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Shockingly and strangely, after we paid for our 3 euro green tea, he just turned around, in the middle of his conversation with the next stall boss and said to us, "ogenblijkje" (a moment). And, without needing any instruction, the worker just turned to the back and packed us a full bag of dried cranberries (again) like last time. Still do not understand, but at least we manage to pay for the green tea this time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;do try your luck, check out his stall at Apeldoorn saturday market&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758724-6505595315381840780?l=pbli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/feeds/6505595315381840780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758724&amp;postID=6505595315381840780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/6505595315381840780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/6505595315381840780'/><link rel='alternate' 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src='http://static.flickr.com/25/49688472_f3eecb4687_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758724.post-5300874412048460018</id><published>2007-10-27T17:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:02:05.387+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rose Milk Tea My Winter Warmer</title><content type='html'>第一次认识玫瑰奶茶是在槟城的Gurney Plaza 的一间叫winter warmer的西式茶馆，&lt;br /&gt;是阿推带我们去的。虽然槟城没有冬天，但在空调十足的热带商场里，喝着温和顺喉，带有梦幻颜色的奶茶还是有一定的迷醉效果。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;后来回去槟城总是会借意回去winter warmer喝一杯玫瑰奶茶， 后来也在新加坡买玫瑰蕾试着在家里泡，但虽有了玫瑰蕾，该用的是什么茶，什么奶呢？试了几次就是不像winter warmer 茶馆里的味道。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;后来的后来的近来，在市场上再看玫瑰蕾，不甘心还是再想试一试。 因为是在荷兰，几乎只有鲜奶和english blend tea （奶茶就是原自英国?)的选择。 结果就是这个配搭, 很香,很滑,很梦幻.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;它是我今年的winter warmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgC4zx4cZos/RyNowGmD20I/AAAAAAAAACs/pie00zJxgqk/s1600-h/IMG_9649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: 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rented a car to drive home, ew reach home at 12mid night, but 5000 people sleep in the train stations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my bicycle was almost blown away, many trees fell, roads closed, crane fell, totally 20-30 died in the whole europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small tree in our house also fell, window at attic broken. the weather is really wierd these days, scary. It's definately going to be the biggest problem in the world, we have to do every bid of possible environmentally friendly things to help. today is ok...i do not work today, pc try to drive to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you all watch "inconvenient fact" documentary?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758724-748566056734712029?l=pbli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/feeds/748566056734712029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758724&amp;postID=748566056734712029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/748566056734712029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgC4zx4cZos/RagyKP2DleI/AAAAAAAAAAU/89rYyE-c7t4/s320/IMG_6943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019316936337757666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;很熟悉的词吧&lt;br /&gt;虽然我们不是在西班牙&lt;br /&gt;但还是情不自禁的，自私地&lt;br /&gt;把它买了回啦&lt;br /&gt;因为...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;还有还有为了梦中的橄榄树橄榄树&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758724-3685915029484580124?l=pbli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/feeds/3685915029484580124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758724.post-116864041987002776</id><published>2007-01-12T23:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T14:00:38.013+01:00</updated><title type='text'>再见阿姆的早晨</title><content type='html'>早上踏上脚车穿过阿姆的绿肺（vondelpark)&lt;br /&gt;和小桥流水去上班的美丽时光已过去了&lt;br /&gt;我会惦记，阿姆美丽的早晨&lt;br /&gt;我会惦记 和我一年来一起上路的脚车群&lt;br /&gt;那是包括刚学会踏脚车上幼稚园的小朋友们&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758724-116864041987002776?l=pbli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/feeds/116864041987002776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758724&amp;postID=116864041987002776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/116864041987002776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/116864041987002776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='再见阿姆的早晨'/><author><name>pl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115537539916742990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/25/49688472_f3eecb4687_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758724.post-116794093522992046</id><published>2007-01-04T20:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T22:00:05.220+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's him, Morrissey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/937/610/1600/556477/IMG_6847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/937/610/320/905535/IMG_6847.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;他的音乐对我对炳秋都很personal，可能对很多其他因他的音乐而感动的人也是那么personal.Personal得印象中几乎不曾在多过两个人的空间听他唱他的诗，在小小的空间里，用很最原始的卡带播放在最基本的唱机，已感觉太好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;上个月，他来了阿姆， 在heineken concert hall,  原来是有那么那么多人也该是曾经就只是在很小很小的私人空间不断的重复又重复播放他的卡带，cd, 自个爱上他的音乐。 那晚，可以来的这些人都来了。我们也来了。所有人在一个很大很大的空间，以最好的音响，从新认识morrissey. 我们只可以说原来他的音乐真的让我们很感动。 我们只可以说原来会更喜欢他。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758724-116794093522992046?l=pbli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/feeds/116794093522992046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>origami skirt</title><content type='html'>Origami skirt 卖去了，上周末寄出去了，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原来是会有点失落的。。。。。。买了很美的花纸包起来，寄出去前留了这照。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;开始想，日本人都把商品包了又包再加花边，也是因为他们一样为送出去的商品感觉失落吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/937/610/1600/origami%20package4_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/937/610/320/origami%20package4_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/937/610/1600/origami%20package5_.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/937/610/320/origami%20package5_.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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/&gt;卖了两个就很想卖第三第四个，车了五六个就想车第七八个，etsy里的人都很疯的。可能我疯少几倍，也疯得让老公后悔让我有这架针机。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;顺便推销推销，朋友们喜欢哪个都可以马上要或定做。 五颗星的好朋友当然免费，三颗星的好朋友当然打七折，两颗星的好友打五折， 想试一下你是几颗星吗？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;欢迎光临  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://lineswork.etsy.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://lineswork.etsy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758724-116052448479479121?l=pbli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/feeds/116052448479479121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758724&amp;postID=116052448479479121&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/116052448479479121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/116052448479479121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title='我开店了'/><author><name>pl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115537539916742990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/25/49688472_f3eecb4687_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758724.post-115741192874566220</id><published>2006-09-05T01:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T01:25:40.216+02:00</updated><title type='text'>谢谢欧阳文风</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;前几天受到朋友forward 的sharing 文章&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="nw" id="_user_ppeikli@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;朋友 在《南洋网》看到这篇文章，想与您一同分享。&lt;br /&gt;留言：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I choose this way to tell u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;文章标题: 欧阳文风自认：“我是同志”&lt;br /&gt;网址是：:&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.nanyang.com/index.php?ch=7&amp;pg=10&amp;ac=639644" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.nanyang.com/index.php?ch=7&amp;pg=10&amp;ac=639644&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今晚无意中打开信箱再仔细详读后，我马上回信&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi 朋友，&lt;br /&gt;终于有时间清楚地看文章内容．更清楚地看到你的留言&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;，开始我以为是南洋商报分享文章的default留言，就没理会。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在我看明白了，还好没白费你一番的用心。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ｓｏ，你现在在哪儿啊？香港？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们从夏日假期回来不久。这趟最高兴的是和我大学时期最好的朋友&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;（哥哥般或姐妹般好的）从逢，他和他的男友（也是我的senior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;）与我们一起上路。 可能是在澳洲定居久了，他们的恩爱与甜蜜比以前更透露了，羡慕死人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;。我更高兴的是，他的男伴, 也不再介怀，在我面前不再收敛，非常自然，非常幸福&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;。他们在一起14 年了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;晚了，你也明白了吗？晚安，多多联系。&lt;br /&gt;碧莉&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758724-115741192874566220?l=pbli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/feeds/115741192874566220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758724&amp;postID=115741192874566220&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/115741192874566220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/115741192874566220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title='谢谢欧阳文风'/><author><name>pl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115537539916742990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/25/49688472_f3eecb4687_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758724.post-115695901130451465</id><published>2006-08-30T18:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T19:34:15.546+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sewing - Restart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/937/610/1600/1st%20skirt.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/937/610/320/1st%20skirt.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sewing and making craft work were hobby that I have long forgotten. After coming to europe, my previous crazy lifestyle of staying in office more than 12 hours everyday has come to an end. Reasonable work load and "No-need-to-work-in-weekend" now allowed me to restart  on one of my many hobbies and hence have made this skirt. The fabric is bought from Singapore(an craft shop), which also sell beautiful japanese fabric, however this piece is from America. Due to my mind keep hanging over the japanese fabric I saw, I intuitively made this skirts into origami graphic. It was design, cut, sew, alter, cut and sew again kinda fun process. I am wishing now to continue to explore the fun of sewing cum designing with textile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/937/610/1600/1st%20skirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758724-115695901130451465?l=pbli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/feeds/115695901130451465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758724&amp;postID=115695901130451465&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/115695901130451465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/115695901130451465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/2006/08/sewing-restart.html' title='Sewing - Restart'/><author><name>pl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115537539916742990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/25/49688472_f3eecb4687_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758724.post-115524522860475959</id><published>2006-08-10T23:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T23:41:10.953+02:00</updated><title type='text'>回到出发前的原点</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/937/610/1600/IMG_4290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/937/610/320/IMG_4290.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/937/610/1600/IMG_4290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/937/610/320/IMG_4290.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/937/610/1600/IMG_4290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/937/610/320/IMG_4290.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;旅行回来后的第二天，从地球的另一端来和我们一起过暑假（同时避开冬天）的老友今天往谁也憧憬的挪威出发后，家里突然安静了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;离开旅行的短短十来天好似完成了我上半个世纪没走完的一段路。离开的这十多天感觉似好长的一段时光，看得很多，吃得很好，睡得很够， 更是与四年没见的老友重温与相处得快乐不知时日过。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;现在回到原点，顿了好一阵，想了好一会，还不大能整理出该从那一点回到出发前的生活， 是上网读电邮，读朋友的部落， 看flickr的update? 上载相片上flickr，还是先自己写一写东西放上部落? 又或许真的该开始立志履行旅程与老友让我感动的生活方式-- 多下田；多种花再加上天天如法国人般吃晚餐到十二点。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758724-115524522860475959?l=pbli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/feeds/115524522860475959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758724&amp;postID=115524522860475959&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/115524522860475959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/115524522860475959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title='回到出发前的原点'/><author><name>pl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115537539916742990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/25/49688472_f3eecb4687_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758724.post-115335129322678123</id><published>2006-07-20T01:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T02:06:55.913+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Encounter with Amsterdam' schedule</title><content type='html'>Amstedam old town is layout in a fan shape of a radius of half an hour cycling time, on a map, the fan shape seems an inpressive graphic with web of narrow streets and canals lined with cute narrow old dutch houses. In reality it's a total confusion in chaos for tourists/visitors due to the the substandardness of road networks and double function of places and yet an complete order in chaos for the locals due to having known its operation dimension. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a representative city of Netherlands, Amsterdam has no doubt, to my guess, operated in a typical Dutch serious philosophy way, a straight forward (hence efficient) and no nonsence and yet no-easy-way-out operating mechanism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I proved it with what I encounter everyday making the half an hour cycling to work   from the far South to the North point of the fan shape in th city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to not needing to catch public transport, my set off time can be a bit flesible, and for months I didn't not have my watch and I still quite know what time is it when I go through the city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00  neighborhood bakery open, people picking up breakfast&lt;br /&gt;8:00  cleaning truck, clearing last night mess. &lt;br /&gt;8:30  stream of cyclist going to work, kids on in the front bucket, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.bakfiets.nl/index.php?ch=7&amp;pg=10&amp;ac=639644" target="_blank"&gt;http://http://www.bakfiets.nl/index.php?ch=7&amp;pg=10&amp;ac=639644&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      being cycle to care center or bigger children on their own bike trailing behind &lt;br /&gt;      the parent going to school.&lt;br /&gt;8:45  tourists that make effort to get up early holding map searching for direction.&lt;br /&gt;9.00  Ops, then I am too late to get to work...but you probably will see more tourist on the bike (mac bike)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758724-115335129322678123?l=pbli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/feeds/115335129322678123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758724&amp;postID=115335129322678123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/115335129322678123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/115335129322678123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/2006/07/encounter-with-amsterdam-schedule.html' title='Encounter with Amsterdam&apos; schedule'/><author><name>pl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115537539916742990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/25/49688472_f3eecb4687_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758724.post-114977868046651791</id><published>2006-06-08T16:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T17:00:55.550+02:00</updated><title type='text'>冰冻</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;冰冻的效应是将物理生理运作暂且停止。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我在 六月五日下午三时至八时, 被荷兰的春天冰冻了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;冰冻的过程，全身的水份挣扎地效反被凝固，发出着&lt;br /&gt;尖刺的呻吟，震动着全身的细胞， 但细胞已失觉。&lt;br /&gt;唯有还省少少自觉的脑袋听着呻吟的合奏，继续坚持清醒。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;五个小时的冰冻过程后，我瘫痪停止运作。 多久呢？&lt;br /&gt;可能足于一星期，两星期，还是永远也未必不好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758724-114977868046651791?l=pbli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/feeds/114977868046651791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758724&amp;postID=114977868046651791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/114977868046651791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/114977868046651791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title='冰冻'/><author><name>pl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115537539916742990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/25/49688472_f3eecb4687_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758724.post-114790534932819762</id><published>2006-05-18T00:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T01:52:57.363+02:00</updated><title type='text'>cheap low zombie on Graveyard ship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Perhaps we all have a deep impression about the ghosty image of pirate ship from the movie "the pirate of the carribean", however to us the ghosty image is a mere fiction that is never real and in another hand rather  entertaining and apetitizing with the performanace of the  charming Johnny Depp. What a clue about piracy have we seen, NO, not a single, yet never matter, piracy in the ocean is only a history, we thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if only you have seen this, ship of "happiness" (fu in chinese), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;" title="permanent link" href="http://weblog.greenpeace.org/oceandefenders/archive/2006/03/chinese_zombie_ships.html"&gt;ASlideshow: The Chinese zombie ships of West Africa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;., you will be enlightened about current piracy and as well you will  realise how we are jeopardizing our own happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How frustrated living without being told the reality, how frustrated NOT only not being told the truth but being lied, decieved and manipulated. We believe in our governments, we believe in the medias (although we know we shouldn't), we believe in law (or at least the court), we believe everyone has at least the bottom line basic human sense, we believe everyone is basically humane towards human (despite what the history has taught us).  These believes are all wrong, when "the everyone" become an corporate that care only about dollars,  the everyone become no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are living in our own comfortable sphere, op no, it's rather sphere that is partially formed and shaped by the limited access to reality, and yet, we are never happy, we are ever striving for our ideal fantasy of reality, which is we deserve ever more.  Of course we sometimes still aware that we are not the "worst" ones, they are always unluckier ones, but we think those people are just worth less or simply unlucky. We think. Hence we continue to complaint without knowing that we have forgotten how to appreciate life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not live for money, money has caused countless victims, the very unlucky ones are not simply unlucky but they are simply.... simply victim of lie, greed and inhumanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758724-114790534932819762?l=pbli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://weblog.greenpeace.org/oceandefenders/archive/2006/04/return_of_the_zombie_pirate_ships.html' title='cheap low zombie on Graveyard ship'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/feeds/114790534932819762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758724&amp;postID=114790534932819762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/114790534932819762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/114790534932819762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/2006/05/cheap-low-zombie-on-graveyard-ship.html' title='cheap low zombie on Graveyard ship'/><author><name>pl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115537539916742990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/25/49688472_f3eecb4687_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758724.post-114695591673997211</id><published>2006-05-07T00:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T01:12:12.720+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Magnolia #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Magnolia 上 星 期 盛 开 了 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;                                                                      这 星 期  谢了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/937/610/1600/IMG_0576combi.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/937/610/400/IMG_0576combi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a title="permanent link" href="%E2%80%9Chttp://www.flickr.com/photos/p2cl/141525632/in/set-72057594095931312/%E2%80%9D"&gt; link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758724-114695591673997211?l=pbli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/feeds/114695591673997211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758724&amp;postID=114695591673997211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/114695591673997211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/114695591673997211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/2006/05/magnolia-2.html' title='Magnolia #2'/><author><name>pl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115537539916742990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/25/49688472_f3eecb4687_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758724.post-114682725629306571</id><published>2006-05-05T12:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T13:09:27.010+02:00</updated><title type='text'>watch Drawing Restraint 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Barney Matthew only said the core idea of Drawing Restraint 9 is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;relationship between self-imposed resistance and creativity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.  I could not understand, but the movie is breath..taking....is taking my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was writtern as the most protean, dynamic forces between movie, music and fine art. To me, any review and critic could write a million words about it, but the writing is useless until you watch the creation for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like it or not it's another matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758724-114682725629306571?l=pbli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://unit.bjork.com/specials/dr9/' title='watch Drawing Restraint 9'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/feeds/114682725629306571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758724&amp;postID=114682725629306571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/114682725629306571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/114682725629306571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/2006/05/watch-drawing-restraint-9.html' title='watch Drawing Restraint 9'/><author><name>pl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115537539916742990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/25/49688472_f3eecb4687_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758724.post-114682676585029412</id><published>2006-05-05T12:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T13:10:43.870+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have tried not to write any of my architecture experience here. But today my boss said something that I must write down as a reminder to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, " We must make this &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;impossible to become a normal house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". We are working&lt;br /&gt;on housing for unpotential, low budget individuals whom only ask for house that look alike&lt;br /&gt;others in the village. The strong will to turn the conventional impossibilty to self-imposed potential is what I have been missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758724-114682676585029412?l=pbli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/feeds/114682676585029412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758724&amp;postID=114682676585029412&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/114682676585029412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/114682676585029412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/2006/05/reminder.html' title='Reminder'/><author><name>pl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115537539916742990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/25/49688472_f3eecb4687_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758724.post-114606679920328125</id><published>2006-04-26T17:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T17:59:39.223+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitter Happier</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Life in Singapore  (By Radiohead)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;Fitter, happier, more productive&lt;br /&gt;Comfortable&lt;br /&gt;Not drinking too much&lt;br /&gt;Regular exercise at the gym&lt;br /&gt;(3 days a week)&lt;br /&gt;Getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries&lt;br /&gt;At ease&lt;br /&gt;Eating well&lt;br /&gt;(No more microwave dinners and saturated fats)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Current life in Holland (by  me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fitter, happier, less productive&lt;br /&gt;rough and tough&lt;br /&gt;drinking every other day&lt;br /&gt;No exercise at anywhere&lt;br /&gt;(7 days a week on the bicycle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In good relationship employers&lt;br /&gt;Constant moving&lt;br /&gt;Impromptu eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;(Occasional microwave dinner and regular saturated fats)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758724-114606679920328125?l=pbli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/feeds/114606679920328125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758724&amp;postID=114606679920328125&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/114606679920328125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/114606679920328125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/2006/04/fitter-happier.html' title='Fitter Happier'/><author><name>pl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115537539916742990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/25/49688472_f3eecb4687_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758724.post-114565172833934499</id><published>2006-04-21T22:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T00:30:09.796+02:00</updated><title type='text'>阿姆的脚车海</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;取了新二手脚车，我混乱的第一次在阿姆中心横阔踏着脚车。有惊无险的到达火车中站那有名的车停车场后，兴奋的游览着这有趣的architecture的同时还得努力的找位子。来回上下踏了好几回后终于找到了一个位子。锁上两把大锁后 心情更战战兢兢，因为开始记忆因过三十而衰退的我肯定到星期一回来上班忘了脚车的位置，而要在越2500辆里逐个去找。。。hm.. 我还是决定将脚车的位置清楚地画在记事簿里。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;" title="permanent link" href="http://www.architectureweek.com/2003/0423/design_3-1.html"&gt;An Elegant Shed in Amsterdam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758724-114565172833934499?l=pbli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.architectureweek.com/2003/0423/design_3-1.html' title='阿姆的脚车海'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/feeds/114565172833934499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758724&amp;postID=114565172833934499&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/114565172833934499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/114565172833934499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_114565172833934499.html' title='阿姆的脚车海'/><author><name>pl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115537539916742990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/25/49688472_f3eecb4687_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758724.post-114565102507600307</id><published>2006-04-21T22:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T11:27:17.300+02:00</updated><title type='text'>阿姆的春天</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;             阿姆的春天    的第一天，挂在手里的冬衣很累赘。&lt;br /&gt;           阿姆的春天，一点钟下午上电车没位坐，走在街上听不到荷兰语。&lt;br /&gt;           阿姆的春天，咖啡厅对面的Bree 和ICI 的店员拿了椅子在路旁排排坐。&lt;br /&gt;           阿姆的春天，前年冬天诞生的婴儿做在阿姆妈妈的脚车前座，在咖啡厅前掠过。&lt;br /&gt;                                   去年冬天诞生的婴儿做在阿姆妈妈的推车里， 第一次到咖啡厅里。&lt;br /&gt;            阿姆的春天，甲虫背着新的红色黑点甲衣在咖啡厅大玻璃窗面横阔漫游。&lt;br /&gt;因为是  阿姆的春天，出来办了小事的小职员两点下午不需回公司。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;因为是  阿姆的春天，我在Café Nielson 吃了午餐再吃一块柠檬蛋糕和喝一杯koffie verkeerd (译：错咖啡)， 等脚车被修好。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758724-114565102507600307?l=pbli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/feeds/114565102507600307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758724&amp;postID=114565102507600307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/114565102507600307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/114565102507600307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post_21.html' title='阿姆的春天'/><author><name>pl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115537539916742990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/25/49688472_f3eecb4687_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758724.post-114528689604239720</id><published>2006-04-17T16:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T18:47:08.976+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Magnolia#1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;这个星期，在荷兰春天的四月十七日的这个星期，是magnolia含苞待放的时候。&lt;br /&gt;粉乳奶色的苞蕾，如刚发育的乳头，淡淡地等待着豪气绽放的姿态，已足以让我魂为以消。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当她绽放时，我会想起上一个和再上一个春天与她短暂的相会。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="fsDemo" style="position:relative; width: 500px; height:300px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A slide show will appear here shortly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758724-114528689604239720?l=pbli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/feeds/114528689604239720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758724&amp;postID=114528689604239720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/114528689604239720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/114528689604239720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/2006/04/magnolia1.html' title='Magnolia#1'/><author><name>pl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115537539916742990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/25/49688472_f3eecb4687_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758724.post-114151734689055352</id><published>2006-03-05T01:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T14:03:24.316+02:00</updated><title type='text'>踏脚车#2 : 在马来西亚</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;在马来西亚踏脚车，早已只可能以过去式来形容。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曾经，我在马来西亚踏脚车，为的是到妈妈面档去帮忙，到学校去上课与课外活动，到会馆去学舞，到好友家去玩，或，单纯的到处去拍像。在风和日丽或黑云密布下。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曾经，在马来西亚踏脚车，虽然没有特别的脚车道或红绿灯，但因车辆少路线简单，还是可以自在地用双手，单手(另一手撑着伞) 抓着脚车头握柄上路去。可是，自在的同时切未能放松在经过烂泥路时得左弯右拐的好技巧；也抓紧无时无地都可以在车辆穿梭中过马路的好反应。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曾经，在马来西亚踏脚车， 已经是个曾经。多年前当妈妈退休后，当哥哥姐姐都工作后，家里的七辆脚车以送走的方式，以转换为废铁的方式，慢慢地消失。当最后一俩妈妈的脚车也不见之后，只记得她说，“我也没办法踏了， 留着也没用”。 接下来的每个假期回到家，妈妈常想我陪她到舅母家，只是踏脚车五分钟的路程，我们后来都还是没去。在上一次回家，听闻好友就是在家前路口外开了事务所，就是我以前踏脚车上学的前五分钟路程内， 但那天还是朋友驾了车来才把我接去参观新事物所的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在想着在马来西亚踏脚车已是我/大家的曾经的同时，我也全没印象我家的侄儿侄女是谁或谁几时学会了踏脚车。直到那天收到姐姐的短讯，十四岁的大侄儿因在门前踏脚车， 出了事。。。。。。在搞不清是“踏脚车”消失得太早或大侄儿学踏脚车太迟的这刻，我只祈祷他完全痊愈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然而，以现在的趋势，过去在马来西亚踏脚车的环境是不可能再现，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758724-114151734689055352?l=pbli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/feeds/114151734689055352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758724&amp;postID=114151734689055352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/114151734689055352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/114151734689055352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/2006/03/2.html' title='踏脚车#2 : 在马来西亚'/><author><name>pl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115537539916742990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/25/49688472_f3eecb4687_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758724.post-113829819988036264</id><published>2006-01-26T18:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T14:03:09.826+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay Different</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cultural exchanges were never new to the world, but it has never been taken place in such enormous pace and skill in this era of globalisation. The invention of internet, the awaken economy of the East and the embrace of the late capitalism lifestyle of the new generation have cause many optimistically reinvented themselves to join the sail of the euphoric ship, sharing the global resources, wealth, culture, languages and even cross believe of religion. However culture is rooted back to the whole process of civilisation, religious development of a society, it will never become a commodity for trading. No one should be too worry nor too happy about the world in becoming one in near future, if it should, it will take as long as how we were developned to be simply so different, not economically, physically nor the mere difference of languages, but the ingrained culture, ideology and religious influences. Having say that I do believe&lt;br /&gt;that the thousands years of development will only stay strong if we do not give up to be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only tolerant the difference but celebrate the difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758724-113829819988036264?l=pbli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/feeds/113829819988036264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758724&amp;postID=113829819988036264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/113829819988036264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/113829819988036264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/2006/01/stay-different.html' title='Stay Different'/><author><name>pl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115537539916742990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/25/49688472_f3eecb4687_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758724.post-113614947084043770</id><published>2006-01-01T22:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T14:03:33.183+02:00</updated><title type='text'>城市 -- 依赖时间/回忆空隙</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;城市 -- 依赖时间&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;某成份的缘份加上某成份的刻意，一次又再一次地让我到一个新城市住下。搬迁的过程也因而熟练得可能会成为一种习惯，在日常生活行动与起居饮食所需的资料轻松地被索取与安排后，再将当初的目的忘了，就可以暂且开始生活。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以一个完全陌生的身份， 放开庸俗的负担，独自在一个稍微有印象的城市开始生活并不难，偶尔还可以陶醉于听不懂的语言，找不到方向的地图，念不出口的住址；长期沉醉地徘徊于旅行与生活之间。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;游走之间已惯性地不在乎身在城市的何方，也不积极和有系统地去探索一番（还是依靠着游览的印象），全依赖着时间总会让我住入这城市，然后才慢慢地咀嚼它。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;城市也依靠着时间缓缓地在我的身体内沉顿下来，记忆的片断里住着一个个城市。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;城市 -- 回忆空隙&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;多次下意识地想去安排， 还是没有缘份到这个城市住下。 尽管在构幻的记忆里， 我早已住入这城市多时，沉溺在它的喧闹中，赏尽它的色香，感染它的气质。将这片段的构幻重复编排一番，再将不曾住在这城市的事实忘了后，我仍生活其中。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;以一个不存在的身份，惦念着自己的构想在这个城市生活并不难；偶尔还可以陶醉于对整个城市不费余力的聆听，闭着眼睛穿梭大街小巷，沉醉地享受于一种扎实的归属感。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然而有种强烈的欲望推动着我， 要积极与具体地去消耗这城市 (不再依靠虚构与游览的印象)，因为虚构回忆里还有太多空隙在等待被填补。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758724-113614947084043770?l=pbli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/feeds/113614947084043770/comments/default' 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src='http://static.flickr.com/25/49688472_f3eecb4687_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758724.post-113250134473954083</id><published>2005-11-20T16:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T14:03:46.176+02:00</updated><title type='text'>踏脚车#1：在荷兰</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;在荷兰踏脚车（又名单车，自行车或翻译为荷兰语的fiets），为的是去上班，上市场，上学校； 到市中心血拚去，到税务局拿税务号码去，到市政厅登记去，到另一个城市找新居去，或，单纯的 到处游荡。在风和日丽下或冰天雪地里。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在荷兰踏脚车，首先必须将基本行人，脚车，车辆，各权力搞个清楚。然后再将各行各道颜色与穿梭规则与各式交通灯位置辨认一番。然后，就可以放心地用双手，单手(或偶尔不用手) 抓着脚车头握柄上路去。可是切勿放松刹车反应，因为一路上必须在上百的脚车族中穿梭。短兵相接时，高尚的礼让精神，大家总不缺地给对方回个微笑。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在荷兰踏脚车，速度得伸缩自如。同一段距离，若一般速度需十五分钟，天气好，时间允许时，你会漫游个二十至三十分钟，但当荷兰的神经质天气发作时，你尽管拚了命也要在五分钟内到达目的地。无论如何，若你是如我一般的小个子，劝你还是乖乖靠右踏 （且得留意荷兰是靠右行驶的）。当高大强悍的荷兰人越我而过时，常让我误为是摩多车。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在荷兰踏脚车， 偶尔感觉好时，你会特意错过原该转换公车的车站，虽然办公室还在半小时路程以外， 虽然细雨绵绵，虽然黑云密布。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时我们上路就是不需有什么目的， 纯粹感觉太好。但那当然不会是在冰雹会无端端猛往你打的十一月中，秋天已悄悄离远。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758724-113250134473954083?l=pbli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/feeds/113250134473954083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758724&amp;postID=113250134473954083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/113250134473954083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/113250134473954083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/2005/11/1.html' title='踏脚车#1：在荷兰'/><author><name>pl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115537539916742990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/25/49688472_f3eecb4687_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758724.post-112755952503010565</id><published>2005-09-24T12:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T14:03:56.160+02:00</updated><title type='text'>粒粒上口</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;点了一杯latte macchiato 和一杯cappucino, 附上一杯清水和五粒巧克力粒，还是外有白细糖，中心藏着咖啡子粒的巧克力粒。 咖啡配上有咖啡子粒的巧克力粒， 让原来是主角精美细腻的lemon tart, 久久被我们冷落一角。 La Mano Maestra, 位于Noord Einde, Den Haag, 店里没有多余的装潢，方方正正，转换/行动方便的桌子加上最简单的木椅， 不属于什么派别， 但只想认认真真的招待咖啡。 明显是因老建筑而遗留下来的复兴时期天花板，无论多华丽，还是咖啡好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但别忘了还有老板精心为咖啡配上的一口清水哦！ Bi li 3:55pm 24.09.05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/49/1947/1024/coffee%20join%20sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/49/1947/400/coffee%20join%20sm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;店外阳光普照，衬托着播放着小有俗气的流行歌，客人丁薄，究竟还是星期五午后， 一些老年人，一些 ‘coffee break’ 的邻近上班族和一些老板的朋友。 Bingqiu 3:40 24.09.05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758724-112755952503010565?l=pbli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/feeds/112755952503010565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758724&amp;postID=112755952503010565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/112755952503010565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/112755952503010565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_112755952503010565.html' title='粒粒上口'/><author><name>pl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115537539916742990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/25/49688472_f3eecb4687_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758724.post-112734601068052351</id><published>2005-09-22T01:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T14:04:06.766+02:00</updated><title type='text'>羡慕一个人</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我很羡慕一个人，因为他可以天天从网页上细读精彩足球新闻，专心把ecomonist，times， wired 每一篇 文章看完，偶尔还加上guardin 网上文章。 他也会很开心地以一天时间看完H2，静悄悄将所有monster　下载后看完，抢去我新入手的陶杰以一个上班车程时间看完，在东海岸路途中将驾驶盘交给我后的短短一个半小时时间将 黑夜之后读完，然后以满足了‘村上春树‘欲的样子微笑微笑。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我很羡慕他，因为他每天一定大一次便，出远门时可以上我四分之一量的厕，平时吃饭一声‘饱了‘就绝不再动筷，啤酒半瓶或红酒一小杯就已让他醉的昏迷昏迷地甜蜜睡去。他就是可以一件杉衣从五年前上班第一天开始到现在还每周穿上几天，只因那是不需要烫的G2杉衣，同时他也会以其中一个周末用最熟悉的手势用自己有份设计的熨斗花４５分钟烫完一柜子的衣，包括我的裙裙和上衣。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我更羡慕他, 因为每晚他总是发着流连遍地的梦，当我恶梦连篇时。最终让我最无法不羡慕他和不能忍受的是他总是说完晚安10秒后就呼呼大睡，总是留着我一个人在没有动静的房间里痛苦的努力入睡。　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我很想活得像他，所以我成为了他的老婆。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;note: 今晚再度失望的听你呼呼先入睡，不想躺在旁努力入睡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758724-112734601068052351?l=pbli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/feeds/112734601068052351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758724&amp;postID=112734601068052351&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/112734601068052351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/112734601068052351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_22.html' title='羡慕一个人'/><author><name>pl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115537539916742990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/25/49688472_f3eecb4687_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758724.post-112698403436031638</id><published>2005-09-17T21:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T14:16:27.766+02:00</updated><title type='text'>仅剩的野生地带</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;我们将所有根茎类植物 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;象耳芋 木薯 甘蔗 香蕉 野姜 竹&lt;br /&gt;和那更多不知名的根茎类与非根茎类植物&lt;br /&gt;一一连土带根挖解 尽管他们的系统多坚固完善&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为我们该无杂念地细心布置我们的家园&lt;br /&gt;向根茎类植物展开革命&lt;br /&gt;因为我们建立的系统一定更完美&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这仅剩的野生地带&lt;br /&gt;你还可以作为这2262公里的火车铁道的起端多久？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/49/1947/1024/wild%20strip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/49/1947/400/wild%20strip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758724-112698403436031638?l=pbli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/feeds/112698403436031638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758724&amp;postID=112698403436031638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/112698403436031638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/112698403436031638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_112698403436031638.html' title='仅剩的野生地带'/><author><name>pl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115537539916742990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/25/49688472_f3eecb4687_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758724.post-112679589848408423</id><published>2005-09-15T16:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T14:04:17.780+02:00</updated><title type='text'>完美</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/937/610/1600/IMG_53731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/937/610/400/IMG_5373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;那让我认为属于我的 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;一个 一件 一瓶 一块 一间 一片 一条&lt;br /&gt;本来就不是我的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那让我相信我是我的&lt;br /&gt;名字，身份，学历，职业&lt;br /&gt;开始就该被删除&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那唯一我不能放弃的记忆&lt;br /&gt;是不是该放开我 让我去&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;让我 与你一起&lt;br /&gt;写一首不含有什么语法 不属于什么语言&lt;br /&gt;不是诗的诗（浅白的诗）&lt;br /&gt;当我找到一片完美的风景&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;让我 回到母亲的怀胎&lt;br /&gt;当我找到一片完美的风景&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758724-112679589848408423?l=pbli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/feeds/112679589848408423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758724&amp;postID=112679589848408423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/112679589848408423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/112679589848408423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_15.html' title='完美'/><author><name>pl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115537539916742990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/25/49688472_f3eecb4687_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758724.post-112662364462857177</id><published>2005-09-13T16:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T13:29:36.590+02:00</updated><title type='text'>云</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;好想如云般&lt;br /&gt;无形 无声 无色 地&lt;br /&gt;随着气压 与 大地的运转&lt;br /&gt;在无时间 无国界 的 许可下&lt;br /&gt;形成你的晨曦 与 晚霞&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;17.08.05 飞往新加坡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758724-112662364462857177?l=pbli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://static.flickr.com/25/49688472_f3eecb4687_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758724.post-112662272276952581</id><published>2005-09-13T16:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T13:30:00.636+02:00</updated><title type='text'>怎么可能从哪天起忘了？</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;在Damsterdiep 69 号门牌住了三个月&lt;br /&gt;三个月内，记忆交错，&lt;br /&gt;选择性地记起那是多快乐的人生，&lt;br /&gt;饭是香的&lt;br /&gt;酒是醇香柔喉的&lt;br /&gt;被是暖的&lt;br /&gt;大地是属于万物的&lt;br /&gt;生活是可以平静快乐的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;17/08/05 飞往新加坡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758724-112662272276952581?l=pbli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/feeds/112662272276952581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758724&amp;postID=112662272276952581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/112662272276952581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/112662272276952581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title='怎么可能从哪天起忘了？'/><author><name>pl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115537539916742990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/25/49688472_f3eecb4687_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758724.post-112068593729281895</id><published>2005-07-06T23:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T14:13:08.263+02:00</updated><title type='text'>generous palmstroke....by bjork</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/937/610/1600/vespertine%20life1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/937/610/320/vespertine%20life1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i am strong in his hands&lt;br /&gt;i am beyond me&lt;br /&gt;on my own i'm human&lt;br /&gt;and i do faults&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do confess&lt;br /&gt;i feel you trickeling&lt;br /&gt;down my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;from above mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i turn myself in&lt;br /&gt;i give myself up&lt;br /&gt;volunteer&lt;br /&gt;you own me : i'm yours mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have to trust it&lt;br /&gt;i'm eternally yours&lt;br /&gt;all that i gave them&lt;br /&gt;i gave to you mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so needy of comfort&lt;br /&gt;but too raw to be embraced&lt;br /&gt;undo this privacy&lt;br /&gt;and put me in my place mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;generous palmstroke&lt;br /&gt;the hugest of hugs&lt;br /&gt;undo this privacy&lt;br /&gt;embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;embrace me embrace me&lt;br /&gt;embrace me eeeeeemmmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am strong in his hands&lt;br /&gt;i am above&lt;br /&gt;way beyond me&lt;br /&gt;i.... con...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's strong in his hands&lt;br /&gt;she is beyond her&lt;br /&gt;on her own she is human&lt;br /&gt;and she does faults&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;from vespertine live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758724-112068593729281895?l=pbli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/feeds/112068593729281895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758724&amp;postID=112068593729281895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/112068593729281895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/112068593729281895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/2005/07/generous-palmstrokeby-bjork.html' title='generous palmstroke....by bjork'/><author><name>pl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115537539916742990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/25/49688472_f3eecb4687_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758724.post-111947448597859393</id><published>2005-06-22T23:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T22:01:50.446+02:00</updated><title type='text'>20:40-20:45 22.06.05 Damsterdiep Groningen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/937/610/1600/1040pm05%20June%20221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/937/610/400/1040pm05%20June%2022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;view from damsterdiep 69.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758724-111947448597859393?l=pbli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://static.flickr.com/25/49688472_f3eecb4687_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758724.post-111878490791078058</id><published>2005-06-14T23:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T23:47:42.443+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful June</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/49/1947/1024/IMG_8040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/49/1947/400/IMG_8040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;tonite is like any other peaceful night of Groningen. The sunny day give us a blue sunset, till now11:44pm the sky is still as blue. Beautiful June.&lt;br /&gt;tonight 10:56pm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758724-111878490791078058?l=pbli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/feeds/111878490791078058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758724&amp;postID=111878490791078058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/111878490791078058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/111878490791078058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/2005/06/beautiful-june.html' title='Beautiful June'/><author><name>pl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115537539916742990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/25/49688472_f3eecb4687_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758724.post-111860411410436546</id><published>2005-06-12T21:21:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T13:25:03.743+02:00</updated><title type='text'>粽子好吃</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/937/610/1600/making%20of%20dunpling1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/937/610/400/making%20of%20dunpling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/937/610/1600/making%20of%20dunpling.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;端午节了 在异国裹起粽子&lt;br /&gt;满足食欲只是借口&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想念的是那包裹时的熟悉手势运作&lt;br /&gt;与 煮粽子时飘香满屋的竹叶味&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为这都勾起片断童年回忆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758724-111860411410436546?l=pbli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/feeds/111860411410436546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758724&amp;postID=111860411410436546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/111860411410436546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/111860411410436546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post_12.html' title='粽子好吃'/><author><name>pl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115537539916742990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/25/49688472_f3eecb4687_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758724.post-111850849955434003</id><published>2005-06-11T18:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T21:55:49.580+02:00</updated><title type='text'>棒棒前进</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/49/1947/1024/IMG_5493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/49/1947/400/IMG_5493.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 我们都很棒&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758724-111850849955434003?l=pbli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/feeds/111850849955434003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758724&amp;postID=111850849955434003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/111850849955434003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/111850849955434003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title='棒棒前进'/><author><name>pl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115537539916742990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/25/49688472_f3eecb4687_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758724.post-111850818501895797</id><published>2005-06-11T18:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T21:56:13.126+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Frozen moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/49/1947/1024/IMG_5522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/49/1947/400/IMG_5522.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;frozen moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758724-111850818501895797?l=pbli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/feeds/111850818501895797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758724&amp;postID=111850818501895797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/111850818501895797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/111850818501895797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/2005/06/frozen-moment.html' title='Frozen moment'/><author><name>pl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115537539916742990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/25/49688472_f3eecb4687_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758724.post-111850672488837847</id><published>2005-06-11T18:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T22:05:49.756+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality did not stop there</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/49/1947/1024/IMG_5489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/49/1947/400/IMG_5489.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;These photos was taken in 5th of March 2005, it was after a downfall of the heaviest snow in Netherland since 25 years. The day after the heavy snow downfall, our best friend bang bang touched down on Schiphol Airport. It is dream for all of us to get together in Europe, it's fantasy land of us. Although we started knowing the land slightly earlier, this heavy snow has turned the whole land to an unworldly scenery that none of us has seen before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bangbang captured this beautiful photo of us, while we were framing her most beautiful smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I certainly felt that everything was frozen. No time. No reality. The joy of embracing the nature and the love in our little world at this moment belong solely to us -- 炳秋，碧莉 &amp;amp; 棒棒.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, if I remember rightly, that was only a short moment of 10-15 minutes, the freezing world do not allow reality to stop there.&lt;br /&gt;Reality did not stop there &lt;a title="permanent link" href="http://www.lauwersmeer.org/"&gt;Lauwersmeer National Park&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758724-111850672488837847?l=pbli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/feeds/111850672488837847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758724&amp;postID=111850672488837847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/111850672488837847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/111850672488837847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/2005/06/reality-did-not-stop-there.html' title='Reality did not stop there'/><author><name>pl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115537539916742990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/25/49688472_f3eecb4687_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758724.post-109802048419678784</id><published>2004-10-17T15:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T22:06:30.300+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Drowning in the silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/49/1947/1024/CIMG0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/49/1947/320/CIMG0039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;cold, freezing, minus, but I love it subconsciously. Each winter cast strong momentary memory, I love the silence, the reflection of snow at night and the sound made by your every steps......slow slow slow and drowning into complete silence....at this moment I imagine again the moment Jeff Burkley drown himself in a 'beautiful' lake.&lt;br /&gt;winter04 dessau &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758724-109802048419678784?l=pbli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/feeds/109802048419678784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758724&amp;postID=109802048419678784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/109802048419678784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/109802048419678784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/2004/10/drowning-in-silence.html' title='Drowning in the silence'/><author><name>pl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115537539916742990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/25/49688472_f3eecb4687_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758724.post-109802028001970933</id><published>2004-10-17T15:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T22:06:48.623+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Are they tough?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/49/1947/1024/IMG_0055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/49/1947/320/IMG_0055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;my 2nd encounter with poppee is one year later now, May 05, the spring in Netherlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of my neighbour house, less then a feet wide long planting strip in front of the windows have survive poppee of several colors for 2 months since the early spring. Despite any weather, the rice paper like pedals stay strong with the seemingly minimum connection with the stem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I greedily pluck one of them to delights myself for my Birthday, BUT only to discover that the pedals could never hold up themself once the stems are disconnected from the roots, they fell.........although they had withstood the crazy weather of April in Netherlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poppee spring dessau &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758724-109802028001970933?l=pbli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/feeds/109802028001970933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758724&amp;postID=109802028001970933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/109802028001970933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/109802028001970933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/2004/10/are-they-tough.html' title='Are they tough?'/><author><name>pl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115537539916742990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/25/49688472_f3eecb4687_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8758724.post-109801876186753666</id><published>2004-10-17T14:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T22:07:03.056+02:00</updated><title type='text'>向重复的每一天致敬</title><content type='html'>她与偶像老师的特殊关系如願以償的实现了，&lt;br /&gt;我无法再如常与周围交谈。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她开始哭时我无法诚恳相对。&lt;br /&gt;她说爱我，我开始变假，无法感动。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;她继续说傾佩我，我想应该是我擅长畏退，&lt;br /&gt;她再哭，因为快要离开他那简单的男友&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是简单得有精神分裂症， 或是因精神分裂症而简单起来的男友，&lt;br /&gt;之那天病近复发后，一直在休息，睡。&lt;br /&gt;一直只需要这样这样平静的生活。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;继续是好人的男友会让她很安心的离开，前进。&lt;br /&gt;再让她之他心里加温快速蒸发。&lt;br /&gt;然后很快地恢复自己。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只是每早苏醒时，床分了两段， 换了朝向。&lt;br /&gt;但不会忘了继续这样还好地平静的生活。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;向每一个阶段致敬，&lt;br /&gt;向重复的每一天致敬。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8758724-109801876186753666?l=pbli.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/feeds/109801876186753666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8758724&amp;postID=109801876186753666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/109801876186753666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8758724/posts/default/109801876186753666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbli.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post.html' title='向重复的每一天致敬'/><author><name>pl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04115537539916742990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://static.flickr.com/25/49688472_f3eecb4687_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
