<?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-8932146632054690419</id><updated>2012-02-12T09:34:34.080+08:00</updated><category term='Short Story Inspired while doing a research on UFO'/><category term='From my friends'/><category term='(海角七号)的7封情信'/><category term='改变人生的故事'/><category term='故事取自“修道故事大全”一书。'/><category term='A Story from chinese fairy tale book'/><category term='The truth in 16 Sept 2008'/><category term='My final year stage monologue project script. 2007.'/><category term='Inspire from Forbes 100 most corrupted Country.'/><category term='Read in a Chinese newspaper about five years ago.'/><category term='寓言中的管理艺术'/><category term='Words from the wall'/><title type='text'>The Tale of Your Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Where you understand life-changing meaning through other people's experience.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>137</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-2523867066746700870</id><published>2010-11-02T18:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T19:16:29.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Difference Between Life &amp; Living</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/TM_y9SNqNpI/AAAAAAAAAcg/tSE1k10VWmg/s1600/DNA-web1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/TM_y9SNqNpI/AAAAAAAAAcg/tSE1k10VWmg/s320/DNA-web1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534909601736701586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Life is to reproduce.
&lt;p&gt;Living is creating values that make life (or reproduction) more successful and less obvious.
&lt;p&gt;Please let me know if you have a better answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-2523867066746700870?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/2523867066746700870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=2523867066746700870&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/2523867066746700870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/2523867066746700870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2010/11/difference-between-life-living.html' title='Difference Between Life &amp; Living'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/TM_y9SNqNpI/AAAAAAAAAcg/tSE1k10VWmg/s72-c/DNA-web1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-5110526680591203155</id><published>2010-08-30T10:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T11:06:33.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nyoshul Khenpo 的人生五章</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/THsgE3VQ7vI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/PHVzNecdOa8/s1600/a-young-sapphire-miner-holds-on-tight-to-a-rope-as-he-is-lowered-into-a-deep-hole-in-the-ground-in-a-field-in-anzanakaro-near-ilakaka-madagascar-on-september-14-2008.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/THsgE3VQ7vI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/PHVzNecdOa8/s320/a-young-sapphire-miner-holds-on-tight-to-a-rope-as-he-is-lowered-into-a-deep-hole-in-the-ground-in-a-field-in-anzanakaro-near-ilakaka-madagascar-on-september-14-2008.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511033836962639602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
１.我走上街，
&lt;p&gt;人行道上有一个深洞，
&lt;p&gt;我掉了进去。
&lt;p&gt;我迷失了……我绝望了。
&lt;p&gt;这不是我的错，
&lt;p&gt;费了好大的劲才爬出来。
&lt;p&gt;２.我走上同一条街。
&lt;p&gt;人行道上有一个深洞，
&lt;p&gt;我假装没看到，
&lt;p&gt;还是掉了进去。
&lt;p&gt;我不能相信我居然会掉在同样的地方。
&lt;p&gt;但这不是我的错。
&lt;p&gt;还是花了很长的时间才爬出来。
&lt;p&gt;３.我走上同一条街。
&lt;p&gt;人行道上有一个深洞，
&lt;p&gt;我看到它在那儿，
&lt;p&gt;但还是掉了进去……
&lt;p&gt;这是一种习气。
&lt;p&gt;我的眼睛张开着，
&lt;p&gt;我知道我在那儿。
&lt;p&gt;这是我的错。
&lt;p&gt;我立刻爬了出来。
&lt;p&gt;４.我走上同一条街，
&lt;p&gt;人行道上有一个深洞，
&lt;p&gt;我绕道而过。
&lt;p&gt;５.我走上另一条街。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-5110526680591203155?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/5110526680591203155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=5110526680591203155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/5110526680591203155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/5110526680591203155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2010/08/nyoshul-khenpo.html' title='Nyoshul Khenpo 的人生五章'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/THsgE3VQ7vI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/PHVzNecdOa8/s72-c/a-young-sapphire-miner-holds-on-tight-to-a-rope-as-he-is-lowered-into-a-deep-hole-in-the-ground-in-a-field-in-anzanakaro-near-ilakaka-madagascar-on-september-14-2008.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-331750903557905812</id><published>2010-03-22T14:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T15:01:00.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just ask for it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/S6cU9uBtHfI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Y3-7oog67Hc/s1600-h/mban2702l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/S6cU9uBtHfI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Y3-7oog67Hc/s320/mban2702l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451348924515032562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Why waste your life working for others so that their target can be achieved, while you can just go out, ask for a chance to do whatever you like and work to your goal?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-331750903557905812?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/331750903557905812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=331750903557905812&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/331750903557905812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/331750903557905812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-ask-for-it.html' title='Just ask for it.'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/S6cU9uBtHfI/AAAAAAAAAcA/Y3-7oog67Hc/s72-c/mban2702l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-5772537542451216880</id><published>2010-03-17T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T13:42:00.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/S53KtTgfn7I/AAAAAAAAAb4/0BulM4JzP58/s1600-h/GrantIntense.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/S53KtTgfn7I/AAAAAAAAAb4/0BulM4JzP58/s320/GrantIntense.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448734003867656114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Failure is a kind hand that tries to stop you from doing the wrong thing, while forcing you onto the right track to your destiny.

&lt;p&gt;--By Napoleon Hill--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-5772537542451216880?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/5772537542451216880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=5772537542451216880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/5772537542451216880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/5772537542451216880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2010/03/failure.html' title='Failure'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/S53KtTgfn7I/AAAAAAAAAb4/0BulM4JzP58/s72-c/GrantIntense.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-3087668709860008865</id><published>2010-03-15T13:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T13:42:54.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Blind Side"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/S53Ialg497I/AAAAAAAAAbw/oTGrqfSdS_E/s1600-h/the-blind-side-poster-783732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/S53Ialg497I/AAAAAAAAAbw/oTGrqfSdS_E/s320/the-blind-side-poster-783732.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448731483260385202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Watch this movie and realize how lucky you actually are.
&lt;p&gt;Then start helping others who might have a better future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-3087668709860008865?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/3087668709860008865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=3087668709860008865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/3087668709860008865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/3087668709860008865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2010/03/blind-side.html' title='&quot;The Blind Side&quot;'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/S53Ialg497I/AAAAAAAAAbw/oTGrqfSdS_E/s72-c/the-blind-side-poster-783732.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-1618001530632319757</id><published>2010-03-11T15:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T15:59:01.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>自信与自卑</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/S5ih6fUbIWI/AAAAAAAAAbo/ZivvQyXOVso/s1600-h/k23_car_lemon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/S5ih6fUbIWI/AAAAAAAAAbo/ZivvQyXOVso/s320/k23_car_lemon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447281775516262754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
如果生命只剩下一粒柠檬，自卑的人会说，我垮了，我一点机会都没有了，然后他就会开始诅咒这个世界，让自己沉浸在可怜之中。自信的人会说，我要怎样改善我的情况呢？

&lt;p&gt;有一个电车车长的女儿叫凯丝•达莉。她从小喜欢唱歌，并且梦想当一名歌唱演员。但她的牙齿长得很不好看，一次她在新泽西州的一家夜总会里演出时，她总想把上唇拉下来盖住丑陋的牙齿，结果洋相百出。演完之后，她就伤心地哭了。

&lt;p&gt;后来回忆说，正当我哭得最伤心的时候，台下一位老人对我说；孩子，你很有天分，坦率地讲，我一直在注意你的表演，我知道你想掩饰什么，你想掩饰的是你的牙齿。难道长了这样的牙齿一定就丑陋不堪吗?听着，孩子，观众欣赏的是你的歌声，而不是你的牙齿，他们需要的是真实。张开你的嘴吧，孩子，观众看到连你都不在乎的话，他们就会对你产生好感的。再说了，孩子，说不定那些你想遮掩起来的牙齿还会给你带来好运呢。

&lt;p&gt;凯丝•达莉接受了老人的忠告，不再去注意牙齿。从那时开始，她只想着她的观众，她张大嘴巴，热情而高兴地唱着，最后她成了电影界和广播界的一流明星。

&lt;p&gt;自信的人与自卑的人区别于：自信者充满自信、洋溢着活力；而自卑的人，即使腰缠万贯、富甲一方内心也总是灰暗而脆弱的。

&lt;p&gt;自信的人与自卑的人却有一个共同点，就是人类与生俱来的自卑感。世界上没有一个人是完美的，人人都会为自己的短处感到自卑。

&lt;p&gt;也就是说，自信的人只不过是以自己的长处弥补自己的短处，就此战胜了自己心中的自卑感罢了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-1618001530632319757?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/1618001530632319757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=1618001530632319757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/1618001530632319757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/1618001530632319757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='自信与自卑'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/S5ih6fUbIWI/AAAAAAAAAbo/ZivvQyXOVso/s72-c/k23_car_lemon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-5857353382917882945</id><published>2010-03-08T22:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T22:27:32.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Agreement</title><content type='html'>What if we really made an agreement with god that we borrow his power to create whatever we love, and not trying whatever it takes to do whatever we love to, are breaking the agreement? Which mean you should go back to god and hand back his power.

&lt;p&gt;In this way, we will know how hard things are created and how easy it can be destroyed.

&lt;p&gt;The consequence is bad things will happen. There will be misuse of his power.

&lt;p&gt;Yet we made the agreement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-5857353382917882945?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/5857353382917882945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=5857353382917882945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/5857353382917882945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/5857353382917882945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2010/03/agreement.html' title='The Agreement'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-2278740533979279588</id><published>2010-02-16T00:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T00:20:37.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Synonym for Dictator</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/S3lz7g3vdMI/AAAAAAAAAbg/mAZMGhoXBd4/s1600-h/dictator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/S3lz7g3vdMI/AAAAAAAAAbg/mAZMGhoXBd4/s320/dictator.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438505491299792066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
A friend of mine left me an unanswered question:

&lt;p&gt;Who master mind your life and put you in it and watch you every step and if you do a tiny mistake you are in deep trouble. He is going to record it and you will pay for it-IN HELL!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-2278740533979279588?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/2278740533979279588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=2278740533979279588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/2278740533979279588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/2278740533979279588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2010/02/synonym-for-dictator.html' title='Synonym for Dictator'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/S3lz7g3vdMI/AAAAAAAAAbg/mAZMGhoXBd4/s72-c/dictator.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-170224170691084889</id><published>2009-08-03T21:35:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T22:23:20.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Malaysians' Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SnbpF-mIXVI/AAAAAAAAAak/VhRXrMcWOcA/s1600-h/1173783843_yasmin-ahmad.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365732294970072402 border=0 alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SnbpF-mIXVI/AAAAAAAAAak/VhRXrMcWOcA/s320/1173783843_yasmin-ahmad.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; There is a dream deep in all Malaysian heart. The dream, before Merdeka (independence), is once very enthusiastic that everyone sees it coming true until certain party threaten the public that if we live equally as Malaysian, a certain race is going to demolish. Malaysian is so frighten that this propaganda is true that we give up our dream. 
&lt;P&gt;As time goes by, the dream becomes so fragile that Malaysian can only whisper it. Anything more than that will bring jail, threat, death. Everyone is so afraid to even whisper it. Then along came a motherly-like advertisement and film director. She puts the Malaysian dream on every television and cinema in Malaysia, despite the threat, unrecognisable, and hatred. Her works show Malaysians that our dream, which is almost drown in the deepest corner of our heart, is very much alive. Love stories of our next generation will be destroy and brought to a sad ending if we drown our dream, our deepest need. 
&lt;P&gt;Now, she is gone. To me, she had gone too soon. The good news is the Malaysian dream has started to bloom a little here and there. Imagine Malaysians regardless the colour of our skin, share our cultures, thought, understand each festivals, criticize people base on individual (not race), and a country that do not divide her prosperity because it is always big enough for all. This is the Malaysian dream, and the late Yasmin Ahmad reminded us with her work. I will remember her, as Mother of Malaysia. 
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/Snbvf8Tc7EI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0g0lskH9k4/s1600-h/165906_e80c8269bf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/Snbvf8Tc7EI/AAAAAAAAAbE/B0g0lskH9k4/s320/165906_e80c8269bf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365739338101222466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SnbxCMv2mWI/AAAAAAAAAbU/TS8Yi2sPsHg/s1600-h/sepet_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SnbxCMv2mWI/AAAAAAAAAbU/TS8Yi2sPsHg/s320/sepet_poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365741026142493026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SnbvfkwRyZI/AAAAAAAAAa8/zotxNolqKbQ/s1600-h/Mukshin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SnbvfkwRyZI/AAAAAAAAAa8/zotxNolqKbQ/s320/Mukshin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365739331779676562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SnbvfTZ61lI/AAAAAAAAAa0/a_yS58TsvOw/s1600-h/muallaf2_std.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SnbvfTZ61lI/AAAAAAAAAa0/a_yS58TsvOw/s320/muallaf2_std.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365739327122495058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SnbvfF14cmI/AAAAAAAAAas/CdHRvMPEWLU/s1600-h/gubra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SnbvfF14cmI/AAAAAAAAAas/CdHRvMPEWLU/s320/gubra.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365739323481682530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SnbvgLCvxJI/AAAAAAAAAbM/-9a06-twuyQ/s1600-h/talentime_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SnbvgLCvxJI/AAAAAAAAAbM/-9a06-twuyQ/s320/talentime_poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365739342057686162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;P&gt;(Her movie "Talentime" (right) is my favourite that I think all Malaysian should watch. There is where all our talent is. And the song "I Go" by Pete Teo is heart-brokening.)
&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-170224170691084889?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/170224170691084889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=170224170691084889&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/170224170691084889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/170224170691084889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/08/malaysian-dream.html' title='A Malaysians&apos; Dream'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SnbpF-mIXVI/AAAAAAAAAak/VhRXrMcWOcA/s72-c/1173783843_yasmin-ahmad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-6076487714992648706</id><published>2009-07-25T14:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:07:54.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forecast Result for Teoh’s Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SmqgpAUTMyI/AAAAAAAAAac/Sp9EOKd9nmk/s1600-h/clowns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SmqgpAUTMyI/AAAAAAAAAac/Sp9EOKd9nmk/s320/clowns.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362274932658221858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
The Magistrate: 
&lt;p&gt;He fell down. Die of serious head injury. He is lucky that he did not burst his head. There was a case where someone jumped down from 5th floor and his brain is all over with his limps twisted. Teoh did not. He is real lucky to have nothing broken, accept head injury that caused death.
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; 
&lt;p&gt;The Royal Commission: 
&lt;p&gt;Yes, the MACC violate human rights. We have sent warning letter to them.
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;  
&lt;p&gt;The Royal Police: 
&lt;p&gt;He dealt with the gangsters before. The gangsters went into the building of MACC and threw him down. We will be searching for the responsible gangsters.
&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  
&lt;p&gt;--Case Close--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-6076487714992648706?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/6076487714992648706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=6076487714992648706&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/6076487714992648706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/6076487714992648706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/07/forecast-result-for-teohs-death.html' title='Forecast Result for Teoh’s Death'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SmqgpAUTMyI/AAAAAAAAAac/Sp9EOKd9nmk/s72-c/clowns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-119609747478393490</id><published>2009-07-19T11:14:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T14:47:20.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sad Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SmKW2Hhr04I/AAAAAAAAAaU/JoeUTngeFAE/s1600-h/ddd5ff1284f26c80737a16a1670c5e56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 165px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SmKW2Hhr04I/AAAAAAAAAaU/JoeUTngeFAE/s320/ddd5ff1284f26c80737a16a1670c5e56.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360012363001746306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SmKW1wucgRI/AAAAAAAAAaM/bkj3sPz3eNo/s1600-h/6c1bfa220589f4ddb2a566e8d8cde12a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SmKW1wucgRI/AAAAAAAAAaM/bkj3sPz3eNo/s320/6c1bfa220589f4ddb2a566e8d8cde12a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360012356881252626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Q: Why the Malaysian Anti-Corruption Commission (MACC) can't solve any case?

&lt;p&gt;A: Because their witnesses will some how fall out from the window of the 14th floor.

&lt;p&gt;Q: How many nice young man, with bright future, has parents, wife, baby, family, friends, etc like him have to die before we, Malaysian, realize that we need a change, seriously? How hard is it to lift ourselves up for a change?

&lt;p&gt;A: When someone in our family being thrown down from the window at 14th floor by the authority.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-119609747478393490?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/119609747478393490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=119609747478393490&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/119609747478393490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/119609747478393490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/07/sad-joke.html' title='A Sad Joke'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SmKW2Hhr04I/AAAAAAAAAaU/JoeUTngeFAE/s72-c/ddd5ff1284f26c80737a16a1670c5e56.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-6560373881574058038</id><published>2009-07-07T17:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:58:36.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven or Hell?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SlMcMIavhJI/AAAAAAAAAaE/fD668cx5ObY/s1600-h/f64736e6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SlMcMIavhJI/AAAAAAAAAaE/fD668cx5ObY/s320/f64736e6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355655376617309330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
When you were in a coma, god gives you a chance to choose whether you want to be in heaven or hell when your time comes.

&lt;p&gt;God took you to hell. You found out that hell is helluva place where people having serious competition just to stay comfortable, forcing others to struggle so that they don’t have to, work hard and kill for food, mix with a group of people so that you got protected, live under a law so that you are safe, forced to cheat, sacrifice, drilled yourself to be more competitive, have fun yourself and ignore others, stay incomplete, work like a dog, fall in love and get hurt, always hungry for something, have limited time before you get into more torture, etc.

&lt;p&gt;Then god brings you to heaven to find out an empty space with unlimited time and nothing to do, probably forever. You don’t get hungry, no emotional event, entertainment, food, nothing.

&lt;p&gt;You ask god why there are only a few people in heaven, while hell is so crowded. God said he loves everyone and give everyone a choice regardless of what they did in life. But most of them chose hell. 

&lt;p&gt;“Why?” you asked.

&lt;p&gt;“Because there is no hope in heaven, you’ll probably stuck there forever. While in hell, there are plenty of hopes in almost everything. It gives them a purpose, and thus making it interesting.”

&lt;p&gt;Heaven or hell, which will you choose?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-6560373881574058038?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/6560373881574058038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=6560373881574058038&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/6560373881574058038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/6560373881574058038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/07/heaven-or-hell.html' title='Heaven or Hell?'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SlMcMIavhJI/AAAAAAAAAaE/fD668cx5ObY/s72-c/f64736e6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-8950550433176908987</id><published>2009-06-18T17:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:31:02.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Departures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SjjSkvyncLI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/k4M8bkkn1-A/s1600-h/salmon_spawn-759208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SjjSkvyncLI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/k4M8bkkn1-A/s320/salmon_spawn-759208.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348256086248353970"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SjjQsReN5oI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/tTQCeqEhi0A/s1600-h/departures-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SjjQsReN5oI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/tTQCeqEhi0A/s320/departures-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348254016525428354"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;p&gt;In the movie The Departures, there is a scene that reminds me of what life is.

&lt;p&gt;In a river where the stream is strong, there are fish that tries to swim against it. Meanwhile, there are fish that died trying to swim against the stream flow pass. All fish died trying to swim against the stream but they still do it.

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isn’t this sad? How far different is it from our life?

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Either we swim against the stream to see how far we can reach in life; or we let the stream take us. We all die at the end. What is the difference?

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We work hard so that we can die rich? Or we do nothing and die poor? Is there any different in the end? The only different is choice. A or B. There are no right and wrong.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-8950550433176908987?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/8950550433176908987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=8950550433176908987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/8950550433176908987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/8950550433176908987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/06/departures.html' title='The Departures'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SjjSkvyncLI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/k4M8bkkn1-A/s72-c/salmon_spawn-759208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-4246343304609032671</id><published>2009-06-16T17:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T13:50:44.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weather Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SjcwNYQ2lLI/AAAAAAAAAZs/zHYrTPekHyY/s1600-h/weather_man_ver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SjcwNYQ2lLI/AAAAAAAAAZs/zHYrTPekHyY/s320/weather_man_ver2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347796088935322802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I’ve just watch, The Weather Man, Starring Nicholas Cage and Michael Caine. Here is something I learned and I wish to share:

&lt;p&gt;1. To get anything in value, you have to scarifice.

&lt;p&gt;2. Do you know that the hard thing to do and the right thing to do are usually the same thing?

&lt;p&gt;3. Nothing that has meaning is easy. Easy doesn’t enter into grown up life. 

&lt;p&gt;4. This shit life, we must chuck something. We must chuck them, in this shit life.

&lt;p&gt;Life doesn’t always appear as we wished. Maybe we should throw that life we imagine away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-4246343304609032671?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/4246343304609032671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=4246343304609032671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/4246343304609032671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/4246343304609032671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/06/weather-man.html' title='The Weather Man'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SjcwNYQ2lLI/AAAAAAAAAZs/zHYrTPekHyY/s72-c/weather_man_ver2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-7900131422412320770</id><published>2009-06-14T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T17:46:00.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self, Feelings and Emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SjNlwvzV0QI/AAAAAAAAAZk/4Y1nFrUE4YA/s1600-h/howmanyfaces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SjNlwvzV0QI/AAAAAAAAAZk/4Y1nFrUE4YA/s320/howmanyfaces.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346729070758842626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Have you ever wonder how many self inside you? You probably think I am mad asking this question. I found this answer after finding where is my heart actually locate. Yes, heart. Not that heart in my chest but that heart that stores all my feeling.

&lt;p&gt;1. First and foremost, our body, which allowed us to be seen like a human in the world. This self is lead by our physical pumping heart. This is our basic self, our being.

&lt;p&gt;2. You probably realize we remember things. But you do not realize that it is independent. You can’t just remember something or forget something. You have to convince someone inside you to store it or keep it deep inside. That is our second self at work.

&lt;p&gt;3. Do you realize that whatever decision we want to make, there will be an argument in our head. Some people call them little voices or whisper. Two of them always disagree and debate based on information from our 2nd self.

&lt;p&gt;4. Whatever the argument going on inside, both self won’t come out with a solution. They need another self to solve it, to make a decision.  This is our fifth self. The real you working.

&lt;p&gt;5. Everyone imagine things. In fact, whatever we do, we have to be clear in our mind what we are doing before we really do it. This including our self. We imagine our ideal self before we show to others. The ideal self is the sixth self.

&lt;p&gt;6. The last self is the one people have in mind. In other words, impression. You might try very hard to project your ideal self to the world. But that impression of you in each and everyone’s mind will not be the one you have in mind. They might be close. But it is just not the same.

&lt;p&gt;This is my answer. There are 7 of every person.

&lt;p&gt;Where do we store our feelings? We did not store them. We only store the experience in our memory (2nd self above). It is our debaters (3rd and 4th self) that create the emotion after their debate. This is the reason why our emotions or feelings are different when we have the same experience. When the debaters have the same debate, we have the same feelings; when the facts in the debates are different, we have new feelings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-7900131422412320770?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/7900131422412320770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=7900131422412320770&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/7900131422412320770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/7900131422412320770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/06/self-feelings-and-emotions.html' title='Self, Feelings and Emotions'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SjNlwvzV0QI/AAAAAAAAAZk/4Y1nFrUE4YA/s72-c/howmanyfaces.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-7444960586114826846</id><published>2009-06-12T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T20:34:46.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SjJLXDh7UlI/AAAAAAAAAZc/sJd-KzKKedU/s1600-h/bbon127l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 311px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SjJLXDh7UlI/AAAAAAAAAZc/sJd-KzKKedU/s320/bbon127l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346418567098880594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Freedom! Freedom! Freedom! Freedom here, freedom there... Everybody wants freedom. What is freedom? How much freedom do we actually have?

&lt;p&gt;Once, a person told me sometimes he does what he likes, but most of the time he does what he has to.

&lt;p&gt;Yes, we spend most of our time working for our comfortable living, delicious meal, not knowing that we spend our life on working. Is it worth the sacrifice? 

&lt;p&gt;Work like a dog for 10 hours a day, sleep for 5 hours, and 9 hours enjoy. Multiply it by 80 years and we have only 30 years enjoying. Not to mention the un-quality times when you are blur and not having enough sleep or drunk.

&lt;p&gt;What do you do on your free time? Charity? Part-time? Movies? Chat with friends? Or get drunk? To be honest, these are roughly how we spend our life. What is the purpose (of life)? To reproduce? So that you bring in your children to find answers that you couldn’t find? Did they ask for it? Is it fair for them? 

&lt;p&gt;Smart people will say we do things to enjoy life. But for what? Since we are here, we should enjoy? Then why spend most of your time working since you do not enjoy it? I understand that if you do not work like hell, your life would not be as enjoyable. But you spend most of your time working and you said you are enjoying life. Funny...

&lt;p&gt;How much freedom do we have? We can’t just go out and kill that person you hate because the society will not agree with you and will put you in jail for that, even though that person is a serial killer.

&lt;p&gt;You can’t whack a person when you feel like, you can’t eat whatever you want’ you can’t have sex with anyone, you can’t choose your parents, you can’t just do whatever you like. There are rules all around. Just how much freedom do we have?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-7444960586114826846?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/7444960586114826846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=7444960586114826846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/7444960586114826846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/7444960586114826846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/06/freedom.html' title='Freedom!'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SjJLXDh7UlI/AAAAAAAAAZc/sJd-KzKKedU/s72-c/bbon127l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-3205552548553532240</id><published>2009-05-16T01:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T02:00:08.877+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From my friends'/><title type='text'>仇人 與 恩人</title><content type='html'>大學剛畢業的時候，某電視公司請我去主持個特別節目， 
那節目的導播看我文章不錯，又要我兼編劇。 
可是當節目做完，領酬勞的時候， 
導播不但不給我編劇費， 
還扣我一半的主持費。 
 
&lt;p&gt;他把收據交給我說： 
『你簽收一千六，但我只能給你八百，因為節目透支了。』 
 
&lt;p&gt;當時沒吭聲，照簽了，心想 【君子報仇，十年不晚。】 
後來那導播又找我，我還 【照樣】幫他做了幾次。 
 
&lt;p&gt;後一次，他沒扣我錢，變得對我很客氣， 
因為那時我被電視公司的新聞部看上， 
一下子成為了電視記者兼新聞主播。 
 
&lt;p&gt;們後來常在公司遇到，他每次笑得都有點尷尬。 
我曾經想去告他一狀，可是正如高中那位同學所說， 
沒有他我能有今天嗎？ 
&lt;p&gt;果我當初不忍下一口氣，又能繼續獲得主持的機會嗎？ 
機會是他給的，他是我的貴人，他已經知錯，我何必去報復呢？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-3205552548553532240?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/3205552548553532240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=3205552548553532240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/3205552548553532240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/3205552548553532240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='仇人 與 恩人'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-9111789097735164597</id><published>2009-05-13T17:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T17:23:00.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Religions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/Sgp9JGLaqQI/AAAAAAAAAZU/1mTkXk1POw4/s1600-h/Chameleon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/Sgp9JGLaqQI/AAAAAAAAAZU/1mTkXk1POw4/s320/Chameleon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335214303804565762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I always hate people who ask others to change religion.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The reason is simple, a person believes what he/she supposed to and the result is what he/she is today. If you want this person to change religion, it is almost the same as “if you believe in what I believe, your future would be better than now”, which also means he/she is a loser now when compare to you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hello, do you have a crystal ball? I know fortune tellers have. Why doesn’t everyone believe in them? At least they tell us our future, not giving us illusions like god love us, and we suffer in life because god knows why…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why don’t just leave them alone? They’ll find something to believe in which might be more suitable for them. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Religious people are spiritual people. They are not sales person who run around telling people to buy a product which will “make their life better”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Plus, I thought religions strongly against war? Why war amongst other religions? Aren’t you contradict with your believe when you ask others to join you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-9111789097735164597?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/9111789097735164597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=9111789097735164597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/9111789097735164597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/9111789097735164597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/05/changing-religions.html' title='Changing Religions'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/Sgp9JGLaqQI/AAAAAAAAAZU/1mTkXk1POw4/s72-c/Chameleon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-6592372632145226564</id><published>2009-05-11T01:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T02:23:47.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time or Money?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/Sgcbnx-dGrI/AAAAAAAAAZM/N2YuDcMUSDo/s1600-h/hour_glass_and_money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/Sgcbnx-dGrI/AAAAAAAAAZM/N2YuDcMUSDo/s320/hour_glass_and_money.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334262653887781554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
People always says that time is money. This has cause many people to work hard for money.

&lt;p&gt;Is time really equals to money?

&lt;p&gt;If you think it is, I disagree with you.

&lt;p&gt;I think time is all we have in life. How long our life is depends on how much time we have.

&lt;p&gt;Money is something people sacrifice their time to earn. Yes, it is important. It is one of the most important element that determines how we can spend the time we have left.

&lt;p&gt;If you come into a situation to choose between time and money, which will you choose?

&lt;p&gt;Many will choose money because it is a way to secure the next meal.

&lt;p&gt;But I had chose time. Hoping the thing I do in this time I earned will make my life more meaningful and happier in the long run.

&lt;p&gt;Am I nuts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-6592372632145226564?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/6592372632145226564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=6592372632145226564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/6592372632145226564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/6592372632145226564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-or-money.html' title='Time or Money?'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/Sgcbnx-dGrI/AAAAAAAAAZM/N2YuDcMUSDo/s72-c/hour_glass_and_money.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-5382412239642802869</id><published>2009-05-04T16:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T16:35:20.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience &amp; Courage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/Sf6omUsYKVI/AAAAAAAAAZE/z47uAVpvxNc/s1600-h/donald_trump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/Sf6omUsYKVI/AAAAAAAAAZE/z47uAVpvxNc/s320/donald_trump.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331884385196583250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
"Knowledge need patience, action need courage. If you have a combination of both, you can be really successful."

&lt;p&gt;-Donald J. Trump-

&lt;p&gt;I think this is so true. 

&lt;p&gt;Arrogant people think they are the best and try to suppress others are people who lack patience. They have the courage to take action to show off and suppress others. But they lack the knowledge to maintain their success.

&lt;p&gt;Most intellectuals do not get far in life because they do not have the courage to take responsible on their failure. They are so afraid of failure that they do not take any action.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-5382412239642802869?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/5382412239642802869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=5382412239642802869&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/5382412239642802869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/5382412239642802869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/05/patience-courage.html' title='Patience &amp; Courage'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/Sf6omUsYKVI/AAAAAAAAAZE/z47uAVpvxNc/s72-c/donald_trump.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-3053518599808444142</id><published>2009-04-19T17:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T17:31:00.203+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='改变人生的故事'/><title type='text'>误会</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SeqrT3k3IcI/AAAAAAAAAY8/zNUbHab1RfA/s1600-h/168403_f520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SeqrT3k3IcI/AAAAAAAAAY8/zNUbHab1RfA/s320/168403_f520.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326257867143455170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
早年在美国阿拉斯加地方，有一对年轻人结婚，婚後生育，他的太太因难产而死，遗下一孩子。
　　
&lt;p&gt;他忙生活，又忙於看家，因没有人帮忙看孩子，就训练一只狗，那狗聪明听话，能照顾小孩，咬著奶瓶喂奶给孩子喝，抚养孩子。
　　
&lt;p&gt;有一天，主人出门去了，叫它照顾孩子。
　　
&lt;p&gt;他到了别的乡村，因遇大雪，当日不能回来。第二天才赶回家，狗立即闻声出来迎接主人。他把房门开一看，到处是血，抬头一望，床上也是血，孩子不见了，狗在身边，满口也是血，主人发现这种情形，以为狗性发作，把孩子吃掉了，大怒之下，拿起刀来向著狗头一劈，把狗杀死了。
　　
&lt;p&gt;之後，忽然听到孩子的声音，又见他从床下爬了出来，於是抱起孩子；虽然身上有血，但并未受伤。
　　
&lt;p&gt;他很奇怪，不知究竟是怎么一回事，再看看狗身，腿上的肉没有了，旁边有一只狼，口里还咬著狗的肉；狗救了小主人，却被主人误杀了，这真是天下最令人惊奇的误会。
　　
&lt;p&gt;注：误会的事，是人往往在不了解、无理智、无耐心、缺少思考、未能多方体谅对方，反省自己，感情极为冲动的情况之下所发生。
　　
&lt;p&gt;误会一开始，即一直只想到对方的千错万错；因此，会使误会越陷越深，弄到不可收拾的地步，人对无知的动物小狗发生误会，尚且会有如此可怕严重的後果，这样人与人之间的误会，则其後果更是难以想像。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-3053518599808444142?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/3053518599808444142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=3053518599808444142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/3053518599808444142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/3053518599808444142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_19.html' title='误会'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SeqrT3k3IcI/AAAAAAAAAY8/zNUbHab1RfA/s72-c/168403_f520.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-1599457326763559371</id><published>2009-04-15T18:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T02:03:04.970+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words from the wall'/><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SeWA4jeyUKI/AAAAAAAAAY0/XCnz8KZzZ-k/s1600-h/flotsam01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SeWA4jeyUKI/AAAAAAAAAY0/XCnz8KZzZ-k/s320/flotsam01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324803843520876706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Sometimes life appears to be the end, but what it really means is a new beginning.

&lt;p&gt;This is what I am experiencing, currently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-1599457326763559371?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/1599457326763559371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=1599457326763559371&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/1599457326763559371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/1599457326763559371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SeWA4jeyUKI/AAAAAAAAAY0/XCnz8KZzZ-k/s72-c/flotsam01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-5841294596870642574</id><published>2009-04-13T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T17:37:00.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bucket Theory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SeL1uz9llpI/AAAAAAAAAYs/7sybfogstws/s1600-h/Second+Bucket+with+handle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SeL1uz9llpI/AAAAAAAAAYs/7sybfogstws/s320/Second+Bucket+with+handle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324087894076659346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
The Bucket Theory is a management or teamwork theory. A bucket can only fill with the volume of water the shortest plank allows. 

&lt;p&gt;In olden days, buckets are made of wooden planks tied together. Once the load of the bucket reached the shortest plank, it will flow out.

&lt;p&gt;The same is like a team. No matter how good the team members are, their quality of work will be just as good as the weakest one. Therefore, the leader must quickly find out the weakest member in the team and train the person up.

&lt;p&gt;This is same as in managing a company. A company needs different department to run. And its quality will be as good as the weakest department. The senior manager should find out which department is the weakest and boost its quality.

&lt;p&gt;In a company, there are departments that often being overlooked and some departments being too emphasis upon. This might be the reason why a company could not expand even though a lot of effort had been put. Meanwhile, this might also be the same reason that brings the company into closing down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-5841294596870642574?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/5841294596870642574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=5841294596870642574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/5841294596870642574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/5841294596870642574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/04/bucket-theory.html' title='The Bucket Theory'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SeL1uz9llpI/AAAAAAAAAYs/7sybfogstws/s72-c/Second+Bucket+with+handle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-5062120193125796526</id><published>2009-04-09T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T18:30:00.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='寓言中的管理艺术'/><title type='text'>挑水别忘了挖井</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/Sd2oUqHhx_I/AAAAAAAAAYk/I4wztaEhAgI/s1600-h/Shekhawati_Camel_Trip_-_Rush_Hour_at_the_Water_Well.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/Sd2oUqHhx_I/AAAAAAAAAYk/I4wztaEhAgI/s320/Shekhawati_Camel_Trip_-_Rush_Hour_at_the_Water_Well.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322595407478507506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
有两个和尚分别住在相邻的两座山上的庙里。两山之间有一条溪，两个和尚每天都会在同一时间下山去溪边挑水。久而久之，他们便成为好朋友了。

&lt;p&gt;弹指一挥间，不知不觉，时间在每天挑水中，一晃就是五个春秋。

&lt;p&gt;忽然有一天，左边这座山的和尚没有下山挑水，右边那座山的和尚心想：“他大概睡过头了。”便不以为意。哪知第二天，左边这座山的和尚，还是没有下山挑水，第三天也一样，过了一个星期，还是一样。直到过了一个月，右边那座山的和尚，终于按耐不住了。他心想：“我的朋友可能生病了，我要过去探望他，看看能帮上什么忙。”于是他便爬上了左边这座山去探望他的老朋友。

&lt;p&gt;等他到达左边这座山的庙看到他的老友之后，大吃一惊。因为他的老友正在庙前打太极拳，一点也不像一个月没喝水的人。他好奇地问：“你已经一个月没有下山挑水了，难道你可以不用喝水吗？”左边这座山的和尚说：“来来来，我带你去看看。”于是，他带着右边那座山的和尚走到庙的后院，指着一口井说：“这五年来，我每天做完功课后，都会抽空挖这口井。虽然我们现在年轻力壮，尚能自己挑水喝，倘若有一天我们都年迈走不动时，我们还能指望别人给我们挑水喝吗？所以，即使我有时很忙，但也没有间断过我的挖井计划，能挖多少算多少。如今，终于让我挖出井，我就不必再下山挑水，我可以有更多的时间，来练习我喜欢的太极拳了。”

&lt;p&gt;我们在工作领域上，工作挣薪水就像是挑水；而我们常常会忘记把握下班后的时间，挖一口属于自己的井，培养自己另一方面的实力，给自己多铺一条路。这样在未来当我们年纪大了，即使体力拼不过年轻人时，我们依然还会有水喝，而且还能喝得很悠闲，且源源不断。

&lt;p&gt;企业在经营时，是否也要为自己“挖一口井”呢？培养新人，给未来投资，这何尝不是企业的长远之“井”呀！

&lt;p&gt;多种一块田，就是为自己多留一条路。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-5062120193125796526?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/5062120193125796526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=5062120193125796526&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/5062120193125796526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/5062120193125796526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_09.html' title='挑水别忘了挖井'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/Sd2oUqHhx_I/AAAAAAAAAYk/I4wztaEhAgI/s72-c/Shekhawati_Camel_Trip_-_Rush_Hour_at_the_Water_Well.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-9100222152666319565</id><published>2009-04-05T12:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T12:24:44.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SdgygMUkNzI/AAAAAAAAAYc/m1V94USv78w/s1600-h/TJI_ClearChannel_Falling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SdgygMUkNzI/AAAAAAAAAYc/m1V94USv78w/s320/TJI_ClearChannel_Falling.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321058488382928690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Why do we fall? So that we can learn to pick ourselves up.

&lt;p&gt;Why do we have limited lifetime? So that we can learn to appreciate life.

&lt;p&gt;Why do our love ones always break our hearts? So that we can know how important they are to us, compare to how little the expectation from them that break our heart.

&lt;p&gt;Why do we have to give since we earn all our belongings by working very hard? So that we can learn to appreciate what we already have.

&lt;p&gt;Why do people take advantage from us? So that we can learn how to protect ourselves from being cheated.

&lt;p&gt;Why does our life get in danger? So that we can learn how to control a situation we once cannot.

&lt;p&gt;Why people who change the world always being killed? So that we can learn how important these people are to us.

&lt;p&gt;Why do people give up? They do not appreciate the thing they once love anymore.

&lt;p&gt;Why do we lose all our most precious belongings? So that we can learn how to earn them back as we once did. 

&lt;p&gt;What if the life we know just vanished over night?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-9100222152666319565?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/9100222152666319565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=9100222152666319565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/9100222152666319565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/9100222152666319565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/04/learn.html' title='Learn'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SdgygMUkNzI/AAAAAAAAAYc/m1V94USv78w/s72-c/TJI_ClearChannel_Falling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-1205373202857612217</id><published>2009-04-02T18:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:48:00.674+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From my friends'/><title type='text'>鸟、猫、牛粪</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SdQh4JnJA6I/AAAAAAAAAYU/LF5Heq4_Xpk/s1600-h/cat-hostage-duck-cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SdQh4JnJA6I/AAAAAAAAAYU/LF5Heq4_Xpk/s320/cat-hostage-duck-cute.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319914308367877026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
　一隻小鳥正在飛往南方過冬的途中。天氣太冷了，小鳥凍僵了，從天上掉下來，跌在一大片農田裡。它躺在田裡的時候，一隻母牛走了過來，而且拉了一泡屎在它身上。凍僵的小鳥躺在牛屎堆裡，發掘牛糞真是太溫暖了。牛糞讓它慢慢緩過勁兒來了！它躺在那兒，又暖和又開心，不久就開始高興地唱起歌來了。一隻路過的貓聽到了小鳥的歌聲，走過來查個究竟。順著聲音，貓發現了躲在牛糞中的小鳥，非常敏捷地將它刨了出來，並將它給吃了！

　　&lt;p&gt;這個故事的寓意是……

　　&lt;p&gt;1)不是每個在你身上拉屎的都是你的敵人。

　　&lt;p&gt;2)不是每個把你從屎堆中拉出來的都是你的朋友。

　　&lt;p&gt;3)而且，當你陷入深深的屎堆當中(身陷困境)的時候，閉上你的鳥嘴！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-1205373202857612217?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/1205373202857612217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=1205373202857612217&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/1205373202857612217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/1205373202857612217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='鸟、猫、牛粪'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SdQh4JnJA6I/AAAAAAAAAYU/LF5Heq4_Xpk/s72-c/cat-hostage-duck-cute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-3466780862355312298</id><published>2009-03-31T18:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T16:06:19.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SdFzLyN_4lI/AAAAAAAAAYM/9iEtgV2atSU/s1600-h/Lion1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SdFzLyN_4lI/AAAAAAAAAYM/9iEtgV2atSU/s320/Lion1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319159281197507154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
DNAs in all living creatures are similar with ours. Our chromosome is 80% in average similar with animals.
&lt;p&gt;So, the mystery is solved. God did not make us look like him. It seems the other way round. We are the one that think he looks like us.
&lt;p&gt;Why do you think our ancestors bring our level so high up among all creatures, near to god? We might be the intelligent one. We dominate the world. We destroy other people’s religion, which might also be god’s work while claiming it as god’s will. Do you really think all these bring us nearer to god? Or is it further?
&lt;p&gt;The answer is pride. We cannot accept that we are wrong. We have to be right all the time, like we are god himself.
&lt;p&gt;What if god makes animals our ancestors? What is so hard to let go? Is it our pride?
&lt;p&gt;We do not behave like them is what most important. That’s all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-3466780862355312298?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/3466780862355312298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=3466780862355312298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/3466780862355312298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/3466780862355312298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/03/pride.html' title='Pride'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SdFzLyN_4lI/AAAAAAAAAYM/9iEtgV2atSU/s72-c/Lion1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-1087229222355269731</id><published>2009-03-30T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:33:01.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>国境之南(海角七号主题曲)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SdBp40b8h_I/AAAAAAAAAYE/43MPsWbz7kc/s1600-h/U105P28T3D2136747F326DT20080814172044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SdBp40b8h_I/AAAAAAAAAYE/43MPsWbz7kc/s320/U105P28T3D2136747F326DT20080814172044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318867584794003442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;如果海会说话
&lt;p&gt;如果风爱上砂
&lt;p&gt;如果有些想念遗忘在某个长假
&lt;p&gt;我会聆听浪花让风吹过头发
&lt;p&gt;任记忆里的爱情在时间潮汐里喧哗 
&lt;p&gt;非得等春天远了夏天才近了
&lt;p&gt;我是在回首时终于懂得
&lt;p&gt;当阳光 再次回到那飘着雨的国境之南
&lt;p&gt;我会试着把
&lt;p&gt;那一年的故事再接下去说完
&lt;p&gt;当阳光 再次离开那太晴朗的国境之南
&lt;p&gt;妳会不会把
&lt;p&gt;妳曾带走的爱在告别前用微笑全归还
&lt;p&gt;海很蓝 星光灿烂
&lt;p&gt;我仍空着我的臂弯
&lt;p&gt;天很宽 在我独自唱歌的夜晚
&lt;p&gt;请原谅我的爱诉说的太缓慢 
&lt;p&gt;当阳光 再次回到那飘着雨的国境之南
&lt;p&gt;我会试着把那一年的故事再接下去说完
&lt;p&gt;当阳光 再次离开那太晴朗的国境之南
&lt;p&gt;妳会不会把妳曾带走的爱在告别前用微笑全归还&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-1087229222355269731?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/1087229222355269731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=1087229222355269731&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/1087229222355269731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/1087229222355269731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_30.html' title='国境之南(海角七号主题曲)'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SdBp40b8h_I/AAAAAAAAAYE/43MPsWbz7kc/s72-c/U105P28T3D2136747F326DT20080814172044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-6639516903227139365</id><published>2009-03-27T18:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T18:22:01.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanished</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/ScyRVJoOrdI/AAAAAAAAAX8/PHCuRWW04fw/s1600-h/vinerb-711639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/ScyRVJoOrdI/AAAAAAAAAX8/PHCuRWW04fw/s320/vinerb-711639.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317785052565646802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;One morning, when you wake up, you found yourself lying on a garden near to your house. You feel very strange because you remember sleeping at home on your bed last night. Your parents even wished you good night.

&lt;p&gt;You walk back to your home, feeling creepy. When you almost reach, you see from far that your house is old and empty. You could not believe it. It is like the property has been abandoned for years. 

&lt;p&gt;You ask your neighbor what happen. Your neighbor, which used to attend your birthday parties, look at you with suspicious sight, told you that the house has been abandoned since its owner died in a car crash 20 years ago. 

&lt;p&gt;Something hit your mind at that moment. You remember there was an accident 20 years ago but you could not remember what happen next. All you can see is you go to school, make friends, graduate, get a job… as normal as it seems.

&lt;p&gt;You borrow your neighbor’s phone, couldn’t believe the reality, and try to call your parents. “The number you have dialed, is not in service,” is what you get in return.

&lt;p&gt;You go to your office, in horror, wondering if this is a dream. Your colleagues refuse to open the door for you. You know who they are but none of them see you before.

&lt;p&gt;Worrying that they might call the police, you walk back down the street. Every thing seems normal, as yesterday. But all of them do not seem to have any connection with you, as if you have just arrived this morning into earth. It seems that you are a stranger in you own, familiar world.

&lt;p&gt;A clear picture formed in your mind. You do not want to accept it. You saw your life vanished over one night. A voice speaks softly in your ear, as if it is god himself, “This is the reality, the past is just an illusion.”

&lt;p&gt;What will you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-6639516903227139365?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/6639516903227139365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=6639516903227139365&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/6639516903227139365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/6639516903227139365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/03/vanished.html' title='Vanished'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/ScyRVJoOrdI/AAAAAAAAAX8/PHCuRWW04fw/s72-c/vinerb-711639.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-3940448961328942635</id><published>2009-03-24T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T19:06:00.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comparison also Creates Conflicts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SciymfmIBlI/AAAAAAAAAXk/imepro2My-U/s1600-h/ANGRY_FACE_by_Jobi_WanKenobi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SciymfmIBlI/AAAAAAAAAXk/imepro2My-U/s320/ANGRY_FACE_by_Jobi_WanKenobi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316695734497052242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
People like to compare. They compare their skills, personality, belongings, assets, appearance, siblings, partners, parents…
&lt;p&gt;Aren’t every individual is separated and different? What is there to compare?
&lt;p&gt;E.g. this bread is not as beautiful as a ring.
&lt;p&gt;Of course, it is a bread not a ring…Duh!
&lt;p&gt;Some people are worst. They are slidely successful than the beginers and thought every decent human in the world should be like them. 
&lt;p&gt;These human will then ordered people to walk their path, insult people that do not do as they say, create a “gang”, criticise others that does better than them, etc.
&lt;p&gt;These are the people that do not respect different individual. They love loyal “dogs” that always do what they ordered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-3940448961328942635?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/3940448961328942635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=3940448961328942635&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/3940448961328942635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/3940448961328942635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/03/comparison-also-creates-conflicts.html' title='Comparison also Creates Conflicts'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SciymfmIBlI/AAAAAAAAAXk/imepro2My-U/s72-c/ANGRY_FACE_by_Jobi_WanKenobi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-3260790103833109409</id><published>2009-03-23T11:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T11:25:07.081+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(海角七号)的7封情信'/><title type='text'>第七封</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SccAtVkTvNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/y7zJk-yEnuo/s1600-h/465f4af0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SccAtVkTvNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/y7zJk-yEnuo/s320/465f4af0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316218664017706194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
友子，我已经平安著陆 
&lt;p&gt;七天的航行 
&lt;p&gt;我终於踩上我战后残破的土地 
&lt;p&gt;可是我却开始思念海洋 
&lt;p&gt;这海洋为何总是站在 
&lt;p&gt;希望和灭绝的两个极端 
&lt;p&gt;这是我的最后一封信 
&lt;p&gt;待会我就会把信寄出去 
&lt;p&gt;这容不下爱情的海洋 
&lt;p&gt;至少还容得下相思吧！ 
&lt;p&gt;友子，我的相思你一定要收到 
&lt;p&gt;这样你才会原谅我一点点 
&lt;p&gt;我想我会把你放在我心里一辈子 
&lt;p&gt;就算娶妻、生子 
&lt;p&gt;在人生重要的转折点上 
&lt;p&gt;一定会浮现… 
&lt;p&gt;你提著笨重的行李逃家 
&lt;p&gt;在遣返的人潮中，你孤单地站著 
&lt;p&gt;你戴著那顶… 
&lt;p&gt;存了好久的钱才买来的白色针织帽 
&lt;p&gt;是为了让我能在人群中发现你吧！ 
&lt;p&gt;我看见了…我看见了… 
&lt;p&gt;你安静不动地站著 
&lt;p&gt;你像七月的烈日 
&lt;p&gt;让我不敢再多看你一眼 
&lt;p&gt;你站得如此安静 
&lt;p&gt;我刻意冰凉的心，却又顿时燃起 
&lt;p&gt;我伤心，又不敢让遗憾流露 
&lt;p&gt;我心里嘀咕，嘴巴却一声不吭 
&lt;p&gt;我知道，思念这庸俗的字眼 
&lt;p&gt;将如阳光下的黑影 
&lt;p&gt;我逃他追…我追他逃… 
&lt;p&gt;一辈子 

&lt;p&gt;我会假装你忘了我 
&lt;p&gt;假装你将你我的过往 
&lt;p&gt;像候鸟一般从记忆中迁徙 
&lt;p&gt;假装你已走过寒冬迎接春天 
&lt;p&gt;我会假装… 
&lt;p&gt;一直到自以为一切都是真的！ 
&lt;p&gt;然后… 
&lt;p&gt;祝你一生永远幸福！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-3260790103833109409?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/3260790103833109409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=3260790103833109409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/3260790103833109409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/3260790103833109409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_23.html' title='第七封'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SccAtVkTvNI/AAAAAAAAAXc/y7zJk-yEnuo/s72-c/465f4af0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-3293601030466617016</id><published>2009-03-18T15:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T15:27:32.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God, Heaven and Apple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/ScCiWLOq_CI/AAAAAAAAAXM/5Fq2GtFCjqo/s1600-h/10202007-Apple_Field_Sky_Orig_Apples_450px.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/ScCiWLOq_CI/AAAAAAAAAXM/5Fq2GtFCjqo/s320/10202007-Apple_Field_Sky_Orig_Apples_450px.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314426062152334370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
My grandma (from my father side) had past away, a couple of days ago. Many thoughts came to me during the melancholy funeral.

&lt;p&gt;A part from refreshing the memory with my grandma, I began to wonder why we get in to this world in the first place. It’s not like I could take away all the money and luxury with me when I am done here. I even doubt if there is such thing as heaven.

&lt;p&gt;If there is a heaven, I would hope that I will not be there. There will always be trouble when you deal with people. I really doubt if heaven is an excluded place. Yes, only good people go to heaven. But I have seen good people turned bad. What if heaven have certain percentage of bad people in it? Isn’t it going to bring heaven down to the same level as this world?

&lt;p&gt;That is why I do not believe that we are here to make a path to heaven. Sometimes I even think that heaven is created by fools (not god) because it will be the same place as our world here. How god could make such useless place? Aren’t we insulting god’s intelligent when we said good people go to heaven?

&lt;p&gt;Otherwise why are we here for? To get married and reproduce? This will only prove that Darwin is damn right, which we are here to survive. Those that can best adapt into the world live. (I kind of agree with him.)

&lt;p&gt;If you are waiting for an answer from me, I am sorry, I do not have it. All I can tell you is we chose to come into this world; we have to find why we made the decision, as why Adam ate the apple that is forbidden millions of years ago; why god created the apple that is going to be forbidden? Is the apple created by god or did Adam created it himself, just to experience the luxury of it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-3293601030466617016?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/3293601030466617016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=3293601030466617016&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/3293601030466617016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/3293601030466617016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/03/god-heaven-and-apple.html' title='God, Heaven and Apple'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/ScCiWLOq_CI/AAAAAAAAAXM/5Fq2GtFCjqo/s72-c/10202007-Apple_Field_Sky_Orig_Apples_450px.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-5549120921585870839</id><published>2009-03-17T08:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T08:21:01.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>第六封</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/Sb3J8TV8vtI/AAAAAAAAAXE/y2sVpHVzCbo/s1600-h/%E4%B8%AD%E5%AD%9D%E4%BB%8B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/Sb3J8TV8vtI/AAAAAAAAAXE/y2sVpHVzCbo/s320/%E4%B8%AD%E5%AD%9D%E4%BB%8B.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313625173188722386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
海上气温16度 
&lt;p&gt;风速12节、水深97米 
&lt;p&gt;已经看见了几只海鸟 
&lt;p&gt;预计明天入夜前我们即将登陆 
&lt;p&gt;友子… 
&lt;p&gt;我把我在台湾的相簿都留给你 
&lt;p&gt;就寄放在你母亲那儿 
&lt;p&gt;但我偷了其中一张 
&lt;p&gt;是你在海边玩水的那张 
&lt;p&gt;照片里的海没风也没雨 
&lt;p&gt;照片里的你，笑得就像在天堂 
&lt;p&gt;不管你的未来将属於谁 
&lt;p&gt;谁都配不上你 
&lt;p&gt;原本以为我能将美好回忆妥善打包 
&lt;p&gt;到头来却发现我能携走的只有虚无 
&lt;p&gt;我真的很想你！ 
&lt;p&gt;啊，彩虹！ 
&lt;p&gt;但愿这彩虹的两端 
&lt;p&gt;足以跨过海洋，连结我和你&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-5549120921585870839?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/5549120921585870839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=5549120921585870839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/5549120921585870839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/5549120921585870839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_17.html' title='第六封'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/Sb3J8TV8vtI/AAAAAAAAAXE/y2sVpHVzCbo/s72-c/%E4%B8%AD%E5%AD%9D%E4%BB%8B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-9067444501747825323</id><published>2009-03-13T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T15:01:02.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gray Area between Science and Religion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SboEWRVP-vI/AAAAAAAAAW8/wO3lMOK_HLk/s1600-h/Angels_%26_Demons_-_by_Dan_Brown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SboEWRVP-vI/AAAAAAAAAW8/wO3lMOK_HLk/s320/Angels_%26_Demons_-_by_Dan_Brown.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312563491093084914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Since the beginning of time, spirituality and religion have been called on to fill in the gaps that science did not understand. The rising and setting of the sun was once attributed to Helios and a flaming chariot. Earthquakes and tidal waves were the wrath of Poseidon. Science has now proven to be false idols. Science has now provided answers to almost every question man can ask. There are only a few questions left, and they are the esoteric ones, such as where do we come from? What are we doing here? What is the meaning of life and the universe?

&lt;p&gt;Science and religion are not at odds. Science is simply too young to understand.

&lt;p&gt;- a few lines from Dan Brown’s Angels and Demons -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-9067444501747825323?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/9067444501747825323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=9067444501747825323&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/9067444501747825323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/9067444501747825323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/03/gray-area-between-science-and-religion.html' title='The Gray Area between Science and Religion'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SboEWRVP-vI/AAAAAAAAAW8/wO3lMOK_HLk/s72-c/Angels_%26_Demons_-_by_Dan_Brown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-433958775924789701</id><published>2009-03-12T16:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T16:33:49.282+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(海角七号)的7封情信'/><title type='text'>第五封</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SbjI1ENtb2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/gKXVzv1s-yA/s1600-h/1321044302-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SbjI1ENtb2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/gKXVzv1s-yA/s320/1321044302-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312216574473367394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;天亮了，但又有何关系 
&lt;p&gt;反正日光总是带来浓雾 
&lt;p&gt;黎明前的一段恍惚 
&lt;p&gt;我见到了日后的你韶华已逝 
&lt;p&gt;日后的我发秃眼垂 
&lt;p&gt;晨雾如飘雪，覆盖了我额上的皱纹 
&lt;p&gt;骄阳如烈焰，焚枯了你秀发的乌黑 
&lt;p&gt;你我心中最后一点余热完全凋零 
&lt;p&gt;友子… 
&lt;p&gt;请原谅我这身无用的躯体&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-433958775924789701?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/433958775924789701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=433958775924789701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/433958775924789701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/433958775924789701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_12.html' title='第五封'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SbjI1ENtb2I/AAAAAAAAAW0/gKXVzv1s-yA/s72-c/1321044302-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-8870890840908736710</id><published>2009-03-10T18:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:20:55.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Shirt Reminds Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SbY-_xP6-PI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Mgk4LL23yK0/s1600-h/extreme_ironing4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SbY-_xP6-PI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Mgk4LL23yK0/s320/extreme_ironing4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311502075802876146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
This morning when I wanted to iron my shirt before going to work, I find my shirt quite straight that it almost no needs to be ironed. I am pretty sure of this because it is our family culture that everyone irons their own clothes.

&lt;p&gt;This made me recall that I had ironed it the last time I wear it. After that, it had gone through the washing machine and then dried under the sun. This process will wrinkle the shirt a little.

&lt;p&gt;What if I did not iron the shirt the last time? It will not be as straight as now and I will not wear it out to meet people. But now it is different. If I am in a rush, I can just put it on and go. I got this advantage because I have ironed it the last time I wore it.

&lt;p&gt;This might be a boring finding but it does reminds me that what we do in the past results in the present and what we do now will determine our future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-8870890840908736710?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/8870890840908736710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=8870890840908736710&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/8870890840908736710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/8870890840908736710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-shirt-reminds-me.html' title='What a Shirt Reminds Me'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SbY-_xP6-PI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Mgk4LL23yK0/s72-c/extreme_ironing4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-2136242157682265603</id><published>2009-03-05T09:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T10:08:54.046+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(海角七号)的7封情信'/><title type='text'>第四封</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/Sa80LwxfXUI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Ht6Anw1aUug/s1600-h/U2519P28T3D2238341F329DT20081106093357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309519862368787778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/Sa80LwxfXUI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Ht6Anw1aUug/s320/U2519P28T3D2238341F329DT20081106093357.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;十二月的海总是带著愤怒

&lt;p&gt;我承受著耻辱和悔恨的臭味

&lt;p&gt;陪同不安静地晃荡

&lt;p&gt;不明白我到底是归乡

&lt;p&gt;还是离乡！


&lt;p&gt;傍晚，已经进入了日本海

&lt;p&gt;白天我头痛欲裂

&lt;p&gt;可恨的浓雾

&lt;p&gt;阻挡了我一整个白天的视线

&lt;p&gt;而现在的星光真美

&lt;p&gt;记得你才是中学一年级小女生时

&lt;p&gt;就胆敢以天狗食月的农村传说

&lt;p&gt;来挑战我月蚀的天文理论吗？

&lt;p&gt;再说一件不怕你挑战的理论

&lt;p&gt;你知道我们现在所看到的星光

&lt;p&gt;是自几亿光年远的星球上

&lt;p&gt;所发射过来的吗？

&lt;p&gt;哇，几亿光年发射出来的光

&lt;p&gt;我们现在才看到

&lt;p&gt;几亿光年的台湾岛和日本岛

&lt;p&gt;又是什麼样子呢？

&lt;p&gt;山还是山，海还是海

&lt;p&gt;却不见了人

&lt;p&gt;我想再多看几眼星空

&lt;p&gt;在这什麼都善变的人世间里

&lt;p&gt;我想看一下永恒

&lt;p&gt;遇见了要往台湾避冬的乌鱼群

&lt;p&gt;我把对你的相思寄放在其中的一只

&lt;p&gt;希望你的渔人父亲可以捕获

&lt;p&gt;友子，尽管他的气味辛酸

&lt;p&gt;你也一定要尝一口

&lt;p&gt;你会明白…

&lt;p&gt;我不是抛弃你，我是舍不得你

&lt;p&gt;我在众人熟睡的甲板上反覆低喃

&lt;p&gt;我不是抛弃你，我是舍不得你&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-2136242157682265603?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/2136242157682265603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=2136242157682265603&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/2136242157682265603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/2136242157682265603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='第四封'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/Sa80LwxfXUI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Ht6Anw1aUug/s72-c/U2519P28T3D2238341F329DT20081106093357.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-1366035469700511646</id><published>2009-03-03T11:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T12:00:00.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SayrMK_9nhI/AAAAAAAAAWM/mCBN8Cn1zNI/s1600-h/2063936-2-abstract-wave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SayrMK_9nhI/AAAAAAAAAWM/mCBN8Cn1zNI/s320/2063936-2-abstract-wave.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308806286362385938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
After a few rounds, I started to wonder why everyone gives the same respond. This started to bore me up. 

&lt;p&gt;At first I accepted older people saying that this is life, it is meant to be like this.

&lt;p&gt;But then I realize that the respond people gave is based upon the action I projected.

&lt;p&gt;I, actually, can change my action if I want a different respond.
The name for this process is called ‘progress’.

&lt;p&gt;I begin to believe that everything in life has a cause. It won’t just happen for no reason and no, it is not life. It is more like we choose to let it happen because we are afraid of progress, while hiding our cowardness behind the reason “destiny”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-1366035469700511646?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/1366035469700511646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=1366035469700511646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/1366035469700511646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/1366035469700511646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/03/progress.html' title='Progress'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SayrMK_9nhI/AAAAAAAAAWM/mCBN8Cn1zNI/s72-c/2063936-2-abstract-wave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-8092368704056580574</id><published>2009-02-27T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T18:13:12.029+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(海角七号)的7封情信'/><title type='text'>第三封</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/Sae8cqBZchI/AAAAAAAAAWE/S8AgdCHuYw0/s1600-h/%E6%B5%B7%E8%A7%92%E4%B8%83%E8%99%9F--%E7%94%B0%E4%B8%AD%E5%8D%83%E7%B9%AA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/Sae8cqBZchI/AAAAAAAAAWE/S8AgdCHuYw0/s320/%E6%B5%B7%E8%A7%92%E4%B8%83%E8%99%9F--%E7%94%B0%E4%B8%AD%E5%8D%83%E7%B9%AA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307417886381928978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
友子 
&lt;p&gt;才几天的航行 
&lt;p&gt;海风所带来的哭声已让我苍老许多 
&lt;p&gt;我不愿离开甲板，也不愿睡觉 
&lt;p&gt;我心里已经做好盘算 
&lt;p&gt;一旦让我著陆 
&lt;p&gt;我将一辈子不愿再看见大海 
&lt;p&gt;海风啊，为何总是带来哭声呢？ 
&lt;p&gt;爱人哭、嫁人哭、生孩子哭 
&lt;p&gt;想著你未来可能的幸福我总是会哭 
&lt;p&gt;只是我的泪水 
&lt;p&gt;总是在涌出前就被海风吹乾 
&lt;p&gt;涌不出泪水的哭泣，让我更苍老了 
&lt;p&gt;可恶的风 
&lt;p&gt;可恶的月光 
&lt;p&gt;可恶的海&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-8092368704056580574?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/8092368704056580574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=8092368704056580574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/8092368704056580574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/8092368704056580574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_27.html' title='第三封'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/Sae8cqBZchI/AAAAAAAAAWE/S8AgdCHuYw0/s72-c/%E6%B5%B7%E8%A7%92%E4%B8%83%E8%99%9F--%E7%94%B0%E4%B8%AD%E5%8D%83%E7%B9%AA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-1336873042339563232</id><published>2009-02-25T18:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:18:44.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choice of the Rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SaUaR5Z50ZI/AAAAAAAAAV8/L8zjB7lDl_0/s1600-h/rock3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SaUaR5Z50ZI/AAAAAAAAAV8/L8zjB7lDl_0/s320/rock3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306676630695563666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Have you ever wonder how long a rock beside the road remains in a rock form when compare to human in human form?

&lt;p&gt;Have you ever wonder how long dripping water takes to get through a rock when compare to human? It took years for a rock but it only needs a few drops to make a human move away.

&lt;p&gt;Have you ever wondered why rocks do not need intelligent while human needs it? Aren’t both in the same world?

&lt;p&gt;Have you ever wondered why rocks live longer than human although human are far smarter and more powerful?

&lt;p&gt;Have you ever wonder why the rock chose to live longer period but without intelligence; and why human chose to live much shorter period with intelligent and power?

&lt;p&gt;The question is why rock chose this life package while human chose the others? We already made the choice. We are here to know why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-1336873042339563232?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/1336873042339563232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=1336873042339563232&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/1336873042339563232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/1336873042339563232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/02/choice-of-rock.html' title='Choice of the Rock'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SaUaR5Z50ZI/AAAAAAAAAV8/L8zjB7lDl_0/s72-c/rock3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-9077827436299330699</id><published>2009-02-24T14:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T14:31:23.770+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(海角七号)的7封情信'/><title type='text'>第二封</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SaOUILh3HbI/AAAAAAAAAV0/-w0k9wYH8n8/s1600-h/cape7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SaOUILh3HbI/AAAAAAAAAV0/-w0k9wYH8n8/s320/cape7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306247654227254706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
第三天 
&lt;p&gt;该怎麼克制自己不去想你 
&lt;p&gt;你是南方艳阳下成长的学生 
&lt;p&gt;我是从飘雪的北方渡洋过海的老师 
&lt;p&gt;我们是这麼的不同 
&lt;p&gt;为何却会如此的相爱 
&lt;p&gt;我怀念艳阳…我怀念热风… 
&lt;p&gt;我犹有记忆你被红蚁惹毛的样子 
&lt;p&gt;我知道我不该嘲笑你 
&lt;p&gt;但你踩著红蚁的样子真美 
&lt;p&gt;像踩著一种奇幻的舞步 
&lt;p&gt;愤怒、强烈又带著轻挑的嬉笑… 
&lt;p&gt;友子，我就是那时爱上你的… 
&lt;p&gt;多希望这时有暴风 
&lt;p&gt;把我淹没在这台湾与日本间的海域 
&lt;p&gt;这样我就不必为了我的懦弱负责&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-9077827436299330699?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/9077827436299330699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=9077827436299330699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/9077827436299330699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/9077827436299330699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_24.html' title='第二封'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SaOUILh3HbI/AAAAAAAAAV0/-w0k9wYH8n8/s72-c/cape7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-6410131385021557225</id><published>2009-02-22T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T20:56:51.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choice and Consequences</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SaFLi60wfwI/AAAAAAAAAVs/X9thduXrqVw/s1600-h/cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SaFLi60wfwI/AAAAAAAAAVs/X9thduXrqVw/s320/cartoon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305604899297328898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
John is born in a poor family. His mom and dad is a normal factory worker. So, John grew up and decided to work in the factory. He chooses that way because that is the only thing he knows to do.

&lt;p&gt;Jack is born in a poor family, too. His parents work in the same factory as John’s parents, and receive the same salary and position. Jack is a rich man now with a successful company running under him, earning him millions a year. He chooses that way because he thought working as a worker only makes his boss richer.

&lt;p&gt;Jason is born in a poor family with his parents work together with John and Jack’s parents. Jason is a rich man, as well, as he is a politician. He chooses to be a politician because he thinks being controlled by others is the main reason that causes a miserable life. So, he learned to manipulate people in order to get him into power, even though he has to sacrifice innocence to keep him in power.

&lt;p&gt;Will god choose to let…

&lt;p&gt;1. Some new laws being passed by the government that all the poor will be a slave with no right.

&lt;p&gt;2. Some communist government takes over and everyone has to split their assets.

&lt;p&gt;3. The people decided to clean up the corrupted government.

&lt;p&gt;4. A huge rock hit the earth and destroys everything.

&lt;p&gt;5. All three of them will live a good life and die of old age.

&lt;p&gt;If you have god’s power, which will you choose? (Think carefully of the consequences.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-6410131385021557225?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/6410131385021557225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=6410131385021557225&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/6410131385021557225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/6410131385021557225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/02/choice-and-consequences.html' title='Choice and Consequences'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SaFLi60wfwI/AAAAAAAAAVs/X9thduXrqVw/s72-c/cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-5536837991394804797</id><published>2009-02-19T09:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T10:02:27.294+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(海角七号)的7封情信'/><title type='text'>第一封</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SZy9lCirICI/AAAAAAAAAVk/OpEc4li3uys/s1600-h/b94c49bd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SZy9lCirICI/AAAAAAAAAVk/OpEc4li3uys/s320/b94c49bd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304322905170714658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
一九四五年十二月二十五日 
&lt;p&gt;友子，太阳已经完全没入了海面 
&lt;p&gt;我真的已经完全看不见台湾岛了 
&lt;p&gt;你还站在那里等我吗？ 

&lt;p&gt;友子 
&lt;p&gt;请原谅我这个懦弱的男人 
&lt;p&gt;从来不敢承认我们两人的相爱 
&lt;p&gt;我甚至已经忘记 
&lt;p&gt;我是如何迷上那个不照规定理发 
&lt;p&gt;而惹得我大发雷霆的女孩了 
&lt;p&gt;友子 
&lt;p&gt;你固执不讲理、爱玩爱流行 
&lt;p&gt;我却如此受不住的迷恋你 
&lt;p&gt;只是好不容易你毕业了 
&lt;p&gt;我们却战败了 
&lt;p&gt;我是战败国的子民 
&lt;p&gt;贵族的骄傲瞬间堕落为犯人的枷 
&lt;p&gt;我只是个穷教师 
&lt;p&gt;为何要背负一个民族的罪 
&lt;p&gt;时代的宿命是时代的罪过 
&lt;p&gt;我只是个穷教师 
&lt;p&gt;我爱你，却必须放弃你&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-5536837991394804797?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/5536837991394804797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=5536837991394804797&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/5536837991394804797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/5536837991394804797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_19.html' title='第一封'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SZy9lCirICI/AAAAAAAAAVk/OpEc4li3uys/s72-c/b94c49bd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-8685317571877711931</id><published>2009-02-16T01:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T01:38:52.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Between Religions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SZhTIh45UyI/AAAAAAAAAVc/g6Vt7QbUEDo/s1600-h/Bride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SZhTIh45UyI/AAAAAAAAAVc/g6Vt7QbUEDo/s320/Bride.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303079967229825826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Jane falls in love with Jake who believes in different religion. Both religions are well known religions which have millions of followers around the world.

&lt;p&gt;Jane believes that her religion has a very well believe system that can nurture both self and brings the world to peace.

&lt;p&gt;Jake has an opinion that his god can only bless families which each member believe the same god. This tradition has been practiced for thousands of years and it is very true so far.

&lt;p&gt;Yet both of them did not choose the religion themselves. They are born in the family with different religion.

&lt;p&gt;Both of them, after years of trying, separated. Yet, they still missed each other, still talk to each other through phone every night, but don’t have solution. What do you think their future will be? They will end their life unable to live with their only love.

&lt;p&gt;To be true, both of them are only one of the many true-love couples in the world in thousands of years since religion is invented.

&lt;p&gt;Pathetic, isn’t it?

&lt;p&gt;Let’s not think which religions are truer. Do you think this is what god wanted? 

&lt;p&gt;Isn’t god want all human to be happy?

&lt;p&gt;If god only blesses those that believe in him, isn’t that brings him down to human level, which we call selfish?

&lt;p&gt;Isn’t god will love everyone, and wish every single person he creates happy, whether he/she believes in him or not?

&lt;p&gt;If Jake and Jane cannot love each other and be happy, how can they fulfill god’s wish, which is to live happy.

&lt;p&gt;Did god wish them to be separated, because both of them believe in him, only in different way?

&lt;p&gt;Maybe (just maybe) Jake and Jane case is a way god want his creations to solve this believe system problem, which had failed even though after thousands of years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-8685317571877711931?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/8685317571877711931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=8685317571877711931&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/8685317571877711931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/8685317571877711931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-between-religions.html' title='Love Between Religions'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SZhTIh45UyI/AAAAAAAAAVc/g6Vt7QbUEDo/s72-c/Bride.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-5596693545734737867</id><published>2009-02-11T09:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T09:31:33.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SZIqX0ngVVI/AAAAAAAAAVU/sYK_GUENg7g/s1600-h/Bus-stop_682_423596a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SZIqX0ngVVI/AAAAAAAAAVU/sYK_GUENg7g/s320/Bus-stop_682_423596a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301346300118193490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Galileo did not wait for the apple to drop on his head to discover gravitational force.

&lt;p&gt;Isaac Newton did not wait for his force equation to appear after the apple fell on his head.

&lt;p&gt;Einstein did not wait for high technology that can disperse laser when he invented it.

&lt;p&gt;Hawking did not wait for a spaceship powerful enough to take him far in to the space so that he can explain The Black Hole.
What are you waiting for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-5596693545734737867?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/5596693545734737867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=5596693545734737867&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/5596693545734737867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/5596693545734737867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/02/waiting.html' title='The Waiting'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SZIqX0ngVVI/AAAAAAAAAVU/sYK_GUENg7g/s72-c/Bus-stop_682_423596a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-1658875242410041576</id><published>2009-02-07T11:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T11:22:14.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contradict Function of Emotion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SYz-MgznxoI/AAAAAAAAAVM/Yc1l0rvWNZU/s1600-h/FaceAdaptation.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SYz-MgznxoI/AAAAAAAAAVM/Yc1l0rvWNZU/s320/FaceAdaptation.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299890352426567298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
We help the unfortunate, stand for justice and believe in things more important than our life because we have emotion. Our emotion connects to the unfortunate’s emotion and drives us do things we never thought we could.

&lt;p&gt;We often curse those who do not admit their mistakes while letting their mistakes victimize life of innocence. Our emotion connects to the victim’s emotion and makes us do things we shouldn’t do. This will brought us deep down in dept of sin.

&lt;p&gt;What have emotion brought us? A more interesting life with suffer in return?

&lt;p&gt;What if we do not have emotion? Then we will be like robot that only do our duties and follow orders. But robots never do right or wrong, they only follow orders from the emotional people, which always have the idea of right and wrong, good and bad. 

&lt;p&gt;Perhaps we shouldn't have emotion. Perhaps we should replace it with gratitude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-1658875242410041576?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/1658875242410041576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=1658875242410041576&amp;isPopup=true' title='49 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/1658875242410041576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/1658875242410041576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/02/contradict-function-of-emotion.html' title='Contradict Function of Emotion'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SYz-MgznxoI/AAAAAAAAAVM/Yc1l0rvWNZU/s72-c/FaceAdaptation.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>49</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-5761390054206089468</id><published>2009-02-03T11:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T11:42:12.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>可悲的人</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SYe9DUcVQFI/AAAAAAAAAVE/r0MiODaEoa0/s1600-h/a93463cf2f2fdc32f9dc6164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SYe9DUcVQFI/AAAAAAAAAVE/r0MiODaEoa0/s320/a93463cf2f2fdc32f9dc6164.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298411351349477458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
当一个善良的人要离开的时候，我们总是会想尽办法、费尽力气和口水将他多留一阵。

&lt;p&gt;当一个可恶的人要离开的时候，我们总是希望他昨天就已经离开。因为他离开了自己就会比较好过。

&lt;p&gt;人是一种可悲的生物，总是想把昨天的快乐留住，虽然他们非常清楚那是不可能的事。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-5761390054206089468?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/5761390054206089468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=5761390054206089468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/5761390054206089468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/5761390054206089468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='可悲的人'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SYe9DUcVQFI/AAAAAAAAAVE/r0MiODaEoa0/s72-c/a93463cf2f2fdc32f9dc6164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-6270735628584539626</id><published>2009-02-02T18:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T18:26:42.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man Who Fish &amp; The Fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SYbJlPRG6jI/AAAAAAAAAU0/KJq1ODAFDcc/s1600-h/bass_fishing_donts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SYbJlPRG6jI/AAAAAAAAAU0/KJq1ODAFDcc/s320/bass_fishing_donts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298143653238598194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
A man is fishing in a pond. Another man told the first man that fishing is a cruel activity because it hurts the fish that tries to fill their stomach.

&lt;p&gt;The first man denies it by saying that only the greedy fish will get harm on fishing. Those down-to-earth fish will not get any wound.

&lt;p&gt;A lady walks up and ask, “What about the intention of the man who fish?”

&lt;p&gt;Aren't the man who fish and the fish that bites the hook have the same intention? 

&lt;p&gt;What I am trying to say here is that how can the man accused the fish as he is doing the same thing as the fish? Don't you think that the fish is more honorable that the man? At least the fish did not accuse anyone on its deed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-6270735628584539626?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/6270735628584539626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=6270735628584539626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/6270735628584539626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/6270735628584539626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/02/man-who-fish-fish.html' title='The Man Who Fish &amp; The Fish'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SYbJlPRG6jI/AAAAAAAAAU0/KJq1ODAFDcc/s72-c/bass_fishing_donts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-1836321812271315697</id><published>2009-01-30T12:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T12:53:28.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Middle of No Where</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SYKHv3yGJCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/v3FyykBfu48/s1600-h/DSC00966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SYKHv3yGJCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/v3FyykBfu48/s320/DSC00966.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296945368238793762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
One day, a man wakes up and find him on a middle of a road heading to some place he do not know. He look back and sees a thousands yards cliff deep down that if he jumps it will lead him back to where he came from.

&lt;p&gt;He then tries to look pass the road in front, sees where it will lead him. But the road seems endless that he could have died before he reaches the end of it.

&lt;p&gt;Just when he is thinking whether he should step forward to the road, sees what the road have for him or step backward down the cliff to end his life; the land where he is stepping starts to crack. The man has no choice but to step forward to the road or he will end up dead down the cliff.

&lt;p&gt;Aren’t we all born as this man? In the middle of no where, force to step forward while we still not clear where the road leads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-1836321812271315697?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/1836321812271315697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=1836321812271315697&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/1836321812271315697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/1836321812271315697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-middle-of-no-where.html' title='In the Middle of No Where'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SYKHv3yGJCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/v3FyykBfu48/s72-c/DSC00966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-2371077376013392289</id><published>2009-01-22T18:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T18:27:47.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blind &amp; the Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SXhKEYzHtgI/AAAAAAAAATI/fDbhAvQQSDQ/s1600-h/infant-A-Rishellweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SXhKEYzHtgI/AAAAAAAAATI/fDbhAvQQSDQ/s320/infant-A-Rishellweb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294062801210816002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Once, a captain of a ship hires 20 blinds to work on his ship. He promised the blinds that they were heading a land full of gold.

&lt;p&gt;While in the middle of the sea, the captain died of heart attack.

&lt;p&gt;The blinds got panic. They do not wish for gold or any other benefits anymore. Their lives are now in danger for none of them have any idea when their ship is going to hit something, sink all of them into the dark sea.

&lt;p&gt;Suddenly, they heard a baby crying. It is one of the pregnant blind lady had just gave birth. The blinds, after a deep thought, see hope.

&lt;p&gt;After days of carefully taking-care, they, full of hope, carried the baby to the highest spot of the ship, help the baby high, then try to figure out which direction the baby is suggesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-2371077376013392289?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/2371077376013392289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=2371077376013392289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/2371077376013392289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/2371077376013392289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/01/blind-baby.html' title='The Blind &amp; the Baby'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SXhKEYzHtgI/AAAAAAAAATI/fDbhAvQQSDQ/s72-c/infant-A-Rishellweb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-792431103756227972</id><published>2009-01-20T18:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T18:28:21.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Selling Apples Tells Us?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SXWnOu3lOEI/AAAAAAAAATA/DI4YK7abuLo/s1600-h/-red-apples-739471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SXWnOu3lOEI/AAAAAAAAATA/DI4YK7abuLo/s320/-red-apples-739471.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293320808585050178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Jack and Jill went into the same apple farm to pluck apple. Jack will pluck all fresh apples in the farm but Jill plucks apples that are big, red and fresh. Both of them will sell the apple at their stall the next day. Jack’s stall is just next to 
Jill’s stall at the same crowded location.

&lt;p&gt;Jack went home and rest went with 100 apples.

&lt;p&gt;Jill went home and rest with only 50 apples.

&lt;p&gt;The next day, at Jack’s stall, there is a signboard that writes “fresh from farm apple”. Jack is selling 50 cents for an apple.

&lt;p&gt;Jill’s stall also has a signboard that writes “only fresh and large apple from farm” and smaller but not tiny words “refundable if not fresh”, with 70 cents an apple.

&lt;p&gt;Who creates more impact on you? 

&lt;p&gt;Who will you buy from when you want to buy large apple?

&lt;p&gt;Who will you buy from when you just want to buy apple?

&lt;p&gt;Who will you buy from when you want to buy apple as a gift?

&lt;p&gt;Calculate the possibililities of when you want to buy from Jack and when you want to buy from Jill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-792431103756227972?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/792431103756227972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=792431103756227972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/792431103756227972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/792431103756227972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-selling-apples-tells-us.html' title='What Selling Apples Tells Us?'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SXWnOu3lOEI/AAAAAAAAATA/DI4YK7abuLo/s72-c/-red-apples-739471.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-4895125326056882243</id><published>2009-01-16T10:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T10:46:44.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Air Inside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SW_1CSj0goI/AAAAAAAAAS4/vdFuB15vTc0/s1600-h/balloons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SW_1CSj0goI/AAAAAAAAAS4/vdFuB15vTc0/s320/balloons.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291717506874245762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Once, an old man who sells balloons bought a new tank of high quality helium gas. While filling up the balloon, he only managed to fill up one black balloon. Then he found out that the tank was broken and it couldn’t be used any more. While waiting for the new tank to arrive on warranty, he filled the other balloons with ordinary helium.

&lt;p&gt;While selling it in the carnival, a young boy came up to the old man, quietly searching for his favorite balloon. The young boy saw a black balloon floating high above all the others and it is the only balloon that flow, turn and dance when the wind blow. Unfalteringly, he chose the black balloon.

&lt;p&gt;“There are so many bright colorful balloon some even have colors of the rainbow. You sure you want the black one?” asked the old man. The young boy noded, without hesitate.

&lt;p&gt;“The black balloon is the best balloon I’ve ever see,” answered the young boy.

&lt;p&gt;So, the old man handed him the black balloon. While the young boy pays the money, the old man grips his hand and said, “Remember, it is not the color of the balloon that makes the balloon dance. It is the air inside the balloon that gives him the quality,” leaving the money in the young boy’s hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-4895125326056882243?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/4895125326056882243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=4895125326056882243&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/4895125326056882243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/4895125326056882243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/01/air-inside.html' title='The Air Inside'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SW_1CSj0goI/AAAAAAAAAS4/vdFuB15vTc0/s72-c/balloons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-3846318989939370398</id><published>2009-01-15T09:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T09:25:44.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will You End It?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SW6QjgE3m7I/AAAAAAAAASw/gyizfzq2uS8/s1600-h/eye-color-changed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SW6QjgE3m7I/AAAAAAAAASw/gyizfzq2uS8/s320/eye-color-changed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291325551787088818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Here is a situation:

&lt;p&gt;You are born in a single parent family. Your mother past away when you were five and your father is an orphan. Both of you are completely alone after your mother’s death. You feel the entire world is only complete if both of you are in it together.

&lt;p&gt;One day, you found your father murdered. His life was taken because he tried to threat a generous millionaire who spends millions on charity every year. There will be hundreds of life at jeopardized if this millionaire is death because they are completely relying on his fund to stay a full stomach.

&lt;p&gt;After your father’s death, your life is completely empty. You often hope that you might as well never appear in the world before. Now, as your sadness flares, you are given a chance to take this millionaire’s life away, without any consequence.

&lt;p&gt;Will you do it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-3846318989939370398?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/3846318989939370398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=3846318989939370398&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/3846318989939370398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/3846318989939370398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/01/will-you-end-it.html' title='Will You End It?'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SW6QjgE3m7I/AAAAAAAAASw/gyizfzq2uS8/s72-c/eye-color-changed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-197707638327271410</id><published>2009-01-11T12:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T13:36:13.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaza War Through Children’s Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SWl_vgq1MuI/AAAAAAAAASo/yHQtwuExHO4/s1600-h/childs_art_from_celebrating_peace_site.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SWl_vgq1MuI/AAAAAAAAASo/yHQtwuExHO4/s320/childs_art_from_celebrating_peace_site.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289899691523519202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I always believe that children often see things more clearly than adults. Their minds do not have too much information about something which, most of the time, will cause perspective. If you try to tell them how the war in Gaza started, in their innocent mind, this will probably be the picture:

&lt;p&gt;Once, someone really great had created Country A and Country B. Country A says he is square while Country B says he is round. Both of them accuse each other disloyal because,

&lt;p&gt;i)Country A thinks Country B does not even recognize their savior which is square. How can they say he is round? Thus, Country B must be ungrateful person and all ungrateful people are bad.

&lt;p&gt;ii)Country B thinks Country A does not even recognize their savior which is round. How can they say he is square? Thus, Country A must be ungrateful person and all ungrateful people are bad.

&lt;p&gt;With this in mind, both of them think the other should be dead because they are ungrateful to their savior.

&lt;p&gt;After hundreds years of war, Country A realize that people in Country B are fool and not worth the sacrifice. So, they finally made a decision to ignore these foolish people.

&lt;p&gt;Unfortunately Country B still thinks that ungrateful people in of Country A shouldn’t even exist in the world. So, Country B fires a bomb to Country A when country A decided to ignore country B.

&lt;p&gt;This made country A mad. Country A send his army to attack country B. Instead of attacking those involved in the bombing, Country A army attack all the innocence, like women and children.

&lt;p&gt;(The end of story)

&lt;p&gt;These children will probably ask these questions:

&lt;p&gt;1.It’s only square or round. Why people in country A and Country B get so serious?

&lt;p&gt;2.Will the winner get their favorite toy?

&lt;p&gt;3.Square or round, aren’t he the same creator? Maybe both of them can’t really remember the face. This happen to me sometime.

&lt;p&gt;Then the adult will tell the children who ask these questions:

&lt;p&gt;1.It is not just square or round. It is something larger and more important. (Such as? Anything more important than the one that gives you life?)

&lt;p&gt;2.You guys are just kid. You’ll understand when you grow up. (Understand what? Understand how different square and round actually is?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-197707638327271410?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/197707638327271410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=197707638327271410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/197707638327271410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/197707638327271410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/01/gaza-war-through-childrens-eye.html' title='Gaza War Through Children’s Eyes'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SWl_vgq1MuI/AAAAAAAAASo/yHQtwuExHO4/s72-c/childs_art_from_celebrating_peace_site.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-9161774484864618742</id><published>2009-01-07T13:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T13:07:56.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Malaysians</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SWQ4epsLh6I/AAAAAAAAASg/ngBWTLYZ1O8/s1600-h/dali+clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SWQ4epsLh6I/AAAAAAAAASg/ngBWTLYZ1O8/s320/dali+clock.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288413961678194594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
An unofficial research shows how Malaysian spends their extra time:
&lt;p&gt;1. Sleep another 5 to 15 minutes instead of using it to exercise.
&lt;p&gt;2. Traffic jam for 2 hours to work.
&lt;p&gt;3. Skip breakfast to safe time but end up gossiping.
&lt;p&gt;4. Spend half an hour talking nonsense to lighten up from work.
&lt;p&gt;5. Spend exactly one hour at lunch which actually only need 30 minutes to finish.
&lt;p&gt;6. Chat a bit because the stomach needs energy to digest lunch.
&lt;p&gt;7. Spend half an hour talking nonsense again, this time has to wait for some procedure to be done in order to continue working.
&lt;p&gt;8. Spend 30 minutes to one hour extra at the office after work just to show that they are actually hardworking.
&lt;p&gt;9. Traffic jam for 2 hours to get home.
&lt;p&gt;10. Spend 1 to 2 hours rest from ‘busy work’.
&lt;p&gt;11. Spend 2 to 3 hours ‘yam-cha’ (supper) with friends; or catch Chinese (soap) drama.
&lt;p&gt;This is how busy Malaysians are. They do not have time to watch news, call mom, read books, read newspaper, learning new knowledge, think, etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-9161774484864618742?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/9161774484864618742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=9161774484864618742&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/9161774484864618742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/9161774484864618742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/01/busy-malaysians.html' title='Busy Malaysians'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SWQ4epsLh6I/AAAAAAAAASg/ngBWTLYZ1O8/s72-c/dali+clock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-4584220175953596434</id><published>2009-01-05T14:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T14:31:26.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Root of All Evil is Ego (not Greed)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SWGpICMOUjI/AAAAAAAAASY/xvQgauLCvC0/s1600-h/root_of_evil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SWGpICMOUjI/AAAAAAAAASY/xvQgauLCvC0/s320/root_of_evil.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287693393001861682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Where does greed come from? Ego.

&lt;p&gt;Where does ego come from? Conscious Mind.

&lt;p&gt;Who controls conscious mind? Master of the mind.

&lt;p&gt;How ego creates greed? The master tells the mind that he deserves more than what he has. So, the mind tells the body to get back what he deserves.

&lt;p&gt;How greed creates all evil? As from above, the mind creates something from nothing, by claiming that others property is usually his. People usually do it by persuading but some do it with force. The latter will create hatreds and thus sin is born. The other party will try to get it back and this will deepens and widens the sin.

&lt;p&gt;Don’t you think this is true?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-4584220175953596434?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/4584220175953596434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=4584220175953596434&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/4584220175953596434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/4584220175953596434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/01/root-of-all-evil-is-ego-not-greed.html' title='The Root of All Evil is Ego (not Greed)'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SWGpICMOUjI/AAAAAAAAASY/xvQgauLCvC0/s72-c/root_of_evil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-166916702068451604</id><published>2009-01-02T12:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T12:35:20.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Value for Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SV2ZgZoN8gI/AAAAAAAAASQ/mLSI500pk9Y/s1600-h/enjoy_the_fireworks-6825.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SV2ZgZoN8gI/AAAAAAAAASQ/mLSI500pk9Y/s320/enjoy_the_fireworks-6825.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286550319517266434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Many blogs have touched on New Year. To be creative, though I know I am not very, but I always try to be, I will give an advice on money for the New Year, which is predicted to be worsened.

&lt;p&gt;Saving may be a great advice in a recession. But the government’s spending policy will be madness if you agreed on the first advice.
&lt;p&gt;As we all know, in a recession inflation hits the sky. Inflation, according to dictionary, means an increase in the volume of money and credit relative to available goods and services resulting in a continuing rise in the general price level.

&lt;p&gt;Or in human languages, money decreases value.

&lt;p&gt;I remember my mom told me that she use to buy a bowl of mee soup with 20 cent and my grandfather used to buy a bungalow with RM1k.

&lt;p&gt;After three or four recessions like what it is happening today, a mee soup costs RM4 ++, while the bungalow costs RM1mil.

&lt;p&gt;If you think that real estate always increase value, I will tell you that mee soup is a great investment because the price multiply as the real estate, and it is very affordable. Why don’t we buy 10 thousands bowls of mee soup and keep it and sell it after ten years? You must be a genius cleverer than Einstein and Rockefeller if you are able to sell those mee soup ten years later.

&lt;p&gt;Obviously, it is not the real estate or mee soup that increases price. It is our money in our pocket and our saving account that decreases value. A bowl of mee will always be a bowl of mee and a bungalow will always be a bungalow. But our banks always print extra money to spend. If you have built a bungalow, consider the price you want to sell it in both these situation:

&lt;p&gt;1. Only 10 people want your bungalow and each have RM1 mil to spend.

&lt;p&gt;2. Only 10 people want your bungalow and each have RM1k to spend.

&lt;p&gt;Consider you are the only bungalow builder in the world and those 10 people are the wealthiest people in the world. How much will you sell your bungalow in both situations?

&lt;p&gt;Apparently, it is not the money that holds the value. It is the product you created and its need among people that backed the money value.

&lt;p&gt;So, next time you save your money, think twice; when you spend for your New Year goods and your latest mobile phone model, think trice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-166916702068451604?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/166916702068451604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=166916702068451604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/166916702068451604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/166916702068451604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2009/01/many-blogs-have-touched-on-new-year.html' title='New Year, New Value for Money'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SV2ZgZoN8gI/AAAAAAAAASQ/mLSI500pk9Y/s72-c/enjoy_the_fireworks-6825.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-1483476015142272949</id><published>2008-12-30T09:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T10:01:17.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is This Karma?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SVmA4s5adJI/AAAAAAAAASI/KgQXO8TR4EA/s1600-h/wounded_dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SVmA4s5adJI/AAAAAAAAASI/KgQXO8TR4EA/s320/wounded_dog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285397349308986514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Young, innocent Jack saw a bird nest with a few baby birds on top of a small tree. Jack felt something interesting about this scenario. He ran up and shook the tree.

&lt;p&gt;It was such an impotent tree. It shook vigorously when Jack pushed the tiny trunk. The nest fell with all the baby birds tweeting in shock.

&lt;p&gt;Jack felt satisfied for a moment. Then he felt bad as if he is the one who fell from the tree far a way from his parents. He would have horrified to dead.

&lt;p&gt;So, Jack picked up the baby birds and put them back in to the nest. He then climbed up the tree, tried to place the nest back.

&lt;p&gt;It was such a tiny tree and it broke when Jack was on top of it. Both Jack and baby birds fell back to the ground again. Only this time, Jack will be paralyzed for a very long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-1483476015142272949?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/1483476015142272949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=1483476015142272949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/1483476015142272949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/1483476015142272949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-this-karma.html' title='Is This Karma?'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SVmA4s5adJI/AAAAAAAAASI/KgQXO8TR4EA/s72-c/wounded_dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-2867846774947368867</id><published>2008-12-28T17:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T18:00:09.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What If You Are Wrong?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SVdOIdddyyI/AAAAAAAAASA/1MOFEISuZVY/s1600-h/Angry%2520Man%252003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SVdOIdddyyI/AAAAAAAAASA/1MOFEISuZVY/s320/Angry%2520Man%252003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284778594996701986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Why people like to put their own understanding upon things they don’t understand so that they can assume they understood?

&lt;p&gt;Is it caused by fear? They fear the things they cannot understand?

&lt;p&gt;Or is it power?

&lt;p&gt;When more people believe the assumption they thought they understood, they gain power. The power grew stronger day by day until someday someone holds a concrete proof that they are wrong for thousands of years. What do you think will happen?

&lt;p&gt;They fought hard, just to proof that they have been right. Until one day many innocence sacrifice, then maybe they will realize all this is unnecessary, all they have to do is to admit their mistake and change their mind.

&lt;p&gt;Or worst, they fought hard just to make sure their power remains, this includes the sacrificial of many innocence.

&lt;p&gt;Is these the reasons why people against CERN from finding out Higgs Particle?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-2867846774947368867?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/2867846774947368867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=2867846774947368867&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/2867846774947368867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/2867846774947368867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-if-you-are-wrong.html' title='What If You Are Wrong?'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SVdOIdddyyI/AAAAAAAAASA/1MOFEISuZVY/s72-c/Angry%2520Man%252003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-7392509732854849495</id><published>2008-12-28T17:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T17:34:55.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>海角七号----3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SVdIEYG7o6I/AAAAAAAAARw/6FXa6x6_0qM/s1600-h/2795864068_e2db9a7549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SVdIEYG7o6I/AAAAAAAAARw/6FXa6x6_0qM/s320/2795864068_e2db9a7549.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284771927770768290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
昨晚和女友在戏院看了海角七号。昨晚正是圣诞节的结尾，‘国境之南’和‘野玫瑰’做为今年的圣诞节句号，正是再浪漫不过了。

&lt;p&gt;可惜戏院里只有两排人潮。

&lt;p&gt;我恨不得把马来西亚的华人都拐进戏院来，告诉片商这是华人爱看的影片，而不是那些由头打到尾，或者男主角厉害得不知该怎么结尾，只有草草结局把观众赶出场；又或者满口废话，看了和没看没有分别的电影。这部片我不知看了几遍。出发点倒有点骗心，不是支持好电影，而是支持好的华人电影。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-7392509732854849495?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/7392509732854849495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=7392509732854849495&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/7392509732854849495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/7392509732854849495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2008/12/3.html' title='海角七号----3'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SVdIEYG7o6I/AAAAAAAAARw/6FXa6x6_0qM/s72-c/2795864068_e2db9a7549.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-5048241586527477995</id><published>2008-12-24T13:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T14:29:15.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Innocent Deed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SVHWrZcEU3I/AAAAAAAAARI/1Zb_Lpk0ERM/s1600-h/birdnest512x384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283239878933631858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SVHWrZcEU3I/AAAAAAAAARI/1Zb_Lpk0ERM/s320/birdnest512x384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;An innocent young boy, jack, saw a bird nest on a tree. He thought it will be fun to mess it out. So, he pick up a half-broken brick and threw it to the nest. He threw it many times until it actually hit the nest down. The brick was stuck between branches and the nest drop with all the eggs crash.


&lt;p&gt;Jack walked away, satisfy.


&lt;p&gt;One day, Jack walked pass the tree. A wind brew and the branch waver. The brick where Jack threw on to the tree droped on Jack's head.


&lt;p&gt;Jack was then sent to the hospital and is prescribed a brain damage.


&lt;p&gt;Jack's parent get mad and decided to chop that tree down. And then the environmentalist is against the act and both parties created conflicts...


&lt;p&gt;The story may not be true but this is my understanding of what goes around, comes around.


&lt;p&gt;After the circle of deeds is over, more conflicts appeared from no where. Don't you think all evil in the world started like this?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-5048241586527477995?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/5048241586527477995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=5048241586527477995&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/5048241586527477995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/5048241586527477995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2008/12/innocent-deed.html' title='The Innocent Deed'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SVHWrZcEU3I/AAAAAAAAARI/1Zb_Lpk0ERM/s72-c/birdnest512x384.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-7140936136059811021</id><published>2008-12-22T15:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T16:25:49.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is Working Life Sucks?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SU9O6gAPZQI/AAAAAAAAARA/nk70GA8dDMM/s1600-h/Sad_Face_by_hornsholdmyhalo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282527654859203842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SU9O6gAPZQI/AAAAAAAAARA/nk70GA8dDMM/s320/Sad_Face_by_hornsholdmyhalo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div&gt;The Matrix is right. Human will be satisfy and feel the illusion of freedom as long as they are given a choice.

&lt;p&gt;What is the difference between staying at home doing whatever you like and go to work like a dog to earn that few penny? The first has the freedom to choose whatever they like to do; the latter does not have a choice but just to complete the work.

&lt;p&gt;Being at home doing nothing or having a whole day free allows us to make choices on what we like to do today. Go to work means working to complete today's tasks without any other option.

&lt;p&gt;That is why people say working life sucks. It is just the illusion of having choices or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-7140936136059811021?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/7140936136059811021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=7140936136059811021&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/7140936136059811021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/7140936136059811021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-is-working-life-sucks.html' title='Why is Working Life Sucks?'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SU9O6gAPZQI/AAAAAAAAARA/nk70GA8dDMM/s72-c/Sad_Face_by_hornsholdmyhalo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-658812750589148098</id><published>2008-12-19T13:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T13:40:13.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Smart-arse Company</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SUsztR3QBKI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/zJUiCc9tdpY/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SUsztR3QBKI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/zJUiCc9tdpY/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281371841004307618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
There is a smart-arse living in a company my friend works in. 

&lt;p&gt;When the founder of the company past away, that smart-arse workhard to show the next boss that he is good. He work so hard that he knows everything in the company leaving behind the next boss, which is the blur-case son of deceased founder. 

&lt;p&gt;As time goes by, the new boss getting blurer and blurer that he became dependent to that smart-arse.

&lt;p&gt;One day, that smart-arse threathen the boss that he is leaving the company and there will be no one knows how to run it. The only way to stop this from is to resign and pass over the company to the smart-arse.

&lt;p&gt;The boss believe that threat and resign. He do not want to destroy the company his father built.

&lt;p&gt;Now, that smart-arse, which is from an executive management background, hire a few manager with the same background to run the company with him.

&lt;p&gt;None of them knows nothing about sales, marketing, and branding and obviously the sales went jumping down the window. It do not need a good brain to tell why the sales are so bad.

&lt;p&gt;The smart-arse and his team now blaim the lorry driver for not marketing the product well.

&lt;p&gt;Aren't this a smart-arse company?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-658812750589148098?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/658812750589148098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=658812750589148098&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/658812750589148098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/658812750589148098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2008/12/smart-arse-company.html' title='The Smart-arse Company'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SUsztR3QBKI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/zJUiCc9tdpY/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-1633659488264935271</id><published>2008-12-16T17:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T18:16:09.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sincerity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SUd_xpYRBEI/AAAAAAAAAQw/uw1VR9z7BDE/s1600-h/1174448894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SUd_xpYRBEI/AAAAAAAAAQw/uw1VR9z7BDE/s320/1174448894.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280329579013145666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
According to Meriam-Webster, sincere means free of dissimulation,free from adulteration, marked by genuineness.

&lt;p&gt;I think there is a special connection between human, especially in sincerity:

&lt;p&gt;When we write sincerly, people read.

&lt;p&gt;When we talk sincerly, people listen.

&lt;p&gt;When we do sincerly, people follow.

&lt;p&gt;When we sale sincerly, people buy.

&lt;p&gt;When we are sincere, people feel it.

&lt;p&gt;It is just so simple but many could not do it. They find it hard to be sincere to others. They afraid that people might heard their weak unsincere heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-1633659488264935271?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/1633659488264935271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=1633659488264935271&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/1633659488264935271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/1633659488264935271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2008/12/sincerity.html' title='Sincerity'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SUd_xpYRBEI/AAAAAAAAAQw/uw1VR9z7BDE/s72-c/1174448894.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-2017702893156678997</id><published>2008-12-16T09:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T09:36:22.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>啊！彩虹。</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SUcGD6cD2WI/AAAAAAAAAQo/etiVIjtB5DU/s1600-h/Rainbow_double_alaska.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 154px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SUcGD6cD2WI/AAAAAAAAAQo/etiVIjtB5DU/s320/Rainbow_double_alaska.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280195752411519330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
看了电影《海角七号》第三次，还是觉得浪漫感动。华人好久没出产这么好的电影了。

&lt;p&gt;如果哪位日本教师当初勇敢地留下来，那么就没有了那封最美丽的思念（信）。那么就没有这个浪漫感人的故事了。

&lt;p&gt;彩虹总是在雨后才出现……美好的事情总是在困境中显露……

&lt;p&gt;我们又为什么如此在意自己的弱点、别人的弱点呢？

&lt;p&gt;不如尽力做好自己的本分，问心无愧就好？柳暗花明有一春。雨后也许会有彩虹……

&lt;p&gt;你不期待彩虹吗？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-2017702893156678997?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/2017702893156678997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=2017702893156678997&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/2017702893156678997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/2017702893156678997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_16.html' title='啊！彩虹。'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SUcGD6cD2WI/AAAAAAAAAQo/etiVIjtB5DU/s72-c/Rainbow_double_alaska.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-3358722330454530154</id><published>2008-12-14T13:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T13:18:04.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Values</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SUSW9vBKwuI/AAAAAAAAAQg/BANF9t2q9sI/s1600-h/SuperStock_1613R-7153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SUSW9vBKwuI/AAAAAAAAAQg/BANF9t2q9sI/s320/SuperStock_1613R-7153.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279510650522616546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SUSW9YF33wI/AAAAAAAAAQY/BE6pzo_A8rs/s1600-h/fdc901449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SUSW9YF33wI/AAAAAAAAAQY/BE6pzo_A8rs/s320/fdc901449.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279510644368334594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
A bowl of rice costs 50 cents and another exactly same bowl costs 1 dollar. Which will you buy?

&lt;p&gt;My colleague will tell you they will buy the 50 cents rice but they will go to the fancy restaurant and pay a dollar plus for that rice, when they are hungry. They thought rich people eats there and they are rich enough after all the hard work they have done in the office.

&lt;p&gt;When asked about rich people and money, it seems that everyone knows their history and the way they become rich. But I bet none of them understand it. The rich people are either obsess in their work that they just grab whatever they have in the corner to fill their stomach; or safe every penny to invest in the cheapest stock they can find with the highest value. 

&lt;p&gt;I did not see any of these attitudes in them. Those made me wonder where they will be 20 years from now. Are they lost?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-3358722330454530154?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/3358722330454530154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=3358722330454530154&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/3358722330454530154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/3358722330454530154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2008/12/values.html' title='Values'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SUSW9vBKwuI/AAAAAAAAAQg/BANF9t2q9sI/s72-c/SuperStock_1613R-7153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-3900471538251644553</id><published>2008-12-14T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T13:11:27.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>闷？</title><content type='html'>下班了，许多同事都没立刻回家。起初还以为他们只是想在老板面前装勤劳，后来就知道原来完全不是。
他们说回家也是一个人，无所事事的，倒不如多留在公司。

&lt;p&gt;我在想，上班族当真有这么闷吗？我正在嫌时间不够用，他们竟然说回家无所事事？

&lt;p&gt;我的电脑里面有几出没时间看的电影、有许多杂志上介绍的歌还没去找出来听、戏院有几出想看的电影没来得及看就要落映了、上个礼拜的杂志还没读完这个礼拜的已经来了、部落隔许久没有上新文章了、facebook新加了朋友还没来得及去看、许多最新的投资消息、新小说、新闻、艺术、新发明等……

&lt;p&gt;有没有发现到我还没加上陪女朋友和好朋友喝茶的时间？还有我个人spiritual的空间呢？

&lt;p&gt;我根本不了解什么是无所事事和寂寞。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-3900471538251644553?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/3900471538251644553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=3900471538251644553&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/3900471538251644553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/3900471538251644553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_14.html' title='闷？'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-8166148749749510459</id><published>2008-12-10T09:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:26:30.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Protagonist’s Weaknesses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/ST8avcI7rCI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/YLo3I8_8B3E/s1600-h/1475-23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/ST8avcI7rCI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/YLo3I8_8B3E/s320/1475-23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277966690611342370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Have you ever wonder why we like to watch movie?

&lt;p&gt;I think that’s because we like to think things that we cannot achieve, at least at the moment when we watch a movie.

&lt;p&gt;We all know that it is our weaknesses that make each of our life unique. But did you realize that it is the weakness of the protagonist in a movie that makes the movie interesting? The more weaknesses the protagonist has, the better the movie will be.

&lt;p&gt;I can see many people try to run away from their weakness. If they hope for a regular life, they might be heading the right direction. What about those running away from their weaknesses but try so hard to live above the average?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-8166148749749510459?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/8166148749749510459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=8166148749749510459&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/8166148749749510459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/8166148749749510459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2008/12/protagonists-weaknesses.html' title='Protagonist’s Weaknesses'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/ST8avcI7rCI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/YLo3I8_8B3E/s72-c/1475-23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-5420779554211624588</id><published>2008-12-08T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:26:42.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life at the Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/ST0gi_b_SxI/AAAAAAAAAQI/baKuzY8D1dM/s1600-h/2591604900_bb85416f42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/ST0gi_b_SxI/AAAAAAAAAQI/baKuzY8D1dM/s320/2591604900_bb85416f42.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277410123864558354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
It had been raining for at least 13 hours here in Kuala Lumpur. It had been a long time since I have the time to fill my life with music, music and nothing but music.

&lt;p&gt;Everybody Loves Irene, an Indonesian band, is what I like most. I have listened to it like a thousand times but it still caught me into its “Hybrid Moment”. 

&lt;p&gt;Next is the theme song from Studio Ghibli’s, Tales from Earthsea. Although I haven’t watched the show, I can feel a deep desire of peace in it, like humans have been fighting for hundred years, only to try to prove that they are correct.

&lt;p&gt;Then I realize that I have not share my life, like what I like and what I do on the blog with all readers of my blog. I apologize on that. I am a simple man with simple need. I only read, blog, listen to songs and watch movies during free time. 

&lt;p&gt;Realize that it is cheap? Yeah, as said by Forrest Gump’s Mother, “People only need a small amount of money to live. The others are for showing off.” But that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t save money and invest for our future’s sake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-5420779554211624588?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/5420779554211624588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=5420779554211624588&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/5420779554211624588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/5420779554211624588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-life-at-moment.html' title='My Life at the Moment'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/ST0gi_b_SxI/AAAAAAAAAQI/baKuzY8D1dM/s72-c/2591604900_bb85416f42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-3492179638855924770</id><published>2008-12-08T21:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:18:34.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我是对的</title><content type='html'>人，为什么总是觉得自己是对的呢？
&lt;p&gt;如果向别人证明了自己是对了的话，心里会有一种欣慰和兴奋，还有被压抑着的骄傲。
&lt;p&gt;我对了，我不必改。你错了，你要改。
&lt;p&gt;最重要的是，大家会觉得我很厉害，因为我说对了，我点醒了大家，就好像上帝唤醒了人类般光荣。大家好像很崇拜我似的，至少在那一刹那间。
&lt;p&gt;但，这是光荣吗？为什么光荣的背后藏着一股脱险的感觉？
&lt;p&gt;这种脱险的感觉就好像一刀捅死了那位即将把我那不可告人的秘密报穿的那个人，幸亏我先他一步把他打死，我才有现在的光荣。
&lt;p&gt;我该享受这种光荣吗？为什么我这么享受？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-3492179638855924770?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/3492179638855924770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=3492179638855924770&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/3492179638855924770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/3492179638855924770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='我是对的'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-7960524109642425257</id><published>2008-12-05T23:52:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T01:33:01.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this the Other Dimension?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/STlhg1Xa7pI/AAAAAAAAAQA/jwTvOJZImy8/s1600-h/113211961_358ec07fb6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276355655150268050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/STlhg1Xa7pI/AAAAAAAAAQA/jwTvOJZImy8/s320/113211961_358ec07fb6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
As we all know that we connect to this world through our six senses:

&lt;p&gt;1. Eye- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; frequency between 4.28 x 10&lt;sup&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt; Hz and 7.14 x 10&lt;sup&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt; Hz

&lt;p&gt;2. Ear- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; frequency between frequency between 20 Hz and 20,000 Hz

&lt;p&gt;3. Nose- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; infinite number of distinct smell
&lt;p&gt;4. Skin- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; pressure and heat
&lt;p&gt;5. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tongue&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; sour and salty through ion channels while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; sweet, bitter, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;umami&lt;/span&gt; through G protein coupled receptors
&lt;p&gt;6. Others extra

&lt;p&gt;What if our senses is not the above but had shifted to the below:

&lt;p&gt;1. Eye- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; frequency between 7.14 x 10&lt;sup&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt; Hz and 1.28 x 10&lt;sup&gt;15&lt;/sup&gt; Hz
&lt;p&gt;2. Ear- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; frequency between 21,000 Hz and 100,000 Hz
&lt;p&gt;3. Nose- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; infinite no of distinct smell
&lt;p&gt;4. Skin- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; pressure between 10&lt;sup&gt;-5&lt;/sup&gt; Pa (light pressure) and 6 x 10&lt;sup&gt;−4&lt;/sup&gt; Pa (calm room sound pressure)
&lt;p&gt;5. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Tongue&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; any other tastes but sour, salty, sweet, bitter, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;umami&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;6. Others extra

&lt;p&gt;What world will we be in? Will we be still in the same place and the same time? We do not interact because all frequencies are different? Are those living in that world experiencing the same time and share the same space with us but we cannot see, hear, smell and touch them because our frequencies are so different? Just like the radio wave where you turn different frequencies to listen to different radio channel.

&lt;p&gt;What will that world look like?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-7960524109642425257?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/7960524109642425257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=7960524109642425257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/7960524109642425257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/7960524109642425257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-this-other-dimension.html' title='Is this the Other Dimension?'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/STlhg1Xa7pI/AAAAAAAAAQA/jwTvOJZImy8/s72-c/113211961_358ec07fb6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-7489229299820083990</id><published>2008-12-03T14:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T15:06:35.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purpose of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/STYv1D8700I/AAAAAAAAAP4/rcZ5rps7LAM/s1600-h/image101.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/STYv1D8700I/AAAAAAAAAP4/rcZ5rps7LAM/s320/image101.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275456602151572290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
If you were given a chance to change something in the world, what will you change?

&lt;p&gt;Before you answer this question, read carefully. The answer will determine your future, at least until you change your answer.

&lt;p&gt;I'd read an article from Forbes website that entrepreneurs change things, they do not follow business that everyone does. Entrepreneurs are the group that do what they feel they can change.

&lt;p&gt;Actually I do not think this answer should be answer by entrepreneurs or to-be-entrepreneurs only. I think every one should give a really deep thought in it. It will give a person the purpose of life.

&lt;p&gt;Read this page http://alphane2300.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-life.html... realize how much time we have left in life and what is the purpose so far. Then answer my question above. Some of you might thought of giving up. But I think giving up is another way of suicide. What is the difference between giving up your life and giving up the purpose of your life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-7489229299820083990?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/7489229299820083990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=7489229299820083990&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/7489229299820083990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/7489229299820083990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2008/12/purpose-of-life.html' title='Purpose of Life'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/STYv1D8700I/AAAAAAAAAP4/rcZ5rps7LAM/s72-c/image101.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-3524255449885052125</id><published>2008-12-01T13:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T13:59:08.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doubts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/STN7dya-ENI/AAAAAAAAAPw/iz6ZIaov5Fk/s1600-h/oil2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/STN7dya-ENI/AAAAAAAAAPw/iz6ZIaov5Fk/s320/oil2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274695340262297810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Do you believe in:

&lt;p&gt;Deep doubts, deep wisdom; small doubts, little wisdom. 

&lt;p&gt;?

&lt;p&gt;If yes, read on; if no, stop reading because you won't get anything from this post.

&lt;p&gt;Do your religious leader encourage you to be in doubts?

&lt;p&gt;Why?

&lt;p&gt;You tell me that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-3524255449885052125?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/3524255449885052125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=3524255449885052125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/3524255449885052125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/3524255449885052125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2008/12/doubts.html' title='Doubts'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/STN7dya-ENI/AAAAAAAAAPw/iz6ZIaov5Fk/s72-c/oil2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-1889078670900602831</id><published>2008-11-30T10:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T10:46:01.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>了解</title><content type='html'>曾经读过有个和尚说，想得到“他心通”这种可以看见人心里在想什么的功力，不必去求师求道，苦修行善，只需打开自己的心给别人看，别人自然便会打开他们的心了。那不就是通了吗？

&lt;p&gt;可是你有没有式式把自己的心门打开，但却没有人肯进来了解？

&lt;p&gt;因为他们担心他们从此变了。

&lt;p&gt;你可又有没有见人家把心门打开了，你却无论如何不肯进去了解？

&lt;p&gt;因为你担心你从此变了。

&lt;p&gt;造成夫妻日久渐疏、人们互相分派主要原因到底是不是这回事？&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-1889078670900602831?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/1889078670900602831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=1889078670900602831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/1889078670900602831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/1889078670900602831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_30.html' title='了解'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-820076326550549885</id><published>2008-11-30T09:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T10:52:30.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Butterfly Effect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/STH6VXMdulI/AAAAAAAAAPo/QPIoL3qOQ4Q/s1600-h/737px-Airplane_vortex_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/STH6VXMdulI/AAAAAAAAAPo/QPIoL3qOQ4Q/s320/737px-Airplane_vortex_edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274271883538053714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
An early pioneer of the theory was Edward Lorenz whose interest in chaos came about accidentally through his work on weather prediction in 1961.[14] Lorenz was using a simple digital computer, a Royal McBee LGP-30, to run his weather simulation. He wanted to see a sequence of data again and to save time he started the simulation in the middle of its course. He was able to do this by entering a printout of the data corresponding to conditions in the middle of his simulation which he had calculated last time.

&lt;p&gt;To his surprise the weather that the machine began to predict was completely different from the weather calculated before. Lorenz tracked this down to the computer printout. The computer worked with 6-digit precision, but the printout rounded variables off to a 3-digit number, so a value like 0.506127 was printed as 0.506. This difference is tiny and the consensus at the time would have been that it should have had practically no effect. However Lorenz had discovered that small changes in initial conditions produced large changes in the long-term outcome.[15] Lorenz's discovery, which gave its name to Lorenz attractors, proved that meteorology could not reasonably predict weather beyond a weekly period (at most).

&lt;p&gt;The above is taken from wikipedia.

&lt;p&gt;The Butterfly Effect is the same theory we use to explain the reason why we cannot return to the same presence if we ever travel to the past. We might trigger something as minor as a butterfly's flap and cause a vast change to the time we come from.

&lt;p&gt;If you believe in this theory, imagine how much you can change the future.

&lt;p&gt;If you believe in god, tell me if god make this on a purpose or is it a tool of god which human should not found?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-820076326550549885?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/820076326550549885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=820076326550549885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/820076326550549885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/820076326550549885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2008/11/butterfly-effect.html' title='The Butterfly Effect'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/STH6VXMdulI/AAAAAAAAAPo/QPIoL3qOQ4Q/s72-c/737px-Airplane_vortex_edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-6180238243380676816</id><published>2008-11-27T14:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T14:07:03.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Black Spot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SS44_rBzgGI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Mu9xA5ZZbis/s1600-h/yin-yang-cracked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SS44_rBzgGI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Mu9xA5ZZbis/s320/yin-yang-cracked.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273214880230637666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Nothing is for sure. The unsure-ness is the black spot. Look at the sign of yin and yang, where there is too much black, there is a white spot; and when there is too much white, there is a black spot. Which I am trying to say the white spot is the black spot for black and the black spot is the black spot for white…

&lt;p&gt;Confused?

&lt;p&gt;Everything has a black spot which cause uncertainty. Our eye had a black spot where there is a point we cannot see; black hole is a black spot of the universe where all laws broken; our believe system has a black spot which is doubt…

&lt;p&gt;Steven Hawkins, a remarkable scientist, hopes human can’t find the Higgs Particle…

&lt;p&gt;I find this another funny part of human. Whenever we try to hard and professional to do something, we tend to tell our self to stop trying and there is another better way. So is the moment we try to understand someone, we will come to a door in their heart that we do not want to enter; same as you find it funny why there is a door in your heart, unlock, but no one is going in.

&lt;p&gt;This black spot of human psychology is the main reason people war, divorce, fight and loneliness, which is the same reason why we always felt we couldn’t find some one who truly understand ourselves. It is also the reason why each and every one of us is so different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-6180238243380676816?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/6180238243380676816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=6180238243380676816&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/6180238243380676816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/6180238243380676816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2008/11/human-black-spot.html' title='Human Black Spot'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SS44_rBzgGI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Mu9xA5ZZbis/s72-c/yin-yang-cracked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-3166565198002296373</id><published>2008-11-25T11:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:26:37.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scientific Religions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SSt-Tre2gtI/AAAAAAAAAPY/IlZ-qs61gaU/s1600-h/080501133444-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SSt-Tre2gtI/AAAAAAAAAPY/IlZ-qs61gaU/s320/080501133444-large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272446665322037970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Don't know since when, I begin to hate religious people that talks bad about other people's religion. Especially those that said others are unscientific and unhealthy. 

&lt;p&gt;Religions aren't sceintific. We are the one that believe they are. Otherwise, what is scientific?

&lt;p&gt;I dare to tell you, scientific has to be under certain condition. Scienctist believe in certain theory before they prove it. There are even remarkable scientist believe in something that science cannot prove. Followers of scientology believe in immortal and spirit, without scientific prove.

&lt;p&gt;Why can't people see through people's eye? Imagine themselves being born in that life and had the same influence. What will you believe? I bet you would most probably follow what everybody around does and believe as you are now.

&lt;p&gt;Unless you always change your believe systems as you believe in advancing healthcare systems. I will very much appreciate if you do not criticise others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-3166565198002296373?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/3166565198002296373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=3166565198002296373&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/3166565198002296373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/3166565198002296373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2008/11/scientific-religions.html' title='Scientific Religions'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SSt-Tre2gtI/AAAAAAAAAPY/IlZ-qs61gaU/s72-c/080501133444-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-7783660287956070759</id><published>2008-11-23T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T01:21:52.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Global Entrepreneur Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SSg_qcE2qyI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/-evcZKjL1Pw/s1600-h/l23076444520_9299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SSg_qcE2qyI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/-evcZKjL1Pw/s320/l23076444520_9299.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271533362160773922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
It’s the Global Entrepreneur Week (GEW), and I have been there for three of the activities. I do not know whether the activities are bringing entrepreneurship in to the young because I think I never participate enough for that. But the numbers of activities are extreme. For the whole week, it is like five activities happened at one time if include those happenings in Penang and Sarawak.

&lt;p&gt;I have been positive about this, and I mean real positive. I really see a changing world, despite Obama was elected as the President of the world (by looking at the number of people around the world that support him, he deserves to be World President). It seems to me like the world will be focusing on entrepreneur more than ever. As said by the riches man of in world, Bill Gate, capitalism will be the savior of the world. Yes, look at how those who brought pc to our desk, cars to our porch, and handphone to our hand, aren’t they the coolest person in the world? All of them started as an entrepreneur who sees opportunities through craziness and stubbornness and excessive self-believe, which are the qualities to be an entrepreneur. You think this iss madness but see how they change the world?

&lt;p&gt;All these were supported by famous universities of the world. I think this is an evidence of universities, eager in finding ways to train successful people.

&lt;p&gt;Now, imagine the world find a way to train people to be the next Bill Gate, Henry Ford, Rockefeller, and Warren Buffet…. How will our world look like?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-7783660287956070759?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/7783660287956070759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=7783660287956070759&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/7783660287956070759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/7783660287956070759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2008/11/global-entrepreneur-week.html' title='Global Entrepreneur Week'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SSg_qcE2qyI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/-evcZKjL1Pw/s72-c/l23076444520_9299.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-3640833972098249783</id><published>2008-11-20T19:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T20:10:40.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Stupid Do They Think We Are?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SSVTgr5-mQI/AAAAAAAAAPI/yNI2j4r0Hy4/s1600-h/wallet_burning_money_hg_wht.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SSVTgr5-mQI/AAAAAAAAAPI/yNI2j4r0Hy4/s320/wallet_burning_money_hg_wht.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270710759913855234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Reporter: 
Why is the Finance Minister still suggesting to the people to spend more since this policy is the main reason that cause this recession today?
&lt;p&gt;D.F.Minister:
Because our system is different. Our bank have extra capital, our people save money in the bank, the mortgage figure is different in our bank… our system are different from the US. Our money is, most of the time, kept in the bank and did not generate cash flow. Worst now in the recession, people are more careful on their spending. This will only cause the market to deteriorate.

&lt;p&gt;This is what happens in a press conference today. I find it rather funny. Isn’t this the same meaning as asking people to kill their habits that had saved them?

&lt;p&gt;People have been saving all the while and it is the same attitude that saved our country's economy as one of the less effected one. Now we were asked to throw that savior in to the dustbin and betray him. I wonder if there any decent man who will listen to him?

&lt;p&gt;This is a stupid policy and a failure; meanwhile the ministry is using this to show the people that they are actually helping but it just did not work. Not to mention that they will spend billions in the stock market to pump up the prices, which is also proven a failure in the US months ago, if 95 percent of the billions did not go somewhere else sensitive.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-3640833972098249783?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/3640833972098249783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=3640833972098249783&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/3640833972098249783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/3640833972098249783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-stupid-do-they-think-we-are.html' title='How Stupid Do They Think We Are?'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SSVTgr5-mQI/AAAAAAAAAPI/yNI2j4r0Hy4/s72-c/wallet_burning_money_hg_wht.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-2381546810474944803</id><published>2008-11-18T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:29:14.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Kill by Stereotyping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SSK1ENSK05I/AAAAAAAAAPA/iMHIWvHD11c/s1600-h/4236576_d21a7fc17d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269973597866873746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SSK1ENSK05I/AAAAAAAAAPA/iMHIWvHD11c/s320/4236576_d21a7fc17d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
What do you think of a middle age lady wearing formal and thick frame glasses which holds a ruler in her hand? I mean what is her profession? A teacher? You are stereotyping. Why can’t she be a lawyer holding a ruler as an important evident? Why can’t she be an architect or a sales lady who sales extraordinary ruler?

&lt;p&gt;What will you do if you find out that your best friend’s mother is a liar who lies about her illness to cover her shame that she actually meeting different people every night, which you do not think your friend knows?

&lt;p&gt;Will you tell your friend about his/her mother?

&lt;p&gt;What if he/she had probably known and he/she is actually trying very hard to cover the truth, the truth that his/her mother feed him/ her by having sex with strangers? Your friend will probably have you murdered.

&lt;p&gt;Who says a good and normal friend’s mother cannot be a prostitute?
You are stereotyping and this will probably have you killed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-2381546810474944803?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/2381546810474944803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=2381546810474944803&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/2381546810474944803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/2381546810474944803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2008/11/get-kill-by-stereotyping.html' title='Get Kill by Stereotyping'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SSK1ENSK05I/AAAAAAAAAPA/iMHIWvHD11c/s72-c/4236576_d21a7fc17d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-5133376825777663811</id><published>2008-11-18T18:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T18:24:21.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>茅盾的思念</title><content type='html'>随着时代的进步，科技将地球缩小了。
&lt;p&gt;地球既然缩小了，许多跨国的爱情都比较容易维持了。
&lt;p&gt;科技已经代替了思念。
&lt;p&gt;随便上个网，拨个电话就可以解决了八十巴仙的思念。
&lt;p&gt;同时科技也把我们痛苦的思念夺取了。可不知是好是坏？夺走了思念之苦便是夺走了刻骨的浪漫。
&lt;p&gt;那一封因思念得发狂，眼睛见到的太阳、月亮、桌子、椅子、铅笔、路人、电脑尽是思念中人的影子；耳朵&lt;p&gt;听到的风声、雨声、甚至太阳的说话也听得出的情信已经绝种了。
&lt;p&gt;留下的尽是一封封速战速决的的短讯。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-5133376825777663811?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/5133376825777663811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=5133376825777663811&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/5133376825777663811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/5133376825777663811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_18.html' title='茅盾的思念'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-2767878778396356903</id><published>2008-11-16T15:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T15:37:38.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Will You Do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SR_NHoPSe5I/AAAAAAAAAO4/hSfdH08dMIc/s1600-h/hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SR_NHoPSe5I/AAAAAAAAAO4/hSfdH08dMIc/s320/hand.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269155619991092114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
If you were being captured by a military force, put in a place producing poison gas, which will use to kill innocents, will you do it?

&lt;p&gt;Let’s say you are a brave person, you will sacrifice your life to safe the others. Then the captain of the military told you that if you refuse, all your helper here will be crucify and they will find someone else to do the job.

&lt;p&gt;If you agreed on the job with reason to safe those captured here, many innocents out there will die; if you refuse, those captured, which are also innocent, will die.
What will you do?

&lt;p&gt;This question occurs to me after watching The Counterfeiter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-2767878778396356903?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/2767878778396356903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=2767878778396356903&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/2767878778396356903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/2767878778396356903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-will-you-do.html' title='What Will You Do?'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SR_NHoPSe5I/AAAAAAAAAO4/hSfdH08dMIc/s72-c/hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-6869258085300848300</id><published>2008-11-15T13:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T14:26:50.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Make Us Stay?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SR5rnVp-8GI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ZMpOaZxiMug/s1600-h/Beggars_in_Varanasai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SR5rnVp-8GI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ZMpOaZxiMug/s320/Beggars_in_Varanasai.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268766937642365026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
What make us stay in life?

&lt;p&gt;Fear? Fear of death? Fear of pain? Responsibility?

&lt;p&gt;Why don't we end our life, ended all these material illusions that bring us joy and sorrow, which we cannot bring with us forever?

&lt;p&gt;What is the real force behind all this that keep us living?

&lt;p&gt;I was watching the movie Tsotsi, where Tsotsi asked a paralysed old man who beg for a living on a wheelchair, why he still wants to live, since he is living like a dog?

&lt;p&gt;That old man said because he loves to feel the sun shining on the street and on himself in the morning.

&lt;p&gt;Is that sufficient to keep us from living? I do not have an answer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-6869258085300848300?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/6869258085300848300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=6869258085300848300&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/6869258085300848300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/6869258085300848300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-make-us-stay.html' title='What Make Us Stay?'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SR5rnVp-8GI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ZMpOaZxiMug/s72-c/Beggars_in_Varanasai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-8252926121106999598</id><published>2008-11-15T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:02:14.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Human/Software Purpose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SR2u7VY_V4I/AAAAAAAAAOo/60SCxlm6YzY/s1600-h/expression_research_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268559473470822274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SR2u7VY_V4I/AAAAAAAAAOo/60SCxlm6YzY/s320/expression_research_full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Do we have a purpose in life?

&lt;p&gt;Who give us the purpose?

&lt;p&gt;Or we choose our purpose?

&lt;p&gt;Will we be satisfy and have the imagination of in-control, as long as we have choices?

&lt;p&gt;Yes. The feeling of in-control is a human imagination. When we have the power to choose, we feel in-control. When we don't, we fight for it, and give it a name-freedom. -From Matrix.

&lt;p&gt;What do you think of software?

&lt;p&gt;Did it have a purpose?

&lt;p&gt;What happen to a software without purpose? e.g a software to calculate how long you take shower.

&lt;p&gt;What will happen to that software? Abandoned? Deleted?

&lt;p&gt;If a software has its purpose for existence, like us, what will happen to human being that do not know their purpose?

&lt;p&gt;Should we delete "software" like animals? What is their purpose? Or should we abandon humans that do not have a purpose for its existence?
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-8252926121106999598?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/8252926121106999598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=8252926121106999598&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/8252926121106999598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/8252926121106999598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2008/11/humansoftware-purpose.html' title='Human/Software Purpose'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SR2u7VY_V4I/AAAAAAAAAOo/60SCxlm6YzY/s72-c/expression_research_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-4332083215122102636</id><published>2008-11-13T19:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:26:19.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SRwOyTzC6QI/AAAAAAAAAOg/S7IbAVzzD80/s1600-h/83187017_N66wZhOY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SRwOyTzC6QI/AAAAAAAAAOg/S7IbAVzzD80/s320/83187017_N66wZhOY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268101921587259650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Here is a situation, in a fine morning where someone prepared a sandwich and a cup of coffee for you. What would you do? Say thank you? Sit down and enjoy the breakfast? Reject the breakfast because you are not use to breakfast?

&lt;p&gt;If you have chosen an act, what made you choose? Is it your habit? Or is it already written in your DNA, that you will act this way in situation like this?
If this is true, then it can be said that we had already made that choice, in fact, every choice in life had been chose.

&lt;p&gt;Then this will mean that we are not in control of our life. To heaven or hell, we had chose.

&lt;p&gt;If this is not true, then what made us choose? What made us make a decision?

&lt;p&gt;Might it be the imbalance or the incomplete in our world that causes uncertainty? So we have to make a choice of which way to go, or which incompleteness we want?

&lt;p&gt;If incomplete and imbalance is the source that give us the power to choose, the power of in control, why we always try to balance or complete it?

&lt;p&gt;Is heaven a complete place?

&lt;p&gt;Is hell a place to gather all the incompleteness?

&lt;p&gt;More important is, which is your choice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-4332083215122102636?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/4332083215122102636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=4332083215122102636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/4332083215122102636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/4332083215122102636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2008/11/choice.html' title='Choice'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SRwOyTzC6QI/AAAAAAAAAOg/S7IbAVzzD80/s72-c/83187017_N66wZhOY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-2485711290831047756</id><published>2008-11-11T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:11:13.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Philosophy of a Serial Killer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SRmEbDiYWFI/AAAAAAAAAOY/qWlbJjOiXxY/s1600-h/FunnyPart-com-knife_holder_for_killers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SRmEbDiYWFI/AAAAAAAAAOY/qWlbJjOiXxY/s320/FunnyPart-com-knife_holder_for_killers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267386839527348306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
The author will not be responsible if anyone turns to a serial killer by reading this blog. Click away if do not have confidence. Anyway, why so serious? Read lah!


&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know the water suppose to flow downward. Why make it flow up?

&lt;p&gt;You know you will be hungry. Why eat? 

&lt;p&gt;You know people will hate you. Why tell the truth?

&lt;p&gt;You know you will be hurt. Why love?

&lt;p&gt;You know why you do not have wings. Why build airplane? 

&lt;p&gt;You know your children will die. Why give birth?

&lt;p&gt;You know you are not supposed to kill. Why kill me?


&lt;p&gt;I know they are supposed to live. So, I killed them. 

&lt;p&gt;Isn’t that what you are doing everyday? 

&lt;p&gt;At least I thank god every time before I kill for giving me a chance to kill. Some of you don’t even feel thankful for a meal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-2485711290831047756?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/2485711290831047756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=2485711290831047756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/2485711290831047756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/2485711290831047756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2008/11/philosophy-of-serial-killer.html' title='Philosophy of a Serial Killer'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SRmEbDiYWFI/AAAAAAAAAOY/qWlbJjOiXxY/s72-c/FunnyPart-com-knife_holder_for_killers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-2400674790569408617</id><published>2008-11-10T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T15:39:38.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SRchMJow3zI/AAAAAAAAAOI/rdC-OqWg1Uk/s1600-h/AW5711MClose-single-hand-sword.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 75px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SRchMJow3zI/AAAAAAAAAOI/rdC-OqWg1Uk/s320/AW5711MClose-single-hand-sword.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266714781862125362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Fear is a two-sided blade.

&lt;p&gt;It warns us from an approaching danger.

&lt;p&gt;When fear, we do stupid stuff like killing and destroying the earth, which will further destroy us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-2400674790569408617?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/2400674790569408617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=2400674790569408617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/2400674790569408617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/2400674790569408617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2008/11/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SRchMJow3zI/AAAAAAAAAOI/rdC-OqWg1Uk/s72-c/AW5711MClose-single-hand-sword.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-6815470562370352863</id><published>2008-11-08T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T19:06:26.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who are we? Virus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SRVyqE9T_8I/AAAAAAAAAOA/U8zKQe4HqtA/s1600-h/g-gpw-population-map.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SRVyqE9T_8I/AAAAAAAAAOA/U8zKQe4HqtA/s320/g-gpw-population-map.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266241406490640322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
“It’s not who you are deep inside that defines you. It’s what you do that defines you.”—From Batman Begins.


&lt;p&gt;“I've realized that you are not actually mammals. Every mammal on this planet instinctively develops a natural equilibrium with the surrounding environment. But you humans do not. You move to an area and you multiply and multiply until every natural resource is consumed and the only way you can survive is to spread to another area. There is another organism on this planet that follows the same pattern. Do you know what it is? A virus.”—From The Matrix.

&lt;p&gt;You get what I mean?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-6815470562370352863?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/6815470562370352863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=6815470562370352863&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/6815470562370352863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/6815470562370352863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2008/11/who-are-we-virus.html' title='Who are we? Virus.'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SRVyqE9T_8I/AAAAAAAAAOA/U8zKQe4HqtA/s72-c/g-gpw-population-map.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-3591560843852875705</id><published>2008-11-08T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T18:58:41.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>真心</title><content type='html'>大家都知道，真心的朋友是讲心，其他的什么都不重要。但是到底真心是怎样？有人认为坦白就是真心、有人认为付出就是真心、有人认为常常在身边就是真心、有人认为配合是真心、有人认为在一起快乐就是真心、有人认为了解就是真心、有人认为给到自己自由的就是真心……

&lt;p&gt;世界上有那么多种真心，如果个个人都以自己的真心与他人的真心比的话，几时才找到真心朋友？就算找到了也因为彼此的真心不同而分开了。那样实在是可惜。真心和真心有什么不同？只不过是大家的方式不同罢了。

&lt;p&gt;黑皮肤、白皮肤、黄皮肤、棕色皮肤，还不都是人？为什么一定要分种族？

&lt;p&gt;只是我个人的看法罢了。希望世界上所有的真心朋友永远在一起。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-3591560843852875705?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/3591560843852875705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=3591560843852875705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/3591560843852875705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/3591560843852875705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_08.html' title='真心'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-9041488573853807580</id><published>2008-11-07T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:06:39.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A World of Code</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SRQSjTRicUI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KABecNiLWD4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265854261981507906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SRQSjTRicUI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KABecNiLWD4/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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There is a code for how the webpage you are reading appears.


&lt;p&gt;There is a code for your pc to run.


&lt;p&gt;There is a code for you to understand what I am talking.


&lt;p&gt;When I point to the moon, my finger is the code and the moon is my answer.


&lt;p&gt;Word is the code to record our meaning, invented by our ancestor.


&lt;p&gt;Voice is the code we transfer our message into.


&lt;p&gt;Voice is also the code we transfer (by our brain) to get the message within.


&lt;p&gt;Word is the code that contents a great story, for when we read novel, images the words describe run in our brain.


&lt;p&gt;Account is the code of how a business runs.


&lt;p&gt;F=ms is the code for force, V=IR is the code for volt, E=mc2 is the code of amount of energy content in a mass, etc.


&lt;p&gt;DNA is the code of how our body behaves and looks; we are the code of how the society behave and look; the society is the code of how our world behaves. (So is it DNA that controls the society?)


&lt;p&gt;The existence of everything in harmony is the code that god is there.


&lt;p&gt;If our DNA is the same, why each of us is so different?


&lt;p&gt;If everything has a code, what is the code for our soul? Or if there is no code for it, is that mean we do not have soul?
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-9041488573853807580?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/9041488573853807580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=9041488573853807580&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/9041488573853807580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/9041488573853807580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2008/11/world-of-code.html' title='A World of Code'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SRQSjTRicUI/AAAAAAAAAN4/KABecNiLWD4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-3553035270103630182</id><published>2008-11-06T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T16:09:42.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God(damn) Particle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SRKkOPqTRJI/AAAAAAAAANw/RHXHgHrRT_k/s1600-h/CMS_Higgs-event.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265451478978610322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SRKkOPqTRJI/AAAAAAAAANw/RHXHgHrRT_k/s320/CMS_Higgs-event.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Have you heard about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Higgs&lt;/span&gt; particle nicknamed god particle? This particle had once cause the world a fear of earth turning into black hole, which will kill everyone. Of course it wouldn't caught such attention if it were never given a nickname like that. The nickname is first named by Leon M. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lederman&lt;/span&gt;, which is suppose to be a joke that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Higgs&lt;/span&gt;' particle is a goddamn particle.

&lt;p&gt;If you have heard of it, you would know what it does to the human mind, psychologically. If not I'll tell you.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Higgs&lt;/span&gt; particle is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hypothesized&lt;/span&gt; to be a particle that creates all the elements in the world under certain condition. If this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hypothesis&lt;/span&gt; is true, human were said to have found gods first tool to create everything in the world. A further study will be there are actually no god. It all happens after The Great Explosion. All this is now being researched under &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CERN&lt;/span&gt;, European Organization for Nuclear Research.

&lt;p&gt;People that against this research gave a reason that a certain process will create a black hole. This is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nonsense&lt;/span&gt; argument because if they really knew about black hole and the world, they will never use this argument. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;CERN&lt;/span&gt; scientist said that black hole is created every seconds in our world. It's just the size is too small that it disappear immediately. This research will only create such black hole.

&lt;p&gt;I think those against the research have another reason behind...

&lt;p&gt;All the while humans had been proud that they are god's greatest creation. This proud will be flushed down the toilet, if this is to be true. This is a common human nature which immune to change. They have to defend their believe system so that they can stay in their comfort believes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-3553035270103630182?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/3553035270103630182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=3553035270103630182&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/3553035270103630182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/3553035270103630182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2008/11/goddamn-particle.html' title='God(damn) Particle'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SRKkOPqTRJI/AAAAAAAAANw/RHXHgHrRT_k/s72-c/CMS_Higgs-event.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-7425044865056693526</id><published>2008-11-05T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:40:43.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of Racism?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SRFbLIlZVsI/AAAAAAAAANo/rELFpPd0wvU/s1600-h/060922_BarackObama_Xtrawide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265089686213842626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SRFbLIlZVsI/AAAAAAAAANo/rELFpPd0wvU/s320/060922_BarackObama_Xtrawide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
...and Obama wins!

&lt;p&gt;Is this the end of racism? I doubt. It is the growing number of Asians in US that causes the white to feel that the black are more America, of course not all, but, I believe, most. Anyway, it is a great first step to end racist issue. Not only for US but the whole world.

&lt;p&gt;Yes I am happy that Obama wins. My prediction is, US will still be the leader of the world. This time not in economy, but in politics.

&lt;p&gt;Since I am a Malaysian, here is a Malaysian political racism news: Low &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Siew&lt;/span&gt; Moi, the Deputy General Manager of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PKNS&lt;/span&gt; (a state development body) , has had doing everything and I mean really every projects (including the GM of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PKNS&lt;/span&gt; work) for the past 10 years. Now they are changing the GM but Low is not in considered. In fact her resignation letter had been rejected and was asked to be in charge until they find a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bumiputra&lt;/span&gt; (local-breed) for the post. Many even protest this decision because she is not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bumiputra&lt;/span&gt;, especially the ruling party a.k.a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;UMNO&lt;/span&gt;.

&lt;p&gt;Hurray for Malaysia...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-7425044865056693526?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/7425044865056693526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=7425044865056693526&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/7425044865056693526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/7425044865056693526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2008/11/end-of-racism.html' title='The End of Racism?'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SRFbLIlZVsI/AAAAAAAAANo/rELFpPd0wvU/s72-c/060922_BarackObama_Xtrawide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-7994900201763509656</id><published>2008-11-04T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T18:15:54.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciating Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SRAg0Rrhv7I/AAAAAAAAANg/d4LHeYLcNc8/s1600-h/image001.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SRAg0Rrhv7I/AAAAAAAAANg/d4LHeYLcNc8/s320/image001.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264744046867365810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Once I read an article about men appreciating women. It said men in twenties will look women on their face, men in thirties will look women’s breast, and forties will look at their waist, while fifties and above will look at the back.

&lt;p&gt;Young men like showing off, so a beautiful face is all they need; middle age men love sex, so they like the body; while older age men appreciate women’s past, so, they look at their back which (I doubt about this) tells their life stories.
According to that article, men above fifties appreciate women most, because they like them for who they are in the past which most probably will be the same person now and the future. 

&lt;p&gt;I do not know how true this article is. But as a man, when I am thinking what a lady this is, how great this lady is, how thoughtful, pity her, she’s got a long way to go, she will succeed one day, she’s lost, I like women like that, etc… most probably I will be looking at her back.

&lt;p&gt;I think the article is somehow true. How true do you think this is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-7994900201763509656?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/7994900201763509656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=7994900201763509656&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/7994900201763509656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/7994900201763509656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2008/11/appreciating-women.html' title='Appreciating Women'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SRAg0Rrhv7I/AAAAAAAAANg/d4LHeYLcNc8/s72-c/image001.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-2751581043789015787</id><published>2008-11-03T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T17:41:20.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SQ7HOC0urjI/AAAAAAAAANY/sA-bojkV8NE/s1600-h/CB067961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SQ7HOC0urjI/AAAAAAAAANY/sA-bojkV8NE/s320/CB067961.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264364058532818482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Once, Confucius passed by a young man which is unhappy. Confucius asked the young man what maked him so sad. The young man said he was hungry. So, Confucius gave him some food. The young man was happy and Confucius left.

&lt;p&gt;Years later, Confucius bumped in to that young man again, which was still sad. Confucius asked him why was he still sad? That young man said that he is poor. So, Confucius took out many ounce of gold and handed it to that young man. The young man left happily.

&lt;p&gt;Years later, Confucius saw that young man again, which was still sad. The young man walked up and told Confucius that he had invested the gold Confucius gave him and he is now richer than ever. “But why am I still not happy?” asked the young man. So, again, Confucius asked the young man what he wants. “Happiness.” answered the young man. Confucius laughed and told him that this is the one thing that no body can give, he have to find a way to earn it. Then Confucius left, living the young man frustrated.

&lt;p&gt;One day, Confucius saw a wealthy man giving out money and food to the poor. The wealthy man saw him and walked near, it is the young man that was asking for happiness long ago. The young man told Confucius that he is living as happy as never before.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess Bill Gate and Warren Buffet understand this. That is why they are so rich and they give their wealth to other, and it makes them even richer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-2751581043789015787?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/2751581043789015787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=2751581043789015787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/2751581043789015787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/2751581043789015787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2008/11/giving.html' title='Giving'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SQ7HOC0urjI/AAAAAAAAANY/sA-bojkV8NE/s72-c/CB067961.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-39428170234835807</id><published>2008-11-02T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T19:32:59.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Watching Closely?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SQ17zeHRTMI/AAAAAAAAANQ/4iNIuophzI4/s1600-h/06_eyes_46979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SQ17zeHRTMI/AAAAAAAAANQ/4iNIuophzI4/s320/06_eyes_46979.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263999663653080258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
The title is a line from The Prestige. In fact it is how magicians keep their audience under control. Or should I say it is the audience who likes to stay fooled but try to be smart in their own way?

&lt;p&gt;We have, generally, five senses, some have six or more, they may be born with it or acquire it some way. Have you ever wondered how important these senses are?  Imagine you without these senses, not even one. How is it? See what magicians like David Copperfield and David Blaine can do by only exploring one sense, the sense of receiving light, which is done by our eye. 

&lt;p&gt;Have you ever wondered why movie industry is so huge that we cannot live without it? If you know theatre, which is an ancestor of cinema, you will know that it is the earliest form of art. Guess why? Simple. It consists three of our senses.

&lt;p&gt;Imagine what you can do with more than three senses, which you already have.

&lt;p&gt;If you see a thing with only your eyes, you will only see two dimensions. If you touch it, you feel the third. What if you use all your senses? Will it be clearer?

&lt;p&gt;Obviously, it is through our senses that we contact with the world. Why don’t use them all? I mean fully use.

&lt;p&gt;Here is a question for deep thinker. Since we contact the world with senses, where will we be without our senses? Or senses that is totally different from those we using now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-39428170234835807?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/39428170234835807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=39428170234835807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/39428170234835807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/39428170234835807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2008/11/are-you-watching-closely.html' title='Are You Watching Closely?'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SQ17zeHRTMI/AAAAAAAAANQ/4iNIuophzI4/s72-c/06_eyes_46979.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-288748751135879092</id><published>2008-11-02T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T17:55:59.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>为什么我们都不选择天堂？</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SQ15JxmzqXI/AAAAAAAAANI/hq_ZjXjZ1OI/s1600-h/picture-wyoming-hills-big-sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SQ15JxmzqXI/AAAAAAAAANI/hq_ZjXjZ1OI/s320/picture-wyoming-hills-big-sky.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263996748307868018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
人们都害怕地狱，但为什么人们一去永不愿归?
&lt;p&gt;人们都向往天堂，但为什么人们一见就回头？
&lt;p&gt;阴与阳
&lt;p&gt;有与无
&lt;p&gt;天堂与地狱
&lt;p&gt;原来地狱里什么都有，难怪人人一去永不愿归。
&lt;p&gt;原来天堂里什么都没有。难怪人人一见就回头。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-288748751135879092?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/288748751135879092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=288748751135879092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/288748751135879092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/288748751135879092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='为什么我们都不选择天堂？'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SQ15JxmzqXI/AAAAAAAAANI/hq_ZjXjZ1OI/s72-c/picture-wyoming-hills-big-sky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-3628206094276756872</id><published>2008-11-01T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T17:39:34.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wind Valley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SQwj0APdxtI/AAAAAAAAANA/LdHBvPCfjiA/s1600-h/5127Z81NGNL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SQwj0APdxtI/AAAAAAAAANA/LdHBvPCfjiA/s320/5127Z81NGNL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263621440814302930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Once a friend told me that the poorest of all men is one without a dream. It’s a Saturday morning and I woke up late. I have a dream today.

&lt;p&gt;I dream of a place between mountains which is named by villagers there “Wind Valley”. It is named after the phenomena in the valley which is the wind there never stop blowing, 24/7. It is a zero carbon place where all energies are free, generated by wind, as the wind never stops. Villagers there grow their own food and never need outside help. It’s like a place of its own…
If you watch a lot of cartoons, you’ll know that this is not my name but a Studio Ghibli’s production, Wind Valley.

&lt;p&gt;Such wonderful place like Wind Valley is possible with today’s technology; in fact, go read about the construction of Dubai. Of course, Dubai does not have wind blowing for 24/7 like Wind Valley, but they manage to make energy there free. Thanks to the hot sun there and a kind of seaweed that produces hydrogen gas. But above all, thanks to those who found it.

&lt;p&gt;This is where architects today are heading; they use resources around the building, which are free, and eco-friendly. I’m pretty sure every part of the world consists energy which we do not know but can be use for free, without emitting carbon or destroying the nature.

&lt;p&gt;As said by a well known architect, Renzo Piano, “We have been searching for mountains to build houses on it; it is time where we build mountain on our house.” Which means our house should support the nature around it, not destroy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-3628206094276756872?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/3628206094276756872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=3628206094276756872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/3628206094276756872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/3628206094276756872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2008/11/wind-valley.html' title='Wind Valley'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SQwj0APdxtI/AAAAAAAAANA/LdHBvPCfjiA/s72-c/5127Z81NGNL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-5126626268908958982</id><published>2008-10-31T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T16:20:29.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Life On Your Hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SQq_laE-kYI/AAAAAAAAAM4/gU2-427qgMc/s1600-h/winching_rope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263229763912110466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SQq_laE-kYI/AAAAAAAAAM4/gU2-427qgMc/s320/winching_rope.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Will you advise a person to work hard to overcome his poverty, which is not his destiny?

&lt;p&gt;Or in other words, take control of his life?

&lt;p&gt;Will it be as far as his own life?

&lt;p&gt;How far different is it?

&lt;p&gt;What will you tell him? That there is more in life? Love?

&lt;p&gt;What about “He is selfish, he only thinks about himself”?

&lt;p&gt;Have you think about yourself? That are telling people to do what you want them to, instead of letting them taking control of what is to be more than them than it is yours? Who is more selfish?

&lt;p&gt;Is their body really god given and only god can take them away?

&lt;p&gt;Or is it them who stole it from god and that’s why they are suffering, that’s why they eager to return it?

&lt;p&gt;How sure are you that it is not? You are not dead yet.

&lt;p&gt;If you really want to help, perhaps you should die first and tell them the truth about dying; as one of our many gods did.

&lt;p&gt;This makes me wonder, should this god prevent others from following his path?

&lt;p&gt;Inspire after watching “The Sea Inside”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-5126626268908958982?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/5126626268908958982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=5126626268908958982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/5126626268908958982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/5126626268908958982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2008/10/your-life-on-your-hand.html' title='Your Life On Your Hand'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SQq_laE-kYI/AAAAAAAAAM4/gU2-427qgMc/s72-c/winching_rope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-4383851205445029157</id><published>2008-10-30T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T15:37:52.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Feel The Force?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SQliy6liGBI/AAAAAAAAAMo/cuWiQeivpb4/s1600-h/Sea-ReflectWhiteBlue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262846266418796562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SQliy6liGBI/AAAAAAAAAMo/cuWiQeivpb4/s320/Sea-ReflectWhiteBlue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Just when I thought that we finally have broken the rule of the universe, I found out that we are actually not.

We all guided by a force, like the wave of the sea, which you can predict, that flows around us, as historians believe that history repeats itself.
&lt;p&gt;Just when I thought that the US will be the first country to overcome racial discrimination by voting for Obama, I found out that it was actually not, like a wave which you can see from far. As American had been rejecting their minors to be president all the while, now, they felt that they were threaten by the Asian immigrants, which are a growing number there. Out of nothing, they felt that the African-Americans are more American than the Asians. If Asians had not been increasing there, I doubt that Obama would come this far.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This means that we all are still racist even if Obama get to be the president. We haven't get out of the discriminating wave yet. It just shift from black to yellow. The world and us will continue to be racist as the system haven't change. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The world will still progress with it's own pace, nevermind if Obama wins or not. It will not change drastically. We are the one that hope for drastic change (if you follow my blog, you will find this as one of human characteristic), but we did not do enough to change it. The world will still only go one step at a time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-4383851205445029157?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/4383851205445029157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=4383851205445029157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/4383851205445029157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/4383851205445029157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2008/10/can-you-feel-force.html' title='Can You Feel The Force?'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SQliy6liGBI/AAAAAAAAAMo/cuWiQeivpb4/s72-c/Sea-ReflectWhiteBlue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8932146632054690419.post-4070015811992678909</id><published>2008-10-29T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T14:38:32.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-improve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SQgEyirjjyI/AAAAAAAAAMg/LkHnOYmJb1Y/s1600-h/DSCF0012.179163228_std.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262461430931885858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SQgEyirjjyI/AAAAAAAAAMg/LkHnOYmJb1Y/s320/DSCF0012.179163228_std.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Once a reporter who is amazed by a calligrapher writing with both hands at one time. The reporter asks the calligrapher how he learn the skill.


&lt;p&gt;The calligrapher said, "During World War II, my hand was broken by a soldier. After that I have no choice but to learn to write with my left hand, since my career is a writer. After the war, my right hand slowly recovered and now I can choose which hand I like to use."


&lt;p&gt;Happy times do not make us learn. We become a better person by going through difficulties.


&lt;p&gt;So, going to heaven do not improve us because everyone is happy there. Should we be more appreciate if we are sent to hell?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8932146632054690419-4070015811992678909?l=mynameisloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/feeds/4070015811992678909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8932146632054690419&amp;postID=4070015811992678909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/4070015811992678909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8932146632054690419/posts/default/4070015811992678909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameisloong.blogspot.com/2008/10/self-improve.html' title='Self-improve'/><author><name>Loong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914189034288361216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SNidjsp6HDI/AAAAAAAAACY/Ozg5o7IgO1U/S220/waterfall_desktop_background-1600x1200.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kBTobrNcBUc/SQgEyirjjyI/AAAAAAAAAMg/LkHnOYmJb1Y/s72-c/DSCF0012.179163228_std.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
