<?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-33459151</id><updated>2012-02-17T02:24:03.549Z</updated><title type='text'>B I N G H A O</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>binghao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176476402871687876</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>196</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-4313632198761416938</id><published>2011-12-14T14:21:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-14T14:53:10.738Z</updated><title type='text'>So many people</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why are there so many people around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like there is barely enough room for me to get enough air to breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everywhere I go there are people jostling about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have to fight for my seat at the food court. Have to stand in a long line to pay for anything. Buses are crowded beyond measure MOST of the time. Have to raise my voice to talk all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know I seem like I'm a complaining wimp. I understand that it's just the natural progression of things as people flock to cities for jobs and opportunities. Especially in the case of Singapore, not only is it a city, it is also a country on its own; which means that people have no where else to go, not to mention the influx of immigrants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's just that on average, every man, woman and child should have 0.022 square kilometer of space. May not sound like much, but that's like a 150m by 150m space, PER PERSON. Of course I'm discounting mountains, deserts, etc where living conditions are, let's say, less than desirable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But still the sense of packed sardines keeps lingering in the air. Have we really so little space?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Again, I understand that cities are just like that. It's just that it's hard to feel relaxed in such settings. Maybe that's why people pay so much for spa treatments. And also, my introvert-ness probably plays a major role in me feeling this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's just that it's so hard to have a good look at life when there is so much noise around. It's so hard to quiet down and dig deeper when at every moment you have to watch out for an oncoming person. It's so hard to focus when you are constantly shifting your point of concentration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What I am trying to comment on is not the "right-ness" of the state of things. I don't believe that we should ask the government to do this do that. I don't believe that by slowing down Singapore can survive in this cut-throat world. I don't believe that this is a situation unique to Singapore. I don't believe that people shouldn't go to cities in search of a better life (if it is REALLY a better life that they are getting in return). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is this: What does the state of things tell us about our underlying state of mind/heart? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Are we really willing to give up so much for a perceived material well-being? Is the trade between a peaceful and clear state of mind and job opportunity a fair one? (some might comment that I am assuming that a peaceful setting leads necessarily to clarity of mind. I'm not. But a peaceful setting definitely PROMOTES clarity of thought and to a certain extent a less peaceful setting for a more vibrant society and opportunities IS WORTH IT.) Have we been so blinded by the rapidly changing world that we are oblivious of the constants in life? Are we leading lives of passion and exhuberance or are we merely surviving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We are creatures capable of beautiful thoughts and emotions. We were meant to think about our purpose and not just say that everything is just the way it is so let's live with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;While we can say that we shouldn't forget bread and butter. Passion and love goes a LONG way in allowing us to do what we do MUCH BETTER. We have enough people in the world to do all sorts of things. So why don't we do it happily with passion, love and excitement?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are undoubtedly places in the world where such talk of passion is idealistic and nonsensical. How can you indulge in passion when there is famine? How can you do what you love when you live under an oppressive regime? My experiences in life make me ill-equipped to answer such questions. But perhaps let me hazard a guess at a possible answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Times might be tough for such people. But even then, if they live their lives with hope and passion, would it not be much better? If they maintain a passion for freedom and a love for their fellow man, would they not be capable of magnificent achievements? We have seen this in the recent Arab springs where people, keeping their hopes and desire for a better future alive, carved out a society with their sweat and blood for all their fellow countrymen. To these people, I send my utmost respect. In fact, it is often remarked that it is the people who live in the most dire situations who learn contentment, hope and passion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As for city-folk like me, we have grown obese on our diet of everyday conveniences, basic amenities and continuous sensual stimuli...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-4313632198761416938?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/4313632198761416938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=4313632198761416938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/4313632198761416938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/4313632198761416938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-many-people.html' title='So many people'/><author><name>binghao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176476402871687876</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-33459151.post-1236892297511234761</id><published>2011-10-03T18:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T18:44:03.498+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Not really mentally prepared</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I guess I'm not really mentally prepared to come back to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not that I'm not happy to go back to family. But just not adjusted to the fact that I'll have to go back to the old work environment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-1236892297511234761?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/1236892297511234761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=1236892297511234761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/1236892297511234761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/1236892297511234761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2011/10/not-really-mentally-prepared.html' title='Not really mentally prepared'/><author><name>binghao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176476402871687876</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-33459151.post-3891670681130048041</id><published>2011-08-07T16:40:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T17:25:26.976+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A thing that lives on the top of Mount Everest called Belief</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It seems to me that it's getting so hard to believe in things nowadays....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One reason is there's always an "explanation" or an "answer" to the things that seem amazing. And the "explanations" become the salt to bland chicken or the acid to the akaline; it neutralizes whatever wonder that we may have for the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are of course other causes to this difficulty in belief like the deceptiveness of the world and the mind-numbing variety of sensory stimuli by material things. But let's j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ust focus on the first reason: the neutralization of WONDER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is so hard to impress people nowadays. Smug with "intelligence", wrapped in apathy and numbed by the world, people find it hard to believe in something greater than they or to simply feel amazement in a joyous form. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My question is this: Is it that hard? To believe, to be amazed, to wonder and to be humbled...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The advent of science, like a constantly accelerating locomotive that pushes the world towards the speed of light has given us explanations to many things in everyday life. Why are there clouds in the sky? Why does the sun rise and set? How can we generate electricity using a metal coil and moving magnet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In the process, people just started to think, "That's it! Nothing more than heat causing water molecules to vibrate faster. Once the water molecules are energetic enough, they'll escape from the surface of bulk water. That's boiling water!" Nothing more... That's the attitude that supposedly kills wonder and amazement in this day and age. The world is no longer wonderful and amazing, it's just like any other machine with bits and pieces that "happen" to work together to result in phenomena seen in everyday life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"it's gonna take much more than that to impress me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Often it feels like it would take a feat of Everest-scales to impress and convince.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is my assertion: Although science has provided us with many "explanations", contrary to popular opinion, that does not in any way diminish the wonders of life. ( I know many people will agree with this statement. But it's because it "sounds right". That is not what I want. I'm looking to look at it more closely than that.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To illustrate my point, I'm not going to try to raise every known example. That'd be an impossible task. Not just for me, but for blogspot's server as well. What I'm going to do is to pick an example everyone knows; an example so simple that everyone can experience simply by lifting their heads (and hopefully their hearts) to the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Clouds...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Clouds are essentially congregations of water droplets in the sky. They're white because of the way sun light is scattered off them. Because of their size and the amount of water vapour, light of all frequencies tend to be scattered evenly in any direction. They move around by being pushed around by wind (i.e. moving air). When they get too heavy, there is an avalanche of water from the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is pretty much clouds for you. (I ask the forgiveness from those better informed than I for my description) That's about it as far as their "mechanism" is concerned. However, knowing how they "work" doesn't make them trivial. In fact it makes them all the more amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The fact that such masses of water can be suspended in the air (after all, we now KNOW that they are not fluffy cotton balls but water which is really heavy). The fact that they not just float, but move. The fact that they form part of the Earth's irrigation system; a way of delivering massive amounts of water. The fact that beyond the nuts and bolts of knowledge, they are such beautiful things. The fact that beneath all this there is a governing set of equations based on thermodynamics, mechanics and electrodynamics, concepts which are universal and based on rationality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Isn't it amazing? Something as "commonplace" as clouds can be so complex and can embody beauty and physics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My point is, you don't have to climb Mount Everest to find belief and wonder. It's all around. Just step out of your door and open your hearts and eyes. You'll find amazement everywhere. In the rising and setting of the sun. In the change of the seasons. In boiling water. In birds flying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All you need to do is take a step further from what you think you know. Isn't that amazing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mN6wSBbe7ls/Tj68NnmyMbI/AAAAAAAAAUc/UeOxHql7urI/s400/IMG_3306.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638150725670416818" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-3891670681130048041?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/3891670681130048041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=3891670681130048041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/3891670681130048041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/3891670681130048041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2011/08/thing-that-lives-on-top-of-mount.html' title='A thing that lives on the top of Mount Everest called Belief'/><author><name>binghao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176476402871687876</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/-mN6wSBbe7ls/Tj68NnmyMbI/AAAAAAAAAUc/UeOxHql7urI/s72-c/IMG_3306.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-1959418217984109058</id><published>2011-08-01T02:25:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T02:35:35.520+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to scream out but I can't</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't you just want to scream out at the top of your lungs sometimes? I do. Often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wish I could find a legitimate reason for me to do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Every so often, your mistakes, failures and shortcoming stares you in the face. And all you want to do is to look away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's even worse when this wound is opened up by someone you love. Makes it all the more painful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How did it become that way? I didn't want it... I don't even know whether it was because I can't change for the better or because I don't want to. Maybe it's in me to stay as I am and resist change? I don't know. All I know is that it hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Like C. S. Lewis says, sometimes what makes love so painful is that it points out to you how un-lovable you actually are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wish with all my heart that I can just scream and shout and throw a trantrum like a kid. Then it'll be a new day. But that would not be right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's unjustifiable. Not to me. Not to my loved ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For now, I'll just have to keep it in. To endure it. To stare ugliness back in the face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-1959418217984109058?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/1959418217984109058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=1959418217984109058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/1959418217984109058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/1959418217984109058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-want-to-scream-out-but-i-cant.html' title='I want to scream out but I can&apos;t'/><author><name>binghao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176476402871687876</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-33459151.post-8584662021945930337</id><published>2011-07-21T00:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T00:50:49.400+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Being smart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's nothing to be proud of in being smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What's there to be proud of, if it is something you hadn't worked for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You can be proud of doing something good with your intelligence but certainly not of the intelligence itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No matter how smart you are, there's always someone smarter. In fact, it is often the case that you find out that you are not so clever after all when you sincerely think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-8584662021945930337?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/8584662021945930337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=8584662021945930337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/8584662021945930337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/8584662021945930337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2011/07/being-smart.html' title='Being smart'/><author><name>binghao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176476402871687876</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-33459151.post-5739567441182889109</id><published>2011-07-17T23:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T23:45:09.558+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness Left Behind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;People work for a living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;More than that, people work in pursuit of happiness, for a better future and to achieve self-realisation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So why is it that our lives are increasingly UNhappy, exponentially growing in emptiness (don't know if that phrase makes sense. after all, how can nothing become MORE nothing?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My friend told me that when he was in his home village, every one worked hard. Properly hard manual labour. But every one in the village was like family. Parents stay with their children. If any one in the village needs help, all the members of the community chip in. Most importantly, he was happy then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have we got our sights on the wrong things? Popular sentiments would tell you that we most undoubtedly have. But in my opinion, those protests to a superficial life are superficial themselves at best. How do I know that? I know it because nothing's changing. In fact it's getting worse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It seems to me that people are just trying to feed an insatiable beast with whatever they can get their hands on. If the world truly realizes how futile it is to pursue material "well-being", then surely it must change. Right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wrong. The reason is because it's too comfortable to remain in status quo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know I sound apocalyptic or even detached from the world. I'm not. I just as part of the world as everyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's just that I find myself repeatedly asking this question: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As we leave our homes, our families and our friends in pursuit of our happiness, have we already left our happiness behind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-5739567441182889109?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/5739567441182889109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=5739567441182889109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/5739567441182889109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/5739567441182889109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2011/07/happiness-left-behind.html' title='Happiness Left Behind'/><author><name>binghao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14176476402871687876</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-33459151.post-6730641056108704320</id><published>2009-03-27T22:04:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-27T22:05:40.086Z</updated><title type='text'>A*STAR Interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Shortlisted for an A*STAR interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure hope I get it....&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/33459151-6730641056108704320?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/6730641056108704320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=6730641056108704320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/6730641056108704320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/6730641056108704320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2009/03/astar-interview.html' title='A*STAR Interview'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-7174425561149498173</id><published>2009-03-12T18:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-12T18:50:15.977Z</updated><title type='text'>人生的新阶段即将来临</title><content type='html'>转眼间，三年已逝。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大学生涯很快的就已经告一段落了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这时候，又到了说那句话的时候了。。。 光阴似箭，日月如梭。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;对未来，有些期待，也有些恐惧。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-7174425561149498173?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/7174425561149498173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=7174425561149498173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/7174425561149498173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/7174425561149498173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='人生的新阶段即将来临'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-6917107937639058697</id><published>2008-11-07T23:24:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-07T23:33:22.357Z</updated><title type='text'>Fractals</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I've added a new fractals picture to my title space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought it looks nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, a fractal is a pattern that continuously repeats itself within itself. Interesting isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda make me rethink the way we look at things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps at some point in time we may see things like our lives, the project we have to do, some people, in one way. Perhaps we're just not getting the full point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe beyond what we see and what we are so damn sure that is right, there is more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I just thought that the picture looks nice.&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/33459151-6917107937639058697?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/6917107937639058697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=6917107937639058697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/6917107937639058697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/6917107937639058697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2008/11/fractals.html' title='Fractals'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-595750685601357904</id><published>2008-11-07T22:55:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-07T23:11:47.256Z</updated><title type='text'>烈酒</title><content type='html'>奇怪。为什么每次我有兴致来这写些有的没的都是在我喝酒的时候？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许是因为就能让我打开话匣吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;刚刚喝了2 shots of whiskey。 正要喝the third shot。忽然有些感触。所以就来这儿发发牢骚。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whiskey  是个非常奇妙的东西。当你闻它的时候，它散发着一种甜甜的气味。但你知道它绝不是一盏省油的灯。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喝了第一个shot后， 你会觉得很舒服。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是，当我闻到了第二个shot的时候，我忽然有些犹豫。有一点点的怕。怕醉。怕会吐。怕早上起来会头痛。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然如此，我还是把酒给喝了。 你说人是不是一个自讨没趣的动物？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;明知不可为而为之。有些人会把这种精神称为冒险精神。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在第三个shot正摆在我面前。我知道我一定会把它喝下。 我知道我的酒量没这么差。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;它那辣辣的味道会在我的嘴里徘徊。 热热地感觉会从肚子直冲鼻子留下淡淡的麦香。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;喝了这第三个shot之后会怎么样？我想应该没事吧。就像平常一样。 爬上床睡觉。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-595750685601357904?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/595750685601357904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=595750685601357904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/595750685601357904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/595750685601357904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='烈酒'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-6430484017966039215</id><published>2008-05-03T00:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T00:06:46.351+01:00</updated><title type='text'>《不必在乎我是谁》</title><content type='html'>这首歌经林忆连的演唱感动度很高。听了之后似乎就感受到一个渴望爱情的女人的心境。（千万别误会，我是一个正常的男人。绝对没有那种癖好。）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我覺得有點累　我想我缺少安慰&lt;br /&gt;我的生活如此乏味　生命像花一樣枯萎&lt;br /&gt;我整夜不能睡　可能是因為煙和咖啡&lt;br /&gt;如果是因為沒有人陪　我願意敞開心扉&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;幾次真的想讓自己醉　讓自己遠離那許多恩怨是非&lt;br /&gt;讓隱藏已久的渴望隨風飛　喔～忘了我是誰&lt;br /&gt;女人若沒人愛多可悲　就算是有人聽我的歌會流淚&lt;br /&gt;我還是真的期待有人追　何必在乎我是誰&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想你說的對　寂寞使人憔悴&lt;br /&gt;是寂寞使人心碎　戀愛中的女人纔美&lt;br /&gt;我想我做的對　我想我不會後悔&lt;br /&gt;不管春風怎樣吹　讓我先好好愛一回&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;幾次真的想讓自己醉　讓自己遠離那許多恩怨是非&lt;br /&gt;讓隱藏已久的渴望隨風飛　喔～忘了我是誰&lt;br /&gt;女人若沒人愛多可悲　就算是有人聽我的歌會流淚&lt;br /&gt;我還是真的期待有人追　何必在乎我是誰&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;幾次真的想讓自己醉　讓自己遠離那許多恩怨是非&lt;br /&gt;讓隱藏已久的渴望隨風飛　請你忘了我是誰&lt;br /&gt;女人若沒人愛多可悲　就算是有人聽我的歌會流淚&lt;br /&gt;我還是真的期待有人追　何必在乎我是誰&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想我做的對　我想我不會後悔&lt;br /&gt;不管春風怎樣吹　讓我先好好愛一回&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-6430484017966039215?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/6430484017966039215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=6430484017966039215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/6430484017966039215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/6430484017966039215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_03.html' title='《不必在乎我是谁》'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-8273370039220557320</id><published>2008-05-02T22:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T23:05:31.963+01:00</updated><title type='text'>小时候老师说的话</title><content type='html'>突然有一天脑海里浮现了一句话。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“天苍苍，野茫茫，风吹草低见牛羊”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这是一句不知道为什么会突然蹦出来的一句话。是我以前小学中文老师对我们班说的一句话。那时候是因为他要让我们知道中文的美。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沿着这个方向想，我试着回想一些中文老师说过的一些“名句”。另外还有几句是这样的。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“学如逆水行舟，不进则退。”&lt;br /&gt;“天将降大任于斯人也，必现劳其筋骨，饿其体肤，苦其心智，空乏其身。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到底老师的话，我们现在还记得多少呢？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-8273370039220557320?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/8273370039220557320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=8273370039220557320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/8273370039220557320'/><link rel='self' 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only think about blogging when I'm not very happy and I have something stuck in my chest that I need to get out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;That's one of the purpose of a blog isn't it? To let out frustrations?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But then again a blog is also for a person to share about the things that are going on in his life with family and friends. Good things AND bad things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So I guess I'll have to start putting in more nice stuff that are happening in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Let's start...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I had my grading today. It went well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-7841303228834695098?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/7841303228834695098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=7841303228834695098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/7841303228834695098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/7841303228834695098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-thoughts.html' title='Happy thoughts'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-6067808594884207199</id><published>2008-01-11T23:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-12T00:35:15.833Z</updated><title type='text'>看见别人 看见自己</title><content type='html'>人往往只能看得到别人，但是却看不到自己。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要怎么样才能看到自己呢？真的好难。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看不到自己，人就好像是一匹蒙着眼的马。只会死命地向前冲。只知道自己是对的，而不知道自己的所作所为到底对别人有什么影响。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所谓旁观者清。要看到自己就得变成一个旁观者。但，这可能吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许，这就是看见自己的难处吧。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-6067808594884207199?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/6067808594884207199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=6067808594884207199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/6067808594884207199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/6067808594884207199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='看见别人 看见自己'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-5731249343049588678</id><published>2007-11-24T01:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-24T01:28:40.370Z</updated><title type='text'>风扰夜，月圆独斟</title><content type='html'>好久好久没有喝两杯了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如今天寒地冻，正是喝酒的好时候。三杯下肚，整个人暖烘烘的，格外舒畅。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;差点就忘了这种暖和的感觉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不只是这温暖的感觉，还有一种轻松的感觉。也许是因为酒精的关系罢。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但说到底，毕竟还是美中不足。难以尽如人意。天时和地利都对了，只差人和。只差一个对酒当歌的酒友。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好向往诗中所说的，“一壶浊酒喜相逢，古今多少事，都付笑谈中”和“酒逢知己千杯少”。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-5731249343049588678?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/5731249343049588678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=5731249343049588678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/5731249343049588678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/5731249343049588678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='风扰夜，月圆独斟'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-4819598141562986197</id><published>2007-10-31T20:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-31T20:23:00.469Z</updated><title type='text'>字不醉人，人自醉 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;天长地久有时尽&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;唯有相思无尽处&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-4819598141562986197?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/4819598141562986197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=4819598141562986197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/4819598141562986197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/4819598141562986197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/10/15.html' title='字不醉人，人自醉 15'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-1044764867358609404</id><published>2007-10-22T23:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T23:42:07.081+01:00</updated><title type='text'>孤独</title><content type='html'>孤独是什么？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是身边没有另一个人？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还是心中没有另一个人？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许两者都是罢。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-1044764867358609404?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-2895048723162087279</id><published>2007-10-21T21:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T22:13:35.978+01:00</updated><title type='text'>独自。伦敦 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;回到了离开了三个月的地方。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;心头滋味不知是甜是苦。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;天转凉了，心也跟着冷了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没有她在身边搓暖冰冷的手心。&lt;br /&gt;没有她在身边提供欢笑与温馨。&lt;br /&gt;景物有些变了。&lt;br /&gt;茫茫前途无穷尽。&lt;br /&gt;唯一能看到的是远在三年后的时光。&lt;br /&gt;怎么会这样？&lt;br /&gt;这么遥远的，却如此清晰。&lt;br /&gt;仿佛已经变成了现实。&lt;br /&gt;脑海里的“现实”。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不后悔，决不后悔。&lt;br /&gt;天意如此，无可厚非。&lt;br /&gt;如果因为眼前的艰难而放弃的话，那实在是太笨了。&lt;br /&gt;简直都是笨得可笑。&lt;br /&gt;难道放弃了会更好吗？&lt;br /&gt;绝对不会。&lt;br /&gt;难道被分享过的人生还会想回到过去吗？&lt;br /&gt;绝对不会。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;独自。伦敦？&lt;br /&gt;也许吧。。。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-2895048723162087279?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/2895048723162087279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=2895048723162087279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/2895048723162087279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/2895048723162087279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/10/3.html' title='独自。伦敦 3'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-6597820617870235429</id><published>2007-10-17T14:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T14:29:01.266+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Neglected...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;No, I don't mean that I am neglected. I mean this blog is neglected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, haven't really had the time since I got back to UK. Had to settle my housing and studies. Also, have to learn to adjust to life without &lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt;, for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, just to say hi once in a while. Typing this in the com lab of my school, so don't really feel inspired to write. Haha! Say until like I &lt;em&gt;beri de zai&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Till the next time people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-6597820617870235429?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/6597820617870235429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=6597820617870235429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/6597820617870235429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/6597820617870235429'/><link rel='alternate' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-4434890814808778391</id><published>2007-09-24T17:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T17:53:00.397+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Up to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When women say "up to you", they mean "up to you" if what you think is in line with what they want....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-4434890814808778391?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/4434890814808778391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=4434890814808778391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/4434890814808778391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/4434890814808778391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/09/up-to-you.html' title='Up to you'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-5011102186870025841</id><published>2007-09-18T17:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T18:53:14.697+01:00</updated><title type='text'>不值得</title><content type='html'>晚上十一点。&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;CCK车站。宁静的夜晚被巴士的引擎声和行人的脚步声滋扰。刚刚跟&lt;strong&gt;她&lt;/strong&gt;共进晚餐。Roof Terrace 的东西实在是不错。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;其实，到底是东西真的好吃还是因为&lt;strong&gt;她&lt;/strong&gt;我不晓得。不重要。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;在等307的时候，IPod正好放着梦飞船的《不值得》。听着听着，忽然有些感触。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;到底一段真挚的感情，值得你付出多少？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;如果说心爱的人是你人生的另一半，那你心爱的人就是至关重要的。那么为了一个极重要的人，你又愿意付出多大的代价呢？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;很多时候，我们是否为了一些我们自以为“更重要”的事而放弃或冷落的眼前人？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;工作？朋友？“没时间”？还没“玩”够？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;当然，我不是说为了另一半而放下一切，什么都不做。这是不可能的。我只是说，有时候觉得有更重要的事的时候，也许应该三思而后行。或许想了一想，“重要”的事会变得没那么重要。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;那么，又如何知道什么事重要，什么事不重要？我想每个人心里的那把尺都不一样。衡量轻重全靠各人。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;但千万不要为了无聊的原因而错失眼前人。这才叫不值得。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-5011102186870025841?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/5011102186870025841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=5011102186870025841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/5011102186870025841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/5011102186870025841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='不值得'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-6125814673320356325</id><published>2007-09-07T08:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T08:36:17.830+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Never perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Life is never perfect is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Just when you feel that things are going well, you fail to notice what goes on beneath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Your eyes are just clouded by superficial happiness and you can't see the struggles that are going on, even if they are right in front of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Or maybe it's a refusal to acknowledge that things are not as rosy as they seem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The "upbeat and optimistic" way of looking at this is to treat it as a lesson, an opportunity to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Easier said than done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When you've realised how terribly you've failed, is it still easy for you to pick yourself up? I guess not. I know now because I have failed YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There's only one way out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-6125814673320356325?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/6125814673320356325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=6125814673320356325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/6125814673320356325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/6125814673320356325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/09/never-perfect.html' title='Never perfect'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-3912416649538839741</id><published>2007-09-07T03:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T03:45:23.300+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm done!!!!!!!! Roar!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today I finish my student attachment at IHPC!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Was supposed to end on the 21st September 2007. But then I finished my report early so i figured that i shouldn't be wasting ASTAR's resources. Hence I decided to leave early! haha! sound very righteous hor? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Actually, it's just that I don't want to get up so early anymore! haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I would have stayed till the end of my original attachment deadline. However, when I asked my supervisor whether he had anything more for me to do, he said no. So o well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I mean there's no point in me going to office everyday to do nothing. I've go better things to do and time that is better spent with family, gf and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Really surprised at how well things went when I said I wanted to terminate my attachment early. My supervisor just gave his consent and the nice HR lady, Janice, was also very helpful and accomodating. This all happened today. No prior notice. Unbelievable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now at least I get to enjoy abit of my summer holiday. If I had ended on the 21st Sept, I would effectively only have 2weeks of summer holidays (out of 3 whole months). I came back on the 25th June, started work on 2nd July and I'm leaving on the 29th Sept. Not gonna cut my summer so short again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Time to enjoy the rest of my holidays....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-3912416649538839741?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/3912416649538839741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=3912416649538839741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/3912416649538839741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/3912416649538839741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-done-roar.html' title='I&apos;m done!!!!!!!! Roar!!!'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-3961613234560276079</id><published>2007-09-04T04:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T04:21:22.941+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Last stretch....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Approaching the finishing phases of my internship at ASTAR, IHPC. Don't know whether to be happy or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;On one hand, I'm happy that I'm finally gonna get some summer holidays, even though it's like almost autumn already. I stupidly reduced my summer hols to effectively 2 weeks. Never gonna do that again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Also, I did learn alot during this internship. Added a lot of breath the what I am studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;On the other hand, the end of my internship means that the day I'll be returning to UK is drawing near. Which means I'll be leaving HER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Seems like more reason to be sad than happy man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-3961613234560276079?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/3961613234560276079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=3961613234560276079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/3961613234560276079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/3961613234560276079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/09/last-stretch.html' title='Last stretch....'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-5359187975736440721</id><published>2007-08-30T02:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T02:59:44.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Come to think of it, I haven't met up with my good friends for a few weeks already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The group of six... (come on, you know that you guys will ALWAYS be on my list)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The medics trio (yeap, CL and YS, you too you too.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The dancers (how can I forget)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Gonna try to find them all before I leave....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-5359187975736440721?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/5359187975736440721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=5359187975736440721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/5359187975736440721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/5359187975736440721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/08/good-friends.html' title='Good Friends'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-5815636739127065511</id><published>2007-08-30T02:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T02:52:03.984+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving on a Jet Plane</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just heard this song called &lt;em&gt;Leaving on a Jet Plane. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Don't know who sang it. Don't know when it was from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But the lyrics just fits my current situation perfectly. (strange how I keep finding songs that describes my circumstances lately)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For those who are leaving Singapore for a foreign country, leaving your loved ones (especially your &lt;em&gt;other half&lt;/em&gt;, the special him or her) behind, I'm sure you will totally identify yourselves with this song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When I heard it, I just felt as if I was singing the song myself. For in 1 month's time, I'll be leaving without &lt;strong&gt;HER&lt;/strong&gt;. Even now, I can feel the torn feeling of having my heart in one place and body in another, transcending through time from the future to this very moment when I am typing this entry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;As she says so very often, "o well..." It's a path I chose. It's a decision I won't regret. There's no way I'll pass her up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-5815636739127065511?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/5815636739127065511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=5815636739127065511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/5815636739127065511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/5815636739127065511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/08/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='Leaving on a Jet Plane'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-8290482976606055111</id><published>2007-08-23T10:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T10:16:27.508+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Definition of "Blubber"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Was Googling the word "Blubber".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Expected a whole bunch of cute stuff to come up. Well, let's just say things didn't go as planned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Blubber is a thick layer of vascularized fat found under the skin of all cetaceans, pinnipeds and sirenians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~from wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I mean if it were something more normal I wouldn't have been too surprised. But it had to be some fatty tissue on some unknown deep sea shell like life-form unknown to much of mankind. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Don't be too sad dear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-8290482976606055111?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/8290482976606055111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=8290482976606055111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/8290482976606055111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/8290482976606055111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/08/definition-of-blubber.html' title='Definition of &quot;Blubber&quot;'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-4542437643650770177</id><published>2007-08-23T07:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T07:48:27.074+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Presence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's amazing how the presence of another person can do such wonders. Just being physically present. Doesn't matter what she's doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;As you can probably see in my previous post, I wasn't in a good mood. That's what it says literally in that post. I was being plagued by minor problems or anticipation of future problems. All of which I have blown out of proportion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then I went out to lunch with her. And some of her old friends. It was nice. Just a normal lunch. Nothing extraordinary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In fact, we didn't get to talk as much as we usually do during lunch because conversation time was shared between four of us now. Don't get me wrong. I enjoyed the gathering. Her friends were nice people. I'm just speaking matter-of-fact-ly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But somehow I just feel relieved of my burdens. Simply being around her makes me feel better. Strange isn't it? Even without doing anything much. Without any form of verbal consolation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I was able to calm down and look at things differently. Put things into perspective. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She's really a gift to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thanks Joanne...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-4542437643650770177?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/4542437643650770177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=4542437643650770177' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/4542437643650770177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/4542437643650770177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/08/presence.html' title='Presence'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-5914120632641221568</id><published>2007-08-23T03:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T03:19:01.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm feeling really bad right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-5914120632641221568?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/5914120632641221568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=5914120632641221568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/5914120632641221568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/5914120632641221568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-feeling-really-bad-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-2050982740144818111</id><published>2007-08-15T09:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T09:53:00.762+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Never knew letters were such powerful things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well now I know... (one times jialat jialat ah!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-2050982740144818111?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/2050982740144818111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=2050982740144818111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/2050982740144818111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/2050982740144818111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/08/letters.html' title='Letters'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-5226092787738692230</id><published>2007-08-14T06:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T07:03:35.563+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever had a fear that strikes so suddenly that you don't even have time to react?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Have you ever had a fear so strong that it weighs you down so dreadfully?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Have you ever had a fear that strikes not at the head, not at the body but straight at the heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If the answer is yes, what do you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If the answer is yes, what is your bottomline?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If the answer is yes, what is the one single thing that will sweep all of that away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-5226092787738692230?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/5226092787738692230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=5226092787738692230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/5226092787738692230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/5226092787738692230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/08/have-you-ever-had-fear-that-strikes-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-5105571110743111835</id><published>2007-08-13T18:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T18:23:43.245+01:00</updated><title type='text'>人生重大的一步</title><content type='html'>昨天，我跨出了人生中重大的一步。 我想也是时候了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我既然能踏出这一步，就不会想要回头。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽然至今还是有点忐忑不安。虽然走进了完全陌生的世界。我坚信我没做错。只要玲玲在我身边支持我，我相信我一定能义无反顾的走下去。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-5105571110743111835?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/5105571110743111835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=5105571110743111835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/5105571110743111835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/5105571110743111835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='人生重大的一步'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-1847748468982137726</id><published>2007-08-13T17:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T18:09:07.028+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aerosmith "I don't want to miss a thing"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know that this is an old song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But the lyrics are just so nice aren't they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I especially like the verses. (i.e. the "non-chorus". Sorry, my english not good enough)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I could stay awake just to hear you breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Watch you smile while you are sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;While you're far away and dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I could spend my life in this sweet surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I could stay lost in this moment forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't want to close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't want to fall asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause I'd miss you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I don't want to miss a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause even when I dream of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The sweetest dream will never do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd still miss you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I don't want to miss a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lying close to you feeling your heart beating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'm wondering what you're dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wondering if it's me you're seeing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then I kiss your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And thank God we're together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just want to stay with you in this moment forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Forever and ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't want to close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't want to fall asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause I'd miss you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I don't want to miss a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause even when I dream of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The sweetest dream will never do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd still miss you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I don't want to miss a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't want to miss one smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't want to miss one kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just want to be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Right here with you, just like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just want to hold you close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Feel your heart so close to mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And just stay here in this moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;For all the rest of time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah yeah yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't want to close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't want to fall asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause I'd miss you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I don't want to miss a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause even when I dream of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The sweetest dream will never do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd still miss you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I don't want to miss a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I Don't want to close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't want to fall asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause I'd miss you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I don't want to miss a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause even when I dream of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;the sweetest dream will never do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd still miss you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I don't want to miss a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't want to close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't want to fall asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I don't want to miss a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I guess the lyrics just describe how I feel now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-1847748468982137726?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/1847748468982137726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=1847748468982137726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/1847748468982137726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/1847748468982137726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/08/aerosmith-i-dont-want-to-miss-thing.html' title='Aerosmith &quot;I don&apos;t want to miss a thing&quot;'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-3867944647716606063</id><published>2007-08-13T17:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T17:58:48.935+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwed upside down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just to update you guys on what's happening in my life recently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Other than giving my time to Joanne, my family and my research internship at ASTAR, I've also been busy looking for a place to live in London for the next academic year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The initial idea was to form a household of five guys. (we are not gays!) This was the idea from a few months ago. In this group, there are 3 Singaporeans, 1 Hong Konger and 1 French. The French will be staying in UK so he will look for a place while all of us were back in our home countries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, what happened is that 1 of the Singaporean decides to pull out last minute. I will not elaborate further on the details of the event. The consequences are that now, the remaining 4 of us are in a MAD SCRAMBLE to try and find a place to live. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Can't believe the 4 of us were actually screwed upside down by this 1 guy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-3867944647716606063?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/3867944647716606063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=3867944647716606063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/3867944647716606063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/3867944647716606063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/08/screwed-upside-down.html' title='Screwed upside down'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-1830418243591627776</id><published>2007-08-13T17:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T17:45:11.637+01:00</updated><title type='text'>So what....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haven't blogged in a long time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-1830418243591627776?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/1830418243591627776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=1830418243591627776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/1830418243591627776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/1830418243591627776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-what.html' title='So what....'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-140268531521044461</id><published>2007-07-31T15:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T15:31:58.883+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply wonderful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This year's birthday is the best I've had in my 22 years on Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's simply wonderful. Much much more than I could have ever imagined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thank you Joanne for making all this happen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-140268531521044461?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/140268531521044461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=140268531521044461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/140268531521044461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/140268531521044461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/07/simply-wonderful.html' title='Simply wonderful...'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-6719470165811625778</id><published>2007-07-20T09:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T09:44:16.200+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Something, somewhere, went terribly wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RqB1kBtPujI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1XV6ftbSo7I/s1600-h/devolution.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089196840722610738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RqB1kBtPujI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1XV6ftbSo7I/s400/devolution.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just love this picture! What a way to put things into perspective...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kinda reflects my current circumstances as well. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-6719470165811625778?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/6719470165811625778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=6719470165811625778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/6719470165811625778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/6719470165811625778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/07/something-somewhere-went-terribly-wrong.html' title='Something, somewhere, went terribly wrong'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RqB1kBtPujI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1XV6ftbSo7I/s72-c/devolution.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-1848430383152538725</id><published>2007-07-17T16:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T16:25:31.628+01:00</updated><title type='text'>For the sake of it....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s1600-h/P1020140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088187227055307298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-1848430383152538725?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/1848430383152538725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=1848430383152538725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/1848430383152538725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/1848430383152538725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/07/for-sake-of-it.html' title='For the sake of it....'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s72-c/P1020140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-7736933046018841466</id><published>2007-07-16T15:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T15:54:37.428+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Research Internship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have recently started a research internship at ASTAR's Institute of High Performance Computing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Found it quite challenging. Realised that research is not as I think it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's not like a lab script where you just follow instructions and take the prescribed readings. Gotta stretch myself quite abit to get things going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;First, got to learn how to use UNIX and the program DDSCAT 6.1. Then got to learn the physics behind my project. Lastly, during the project itself, got to figure out how to solve problems and what values to extract meaning from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Really quite enjoying myself now. Feel as if I'm making full use of my time and learning and doing as much as I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Of course, things weren't always smooth sailing. Initially, I was quite overwhelmed by the steep learning curve. Luckily Joanne (just realised that this is the first time I mentioned her explicitly in my blog. tsk tsk... lousy boyfriend) was here to provided ample care and support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway things are going pretty ok now. Just hope that they continue to be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-7736933046018841466?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/7736933046018841466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=7736933046018841466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/7736933046018841466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/7736933046018841466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/07/research-internship.html' title='Research Internship'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-5696925152324710055</id><published>2007-07-16T14:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T15:26:29.004+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything la....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ever had someone tell that you don't have an opinion of your own when you say, "Anything la."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Do you agree with them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well I don't. Not always anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Anything" means that under the given circumstances, the choices available don't make much of a difference. Not just not much of a difference in terms of the initial and final state of affairs; but in terms of means as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I mean, at least you know that, in your best judgement, all the choices don't really make a difference. And you can live with making any of the choices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Of course I understand how the image of not having your own opinion comes about. That occurs when you say "anything la" when you just want to follow other people's ideas. There is a very very subtle difference to such a mindset that makes a world of a difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-5696925152324710055?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/5696925152324710055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=5696925152324710055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/5696925152324710055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/5696925152324710055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/07/anything-la.html' title='Anything la....'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-3526771280761064163</id><published>2007-07-16T14:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T14:53:36.019+01:00</updated><title type='text'>至理名言 24</title><content type='html'>紧握的拳头，是掌握不了任何东西的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;摊开的手掌，同样的，也留不住任何事物。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-3526771280761064163?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/3526771280761064163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=3526771280761064163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/3526771280761064163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/3526771280761064163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/07/24.html' title='至理名言 24'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-2188728387866143002</id><published>2007-07-01T14:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T14:43:20.350+01:00</updated><title type='text'>等待</title><content type='html'>等待，原来是很艰辛的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一种前途渺茫的感觉。一种身不由己的感觉。 一种逆水行舟的感觉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到底等待到最后，会不会有圆满的结局？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;难道放弃吗？不战而败吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;疑问再多，也不过是一些看不到摸不着的东西。为了这些镜花水月，有可能发生，有可能不发生的东西而放弃眼前实实在在的幸福，值得吗?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不值得。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这也许是上天给我的考验吧。毕竟好的东西是值得等待的。既然如此，就只好顺应天明了。君子知命，但不畏命。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果一切最终不如预期那样，那至少我也能无怨无悔。当然，在那之前，我只能抱着信心和希望勇往直前。将来的事，谁都不知道。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;希望在我有所动摇时，我能牢记今天所写的。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我一定会耐心的等待。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-2188728387866143002?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/2188728387866143002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=2188728387866143002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/2188728387866143002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/2188728387866143002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='等待'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-6792273721499509537</id><published>2007-06-26T11:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T12:23:12.231+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Science</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Went to Grenoble (France) and Geneva (Switzerland) recently. From 18th to 22nd June to be exact. The trip is organised by the Institute of Physics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In France, we went to the I'LL, ESRF and CNRS. We saw cutting edge technology like superconducting magnets, high tech cooling (to a few milli Kelvins!), magnetic imaging technology and several other experiments involving crystal growing, X-rays and neutron beams. We also visited a synchrotron (800+ metres in circumference!). Basically, the sychrotron accelerates electrons to high velocities and makes use of the X-rays generated by the centripetal acceleration of the electrons to do experiments. However, what I think is the most impressive part of the France visit is the visit to the I'LL. At the I'LL, we literally went to a nuclear reactor (57MW!). I mean, how many times do u get to visit a nuclear plant in your whole life? According to the scientists there, the reactor actually heats up a nearby river by 1 degree celcius!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In Switzerland, we went to the world famous CERN. There we visited the soon-to-be operational LHC. At 27 km in circumference, it is impressive. Though you don't see it physically since it is mostly underground. We saw things like 15m tall electromagnets fited with muon detectors, lead-perspex crystals and a whole load of high tech stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;With each visit to the research institutes, there is a talk and a professional scientist leading a small group around. My impression was that the research institutes were very interested in letting people know about their work and the scientists are very patient in explaining their work to layman like us. It was very good. In a way, it also reaffirmed my determination to do Physics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-6792273721499509537?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/6792273721499509537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=6792273721499509537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/6792273721499509537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/6792273721499509537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/06/big-science.html' title='Big Science'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-138603652461294868</id><published>2007-06-07T16:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T17:01:38.511+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Safe in a crazy world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't know why. But I always feel very comforted when I listen to Corrine May's "Safe in a crazy world"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"You keep my flying, you keep me smiling, you keep me safe in a crazy world"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's her voice. It's the words. Perhaps, more than anything, it's me. Not "me" as in "I make the song nice" but "me" as in "the song is just right for ME". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I feel that it is a very soothing, gentle and warm song. Close your eyes and listen to this song, it's as if the troubles of the world are shut out and you are, as the title suggests, safe in a crazy world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Just comforting to know that there is solace in a song like this whenever you need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"...you understand me, embrace my fragility, you keep me safe in a crazy world..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-138603652461294868?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/138603652461294868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=138603652461294868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/138603652461294868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/138603652461294868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/06/safe-in-crazy-world.html' title='Safe in a crazy world'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-1761603373110156493</id><published>2007-06-06T23:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T23:14:29.001+01:00</updated><title type='text'>至理名言 23</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;受人滴水之恩，当以涌泉相报。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-1761603373110156493?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/1761603373110156493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=1761603373110156493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/1761603373110156493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/1761603373110156493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/06/23.html' title='至理名言 23'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-3077602402789873473</id><published>2007-06-06T23:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T23:12:58.094+01:00</updated><title type='text'>至理名言 22</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;人，在任何情况之下，都得尽力的活。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-3077602402789873473?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/3077602402789873473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;学如逆水行舟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;不进，则退！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-2786081691058722106?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/2786081691058722106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=2786081691058722106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/2786081691058722106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/2786081691058722106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/06/21_06.html' title='至理名言 21'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-6965198462296661185</id><published>2007-06-06T23:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T23:11:05.897+01:00</updated><title type='text'>至理名言 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;学如逆水行舟&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;不进，则退！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-6965198462296661185?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/6965198462296661185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=6965198462296661185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/6965198462296661185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/6965198462296661185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/06/21.html' title='至理名言 21'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-6968126416898021682</id><published>2007-06-06T23:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T23:09:15.312+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon... soon....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Only 1 more paper left.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's the paper I dread most. Mathematical analysis. Whole bunch of pure maths. Damn xiong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But never mind. Just hang on. Hang on a little longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-6968126416898021682?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/6968126416898021682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=6968126416898021682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/6968126416898021682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/6968126416898021682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/06/soon-soon.html' title='Soon... soon....'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-7891399209210226591</id><published>2007-06-05T19:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T19:45:55.896+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Going home....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In a couple of weeks, I'll be heading home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Excited, generally speaking. Really looking forward to see my family and friends. Go out partying all night with my 5 other best friends. Do the things I used to do. Play cheap pool. Most of all, feel at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But then I know, at the end of my holiday I'll have to head back to UK. Don't get me wrong. I don't dread the UK at all. In fact, I feel that coming to UK to study is an experience of a lifetime. I love the independent lifestyle, the feeling of being in Europe and studying in Imperial (it's really a good school IMO).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's just that, I'll be heading back to UK without a very very important person...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What will life be like then? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The road that lies ahead is tough no doubt. But that's the only route I have. There's no other way out. Whatever it is, I'll walk this path to the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-7891399209210226591?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/7891399209210226591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=7891399209210226591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/7891399209210226591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/7891399209210226591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/06/going-home.html' title='Going home....'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-1113187256136090025</id><published>2007-05-29T20:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T20:11:34.342+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't it supposed to be summer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If it is, then why is it still so cold?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-1113187256136090025?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/1113187256136090025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=1113187256136090025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/1113187256136090025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/1113187256136090025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/05/isnt-it-supposed-to-be-summer.html' title='Isn&apos;t it supposed to be summer?'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-6602558700487425217</id><published>2007-05-19T16:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T16:49:16.129+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How are things coming along?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wonder how my friends are doing back in Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Going back soon. Really really looking forward to seeing them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then can go and do all the things that we used to do. Can go and eat all the things that I used to eat. Can see all the people I used to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Things aren't going to be exactly the same. I know that. But then again, who wants things to be the same? Change makes life exciting. Change is inevitable. Afterall, we all have our own paths to take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;However, there is something that I believe in. I believe that there is an invisible thread that links us together no matter where we are. People change, that's right. But at our core, we still relate to one another and our past can never be erased. It's really comforting to know that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-6602558700487425217?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/6602558700487425217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=6602558700487425217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/6602558700487425217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/6602558700487425217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-are-things-coming-along.html' title='How are things coming along?'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-3688078907605017952</id><published>2007-05-17T20:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T20:53:42.814+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Non-Newtonian Fluids</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is the topic of my presentation today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Went really well. Despite the fact that I spent only 1 hour on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Prof New and the other guys were really impressed by the &lt;em&gt;oobleck&lt;/em&gt; I turned up with. Had a few of them come up to me saying that my presentation was pretty good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So quite happy about that. At least something happy amidst the studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-3688078907605017952?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/3688078907605017952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=3688078907605017952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/3688078907605017952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/3688078907605017952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/05/non-newtonian-fluids.html' title='Non-Newtonian Fluids'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-3955911366035330885</id><published>2007-05-15T22:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T00:18:35.422+01:00</updated><title type='text'>小楼一夜听风雨</title><content type='html'>其实标题我是乱写的。只是因为还不懂要写什么，又想起最近老是下雨，所以就想了这个标题。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说到下雨，最近还真是乌云密布，雨天连连。都已经到了春末了，下起雨的时候马上又回到了冬天。冷风透骨，暗无天日。阴霾的天气似乎也感染了心情。但是我的心还是暖的。只因。。。哈哈！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回想起这一个月所发生的事。我想只能用“峰回路转”，“人算不如天算”和“苦尽甘来”来形容。从来都没有经历过这么出乎意料的转变沉浮。也许这就是命吧！一切早有主宰。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天。不知为什么，总觉得力不从心，提不起劲。还好有美酒相伴。总算不孤单。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;说到酒就让我想起一句诗。“一壶浊酒喜相逢。古今多少事，都付笑谈中。”人生能够如斯，夫复何求。何等豪迈，何等豁达。人能够做到如此放开怀抱还真是不容易。人生能够找到一个能够和自己把酒言欢的知己更是难上加难。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;啊。。。 一股暖流已经缓缓的从肚子流向身体的每一个部位了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;雨，停了&lt;br /&gt;风，停了&lt;br /&gt;人，也停了&lt;br /&gt;停在房里&lt;br /&gt;停在时间与空间之间&lt;br /&gt;停在了一个无人的地方&lt;br /&gt;四壁围绕&lt;br /&gt;空旷无际&lt;br /&gt;心，在何处？&lt;br /&gt;神，在何处？&lt;br /&gt;你可知？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;放心，我没醉。（真奇怪，醉的人老是说自己没醉。）&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-3955911366035330885?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/3955911366035330885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=3955911366035330885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/3955911366035330885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/3955911366035330885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='小楼一夜听风雨'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-2862051012802537669</id><published>2007-05-03T21:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T21:14:48.832+01:00</updated><title type='text'>字不醉人，人自醉 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;纤云弄巧 飞星传恨  银汉迢迢暗度&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;金风玉露一相逢 便胜却人间无数&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;柔情似水 佳期如梦 忍顾鹊桥归路&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;两情若是长久时 又岂在朝朝暮暮&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~秦观《鹊桥仙》&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-2862051012802537669?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/2862051012802537669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=2862051012802537669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/2862051012802537669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/2862051012802537669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/05/14.html' title='字不醉人，人自醉 14'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-9149399684471646033</id><published>2007-05-03T21:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T21:10:15.414+01:00</updated><title type='text'>字不醉人，人自醉 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;力拔山兮气盖世&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;时不利兮骓不逝&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;骓不逝兮可奈何&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;虞兮虞兮奈若何&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~~项羽《垓下歌》&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-9149399684471646033?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/9149399684471646033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=9149399684471646033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/9149399684471646033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/9149399684471646033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/05/13.html' title='字不醉人，人自醉 13'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-6330166693675504613</id><published>2007-04-17T10:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T10:40:56.764+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I just love this photo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RiSWEF9DaGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YWuPRziecXs/s1600-h/P1010862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054329678878435426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RiSWEF9DaGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YWuPRziecXs/s400/P1010862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-6330166693675504613?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/6330166693675504613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=6330166693675504613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/6330166693675504613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/6330166693675504613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-just-love-this-photo.html' title='I just love this photo...'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RiSWEF9DaGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YWuPRziecXs/s72-c/P1010862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-1961389616324283485</id><published>2007-04-16T13:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T13:47:26.470+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead beat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Went to the regional Shorinji Kempo training seminar yesterday. It's the first time it's been held in London. Venue was Wilson House, St. Mary Recreation Centre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;First of all, I was the only white belt there. Felt slightly out of place. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Second, got to see the super senior guys of UK Shorinji Kempo. There was the head of the UK Shorinji Kempo branch, Mizuno Sensei. A very friendly man. Almost couldn't believe that he's an 8th dan. Then there was a 7th dan sensei, I believe his name is Mahara Sensei. A very nice man as well. The other black belt instructors there were also very nice and helpful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Learnt quite a bit. Enjoyed it quite a bit as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We were mainly doing some grabbing and release techniques. Getting our fundamentals right. Got to see the black belts do their stuff as well. Pretty impressive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I was grabbing the other person's hand so much during the training that my forearms felt as if they had just gone through some super intensive workout program. As usual, got my hands twisted left right centre. But I was well compensated by twisting my opponent's hand left right centre as well. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;By the time I got home, I was so tired that I can't move. I guess it's not totally because of the training that I am this tired. I think the soccer the previous day played a part as well. Nonetheless it's all good fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-1961389616324283485?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/1961389616324283485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=1961389616324283485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/1961389616324283485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/1961389616324283485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/04/dead-beat.html' title='Dead beat'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-8983008521171542396</id><published>2007-04-16T00:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T00:47:16.394+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My drinking equipment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RiK5OF9DaFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/S56nYXsOO1E/s1600-h/P1010924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053805383630678098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RiK5OF9DaFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/S56nYXsOO1E/s400/P1010924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I kid you not. That's a Johnny Walker Green Label (15 y.o). Next to it are my shot glasses. My favourite one is the one I bought in Paris (extreme left).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-8983008521171542396?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/8983008521171542396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=8983008521171542396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/8983008521171542396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/8983008521171542396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-drinking-equipment.html' title='My drinking equipment'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RiK5OF9DaFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/S56nYXsOO1E/s72-c/P1010924.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-3132497876165655074</id><published>2007-04-15T13:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T13:12:11.888+01:00</updated><title type='text'>至理名言 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;守得云开见月明&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-3132497876165655074?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/3132497876165655074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=3132497876165655074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/3132497876165655074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/3132497876165655074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/04/20.html' title='至理名言 20'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-4415763775696185848</id><published>2007-04-15T09:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T09:37:14.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>至理名言 19</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;人，总得懂得自救&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-4415763775696185848?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/4415763775696185848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=4415763775696185848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/4415763775696185848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/4415763775696185848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/04/19.html' title='至理名言 19'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-7426583831026349654</id><published>2007-04-14T01:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T15:13:45.405+01:00</updated><title type='text'>大道。小道。</title><content type='html'>人生的路到底是宽还是窄？每个人的路都一般宽吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我觉得问题不应该是路的宽窄。因为这没得选。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我觉得更重要的是自己怎样看待自己的路。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你把自己当成一切的中心，把自己看得很大，很重要，那你的路将会很窄。因为这一切都是相对的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你把自己看得太渺小，那你的路将会无限宽。但是这样的话，你将永远看不到终点。人生将会很漫长。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你走在这条路的边缘，那你很容易就会失足。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我认为很多事情都是相对的。要如何衡量轻重，诠释自己生命中的角色就得看你是走在大道上还是小道上了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-7426583831026349654?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/7426583831026349654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=7426583831026349654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/7426583831026349654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/7426583831026349654'/><link 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Think again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-5015053038821821383?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/5015053038821821383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=5015053038821821383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/5015053038821821383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/5015053038821821383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/04/theres-always-more-to-learn.html' title='There&apos;s always more to learn'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-4576811152802213074</id><published>2007-04-14T01:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T01:28:32.292+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless in Seattle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Watched Sleepless in Seattle. Classic film. Very captivating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's just a simple film. Not one of those films nowadays which keep u at the edge of your seat or something. But the idea is not simple at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Or rather should I say, the idea is so simple that people can't bring themselves to believe in it anymore. The idea is so fundamental people just don't remember that it is there anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love is not something to be attached with material considerations. The line is just not that clear anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There is no opportunity cost to love. Because there is no next best alternative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Complete your life with your own hands. Waiting is not an option.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Open your heart to what life has to offer. You never know. The person you are destined to be with may just be around the corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well that's just a few things i thought the movie was trying to tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks make a great duo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Overall it's a very heart warming and gratifying movie. Go watch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-4576811152802213074?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/4576811152802213074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=4576811152802213074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/4576811152802213074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/4576811152802213074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/04/sleepless-in-seattle.html' title='Sleepless in Seattle'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-6835534746984627802</id><published>2007-04-14T01:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T01:16:50.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'>字不醉人，人自醉 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;落花有意，流水无情&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-6835534746984627802?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/6835534746984627802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=6835534746984627802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/6835534746984627802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/6835534746984627802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/04/12.html' title='字不醉人，人自醉 12'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-3359430290434700505</id><published>2007-04-12T09:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T09:51:04.370+01:00</updated><title type='text'>虚度光阴</title><content type='html'>我最怕明天一觉醒来的时候我已走到了生命的尽头。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-3359430290434700505?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/3359430290434700505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=3359430290434700505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/3359430290434700505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/3359430290434700505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post_12.html' title='虚度光阴'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-3452184340331251739</id><published>2007-04-10T01:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T09:40:20.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'>《用尽一生的爱》</title><content type='html'>现在正在听张克帆的《用尽一生的爱》。感触良多。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还是以前的歌词比较有意义。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这首歌是诉说着一种放手一博，让人生不留下任何遗憾的精神。我很敬佩作词人豁达的胸襟。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“用尽一生的爱之为了换来释放后的自由。我爱过哭过痛过笑过这一生就以足够。”说得没错。人，只能活一次。有什么比无怨无悔，无憾无忧更重要？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但要真正做到又谈何容易。当面临抉择时，内心的挣扎排山倒海的压到，又有多少人能提起足够的勇气呢？我们往往都知道对的路该怎么走。但是我们不一定会朝那个方向走下去。因为实在是太难了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当你的选择让你面对失去的可能时，你会怎么做呢？是勇敢去拼？用尽一生的爱去换来一段轰轰烈烈的回忆？还是告诉自己用理智来解决？告诉自己，既然没可能就不要去做？我想，这其中应该没有对或错吧。如果有的话，我肯定不知道答案。选择在于自己。到底要如何过这一辈子的权力操纵在自己手里。如果你愿意放手一博的话，你将会面对失去的可能。如果你选择被动的话，就得看你是怎样的一个人了。如果你能往好的方面想的话，你能对自己说：“幸亏我那时没这样做，否则结果会更糟." 如果你不能的话，你这一辈子将背着错失的遗憾。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我个人是会倾向放手一博的决定。而我也做出了我的抉择。问题是，我到底能不能继续走下去。我希望我可以。当然，我也不是一直以来都会选择冒险。以后也不是每件事都回去拼。中庸之道嘛。但我希望在重要的事情上，我能以积极的态度继续往前走。就这样。我想我是一个比较不能面对错失的可能的人吧。我也不清楚。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这首歌里面还有一段歌词在我心里引起了共鸣。“岁月的风抚平成长得痛”。它不禁让我想起一句话：“过去只是一种人生经历而并不是一种负担。”人生当中总得面对挫折。这是难免的。但人总是在痛苦中成长。毕竟经一事长一智。我想关键在于我们是否能相信时间能冲淡一切。我想我们必须相信时间能冲淡一切。人总不能不断的累积包袱。我认为时间是一个非常奇妙的东西。它能把不好的东西都冲走，把最精华，最美好的东西留下。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在，有好歌听，有美酒。我想我在此时此刻也算是做到了无怨无悔，无憾无忧了。哈哈！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以下附上《用尽一生的爱》歌词。希望大家能读一读，细细品味一下词中意。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;岁月的风抚平成长的痛&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;经过几番悲欢离合之后&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;究竟有多少的人能够看透&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;有多少往事不堪回首&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;时间的钟敲醒不老的梦&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;人生一场喜怒哀乐交错&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;究竟有多少感动可以保留&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;有多少朋友陪到最后&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;这世界分分秒秒来去匆匆&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;从来不会为谁停留&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;一生中寻寻觅觅转眼成空&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;一旦错过不能从头&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;用尽一生的爱只为了换来释放后的自由&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我爱过哭过痛过笑过这一生就已足够&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;用尽一生的爱不在乎是否能够天长地久&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我无悔无怨无憾无尤这一生又有何求&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-3452184340331251739?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/3452184340331251739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=3452184340331251739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/3452184340331251739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/3452184340331251739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post_10.html' title='《用尽一生的爱》'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-3241351416195744999</id><published>2007-04-09T08:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T08:50:43.708+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The reality that never was...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes I just can't help thinking what if...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-3241351416195744999?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/3241351416195744999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=3241351416195744999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/3241351416195744999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/3241351416195744999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/04/reality-that-never-was.html' title='The reality that never was...'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-4577953401613037466</id><published>2007-04-08T09:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T09:36:16.883+01:00</updated><title type='text'>独占神话</title><content type='html'>《独占神话》这四个字让你想起什么？它们让我想起了Jolin 的歌。所以当我看到这四个字是我妹妹的blog的名字时，我有点像笑。我想说，“Come on! 来点有深度的好不好！”哈哈！后来才发现，肤浅的人是我。真是阴沟里翻船。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-4577953401613037466?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/4577953401613037466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Went to Greece on the 26/03/2007 and came back on 03/04/2007. Went with Joanne and Zhonghan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hmm... What can I say about Greece? Lots and lots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's a beautiful country. Deep blue seas, quiet beaches, great food, spectacular natural sights and pretty good hostels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We went to Athens first, then we went island hopping on Crete, Santorini and Naxos. Athens wasn't much. The islands were what made the trip. Absolutely wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We drove around on the islands. It was great fun. Drove on the RIGHT side of the road, literally. Changed gears with right hand. Keep right on left turn. Haha! Mind boggling at first, but we got over it. Only Zhonghan and I drove. Joanne is the "tai-tai" who got driven around. Haha! Driving really gave our trip alot of freedom. We just drove around and stopped as we like. Buses are few and far between due to the off-peak season. That's how we got so many spectacular shots of the seas and mountains. Driving around also allowed us to go to hard to reach beaches and enjoy the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So many beautiful beautiful memories. We had so much fun. Spent so much time talking. I mean when you had to wait for 1 plus hour for your dinner, what else can you do but talk? Haha! We had so much fun taking funny photos/videos, doing stupid stuff and enjoying the sights and sounds Greece had to offer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If you were to ask me which ruins in Greece I was most impressed with, it'd be the Acropolis. If you were to ask me which car rental company was the best, it'd be Apollon on Naxos. If you were to ask me which island I liked most, it'd be Naxos. If you ask me which hostel I enjoyed my stay in, it'd be Windmill Naxos. If you were to ask me which was the best day throughout the trip, it'd be the 1/4/2007 (our first day in Naxos). If you were to ask me which place has the best view, it'd be all over the place. If you were to ask me where's the best food, it'd be on Crete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I remembered saying the last time that Paris was the best trip I've had. Well, Paris just lost to Greece. Now, Greece is the best vacation I've had so far. Let's hope things just keep getting better. I'm not saying that my decision to travel alone the last time was wrong. I never regretted doing that. It's just a different feeling. Besides travelling with companions need not be good. In fact it could be even worse than travelling alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, I just want to say that it is really fate that brought us together, 3 like-minded people who had the same aims of travelling. We didn't really have any conflicts in opinions, everything just flowed nicely. For this I am truly grateful. Thank you Joanne. Thank you Zhonghan. It was great. Beautiful people and a wonderful country. It could hardly get any better than that. (I hope that's not true though)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Even as I type this post, part of me still stays in Greece. Greece is beckoning to me to go back there one more time. And I will, most definitely. But it won't be able to replace this trip. This trip is unique. My future journeys would be new memories to add into my archives but never to replace that of previous trips. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;At this juncture, I have to thank my parents without whom I would have never been able to study abroad and see all these wonderful things and meet all these beautiful people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lastly, I just want to say that everything about this Greece trip just seems so perfect to me. I wouldn't change a single thing about it even if I could. Not a single thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-3307021362264839710?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/3307021362264839710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=3307021362264839710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/3307021362264839710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/3307021362264839710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-all-greek-to-me.html' title='Its all Greek to me...'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Long enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-3610941225438599619?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/3610941225438599619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=3610941225438599619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/3610941225438599619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/3610941225438599619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/04/random-stuff-2.html' title='Random stuff 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I don't know.... What is it I am feeling now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For the first time in my life I'm feeling something like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The politically correct response is something like, "hmm... there must be something I can learn from it" or "it's part and parcel of life". Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My chest is a little tight. My heart feels a little cooped up. My brain feels like it doesn't want to work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Just don't want to do anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Life is like a train that pulls you along behind it. You either move as fast as it goes or get dragged behind it. Now, it seems as if I am carrying a slab of concrete on my back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If I just hold on longer, maybe the slab of concrete will just slide off and I can run along like I used to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Just a little longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-8212052114081167286?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/8212052114081167286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=8212052114081167286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/8212052114081167286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/8212052114081167286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/04/random-stuff.html' title='Random stuff'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-9173382964472945340</id><published>2007-03-18T00:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-18T00:47:14.362Z</updated><title type='text'>Do you know what I am going to say next?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I noticed something about my blog entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My titles seldom say what is in the entry itself. This is especially true for my longer entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.....&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/33459151-9173382964472945340?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/9173382964472945340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=9173382964472945340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/9173382964472945340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/9173382964472945340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/03/do-you-know-what-i-am-going-to-say-next.html' title='Do you know what I am going to say next?'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-2279724212491000183</id><published>2007-03-15T22:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-15T22:34:20.836Z</updated><title type='text'>Stand Tall, Stand Proud</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Clinton just gave me this link to a YouTube video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super funny and creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I think it raises a valid point on language and culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6M8fnjPLx6k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i dun want to do the youtube window on my blog thing....&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/33459151-2279724212491000183?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/2279724212491000183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=2279724212491000183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/2279724212491000183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/2279724212491000183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/03/stand-tall-stand-proud.html' title='Stand Tall, Stand Proud'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-3910882204942250188</id><published>2007-03-15T12:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-15T12:27:03.227Z</updated><title type='text'>Fine weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I have to say, the weather nowadays is nothing short of spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14-15 degrees celcius, cloudless blue skies in the day, warm sun and dusks that only sets in at around 7 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning when I leave hall, my spirits are immediately lifted by the beautiful weather. The journey to school feels so much more enjoyable now than in winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine weather indeed.&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/33459151-3910882204942250188?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/3910882204942250188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=3910882204942250188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/3910882204942250188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/3910882204942250188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/03/fine-weather.html' title='Fine weather'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-4064815439259422898</id><published>2007-03-11T19:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-11T20:40:09.896Z</updated><title type='text'>Shorinji Kempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Just went to a session of Shorinji Kempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toughest session so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My right arm was twisted left right centre. Hurt a great deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I learnt a great deal as well. I guess getting beaten up is part and parcel of learning a martial art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless it's good fun...&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/33459151-4064815439259422898?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/4064815439259422898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=4064815439259422898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/4064815439259422898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/4064815439259422898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/03/shorinji-kempo.html' title='Shorinji Kempo'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-514516983031437103</id><published>2007-03-11T00:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-11T20:42:46.056Z</updated><title type='text'>夜已深</title><content type='html'>夜深人静，万籁俱寂。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;特别容易让人有一种寂寞的感觉。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就是在这种时候，我会回想起我原来身在异乡。你呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到底是怎么样一路走来的？人生的故事书一页一页的翻着。生活中的情节一段一段的上演。也许一路走来就这么简单明了。把左脚抬起来放在右脚前面，再把右脚抬起来放在左脚前面。就这样。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当我停下脚步回头看时，我是否还能看到我在沙滩上留下的脚印？还是它们都被时间的浪给冲走了。你觉得呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人生短短数十载，到底能留下多少脚印？到底能留下多深的脚印？还是说有没有脚印都无所谓？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真可笑。有时当我问我自己到底是怎么走到这一步的时候，我竟然无言以对。似乎我就是在茫茫大海中的一叶轻舟，随着海浪沉浮。一步接着一步的走着。当然不是时时刻刻都是这样。我只是有时难免会觉得虽然在当下所作的决定是出于自己的意愿但反观全局时却不一定是这样。似乎所发生的每一件事都跟所有事由关联。你有这种感觉吗?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果把这种身不由己的感觉放大，我是否就能感觉到三国英雄所受的“大势所趋”的感觉呢?哈哈！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当然，我并没有后悔我任何的决定。我只是觉得这种诸事相连的现象很微妙。牵一发，动全身。或许你今天做的事会在明天带给你应得的回报。问题在于，你根本不知道明天的事。这是一件让人非常兴奋的事。不是吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果知道了明天的事的话，那人生就没有意思了。我可不要活在一个知道明天会遇到什么人，上几次厕所的世界里。虽然说未知数是把双刃刀，它能让生活缺少了安宁及稳定。但同时它也让人生有了希望。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;难道不是吗？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-514516983031437103?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/514516983031437103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=514516983031437103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/514516983031437103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/514516983031437103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title='夜已深'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-7011379598654471727</id><published>2007-03-08T23:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-08T23:21:56.552Z</updated><title type='text'>Greece is near. I can feel it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Just finished booking ferry tickets for my trip to Greece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to Zhonghan. Frankly speaking without him I'd be lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the photos of Greece on websites, I simply can't wait to go. Now, everything is set. (except for minor things like where to go when I'm actually in Greece) Feels like I'm going to ORD all over again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it! I can feel it in my bones! The warm sea breeze, sunny beaches and spectacular views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait! I can't wait!&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/33459151-7011379598654471727?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/7011379598654471727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=7011379598654471727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/7011379598654471727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/7011379598654471727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/03/greece-is-near-i-can-feel-it.html' title='Greece is near. I can feel it!'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-6293014852562139333</id><published>2007-03-08T10:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-08T10:57:00.403Z</updated><title type='text'>Errata to "Pride and Prejudice"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I wonder if any of you noticed it in my previous post "Pride and Prejudice".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "Think I'm gonna get my hands on the actual book and read it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think that sounds a little strange?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, "and READ IT".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else am I gonna do with the book if not read it? Burn it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&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/33459151-6293014852562139333?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/6293014852562139333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=6293014852562139333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/6293014852562139333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/6293014852562139333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/03/errata-to-pride-and-prejudice.html' title='Errata to &quot;Pride and Prejudice&quot;'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-1889450924469213559</id><published>2007-03-05T22:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-05T23:13:08.607Z</updated><title type='text'>Pride and Prejudice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Just watched Pride and Prejudice by Keira Knightley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, first things first, Keira Knightley looks exqusite in this movie. Wow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, some of you might be thinking, "hasn't the movie been out for a long time?" Yes, yes, I know I'm a little slow. But better late than never right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was totally mesmerized. By the way they filimed it, by the acting and most of all by the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who haven't watched this movie, please do. Unless you are like Soon who likes things like Hostel and The Hills Have Eyes. Haha! Joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm gonna get my hands on the actual storybook and read it...&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/33459151-1889450924469213559?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/1889450924469213559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=1889450924469213559' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/1889450924469213559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/1889450924469213559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/03/pride-and-prejudice.html' title='Pride and Prejudice'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-5677428246298670808</id><published>2007-03-04T20:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-04T20:55:48.009Z</updated><title type='text'>Full Lunar Eclipse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There was a full lunar eclipse yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is said that the best place to view it was in Europe. So I just happened to be in the right place at the right time. Not exactly a once in a lifetime event. Then next one will be on the 28th August 2007 according to Wikipedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched it outside my hall with Kenneth and Zhonghan. Later on Cheryl and Jinyang joined us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it happened, the whole moon was dyed red. A "blood moon" so they call it. We rather enjoyed ourselves. Kenneth was busy taking pictures with his 10 mega pixel LUMIX and tripod. Jack Daniels kept us warm. (we even coaxed Kenneth into drinking a shot! haha!) We had a good time standing in the cold, laughing and joking. It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night ended with us playing Texas Hold'em in Zhonghan's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all folks!&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/33459151-5677428246298670808?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/5677428246298670808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=5677428246298670808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/5677428246298670808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/5677428246298670808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/03/full-lunar-eclipse.html' title='Full Lunar Eclipse'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-4887068990566260409</id><published>2007-03-02T14:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-02T15:49:51.036Z</updated><title type='text'>The God Delusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Just read The God Delusion by Richard Dawkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rather enjoyable read I have to say. Pretty insightful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this book, Richard Dawkins states arguments which, personally, I have never heard about and points of views which I have never thought of looking through. I learnt quite abit  from it. The book made me think about religion and what I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't discuss my religious stand here. One, it's too big and complex an issue to be discussed like this. Two, I have no intention of making my blog any sort of discussion forum. Three, when it comes to religion I'm actually quite a relativist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I feel that he does make a point which is valid regardless of your religious stance. That is religion is not something which you should raise on a pedestal in an unquestioning manner and follow blindly. I feel that it is good to talk about religious matters. By talking or debating about it you discover where you stand on such matters. What's the point of blindly following a religious doctrine? Doctrines invented thousands of years ago, do they still work? If there really is a God, would he/she want your membership in his/her religion or your true belief and sincerity? If at the end of your quest to find your belief, you choose to maintain your original faith, then good for you. Your faith would be as strong as ever. You would have found true light or meaning in your life. If not, then you would just have discarded a belief that even if you continue to forcibly maintain it, you would not be happy doing it. This is important. This is what I think this book is all about. To get people to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, a smart man as Richard Dawkins is, surely he can't possibly assume that his book will change the world. I think what this book is capable of is raise awareness about what people are doing nowadays and help those who are pained by not being able to show the world what they truly believe. (Note that I am not exclusively referring to religious people in this sense.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this book, Richard Dawkins argues exclusively for atheism. There's nothing wrong with that. Atheism is what he believes and he should duely do whatever he can to defend it. That's all there is to it. To all those who thinks that he is being too extreme, I'd say it's a matter of perspective. Also, the fact that he is so scathing towards religion makes it an ever more illuminating book in such matters. It contrasts so sharply with the other end of the spectrum that you can easily see what is going on in this very well presented book length expose of religion and its apparent delusions about the God Hypothesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really a book to read for those interested in the matters of religion. Not so much as a textbook from which you derive certified knowledge. But as a book to set the benchmark or a reference point to aid you in your quest to know more about religion. Afterall, atheism is what Richard Dawkins subscribes to, not you.&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/33459151-4887068990566260409?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/4887068990566260409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=4887068990566260409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/4887068990566260409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/4887068990566260409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/03/god-delusion.html' title='The God Delusion'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-8643914333570512041</id><published>2007-02-27T23:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-27T23:56:16.855Z</updated><title type='text'>Debate on Christianity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Just went to a debate on Christianity at the Westminister Central Hall with Joanne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather refreshing debate I would say. Haven't been to anything like it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really different from reading about arguments for and against religion in a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I must say that both the speakers weren't like top notch. I can't say much about the person speaking for christianity because I don't take his stance so I suspect that I may be naturally biased against him. However for the atheist speaker, it seems that he is a little ill prepared to take on the religious speaker and his arguments seem a bit weak. The debate would have been much more exciting if the atheist speaker was someone like Richard Dawkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, it's still quite an eye opener.&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/33459151-8643914333570512041?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/8643914333570512041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=8643914333570512041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/8643914333570512041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/8643914333570512041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/02/debate-on-christianity.html' title='Debate on Christianity'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-1555823216362721374</id><published>2007-02-27T01:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-27T01:50:44.489Z</updated><title type='text'>I want to go home....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1:19 am, UK time. 27th February 2007, Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to have lessons later, but couldn't sleep. Maybe it's because of the lousy wine. Maybe it's because I overslept and missed my first lectures in years. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished watching 少年特工队 on YouTube. Laughed the crap out of me. Had a shower. Waited around sitting on my chair staring into space. I do that sometimes. Don't wanna force myself to sleep if I didn't feel like it. If I tossed and turned on bed I'd feel frustrated. I'm not unhappy. Just want to say that first just in case any of you reading this post has the impression that I am depressed or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friends would know that I do stare into space and go into my own dimension sometimes. So staying awake and not doing anything doesn't mean anything significant. It's just the way I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I was sitting around, my screensaver came up. I used Picasa to generate a screensaver using my photos. I saw much of what seemed like a distant past. I saw the pictures I took when I collected my pink IC. I saw the pictures of me going out with my dance members. I saw the pictures of my family and I. I saw a picture of the group of six celebrating my birthday at Chevrons before I left for UK. I saw a picture of the Ye Sheng, Chin Leong, Renhe, Winston and I enjoying ourselves at the Esplanade Harry's Bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These photos of course brought out other memories. Memories of my NS days, my JC days, my dance days and lots more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories are so fresh that that I could smell the air I smelled on that day. I could still remember the feeling of collecting my IC from Jiehan and asking him to pose with me in a photo, ever so vividly. I could still remember the day when the group of six went to MOS and Soon puked all over the place. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these things are so close to my heart yet so distant now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I lead a different life from that of my memories. No more late night (or should I say early morning) coffees at TCC or The Coffee Club. No more pool at Pool Factor. No more MOS or "Waititng Bar" looking at chio waitresses and kicking people's ass at the pool table. No more Chivas and Green tea while playing drinking games. No more squash. No more doing store in my "private office". No more dancing till we drop (when I say dancing I don't mean at clubs). No more family. No more cheap public transport. No more sun. No more going to Yew Tee Food Court to eat whatever I want. No more alot of things lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really want to go back to those days. But I know I can't and I won't. A person just got to move on. Like I said in one of my posts, 过去只是一种人生经历，而并不是一种负担. What's the point of living life exactly the same twice? When I look back on my past, I feel like a piece of my heart was left back there. A sense of loss sometimes overcomes me. But at the same time I feel a sense of warmth, in knowing that the memories I had are happy and that I had not led a life which deserved no memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's kinda hard to not feel a little overwhelmed sometimes. The powerful memory in this sense would have to be that of the days when I was dancing, especially in RVHS. Why? Cos it's literally a life changing experience for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to smell the air of my homeland. I want to feel the warm air of a tropical island on my skin. I want to hear people speak singlish all over the place. I want to see a sea of black heads when I walk into a crowd. I want to feel the presence of my family and friends. I want to sleep on my bed and in my room. I want to play my XBox on my sofa. I want to gorge myself with food at the Yew Tee food court. I want to go to Lot 1 KPool and play pool with Uncle Gan. I want to club like there's no tomorrow with the group of six (drinking, dancing, 猜拳 all included) I want to eat my grandmother's cooking. I want lots of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel my heart where it belongs...&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/33459151-1555823216362721374?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/1555823216362721374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=1555823216362721374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/1555823216362721374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/1555823216362721374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-want-to-go-home.html' title='I want to go home....'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-5484126370837797623</id><published>2007-02-24T11:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-24T12:43:05.033Z</updated><title type='text'>LIfe's a mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What are we trying to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I trying to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a mess isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wait. You don't wait. Where's the line? When do you decide to change from action to inaction? The truth is I don't know where is the line. But are we asking the right questions here? Is there even a  "standard" line to begin with? I don't think so. We cannot judge things across the board. I think at all points in time we need to ask ourselves what is it that we are trying to do. The question of "why" isn't that important here. Because most of the time, we don't know why we are doing things. It's just a "feeling" type of thing. Some of you may feel that this is a too adhoc and loose kind of way to take things in life. You may feel that in life there needs to be standards (like ISO 9002 or smthg). That's true as well. The need for standards is not in conflict with the "variable line" I am talking about here. You derive your "standards" from yourself, and no one else. The "standard" need not be the same each time. But then would it mean that you lack consistency? Again the answer is no. Just because the "standards" aren't the same doesn't mean that you cannot derive the same conclusions for different situations. For example, 2 men murdered their wives under very different circumstances (just imagine any circumstance for yourself, there's no loss of generality). Most of us would probably arrive at the conclusion that what the 2 men did was wrong (I hope). But the "standards" in which we judge them could be very different. This leads me to my next point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You choose. You don't choose. When do you choose? When do you allow life to choose you? When do you choose to do something instead of another? How do you pick out which criteria is important and base your judgement on that? Choice is a concept central to many things in life. If you think about it, you will find that it is true. (at least I did) It is something which I cannot describe in words to anyone. You just gotta think about it yourself. Pull yourself out of your shell and look at things from the outside. But what I CAN tell you is choice is a beautiful yet cruel idea. It introduces uncertainty and freedom. Yet at the same time it can make you loose your direction. It is perhaps the most objective concept introduced in a most subjective manner. Choice makes the world (at least the human part of it) the way it is. You choose, what if you choose wrong? You don't choose, so you wait. But you might just miss a once in a lifetime opportunity. So how? Is there a "standard"? How does one arrive at decisions? That's easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think. You don't think. You think through each step carefully and chances are you will arrive at a conclusion in line with your aims and objectives. But if you keep doing that, you can't keep up with the pace of life. And also, is life ALWAYS about aims and objectives? Isn't it tiring to be ALWAYS chasing after something? Somethings are best to left to the non-thinking side of you. Sometimes if you just allow things to flow in their naturaly state, it will turn out beautifully and be more than what you can ever expect. But that's SOMETIMES not all the time. Haha! So when do you CHOOSE to think or not? At this juncture, we return to the notion of "standards". When you think, is there any guarantee that you will arrive at the same conclusions each time? Where is the "standard" in you? Must the "standard" be the same each time you "think"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You change. You don't change. Imagine a painter teaching his apprentice how to paint. Years later the apprentice becomes an accomplished painter. In his works you see traces of his master. But it doesn't mean that the apprentice copies every stroke every colour to produce his works. He learns why the master use certain colours and how the master executes certain strokes of the brush. Likewise, I believe that there's this core inside everyone which defines who they are. This core hardly changes (though it CAN change) This core represents a powerful tool capable of handling any situation in life, although in a certain "style". But just like the apprentice doesn't produce replicas of his master's art, a person need not be the same throughout his life. Imagine a person being the same throughout his life, quite boring isn't it? Just because you have always done it doesn't mean that you have to do it now. Just because you have wanted it all your life, doesn't mean that you want it now. I guess the pertinent questions now would be "what are you 'standards'?", "what is your choice?". It's ok to change as long as it doesn't violate your morals or your core. Be true to yourself and others. Let your choice reflect who you are and what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To wait. To choose. To think. To change. I don't think I can ever understand fully what these 4 things mean to me. Funny as it is, if I live my life using these 4 factors, I don't actually have to understand what they are. I feel that I have much more to say about this but this entry is seriously getting to long. So in conclusion, I feel that life isn't fixed and yet there's this constancy about it that's hard to explain. You live in this moment and that's all that matters. What you do now may affect the future but what you can do is only in this moment itself. (if you get what I mean) Think about it. You don't have to know what you want or why you want, but be aware of who you are and live life as you would like to.&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/33459151-5484126370837797623?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/5484126370837797623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=5484126370837797623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/5484126370837797623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/5484126370837797623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/02/lifes-mess.html' title='LIfe&apos;s a mess'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-1093919709369389416</id><published>2007-02-23T23:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-23T23:36:16.526Z</updated><title type='text'>On my way home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Passing by the Natural History Museum.&lt;br /&gt;It seems that the people are all walking faster than me.&lt;br /&gt;That's fine.&lt;br /&gt;Why should I walk as fast as them?&lt;br /&gt;What time is it?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;There is no desire to walk any faster or slower.&lt;br /&gt;I feel at ease now.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling,&lt;br /&gt;Every air molecule that touches my face,&lt;br /&gt;The cool air at the back of my neck,&lt;br /&gt;My hair rustling in the wind,&lt;br /&gt;Every breath,&lt;br /&gt;Every step.&lt;br /&gt;In this moment,&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer the centre of everything,&lt;br /&gt;I am everything.&lt;br /&gt;I fill my reality with myself.&lt;br /&gt;Taking in every sound, every sight, every breath, every smell.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts come and go.&lt;br /&gt;I let it come and go.&lt;br /&gt;This is reality,&lt;br /&gt;My reality.&lt;br /&gt;Everything around me,&lt;br /&gt;I am aware.&lt;br /&gt;I know where I am going.&lt;br /&gt;I put my feet exactly where I want them to be.&lt;br /&gt;I take in each breath with awareness.&lt;br /&gt;I feel at ease.&lt;br /&gt;No shred of automacticity.&lt;br /&gt;No sign of disorder.&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, this step, this breath, this thought,&lt;br /&gt;I am myself.&lt;br /&gt;Can it get more real than this?&lt;br /&gt;Can it really get more real than this?&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/33459151-1093919709369389416?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/1093919709369389416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=1093919709369389416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/1093919709369389416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/1093919709369389416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/02/on-my-way-home.html' title='On my way home'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-7995777998695375847</id><published>2007-02-20T02:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-20T02:31:41.678Z</updated><title type='text'>About whiskey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My third shot is next to me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Chivas (18 Year Old) is finishing soon. Not finishing it tonight though. (not that fierce) Moreover, if I finish it so fast then I gotta find a way to get more. Too lazy to do that. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got me thinking of some things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, pardon me if I spelt whiskey wrongly. I heard that "whiskey" can be spelt as whiskey, whisky or bourbon depending on whether it is from the US, Scotland or Ireland. But it doesn't matter, you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha!If I sound incoherent at any point in time, it may be because I don't know what I am typing anymore. No lah. I don't get drunk drinking alone. And I don't like to get drunk or even high for that matter. I just want to enjoy the drink. (Which is also why I really don't like things like Vodka)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Chivas is 18 year old. That makes it almost as old as me! So much work and resources has gone into the making of this whiskey. Not just that, it waited patiently for at least 18 years to end up in my hands. It's fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not some whiskey expert but I do appreciate the effort put into making a bottle of whiskey. And you really learn alot from drinking a good bottle of whiskey. (I started to realise this since the first shot of Zhonghan's Green Label especially)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, this very bottle of whiskey could have ended up with some rich kid who would piss it away just to get high. Now, I'm not saying that I am the "god of whiskey" or something. But at least I appreciate the warmth it gives me and the content it holds within it. And the fact that it "has waited 18 years for me" (sounds like some love movie. Haha!) makes me enjoy it even more. I mean, of all the makes of whiskey and all the bottle, it has to be this one that comes to me. For this I am grateful to the makers of this fine whiskey sitting in front of me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, don't know if any of this makes sense. Will read it again tomorrow to double check. If you are reading it, it means that I haven't deleted it which means that it makes sense. Haha! Gotta enjoy my last shot and go to sleep liao...&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/33459151-7995777998695375847?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/7995777998695375847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=7995777998695375847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/7995777998695375847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/7995777998695375847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/02/about-whiskey.html' title='About whiskey'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-2141559667739288942</id><published>2007-02-18T03:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-18T03:34:51.590Z</updated><title type='text'>今朝有酒今朝醉，莫使金樽空对月</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;刚刚吃了团圆饭。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实也不能算是个团圆饭，因为家人都不在。要算的话，应该算是个“结缘饭”吧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人与人之间能聚在一起总得靠个“缘”字。能在此时此刻，此情此景，共度这佳节良日还真是难得。或许明年，就算能有同一个地方，吃同一顿饭，人也可能都不一样了。这种感觉有点像在巴黎过新年的感觉。生命中的每一刻都是昙花一现，稍纵即逝。有时还真让人觉得有点恐慌。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;按照新年的惯例，酒是一定得喝的。当然，今年也不例外。而且也喝了不少。放心，我没这么容易醉。醉的话也不会写这么一大堆了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可今天喝酒的感觉不大一样。平时都习惯了一个人或跟一些好友喝。那种感觉很轻松，很自在。今天喝的就不是这样。也没感觉特别轻松。也许还不够尽兴吧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或许不是酒和环境的问题。或许是我的问题。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可能是最近脑子里想了太多东西了。杂乱的思绪阻碍了品酒的气氛。所以说“酒不醉人，人自醉”还真没错。心情对，有酒没酒都一样。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想我应该快点清理脑中的思绪，否则错过的真得太多了。“今朝有酒今朝醉，莫使金樽空对月”这句话还真是应该去细细的品味一番。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-2141559667739288942?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/2141559667739288942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=2141559667739288942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/2141559667739288942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/2141559667739288942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post_18.html' title='今朝有酒今朝醉，莫使金樽空对月'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-175234673085030580</id><published>2007-02-15T23:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-16T00:44:24.637Z</updated><title type='text'>CNY dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just went to the CNY dinner organised by IC Singsoc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at this restaurant call Habour City. Pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there were quite few dishes though. Nonetheless, we made full use of the free flow rice, especially Kenneth. I guess he really made his mark tonight. From now on the whole Singsoc will know him as the one who eats alot of rice, The 饭桶 (i.e. the rice tub)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite funny though because the waiter and the manager actually made fun of him and passed him a HUGE bowl of rice and challenged him to finish it. He didn't in the end. But nonetheless his ability to chomp down on massive amounts of rice is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole dinner was very cheerful. Everyone had fun. It's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's the next best alternative to being home with your family. Wait a minute, in UK, these people ARE family. They are the ones closest to you in this foreign land. But at the same time, they aren't the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... How do I put this in words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling is just different. Afterall, I've spent CNY with my family all my life. That's not to say the feeling tonight wasn't good. It's nice and heart warming, but in a different way. On one hand I'd love to be back with my family. On the other hand, I'm glad that I had the opportunity to experience all this and to spend this special time of the year with wonderful people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family's good. Friends are good. Friends like family are good. Family like friends is good. You can't always have it all. Enjoy it while you have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(photos on flickr. find it too much of a hassle to upload to blogger)&lt;/span&gt;&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/33459151-175234673085030580?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/175234673085030580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=175234673085030580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/175234673085030580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/175234673085030580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/02/cny-dinner.html' title='CNY dinner'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-595606565681205987</id><published>2007-02-14T22:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-02-14T22:01:52.974Z</updated><title type='text'>情人节快乐</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;祝天下有情人终成眷属。。。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-595606565681205987?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/595606565681205987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=595606565681205987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/595606565681205987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/595606565681205987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post_14.html' title='情人节快乐'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-117119981982113423</id><published>2007-02-11T13:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-12T21:48:55.166Z</updated><title type='text'>至理名言17</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;得饶人处且饶人&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-117119981982113423?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/117119981982113423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=117119981982113423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/117119981982113423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/117119981982113423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/02/17.html' title='至理名言17'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-117115044921539906</id><published>2007-02-10T23:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-10T23:34:09.230Z</updated><title type='text'>Corrine May -- Fly Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Just got Corrine May's -- Fly Away from Han.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love this song. Especially when I am alone in a quiet room (and especially when there's whiskey! haha!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so soothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, it really describes what I am going through. Still remember listening to it before I came to UK...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-117115044921539906?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/117115044921539906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=117115044921539906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/117115044921539906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/117115044921539906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/02/corrine-may-fly-away.html' title='Corrine May -- Fly Away'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-117072603699694613</id><published>2007-02-06T01:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-06T01:40:36.996Z</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Believe It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This is the 100th post in this blog. Centenary post, so to speak. (Learnt of the word "centenary" because my school recently celebrated its 100th anniversary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never imagined that it would last so long. Really got into the habit of blogging now that I am here in UK. Perhaps if I continue long enough I can look at this blog and remind myself of the "past". Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you guys know, my previous blogs (notice the plurality) never went pass 20 posts, I think. So this is quite an achievement. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-117072603699694613?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/117072603699694613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=117072603699694613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/117072603699694613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/117072603699694613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-cant-believe-it.html' title='I Can&apos;t Believe It!'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-117072515546156099</id><published>2007-02-06T00:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-06T01:30:50.350Z</updated><title type='text'>黑白画映</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;黑白画映，是张学友的歌。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007年2月6日，凌晨1点。我听着这首歌。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当然，这是我非常爱听得一首歌。 否则我也不会在我的blog里提起它。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我记得这是我在军中常听得一首歌。它让我想起过往种种回忆。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想起以前在我的storeroom里面偷懒睡觉。想起以前在bunk里，边听歌边聊天。想起PACES2 rollout的时候，没日没夜的干。想起在medical centre的pantry里面吃canteen food。想起每晚都偷跑到medical centre看电视。（说到电视，我已经很久都没看华语电台了！）想起commercial stocktake后跟staff tok讨off。 一段一段的军中生活片段，浮现在脑海里。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;发现到， 原来40 SAR从来都没离开。虽然在当下，大家都认为那是个人间地狱，但那一段同甘共苦，同舟共济的时光，永远都会牵动着我的心弦。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;真奇怪，怎么想起的都是一些快乐的时光? 苦日子都跑到哪儿？late book out, 被CSM整， outfield， 等等。现在想起，总是美好的。人就是这么“犯贱”的动物。哈哈！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或许人生就是这样的。我不知道。我还年轻，心情还不定。这种深奥的道理我还不懂。 懂如何？不懂又如何？老子说：“道可道，非常道”。所以就算我懂，我也不可能说给你听。否则我就不是真懂。哈哈！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过去只是一种人生经历，而并不是一种负担。人之所以能够回首当初， 或许就是因为我们要懂得学习。不，我说的不只是从过往的经历吸取教训。 我想更重要的是要学习如何以轻松，宽容的心面对生命的一切。宽怀对待生活中的起落沉浮。待人以诚， 以德服人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哈哈！之前我说“道可道，非常道”。 现在我又在这里说了一堆。或许我真的还不懂吧。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-117072515546156099?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/117072515546156099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=117072515546156099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/117072515546156099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/117072515546156099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title='黑白画映'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-117019996552506984</id><published>2007-01-30T23:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-30T23:32:45.536Z</updated><title type='text'>至理名言16</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I remember Robin Williams had this line in the movie Patch Adams. It struck a chord in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't recall the exact words. But it goes something like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If you treat a disease, you win, you lose. If you treat a patient, I guarantee you, no matter what, you always win..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-117019996552506984?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/117019996552506984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=117019996552506984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/117019996552506984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/117019996552506984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/01/16.html' title='至理名言16'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33459151.post-117017663153466071</id><published>2007-01-30T17:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-30T17:03:51.546Z</updated><title type='text'>Charge of an electron</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1.6X10^-19 Coulombs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here's for u, daoye! haha! joking joking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33459151-117017663153466071?l=baihugege.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/feeds/117017663153466071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33459151&amp;postID=117017663153466071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/117017663153466071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33459151/posts/default/117017663153466071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baihugege.blogspot.com/2007/01/charge-of-electron.html' title='Charge of an electron'/><author><name>Binghao</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cjfOD5UC-PA/RpzfUxtPuiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ac_BBanbN7o/s400/P1020140.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
