that moment and said so . Finally, someone said they should try one last time and then everybody would go home. They did. Still no one answered. So everyone was leaving , including the man. Just when the man was turning into a square, he heard somebody still calling: ’Tee-ree-sa!’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The description above is from the two page story named “&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The Man Who Shouted Teresa&lt;/span&gt;”, written by &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Italo Calvino&lt;/span&gt; in 1943 , at age twenty. Even now it is still humorous and original. In this absurd story, the man initates some ridiculous behaviour , and more and more people follow him blindly without knowing the reason . Even when they had realized the truth, they still wanted to try the last time! However ‘Teresa’ even doesn't exist! So what is the point for them doing this? How ironic it is ! &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Calvino&lt;/span&gt; intentionally has his character dismiss the guy first who questioned the situation as having a “ freckly face” , and implies he is the only conscience in our society, so he will not be liked or be welcomed by those "initiators. " Blind obedience is not only found in this story but also in our history and real life . For instance, in the Second World War, weren't those who believed in Hitler’s leadership or the Japanese government just like those followers who shouted Teresa ? They just believed in them, but didn't really know the reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is interesting , but it also cruelly revels the ignorance and stupidity of human beings . Because the story never ends, &lt;em&gt;like a endless circle&lt;/em&gt;, there will always be someone stubborn standing there trying to call Teresa , like in the end of the story, and this person will replace the man shouting first, and more and more people will join him. Thus, he will also be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about Italo Calvino:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Forum/7504/numbers.html"&gt;http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Forum/7504/numbers.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.italo-calvino.com/"&gt;http://www.italo-calvino.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/1600/p27.11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/400/p27.10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/1600/monky.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/400/monky.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (See? Human being is always stupid )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18623921-113260849437747199?l=sophistick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/feeds/113260849437747199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18623921&amp;postID=113260849437747199' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/113260849437747199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/113260849437747199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/2005/11/those-who-shouted-teresa_21.html' title='Those Who Shouted Teresa'/><author><name>Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022230080553716316</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18623921.post-113218972329955567</id><published>2005-11-16T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T17:16:46.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please take a moment to answer the questions in this survey. I would like to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;know your opinion about watching movies in your leisure time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.surveymonkey.com/s.asp?u=695401528889"&gt;Click'&gt;http://www.surveymonkey.com/s.asp?u=695401528889"&gt;Click&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18623921-113218972329955567?l=sophistick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/feeds/113218972329955567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18623921&amp;postID=113218972329955567' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/113218972329955567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/113218972329955567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/2005/11/survey.html' title='A survey'/><author><name>Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022230080553716316</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18623921.post-113158424179860462</id><published>2005-11-09T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T09:29:54.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10:15:43</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/1600/304520266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" height="148" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/320/304520266.jpg" width="115" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;One day my clock hanging on the wall broke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="mso-comment-reference: W_2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;all of sudden. Without any sign or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;warning. It stopped at 10:15:43 technically. However I still heard the sounds ,“Tic-ta , tic-ta” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="mso-comment-reference: W_4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;lingering in my room, like ghosts in the darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I imagined that it was just like a coma. Although it couldn’t move, it still had its own mind. If it could speak, it probably would yell at me:”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fix me right away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="mso-comment-reference: W_6"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; you BASTARD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All right, all right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!” I would answer that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="mso-comment-reference: W_7"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;with a sort of guilt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18623921-113158424179860462?l=sophistick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/feeds/113158424179860462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18623921&amp;postID=113158424179860462' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/113158424179860462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/113158424179860462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/2005/11/101543.html' title='10:15:43'/><author><name>Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022230080553716316</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-18623921.post-113149936923681556</id><published>2005-11-08T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T10:02:35.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>traveler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/1600/DSC00027[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" height="206" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/320/DSC00027%5B1%5D.jpg" width="283" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No matter how far you travel, you can &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;never &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;get away from yourself. It’s like &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;your shadow. It follows you everywhere.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----Haruki Murakami , &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After the Quake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18623921-113149936923681556?l=sophistick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/feeds/113149936923681556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18623921&amp;postID=113149936923681556' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/113149936923681556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/113149936923681556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/2005/11/traveler.html' title='traveler'/><author><name>Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022230080553716316</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18623921.post-113106329052308109</id><published>2005-11-03T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T09:32:59.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="171" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/320/p112716172154.6.jpg" width="278" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I went to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stanely Park&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in Sepetmber and saw an artist doing this. It was really amazing and surprisingly beautiful. I thought I walked into a fantastic and imaginary world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The artist didn’t seem to use any chemical tool to create art. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;These two erective stones in this picture are just like&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, standing and facing to each other. There were a lot of stones like them on the shore in Stanely Park. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/1600/p112716172114.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="203" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4619/1827/320/p112716172114.3.jpg" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18623921-113106329052308109?l=sophistick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/feeds/113106329052308109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18623921&amp;postID=113106329052308109' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/113106329052308109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18623921/posts/default/113106329052308109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sophistick.blogspot.com/2005/11/lovers.html' title='lovers'/><author><name>Eddie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15022230080553716316</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>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
