<?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-13012022</id><updated>2012-02-11T09:16:52.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C'est Wallis, Chez Wallis</title><subtitle type='html'>c'est quand le plus beau moment? la naissance ou la mort?
alors c'est quoi? c'est ce que je me demande en ce moment...
Comment geler le temps? si vous savez, dites moi s'il vous plaît.
Pour ce qui est du plus beau moment, je ne l'ai jamais trouvé  Mais je devrais chioisir un.
il faudra le fêter et s'en souvenir comme il se doit!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-2096781364098618309</id><published>2008-10-21T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:48:40.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rencontre Nouvelle Carla Bruni</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SP3rs1Lyt8I/AAAAAAAAABk/vT3_f2nnPSM/s1600-h/bruni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259619095261919170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SP3rs1Lyt8I/AAAAAAAAABk/vT3_f2nnPSM/s320/bruni.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carla Bruni, la première Madame de la France, aurait beaucoup de rôles. Elle était une modèle, une chanteur, et aussi une acteur. Personnellement, j'ai ecouté parler des mauvaise commentaires depuis son amour avec Nicolas Sarkozy. Juste qu'à une soirée, j'écoute sa chanson. Avec sa voix, je suis apportée vers un monde de beau rêve. Pas mal, Madame Sarkozy. C'est vraiment un albume adorable!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-2096781364098618309?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/2096781364098618309/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=2096781364098618309' title='3 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/2096781364098618309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/2096781364098618309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2008/10/rencontre-nouvelle-carla-bruni.html' title='Rencontre Nouvelle Carla Bruni'/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SP3rs1Lyt8I/AAAAAAAAABk/vT3_f2nnPSM/s72-c/bruni.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-4319077316887837038</id><published>2008-08-06T21:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T22:00:20.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear QD, let's fight CHD together</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJmuMwKRRCI/AAAAAAAAABc/295CuIM5L44/s1600-h/_1061_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJmuMwKRRCI/AAAAAAAAABc/295CuIM5L44/s320/_1061_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231403976277181474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QD is just 4 months old.  As a Bernes Mountain dog, it seems that he can't escape the fate twisting with CHD.  At the early July, we found that he could'nt walk well.  So after a while of research, I decided to take him to the elwood animal hospital, which is famous in CHD and joint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, they are really professional.  They took a video shot for the walking situation of QD and after came the X-ray, for observing cleary how its joints work in a totally relaxed situation.  The doctor showed us what CHD looks like through comparing several X-ray photographs of dogs.  For QD, the degree is very mild.  And we can't sure right now cause it's really young.  But the doctor recommended that we should start conservative management no matter QD has CHD or not.  Having a strong muscle is always good for dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One month later, I got the full report in details.  The doctor said that QD is a mild CHD patient, which worries me a lot!  I hope that QD could grow up smoothly, without any pain and unhappiness.  But now, with CHD, we need to pay more attention to it.  CHD could destroy the normal quality of life for both dog and its family.  We would take more efforts in training QD's muscle by sleash walk and swimming.  I really wish that God should bless us and QD for combating CHD in the future coming days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-4319077316887837038?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/4319077316887837038/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=4319077316887837038' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/4319077316887837038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/4319077316887837038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2008/08/dear-qd-lets-fight-chd-together.html' title='Dear QD, let&apos;s fight CHD together'/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJmuMwKRRCI/AAAAAAAAABc/295CuIM5L44/s72-c/_1061_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-134491214642523252</id><published>2008-08-01T11:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T12:11:55.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7月1日鬼門開</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJKMkfdbb3I/AAAAAAAAABU/BhBOVbFnCCs/s1600-h/%E6%A2%81%E7%9A%87%E5%AF%B6%E6%87%BA.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229396675878678386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJKMkfdbb3I/AAAAAAAAABU/BhBOVbFnCCs/s320/%E6%A2%81%E7%9A%87%E5%AF%B6%E6%87%BA.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;懺悔＋祈福=眾生平安&lt;br /&gt;so，衝一發吧！！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-134491214642523252?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/134491214642523252/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=134491214642523252' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/134491214642523252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/134491214642523252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2008/08/71.html' title='7月1日鬼門開'/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJKMkfdbb3I/AAAAAAAAABU/BhBOVbFnCCs/s72-c/%E6%A2%81%E7%9A%87%E5%AF%B6%E6%87%BA.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-7410310413906933230</id><published>2008-08-01T01:23:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T12:04:22.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>瓦勒斯與她妹妹的新寵：安布雷拉編年史</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;作為一個惡靈古堡系列的愛好者，當然不能錯過安布雷拉編年史，尤其當我們把惡靈四已經打到爛掉的狀況下(所謂的「爛掉」，係指我們已經從easy到 profession全破關外，還拿到了刀槍不入的盔甲+彈藥無限的超強武器)，所以我們在大過年便買了它，然而，一開始玩它就是純粹射擊，另外，還有令人覺得噁心的吸血蛭，更重要的是完全看不到人(惡靈四有個帥Leon呢!)，因此覺得很無聊的情況下，決定認賠當作沒這回事，把它給冰凍吧！&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJIGXvvWINI/AAAAAAAAABM/6nRIBjq0rPk/s1600-h/1189191462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229249122352373970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJIGXvvWINI/AAAAAAAAABM/6nRIBjq0rPk/s320/1189191462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;拜鳳凰颱風所賜，我們賺到了一天假，而我愛打WII的兩個表弟，決定來我家排遣一下，結果，我妹拿了安布雷拉出來，可能人多力量大，居然讓我們發現了可以兩人一起打－－不論是姐弟、兄妹、姐妹，我們都體會到其利斷金啊！！安布雷拉也因此變有趣了，成為現在我們兩個除了玩狗外，熱中的新消遣！！！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;不過目前我們除了遊戲時間到S之外，其他的rank都在B與C之間遊走，更重要是我們不會丟手榴彈，生存選擇常沒有被讀到，真是殘念！對我而言，此款也不像惡靈四，可以賺錢，動力就變低拉(沒錯，我就是愛錢～)但是雙人組合，真的很有趣，也可以拉信姐妹情誼，至少兩人都有參與感，目前覺得值回票價啦！！希望惡靈有新的趕快出來，報告完畢！！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-7410310413906933230?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/7410310413906933230/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=7410310413906933230' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/7410310413906933230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/7410310413906933230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='瓦勒斯與她妹妹的新寵：安布雷拉編年史'/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJIGXvvWINI/AAAAAAAAABM/6nRIBjq0rPk/s72-c/1189191462.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-8560165627855834190</id><published>2008-02-17T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T23:24:16.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>老靈魂醒來了</title><content type='html'>對我而言，老靈魂一直都是醒著的，以從容不迫的態度，看著世間的喜怒哀樂；用無比溫暖的心，做所有人的依靠與導師。永遠都是樂觀地傾注所有正面的能量，使我絕不相信老靈魂正在迷惘，或，正處於絕望......直到某天，老靈魂綑起行囊，說要去天涯處注入新力量，期待以更深沉的祝福來回報給所有人，我突然頓失所依，就像一名戰犯，戴著枷鎖，再次被流放。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老靈魂說過，要將每個路過的靈魂，擁進懷裡，一同感受上天的恩典；老靈魂也說過，我們的相遇，那是過去的福德種出的善因，的確，也許我再次來到這裡的目的，就是要把這個福德，結出更漂亮的果，尋一個更完美的結局，然而老靈魂的離開，我感到迷惘，果不知到該如何結？我感到無比挫折，我的身體相信老靈魂，並不相信我，因為，我的正向能量存款簿，並不足以吸引它為我開展，為我綻放；我也不若老靈魂充滿愛心、耐心及信心，對身體，我總是充滿鄙視，我總是以傲慢的態度、憎恨的心情、命令的語氣與其相處－－我以為，這是鍛鍊，殊不知我正在用負面的能量盡全力打擊它，所以在老靈魂的遠行後，它一落千丈，虛弱得無以復加。很多人說他們欽佩我，但是唯有如老靈魂，才會知道我的狀況糟透了！身體，就如同所有的有形外在，都是內心的型塑，破敗的身體，灰暗的視野，代表著半殘的心靈，更清楚地說明著極度副面能量的反射；也許，我的靈魂，也應該醒過來，重新認識世界。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;尋找善果，這永遠是各自的修行，我花了近半年的時間，才有此體會。在心裡栽下一顆善念的種子，以正面的態度讓它發芽成長茁壯，進而成為對外在世界的善布施。狹隘的心胸，是不會反省；堅持的平靜，只是外在的假象－－事實上，那是兩面刃，傷身且傷心。瞬間懺悔，一念如來，總是知易行難，看著老靈魂日記，我震攝於外在能量的浩瀚，我感佩於旅人無上的勇氣與胸懷，也知道自己的渺小，更清楚成道之路是多漫長！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老靈魂與壯遊，也許那只是一個重新洗滌自己，好再次接受無量正向的縮影，也許我會擔心，也許我的私心希望那段旅程儘快結束，然而，此刻的我充滿祝福！也許移動範圍很拘束，我將會讓自己的心懷更廣闊，好比那一呼一吸間，注入身體的暖流－－願那股能量能啟動我的身體，能清除我內心的焦慮，在細微的波動間體會那最純淨的自在！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;老靈魂，希望我也能分享，梭巴仁波切那令人動容地無上智慧：「願一切有情眾生的痛苦在我身上成熟，願我的一切善業福德當下在眾生身上成熟。」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到此，我相信，老靈魂已醒，我為此，充滿喜悅！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-8560165627855834190?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/8560165627855834190/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=8560165627855834190' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/8560165627855834190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/8560165627855834190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='老靈魂醒來了'/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-1327518874262987052</id><published>2007-12-26T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T15:47:38.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quand on vit sous la stresse</title><content type='html'>Cependant il est déjà passé, je voudrait fêter le Noël&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis dans une pètite chambre ou place, au retour de l'air silence et de la musique. En rencontrant le problème de faire aucune d'écriture par chaque langue familière, j'ai decidé de fêter le Noël au 26 décembre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je n'ai pas de voeux spéciale. J'adore ma vie et mon boulot récement. Mais la majeure raison est pour cela je n'atteinds jamais tous mes OBJETS il y a 3 ans. Je n'ai pas aucune de copain, ni prends mon degré, ni visite la France, ni continue mes études de la langue fraçaise, et aussi ni passe l'éxamen officiel, etc. Et plus, j'ai reçu beaucoup de devraux à completer si tôt si possible. C'est vraiment dommage que je n'ai pas d'idée pour marcher...Pauvre...Donc...Pour comforter moi-même et donner plus de confinance sur mon avenir, je n'ai pas ajouté aucune de programme....Pour ne pas deceçoir les gens qui m'aiment et j'aime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvrir le canlendrier, 2007 va passer tôt. En rencontrant le début de 2008, il faut prendre plus d'efforts, Wallis!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-1327518874262987052?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/1327518874262987052/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=1327518874262987052' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/1327518874262987052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/1327518874262987052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2007/12/quand-on-vit-sous-la-stresse.html' title='Quand on vit sous la stresse'/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-7440259827254533923</id><published>2007-10-04T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T23:28:20.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you marry to your work?</title><content type='html'>It's a long time that I didn't update my blog.  For the past half a year, I work so hard and feel exhausted after the job.  I enjoy the relieness that my colleuge gave me and the self-fulfillement that my job honored me.  Of course, I paid a lot, the heaviest cost, it's my health.  I feel uncomfortable since the Chinese New Year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My solution for this problem is simple.  If I feel uncomfortable, I go to sleep.  If I could take rest well, I would be fine the other day.  But this cycle repeats and repeats.  Now, it's more and more serious.  I work too late since July and became worse since August.  I would be in flu if I work "too hard" and I need to take a leave the next day.  So when I return to office, my job became a mountain.  I stucked in a vicious cycle.  But everyone knows that my personality is really tough sincne I don't look like that kind of person in my appearance.  I began to regard myself as an enemy.  And I think that my body regard myself like that as well.  Because all the syndrome that I have, it's always immune system related.  That's fine!  Let's fight!  I wonder who would win and who would be defeated.  That sounds crazy.  But YES!!!!  That's what I've been thinking about till now.  This is the most interesting game that I've ever participated in.  It's a chess between myself and still myself--the health and the esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I still have no time for visiting a doctor.  But thank for my company, I know that I have several problems cause I had a health check in the August.  If I can't complete my job, the pressure would be overwhelmed.  So the strategy that I take recently, that is I take leave when I feel terrible.  If I go to work, I work as much as I can.  And thank for starbucks, you're really a good friend during this period.  The coffee helps me concentrate whole myself on work and forget the illness temporarily.  The battle begins and I don't know when it would end, perhaps the result releases on the day that I die, I don't know, sooner or later, I would encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend mentioned me, do you marry to your work?  Perhaps yes.  Since I have no any bf or epouse, why not.  At least, I experience my breath and my power, and the existence from it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you?  Do you marry to your work?  Does anyone have the same battle as me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-7440259827254533923?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/7440259827254533923/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=7440259827254533923' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/7440259827254533923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/7440259827254533923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2007/10/do-you-marry-to-your-work.html' title='Do you marry to your work?'/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-6057847067270662148</id><published>2007-02-04T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T23:44:41.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chère Wallis, vous rappelleriez-vous me pour toujours ?</title><content type='html'>Moi, je me depêche d'aller en reunion. Il est 13h25 et je pense que je serai au retard. Je regarde des personnes devant et commence à penser ma boîte de dejeuner. Je voudrais la nettoyer avant de joindre la reunion. Mais tellement beaucoup de personnes, je m'en inquiéte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Une Madame arrive, elle semble de savoir mon inquiet et me parle à l'air très naturelle. ¨Toi, tu as besion d'aide?¨ ¨Oui, j'ai une reunion et je suis au retard mais je veux quane même nettoyer ma boîte de dejeuner. Et il y a beaucoup de personnes attendent...¨ ¨Bon, vas en reunion! Ne t'inquiétes pas! Je peux le faire pour toi!" Elle est sérieuse et je la regarde avec surprise. Elle me confirme encore une fois qu'elle peut le faire pour moi et prendre ma boîte directment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis revenue au bureau à 15h30 et je vois ma boîte de dejeuner popre laissée devant de mon ordinateur. Et il y a 3 thé dans celle. C'est une très bonne idée! J'adore l'aide que cette madame m'a donnée. Donc je lui dis Merci beaucoup chaque fois quand je la vois. Je pense que c'est un petit secret entre nous deux...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celui serait un petit secret mais je suis racontée que beaucoup de personnes le savaient bien. Et je suis une seule du bureau qui a la prévilige d'avoir l'aide de cette madame. Cependant elle est résponsable de tout "12 etage", elle n'aide pas chaque personne individuelle. Ca me rends plus embarassée en particuliére quand je sais qu'elle dest déjà partie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je ne sais pas quel jour est le dernier pour elle. Mais quand même, la derniére phrase entre nous deux, c'est toujours "Je te remercie de m'aider à nettoyer la boîte de dejeuner". Et la derniére réponse d'elle à moi, c'est...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ALORS, Chère Wallis, vous rappelleriez-vous me pour toujours ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bien sure oui, je vais souvenir de ton aide toujours, en particuliér quane je m'occupe de nettoyer ma boîte de dejeuner."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bien sure oui, chère Madame! Pardonne-moi de t'appeler comme ça. Tu pars tout de suite et je ne pourrai pas avoir ton nom à temps. Et Je suis désolée aussi que je ne pourrais pas te dire "au revoir" pendant notre dernier dialogue. Je souhaite que tout vas bien avec toi. Merci et encore une fois!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-6057847067270662148?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/6057847067270662148/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=6057847067270662148' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/6057847067270662148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/6057847067270662148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2007/02/chre-wallis-vous-rappelleriez-vous-me.html' title='Chère Wallis, vous rappelleriez-vous me pour toujours ?'/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-116927367129586596</id><published>2007-01-20T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T14:21:01.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scoring</title><content type='html'>This monring when I woke up, I turned on TV and heard an interesting song of Stanley Huang, which is named "scoring" (打分數 in Chinese).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyric makes me laugh a lot! It shows two styles woman that all men dream for. Of course these two types represent two extremely different "sexy" for men as well. They are party girls &amp; well-mannered girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Party girls with spciy wearing, moving wildly and hot alone. Her body, her lips, and her dance are all so sexy to stick your eyes. How to score her? 7 or 8? When you try to approach her, she would proudly tell you who you think your are.  You're just one of the crowds of men who have ever shown interests. Of course you feel terrible. "Shut up your mouth" and you began to decrease the score. Besides, you shit in your mind also to her: if you want to get more points, you had better shake your body more sexily!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In contrast, well-mannered girls are polite. They know all know-hows to handle a family. With their uniforms, you think that their innocent is sexy as well. How to score her? Perhaps 8 or 9. When you try to approach her, she would tell you that my dad says, "no touch, no kiss, and no hugs". No this, no that, of course no everything. Of course you feel "MY GOD" again. "Shut up your mouth" and apparently you decrease the score from 9 to 0. As result, you decide to give up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Although "high heels is so sexy, lace is so sexy", you start to sigh....There's no perfect woman but all full of the 0-point women in your world. How to score?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the dearest counter-part of the world, please score yourself before scoring others. You always dream for the both. And most women truly have the both but they change always. People say that "the women" is like "the cats". Women are always sexy, no matter within or without clothes. They are born artice. Don't use your stupid eye on their deep actions. Or you could score 0 to all women in the world and you successfully get nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;歌名︰打分數作詞：崔惟楷/黃立行　作曲：Jao Chong/黃立行&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party girls故意穿得辣　就是怕我不盯住她&lt;br /&gt;一個人跳　態度殺　幫她打個分數　應該7或8&lt;br /&gt;sexy她的嘴唇翹的 so sexy 她的水蛇腰is so sexy&lt;br /&gt;party girls好騷　每個有一套　搖出18招&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想要跟我喝一杯你以為你是誰&lt;br /&gt;知不知道每天追我男人有一堆&lt;br /&gt;天啊扣分　給我shut your mouth&lt;br /&gt;要從4變8 你最好用力搖&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High heels so sexy　Lace is so sexy&lt;br /&gt;滿分的女人我找不到 0分的女人都到處跑&lt;br /&gt;High heels so sexy　Lace is so sexy&lt;br /&gt;到底打幾分　滿分不是你　到底打幾分 34567&lt;br /&gt;High heels so sexy　Lace is so sexy&lt;br /&gt;滿分的女人我找不到 0分的女人都到處跑&lt;br /&gt;High heels so sexy　Lace is so sexy&lt;br /&gt;到底打幾分　滿分不是你　到底打幾分 34567&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;乖乖牌長得超可愛　有禮貌一點都不跩&lt;br /&gt;愛做家事　愛煮菜　幫她打個分數給她8 or 9&lt;br /&gt;sexy穿著學生服is so sexy 她的表情無辜so sexy&lt;br /&gt;一副在等待　我這個黑馬王子　把她救出來&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爸爸說我不能牽手不能給你親&lt;br /&gt;這個不行　那個不行　什麼都不行&lt;br /&gt;天啊扣分　給我shut your mouth&lt;br /&gt;你這個9變4　我放牛吃草&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High heels so sexy　Lace is so sexy&lt;br /&gt;滿分的女人我找不到 0分的女人都到處跑&lt;br /&gt;High heels so sexy　Lace is so sexy&lt;br /&gt;到底打幾分　滿分不是你　到底打幾分 54321&lt;br /&gt;High heels so sexy　Lace is so sexy&lt;br /&gt;滿分的女人我找不到 0分的女人都到處跑&lt;br /&gt;High heels so sexy　Lace is so sexy&lt;br /&gt;到底打幾分　滿分不是你　到底打幾分 34567&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-116927367129586596?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/116927367129586596/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=116927367129586596' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/116927367129586596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/116927367129586596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2007/01/scoring.html' title='Scoring'/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-116909638957188438</id><published>2007-01-18T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T14:53:28.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>洛神賦</title><content type='html'>Dear Rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you always want to put me into death, with same the cruel action treated on 甄宓.  It is OK for me.  With the following attachment, I hope that I would be a such perfect woman as she is the article of 曹植.  And more, in this classic composition, we all know that death can't cover a great woman easily, not only for her beauty but also for the paradigm that she established.  Anyway, FYI!  Any comment is welcomed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;洛神賦  曹植&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;黃 初 三 年， 余 朝 京 師 ， 還 濟 洛 川 。&lt;br /&gt;古人 有 言 ， 斯 水 之 神 ， 名 曰 宓 妃 。&lt;br /&gt;感 宋 玉 對 楚 王 神 女 之 事 ， 遂 作 斯 賦 。 其 辭 曰 ：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;余 從 京 域 言 歸 東 藩 。背 伊 闕 ， 越 轘 轅 。 經 通 谷 ， 陵 景 山 。日 既 西 傾 ， 車 殆 馬 煩。 爾 迺 稅 駕 乎 蘅 皋 ， 秣 駟 乎 芝 田 。容 與 乎 陽 林 ， 流 眄 乎 洛 川。 於 是 精 移 神 駭， 忽 焉 思 散 。 俯 則 未 察 ， 仰 以 殊 觀 。睹一 麗 人 ， 于 巖 之 畔 。迺 援 御 者 而 告之 曰 ： 「 爾 有 覿 於 彼 者 乎 ？ 彼 何 人 斯， 若 此 之 豔 也 ？ 」 御 者 對 曰 ： 「 臣 聞 河 洛 之 神 ， 名 曰 宓 妃， 然 則 君 王 所 見 ， 無 迺 是 乎 ？ 其 狀 若 何 ？ 臣 願 聞 之 。 」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;余 告 之 曰：其 形 也 ， 翩 若 驚 鴻 ， 婉 若 遊 龍 。 榮 曜 秋 菊 ， 華 茂 春 松 。&lt;br /&gt;髣 彿 兮 若 輕 雲 之 蔽 月 ， 飄 颻 兮 若 流 風 之 迴 雪 。&lt;br /&gt;遠 而 望 之 ， 皎 若 太 陽升 朝 霞；迫 而 察 之 ，灼 若 芙 蕖 出 淥 波 。&lt;br /&gt;襛 纖 得 衷 ， 脩 短 合 度 。肩 若 削 成 ， 腰 如 約 素 。&lt;br /&gt;延 頸 秀 項 ， 皓 質 呈 露 。芳 澤 無 加 ， 鉛 華 弗 御 。&lt;br /&gt;雲 髻 峨 峨 ， 脩 眉 聯 娟 。丹 脣 外 朗 ， 皓 齒 內 鮮 。&lt;br /&gt;明 眸 善 睞 ， 靨 輔 承 權 。瑰 姿 豔 逸 ， 儀 靜 體 閑 。&lt;br /&gt;柔 情 綽 態 ， 媚 於 語 言 。奇 服 曠 世 ， 骨 像 應 圖 。&lt;br /&gt;披 羅 衣 之 璀 粲 兮， 珥 瑤 碧 之 華 琚。&lt;br /&gt;戴 金 翠 之 首 飾 ， 綴 明 珠 以 耀 軀 。&lt;br /&gt;踐 遠 遊 之 文 履 ， 曳 霧 綃 之 輕 裾 。&lt;br /&gt;微 幽 蘭 之 芳 藹 兮 ， 步 踟 躕 於 山 隅 。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;於 是 忽 焉 縱 體 ， 以 遨 以 嬉 。 左 倚 采 旄 ， 右 蔭 桂 旗 。&lt;br /&gt;攘 皓 腕 於 神 滸 兮 ， 采 湍 瀨 之 玄 芝。&lt;br /&gt;余 情 悅 其 淑 美 兮 ， 心 振 蕩 而 不 怡 。&lt;br /&gt;無 良 媒 以 接 懽 兮 ， 託 微 波 而 通 辭 。&lt;br /&gt;願 誠 素 之 先 達 兮 ， 解 玉 佩 以 要 之。&lt;br /&gt;嗟 佳 人 之 信 脩 ， 羌 習 禮 而 明 詩 。&lt;br /&gt;抗 瓊 珶 以 和 予 兮 ， 指 潛 淵 而 為 期 。&lt;br /&gt;執 眷 眷 之 款 實 兮 ， 懼 斯 靈 之 我 欺。&lt;br /&gt;感 交 甫 之 棄 言 兮 ， 悵 猶 豫 而 狐 疑 。&lt;br /&gt;收 和 顏 而 靜 志 兮 ， 申 禮 防 以 自 持 。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;於 是 洛 靈 感 焉 ， 徙 倚 傍 徨 。神光 離 合 ， 乍 陰 乍 陽 。&lt;br /&gt;竦 輕 軀 以 鶴 立， 若 將 飛 而 未 翔 。&lt;br /&gt;踐 椒 塗 之郁 烈 ， 步 蘅 薄 而 流 芳 。&lt;br /&gt;超 長 吟 以 永 慕 兮 ， 聲 哀 厲 而 彌 長 。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爾 迺 眾 靈 雜 遝 ， 命 儔 嘯 侶 。&lt;br /&gt;或 戲 清 流 ， 或 翔 神 渚 。 或 采 明 珠 ， 或 拾 翠 羽 。&lt;br /&gt;從 南 湘 之 二 妃 ， 攜 漢 濱 之 游 女 。&lt;br /&gt;歎 匏 瓜 之 無 匹 兮 ， 詠 牽 牛 之 獨 處 。&lt;br /&gt;揚 輕 褂 之 猗 靡兮 ， 翳 脩 袖 以 延 佇 。&lt;br /&gt;體 迅 飛 鳧 ， 飄 忽 若 神 。 陵 波 微 步 ， 羅 襪 生 塵 。&lt;br /&gt;動 無 常 則 ， 若 危 若 安 。 進 止 難 期 ， 若 往 若 還 。&lt;br /&gt;轉 眄 流 精 ， 光 潤 玉 顏 。 含 辭 未 吐 ， 氣 若 幽 蘭 。&lt;br /&gt;華 容 婀 娜 ， 令 我 亡 懷 。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;於 是 屏 翳 收 風 ， 川 后 靜 波 。 馮 夷 鳴 鼓 ， 女 媧 清 歌 。&lt;br /&gt;騰 文 魚 以 警 乘 ， 鳴 玉 鸞 以 偕 逝 。&lt;br /&gt;六 龍 儼 其 齊 首 ， 載 雲 車 之 容 裔 。&lt;br /&gt;鯨 鯢 踊 而 夾 轂 ， 水 禽 翔 而 為 衛 。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;於 是 越 北 沚 ， 過 南 岡 。 紆 素 領 ， 迴 清 陽 。&lt;br /&gt;動 朱 脣 以 徐 言 ， 陳 交 接 之 大 綱 。&lt;br /&gt;恨 人 神 之 道 殊 兮 ， 怨 盛 年 之 莫 當 。&lt;br /&gt;抗 羅 袂 以 掩 涕 兮 ， 淚 流 襟 之 浪 浪 。&lt;br /&gt;悼 良 會 之 永 絕 兮 ， 哀 一 逝 而 異 鄉 。&lt;br /&gt;無 微 情 以 效 愛 兮 ， 獻 江 南 之明 璫 。&lt;br /&gt;雖 潛 處 於 太 陰 ， 長 寄 心 於 君 王 。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;於 是 背 下 陵 高 ， 足 往 神 留 。 遺 情 想 像 ， 顧 望 懷 愁 。&lt;br /&gt;冀 靈 體 之 復 形 ， 御 輕 舟 而 上 溯 。&lt;br /&gt;浮 長 川 而 忘 反 ， 思 綿 綿 而 增 慕 。&lt;br /&gt;夜 耿 耿 而 不 寐 ， 霑 繁 霜 而 至 曙 。&lt;br /&gt;命 僕 夫 而 就 駕 ， 吾 將 歸 乎 東 路 。&lt;br /&gt;攬 騑 轡 以 抗 策 ， 悵 盤 桓 而不 能 去 。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-116909638957188438?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/116909638957188438/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=116909638957188438' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/116909638957188438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/116909638957188438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='洛神賦'/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-116892934052348359</id><published>2007-01-16T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T20:52:47.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Une Soirée pasée à ICU</title><content type='html'>Lundi soir, 18h00, je me suis dépêchée d'aller a l'hopital NTU. Il y a 14 mois que je n'y suis pas allée.  Mon coeur est toujours compliqué quand meme. Cette fois, je suis pas une patiente, mais je vais visiter ma grand mère.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ICU, est la ou elle habite récement.Elle est dans une grande chambre avec 11 autres patients, accompagnés par l'équipe médicale. Les visites de familles sont interdites, sauf pour évenement spécial. Selon mes parents,elle changent souvent de voisins de chambre. Ils éprouvent la vie et la mort en un après midi. On ne trouve rien içi, sauf la fragilité de la vie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'arrive finalement à 19h00, les visiteurs et les patients se cotoient dans les couloirs, dans l'hopital. J'ai vu mes parents et la famille de ma mère. Cela fait longtemps que je ne les ai pas vus. Je trouve qu'on se rencontre souvent à l'hopital ces dernières années. Je n'aime pas du tout l'hopital, mais je retrouve ma famille içi.  Je connais bien la situation et l'atmosphere de l'hopital, alors ça ne me perturbe pas. Beaucoup de mes collègues me trouvent étrange.  Je suis trop tranquille.  Mais je crois que tout le monde pourra l'être comme moi s'il a passé tellement beaucoup de temps à l'hopitale.&lt;br /&gt;Jje pense que pour ma grand mère, sa situation s'améliore.  Elle me reconnait, elle sait qui je suis. Elle pourrait m'appeler quand je suis à cotée de son lit, mais cependant elle a des situations difficiles à résoudre.  J'ai commencée à penser...Ma grand mère et moi, on a des problèmes de santé en commun.  Notre seule difference, c'est l'âge.  Bien sure je suis plus jeune.  Dans le futur, il est probable que je rencontre les mêmes difficultées qu'ellle.  Pour moi c'est une chance de comprendre...la beauté de la vie ce n'est pas seulement la puissance et le bonheur, mais aussi sa fragilité et la douleur..sans quoi nous ne pouvons apprécier le reste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19h30 la visite s'achève.  C'est vrai que je ne suis pas trop surprise ni inquiète.  Peut-être parce que j'ai eue un mariage en Avril, la mort en Mai, et, la naissance en Juin.  Ce sont les choses les plus importantes dans une vie que j'ai rencontrée en 2006.  Le cycle de la vie.  C'est ça.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-116892934052348359?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/116892934052348359/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=116892934052348359' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/116892934052348359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/116892934052348359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2007/01/une-soire-pase-icu.html' title='Une Soirée pasée à ICU'/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-116870512746958811</id><published>2007-01-13T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T00:18:47.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiger Huang--the voice memorable</title><content type='html'>I have no special feeling when I was informed that our year-end party would be held in Jong-Shan Building, which was the location of national parliament before.  With worry, I borrowed a traditional Chinese suite from my mom in order to follow the directions of invitators.  And for the prizes, I always know that they won't be prepared for me.  But Tiger Huang, a famous singer here, was invited to have the show in our party.  That's what I expect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's not the most beloved singer for me.  However, her voice and some of her songs are definitely affective and attractive.  She sang some old and classic songs here, whicn really brought me to the memorable old time through her strong voice.  She didn't bring fashion show-clothes and fantastic band but with her and the spot light of her, we all experienced the charm and the power of "live show".  Although it's not really correspondent to the style of Jong-Shan building, her voice really catch all eyes of the party.  Compared to her show, the feast and the prize are not expective to me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiger Huang, you are deserved to be called as "pub queen"!!  I'd like to experience once more your live show again!  Encore et Bravo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-116870512746958811?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/116870512746958811/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=116870512746958811' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/116870512746958811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/116870512746958811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2007/01/tiger-huang-voice-memorable.html' title='Tiger Huang--the voice memorable'/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-116853877766396752</id><published>2007-01-12T01:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T23:43:09.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all coming back to me now!!</title><content type='html'>I admit that I'm too naive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw the prediction of Zodiac for Cancer 2007, which said that 2007 would be a busy year for Cancer, I put it aside and thought, "That's really ridiculous!" But now, I know that I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my working life since April 2006, the Friday of 31 December, which is the first day that I stayed in the office even though the air conditioner had already been turned off. And unbelievable, I experienced the same after one week. I think that I need to shout out cause I have too many stuffs since I was back to office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The August for me is really stressful.  But I think that it's worth cause my tough effort got rewards as the best contribution on Q4 last year.  I thought that I got rid of those mountain-high quotations since I all handed out.  But now, they all became the contracts and came back to me now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't dare to caculate how many contracts that I prepared.  Besides, I run more amortization tables which should be the total amounts of two months.  My working life is terribly busy.  Thursday afternoon, I got two hours free since a busy working morning.  I'm starting to think that the hell is passed and the heaven is coming.  Now I should worry how to dress up for the HP year end party on Friday night, which requires us to be show off with Chinese style.  But I was happy too early.  I forgot that I had a meeting before the party.  And I underestimated it.  Although I knew that I should prepare to share my function, I didn't think that I should prepare with slides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 17h30, my collogue told me that one new member prepared the slide for presentation.  I still had the thought that....I needn't...Hey, just 15 minutes, why work so hard?  And it's Friday, come on let's have fun than serious presentation.  18h47, the moment when I still helped one collegue to progress a report, I recieved a mail from a senior collegue.  And she came to my seat to ask me if I recieved the template of slide.  OH MY GOD.  Actually, I wanted to leave the office as soon as possible after busy working, which means that I didn't have enough time to drink even a cup of water or go to toilet.  It's near 19h00 and I need to think of my dress tomorrow.  Of course, I don't like to do it.  But it seems that I can't skip....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to leave the office immediately in case any urgence occurs.  Then it's the first time that I brought my work home.  And that's because I wrote this on my blog.  Now it's 2h00.  After 11 hours, I should enter the meeting room to present my slides.  I hope that my new year 2007, it should be more easier to pass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, I still love you, HP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-116853877766396752?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/116853877766396752/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=116853877766396752' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/116853877766396752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/116853877766396752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-all-coming-back-to-me-now.html' title='It&apos;s all coming back to me now!!'/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-116358428988360337</id><published>2006-11-15T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:52:04.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outstanding Contributer (2)</title><content type='html'>The 24 May, we moved to 12F as our new office. (I still love the atmosphere of 10F, with more space more silence, and more fresh air while less personal crush and noise...) The 1 June, I changed to Contract Operation as my new home here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The formal onboard date for me is 3 July. Before, I use different NT domain to login the computer here and once get an alert due to "too many logon records" :p. After one week, I get my own number to access system...SAP O&amp;C. However I prefer the compass, it's more beautiful :p And I get another to run a series system which have deep connection with SAP. They are complicated and old sometimes I met system problems. What I do has an official name, that's internal facing. I support other teammates. I did hundreds of quotation draft as a backup for easing the stress of peak season. And that's why I got this award. Life here is busy and stable. It's too fantastic for me to think of the past life before April. The hell seems far a way. And perhaps that's why I lose motive to update my blog...:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recontact AIESECers here. This office has two great company and old friends gather. Betty, my direct boss in AIESEC when I was a VP in NTULC. Tanya ,who I knew for participating in AP conference in Ausie in 2001. Sandy, who is 2 years elder than me works in P&amp;amp;G for support SKII stuff. This is important for me cause most of my AIESEC best friends are rare in Taiwan now. Of course I would ask myself often: why I am still here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HP and AIESEC there are several points in common. They are international and they both have many special usages just for the ppl belonged there. The atmosphere is creative and open. Here I reget my feeling in working in AIESEC for my university life. Here it seems that I meet the same open-minded persons and collogues that I once co-worked in AIESEC as well. The only different is, in HP, system and regulation are solid, we need approval for more progressing, while in AIESEC, we use friendship to conquer each difficuly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should pause here. There's one sales who speak "too loud" in the office....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-116358428988360337?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/116358428988360337/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=116358428988360337' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/116358428988360337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/116358428988360337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2006/11/outstanding-contributer-2.html' title='Outstanding Contributer (2)'/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-116145286477439091</id><published>2006-10-22T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T01:47:44.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outstanding Contributer (1)</title><content type='html'>"This is to appreciate your great contribution to our organization.&lt;br /&gt;We hope you enjoy this award with your family members&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name Wallis Liu&lt;br /&gt;Outstanding contribution:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wallis supported customter facing admin: Rita, Lydia, Polly, and Yvonne to finish draft quotations, around 229 documents, during the peak season.  Would like to use this award to thank her contribution."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 4th Apil, 2006, the day when I entered the Hsin Yi Office of HP Taiwan, with delight and a little bit worry, I begin my career as a formal employee.  Most familiar friends knew that my last working experiences gave me considerable negative impression.  And that also resulted my distrust and disappointment toward getting along with people.  And of course, this is the first time that I touched a real business, which means that isn't public sector, neither NPO or NGO.  My first image for this business center is that I use excel frequently.  The degree is too high for me to start thinking:  Is word in my computer just for decoration?  And comes after is the working stress.  Of course people in HP never abuste me, instead, they really respect and take care of me.  Everyone is so nice and ready to give you help if you needed no matter how heavy their workload is and how busy they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work for system tranfsering for two months within an amazing team with great people.  Why this team is amazing?  Of course everyone is excellent in their duty.  But what impresses me a lot is that everyone support different function.  That means not so close interaction with each one for their work.  We handle things independently and follow the related policy which may not be same in general.  I spend 2.5 hours to learn two different systems, the newest and the oldest.  And following one week, I leared how to support individually, yes "individually".  I separate myself to adapt to everyone's expectation and make sure that I won't get confused.  This is an interesting experience for me though I didn't do things too special.  At least, I found myself capable for complicated system handling and strict quality of process.  I am busy but I am happy.  I work with press and I work with challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After complete PBO, Compass, and Fusion,  I got another chance to take full responsiblity in another team.  I get my first chance for job rotation after two month.  I think this kind of experience is unusual for other HP employees cause others get job rotation at leat with the experience of one and half a year.  Different team, different culture, the what does not change is the business culture and the attitude toward new onboard member.  People here are also kind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-116145286477439091?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/116145286477439091/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=116145286477439091' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/116145286477439091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/116145286477439091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2006/10/outstanding-contributer-1.html' title='Outstanding Contributer (1)'/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-115200806933641689</id><published>2006-07-04T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T18:14:29.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wallis.liu@hp.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;comme ca, wallis a commence sa nouvelle vie au HP Taiwan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Le 27 juin, apres passant son anniversaire de 25 ans, elle est devenue d'accepter sa nouvelle identitee--un gateau de noel.  Et plus, elle a savu b ien qu'elle est deja expiree.  Mais rien ne change car Wallis a fait attention a sa nouvelle chanllenge de nouveaux missions.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;La fin de cette mois, elle a fini son histoire douleuse pendent 9 mois.  Pour elle, maintenant elle reprends le sentiment de vivre.  Dans la societe amerique, elle a compris bien que la culture de travailler et la facon de commander, ceux tous importants pour le sentiment d'employee.  Souvent Wallis doute si elle ne va bien qu'avec l'atmosphere tout feminine.  Quand elle est fiere d'etre une feministe, est-ce que celui est un problem pour elle?  Moi, je suis sure qu'elle est trop hereuse maintenant parce qu'elle croit bien que les femmes soient les plus mieux que les hommes sur leadership.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quoi est nouveau dans sa vie recement?  Elle s'enjoie de regarder chaque match de la Coupe de monde 2006.  Elle aime bien le soccer depuis cela 2002.  Cependent son equipe preferee--le Bresil-- est deja elimine par une autre preferee--la France, n'import de quoi, Wallis a trouve le coeur de sa vie apres le travail.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;En fait, la vie de Wallis ne change pas beaucoup.  Et elle est toujours paresseuse de completer son these de matrise.  Si tu es un ami d'elle, demande-lui toujours pour combattre la paresse.  Il faut le faire completement comme faire du sport pour sa sante!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Au moins, &lt;a href="mailto:wallis.liu@hp.com"&gt;wallis.liu@hp.com&lt;/a&gt;.  Et alors, bon courage!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-115200806933641689?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/115200806933641689/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=115200806933641689' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/115200806933641689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/115200806933641689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2006/07/wallisliuhpcom.html' title='wallis.liu@hp.com'/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-115102941658442257</id><published>2006-06-23T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T10:23:36.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Between the twilight of chaos</title><content type='html'>It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had everything before us, we had nothing before us,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way it is now, I think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-115102941658442257?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/115102941658442257/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=115102941658442257' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/115102941658442257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/115102941658442257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2006/06/between-twilight-of-chaos.html' title='Between the twilight of chaos'/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-114913261947546713</id><published>2006-06-01T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T11:30:19.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciao TIER!!</title><content type='html'>Many friends of mine know that I use this blog space as a emotional trash can.  I dropped too many negative messages here.  But this time, this article, I want to share my feeling about how grateful that I am now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao TIER, cependent j'ai travaille depuis 2.5 ans avec beaucoup amis et colleges, je pense que partir c'est mieux.  Ciao TIER, c'est aussi mieux apres je t'ai laisse, alors je peux trouver que ce monde est tellement meillure.  Ciao TIER, c'est encore mieux que je n'y aurais entre plus, et je pouvais me souvenir mes yeux avec hereux.  Ciao TIER, maintenant je me prepare de partir.  Ne t'inquiete pas!!  Tout la douleur que tu m'as pose longtemps, je suis allee de l'oublier.  Je sais bien si la nouvelle vie belle avec laquelle je reve de vivre, il faut t'abondonner.  Ciao TIER, le moment arrive, j'ai besion de l'air plus libre et ouverte.  Avec mon sac et joie, souhaite-moi un avenir beau.  Dans la terre sous le soleil, je crois qu'il a des personnes qui m'attenendront!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merci TIER, grace a toi, j'ai rencontre des amis tres sympas.  Merci TIER, grace a toi, j'ai passe des incidents tres mauvais et alors je comprends que le monde n'est pas toujours joli.  Merci TIER, grace a toi, j'ai gagne des opportunites d'experiencer le monde exterieur que toi.  Et j'ai savu que la ciel est plus bleu que celle a toi.  Merci TIER, grace a toi, j'ai commence d'entendre que la sante est tellement importante pour humaine.  Merci TIER, je te remercie encore.  Grace a toi, je peux comprends que la puissance est tellement terrible et le coeur de personne change immediatement.  Personne ne vois le veritable visage facilment.  Ne crois pas aucune personne facilement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A la fin, avec beaucoup de merci et ciao, au moins, deux ans sont passes.  La qualite de vie n'import de laide ou belle.  Malgre les deux, moi, je vais continuer a vivre moi-meme bien!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-114913261947546713?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/114913261947546713/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=114913261947546713' title='3 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/114913261947546713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/114913261947546713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2006/06/ciao-tier.html' title='Ciao TIER!!'/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-114783881753306486</id><published>2006-05-17T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T15:26:02.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe that I want to cry</title><content type='html'>I'm passing an awful day. I just finished a terrible interaction with my superieur. I can't believe why people could chage face immediately. I just want to do myself and that's all. But am I wrong? Why those kind of boring and sucking stuffs always come bump into me? I start to doubt myself. Do I committe any error that I don't know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered that I applied one job that isn't called mermaid. But why I do more and more like a mermaid? Why she treats me more and more unpolitely? Is Power that makes people forget the right or the wrong? Is heirarchy that misleads people to have a preventive status? Is the small office that makes the mind narrower and narrower? And even is the low ceiling hiding the sky and that gives people a fatancy--I am the king of the world. I see the prejudice of Power and then I pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human beings are intertwined with network, not status. Human beings are interdependent, not rely on obedience and discipline. I see so many ugly thins here and that makes me lose any confidence on sincerety. I find myself lost. I don't know how to interact. I question each action that people give me and try to analyse if they are rival. I feel sorry for myself because I distrust everyone more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equality is important. I passed nearly one year without euqlity. My health suffers and my mind does as well. A medium room with about 40 people, is it too complicated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that I want to cry. And if each tear could drop into word, I have believed that they can write a very painful story of mine. I pained long, and I find that my limit arrives just now. I can't afford any more and of course, can't suffer more. No more, please. If you're still human, no more. And Wallis, good day, good night, good luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-114783881753306486?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/114783881753306486/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=114783881753306486' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/114783881753306486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/114783881753306486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-believe-that-i-want-to-cry.html' title='I believe that I want to cry'/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-114405434580834881</id><published>2006-04-03T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T16:52:25.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>在黑暗中，獨舞，抑或漫步？！</title><content type='html'>羅曼菲走了，然而那張輓歌的獨舞迴旋影，卻在我的心頭震盪，沒有停歇。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;又是一個夜晚，我感到渾身躁熱，起身，我走出臥房，夜沁涼，卻到不了我週遭。平躺，一谷火再度自腳底焚燒至頭，我痛苦難耐，似乎淚水也蒸乾了，唯一能做，便是起身。在漆黑中，走回平穩的溫度。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那張劇照，羅曼菲著素衣，在黑暗的舞台，獨自迴旋。輓歌，離我太遙遠，那時只有八歲的我，不知道武力與血可怕，也不清楚獻出生命的自由，有多可貴。然而素衣，卻是黑暗中最明亮的寧靜。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;翻來覆去，眼前仍是一片黑，我捨不得睜開眼，宣告：我又失眠了。賭氣，我不希望敗在莫名的躁熱之下。每翻一次身，我的意志，是黑暗中最清晰的指引，他有力的掙扎，並且不斷地嘶吼：我躺在一塊有如古墓派練功的冰床。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;羅曼菲似是凝視舞衣，卻又注視著一點－－保持迴旋不墜的平衡點。那是獨舞的喜悅，黑暗，將她襯托得更明亮了，我可以想像，那是令人感動的轉動，不停歇地，是對生命的熱愛，及追求。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我看不到躁熱，黑暗中，眼前仍是一片黑暗，但是卻又清楚感受他的運動，自腳底而上，慢慢蔓延身軀、四肢，最後來到我的意志，這是痛苦的折磨，我卻又異常清楚地感受，也唯有接受。真是令人沮喪，原來生命的鬥士，永遠比生命的烈士付出更慘痛的代價。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;輓歌，似是哀傷的舞碼，卻充滿著生命的力量，雖是黑暗中獨舞，卻令人感受光明與活力，時間是凝結的，如同劇照中靜止的舞者，凍結在，生命最美好的一課／刻上。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我感受到曙光，那是移動的象徵，躁熱將自腳底褪去，一如他來時路，然而失眠的疲倦，卻箝住我，陽光底下，沒又黑暗的曖昧，一切明朗。我自黑暗，漫步至光明，痛苦並未消失，身體是最大的黑暗，也是最大的囚籠，意志在獨舞，身體卻漫步，身體趕不上迴旋的意志，而意志也飛不出巨大的黑暗，有如在舞台上旋轉的舞者，終有停止之時，只是，這似乎並不是最美的一刻，那是痛苦的結晶，因為他被鐵絲綁住了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-114405434580834881?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/114405434580834881/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=114405434580834881' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/114405434580834881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/114405434580834881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title='在黑暗中，獨舞，抑或漫步？！'/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-114283158736606046</id><published>2006-03-20T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T13:13:07.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bureau Men /Settlement Women--Preface</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;一、緣起&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Waldo的&lt;em&gt;The Administrative State&lt;/em&gt;，"公共行政不只是一組極大化政府效能的工具，而是一整套關於政府的規範性理論”(Public administration...was not simply a set of techinical maxims for governmental efficiency but a full-blown normative theory of government)。Waldo視公共行政為政治哲學(think of public administration as a political philosophy)，也從歷史的角度來思考(and to think of it historically)，從此給了Cammilla不同的思考方向。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;二、觀察角度&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waldo看到了位於公共行政的核心掙扎：行政效率及民主，仍持續成為行政學界討論的重點。Camilla基於Waldo的觀點--科學與商業仍視公共行政領域有所產出的重要力量(Sience and business as crucial forces shaping the emergence of the field)，加入了"性別"的角度。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;三、故事內容&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在大躍進的年代，及二十世紀出的二十年，男人與女人皆共同為了改善城市政府與都市生活而付出努力。然而，他們卻以截然不同的方式呈現，這些方式係基於男女於社會上被期待的性別角色，因此，即使男性與女性承受了相同的目標，卻轉化成不同的活動。簡單形容這類差異：男性的嚐試係使城市運作趨於商業化；而女性卻想使城市變得像一個家。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;四、目的&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如同Waldo所說，在一個缺乏女性作為及其對於這個領域貢獻的任何紀錄之下，任何說法都能成立，且具有說服力。然而，不去考慮女性的活動，很難想像出另一種迥異的模式(如Waldo所說的"古老政體")，故本書的目的，就是質疑這種"視為當然"的氛圍,這種氛圍充斥整個公共行政領域，並阻擋其預見了不同之可能。(As Waldo showed, in the absence of any knowledge about what women of the time were doing and what they might have contributed to the field's development, one can tell the story of public administration and tell it persuasively.  But without considering women's activities, it is difficult to imagine an alternative other than, as Waldo wryly noted, the ancien regime.  My project is aimed at calling into question this taken-for-granted quality, which permeates the field and keeps it from seeing what might be.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-114283158736606046?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/114283158736606046/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=114283158736606046' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/114283158736606046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/114283158736606046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2006/03/bureau-men-settlement-women-preface.html' title='Bureau Men /Settlement Women--Preface'/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-114232688886989746</id><published>2006-03-14T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T11:39:55.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Taiwan becomes Narnia...</title><content type='html'>Trop de bruits et j'espere d'etant tranquille....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is really clear. That means that you committed the horrible crinime, no doubt. Why you daren't confess? Or why your appologise is always so weak and full of denial. We see slaughters everywhere every day, between the survial and the extinguishment. Too many to be anaesthetized. So what is the critical point, it's the intention. For meats or for blood? If, for the endless unsatisfaction of desire to control, that will frozen most people. Dis desole, celui pourrait devenir la motive de marcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone sees that you put it on the advertisement. If it's right, just do it. Besides, doing right things never appeals to attack while personal problems would always be the core calling for criticize. I admit that ambiguity would always brings the beauty at some degree. However, who likes it so much? Can you accept that your relationship always stands still? Even though years go by, you still stand at the same point...not jumping into the grave of marriage neither turning separation. Is it love? Or it's the excuse of a coward who is lack of courage and daren't pay any responsibity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allo!! Bienvenue a Narnia en Asie. Maintenant il neige plus que pluie. Toutes les choses sont genees. On vit sous l'atmosphere frappee. Personne ne s'exprime donc la verite est cachee. Mesonges seraient les plus jolis peintures. On les voie et reste muet.  Tout le monde est d'habitude du degre bas quand meme. Aussi ils sont controle par quelques gens vieux et laides. C'est plus mauvais que Narnia car laquelle est la terre de la sorciere blanche. Au moins, elle est belle. C'est quoi on devrait faire? Attends ou echape? J'espere d'arrivee d'Aslan. On a besion de personne qui peut apporter la justice et le courage pour saufer tout ce qui est en train de souffrir. Je crois qu'il y a une personne qui peut resoudre toutes les questions laissees et re-launcer toutes les actions qu'il faut faire. Mais je doute: c'est un beau reve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naria avec Aslan rentre l'origine finalement. C'est l'histoire vrai dans le monde d'histoire. Mais ou est notre Aslan? Nous attendons...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-114232688886989746?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/114232688886989746/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=114232688886989746' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/114232688886989746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/114232688886989746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2006/03/when-taiwan-becomes-narnia.html' title='When Taiwan becomes Narnia...'/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-114180386014337228</id><published>2006-03-08T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T15:44:20.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/238/5871/640/photo01-02.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/238/5871/200/photo01-02.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment tu penses de cela?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-114180386014337228?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/114180386014337228/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=114180386014337228' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/114180386014337228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/114180386014337228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2006/03/comment-tu-penses-de-cela.html' title=''/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-114172187903893278</id><published>2006-03-07T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T15:29:47.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>好大一個洞!!</title><content type='html'>在這當口，我發現了一個洞，我無法測量它的深度，但似乎是深不見底......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;二月八日晚上，見證了一場雪花與火花的感動，那只是尋常的景象，週遭的人也稀稀落落，然而夜色是最美的畫布，看著不斷落下的白雪，即努力上衝的煙火，疲乏與無知的感官，似乎活絡起來，一股溼熱充塞眼眶，如同充溢胸間的溫熱，讓我感到滿足與美好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我去拜訪了神的故鄉，比起溫泉與城堡，在神的故鄉，我感受到前所未有的平靜與喜樂，我總是以為自己是都市動物，沒有霓虹燈與喧囂，是顯現不出生活的彩度。但是在神的故鄉，一切很單純，也很安靜，顏色很單調，沒有渲染，似乎更貼近最初與原始。上山時，總想著當年的神是沿路走下來的，這裡的神沒有形象，他留下了器物彰顯神威與神力。我照鏡子，想著神似乎也從鏡子中看到我，究竟神看到的我，與鏡子看到的我，及我看到的我，有不同嗎？有人看到了身體下的苦痛嗎？還是過度傷春悲秋的情緒？還是一切都像是浮光掠影，只是一場痛苦的夢，痛到沒人願意醒過來。我的身體不斷移動，漂浮與現實與想像，惡夢與神話裡，過度斷裂的思緒與切割的片段，無法拼湊完整，也無法看清全貌，現實真是現實嗎？還是另一個過度的想像？蒙上溫泉的煙霧與熱氣，鏡像糊掉了，也許我需要的是劍，因為鏡子只是無窮盡的複製，然而劍卻能破立新局。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;東尼瀧谷，孤獨氛圍充斥的電影，藉著音樂、圖畫與衣服，訴說著人心中的深沉孤寂，及悲哀。數量與孤獨感成正比，何時，情感的強烈也可以藉由數量來烘托呢？我與村上不熟，然而，那股深沉的孤獨與寂寥，卻吸引著我，即使我仍是只能從絮般的片段，以自我的文本，重新想像，再現村上......作者，文本，導演，演員，應看而未看的我，神交的互動，帶來了另一種孤獨感，至少色彩更多了，聲音更雜了，即使所有的互動出於無形，我也開始環視，聽音樂的我，穿衣服的我，沉迷於所有美的事物的我，是否，換了嚴重的戀物癖而不自知，是否最孤單可憐的人，還猶如井底之蛙般，高傲地睥睨，裹著愉悅與歡欣的國王新衣，卻不自覺透露了最赤裸脆弱的靈魂；沉溺於自我的文本，消費過往的訊息，一意孤行，執著不悔？旅人究竟孤獨？或擁有超然的灑脫？流浪是否只是無目的的旅行？漂泊又是自由的表徵嗎？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沒多久，我來到了雪鄉，那一片只有雪白與煙霧，溫泉與列車，旅人與藝妓的空間。果然，顏色很單純，白日的白及白雪的白，黑夜的黑與煙霧的曚，因此，移動的人特別清楚，時間被大雪掩埋了，山中無日月，這是最好的寫照。即使時間不明，雪似乎下不停，人性的轉折與扭捏，卻讓人愈趨寒冷，我無法理解那冰冷的觸感，如何直插入心臟，完全不留痕跡？是雪鄉的蕭瑟嗎？是大雪的掩埋嗎？部分真像被鎖住了，我彷彿搭乘北國列車，在黑暗中前進，窗外的景象，被濃烈的霧氣暈染，讓我猜不透，那究竟是什麼，卻彷彿感覺到，真相，似乎再那麼一點，就到了。可惜，我仍未看到，我震攝於雪鄉的白雪，那一切幾乎近於死寂的白，專注於急速下降的體溫，感受血液似乎就要凝結的喘息，模糊的看著彆扭卻又深入的互動，卻抓不出個所以然。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;洞，即使到了現在，也無法被填滿，即使是滿腔的文字，也無法填滿......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-114172187903893278?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/114172187903893278/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=114172187903893278' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/114172187903893278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/114172187903893278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title='好大一個洞!!'/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-113800802369839843</id><published>2006-01-23T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T17:20:23.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>make-up party!</title><content type='html'>Yes!!  I missed agian--an opportunity for crazily messing up and then suddenly disappearing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There always exists un evil intention deep in my heart, but it is passing like a ray, too fast to chase; like a flash, too short to be true.  Although I want, it's impossible to come true cause I hardly to see its real appearance.  The only thing that I'm quite sure and am proud of is being a person without solid essence.  Vividly like a mirror, I project everyone's lute, desire and dream.  The perfect transparence, like a shining star in a blurred dark sky,  stares at your terrors and horrors.  Then appears as a brutal monster, hungry for a long while, hunting down the moon.  Its favorite sacrifice is lonliness and silence.  As a resident in the endless nightmare, it hopes for transfer.  Yes.  That's the way I  catch your eyes and your attention, through the emerging curiosity, sorry but you're already a victime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine as angel not totally pure, he can travel from the paradise and the dust.  He gets invisible wings--actually I'm not sure whether the wings are invisible or nothing at all.  Mixed angel has foot and human like body.  Mostly he walks instead of flying, but he tells himself always: it's mind that divides a saint or a devil.  Devil gets wings as well but they are black.  It should be standing at the extreme point--absolute purity or chao--that could become a complete angel or devil.  His choice is always ambigous, and that's the reason why he's a mixed.  He tastes everyone's mood but never involved by himself.  There's only dust on foot and the mind is still empty--a shinning mirror reflects everything projected to it.  It recieves but never accepts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carring with modernity and post-modernity, walking through a long passage of time, a vagrant passed up and down each changing space.  No destination, he doesn't know his home and of course, there's nowhere for him to belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes thought I am eager to parcitipate in, I still missed this opportunity.  Though I am always here, never disappear...sigh...always lack of motivation and a little bit action...courage and impluse....sigh....I am still who I am even though I am not sure whether I am wearing a mask--just like everyone does.  Tout le monde est en train de participer au fete!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-113800802369839843?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/113800802369839843/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=113800802369839843' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/113800802369839843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/113800802369839843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2006/01/make-up-party.html' title='make-up party!'/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-113800468978147275</id><published>2006-01-23T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T15:16:57.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cites of several paragraphs!</title><content type='html'>(A) Cruelty and compassion come with the chromosomes;&lt;br /&gt;All men are merciful and all are murderers.&lt;br /&gt;Doting on dogs, they build their Dachaus;&lt;br /&gt;Fire whole cities and fondle the orphans;&lt;br /&gt;Are loud against lynching, but all for Oakridge;&lt;br /&gt;Full of future philanthropy, but today are NKVD.&lt;br /&gt;Whom shall we persecute, for whom feel pity?&lt;br /&gt;It is all a matter of the moment's mores,&lt;br /&gt;Of words on wood pulp, of radios roaring,&lt;br /&gt;Of communist kindergartens and first communions.&lt;br /&gt;Only in the knowledge of his own Essence&lt;br /&gt;Has any man ceased to be many monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Huxley, 1984, p. 75)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(B) Science Explores, Techonology Executes, Mankind Conforms&lt;br /&gt;--motto of the 1933 World's Fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(C) Administrative evil is not easily identified as such because its appearance is masked; moreover, in our ordinary roles with our taken for granted assumptions about the modern world, &lt;em&gt;we wear the mask&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Adams, G. B. &amp; Balfour, D. L., 1998 xxiii)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(D) "Relations between the sexes are a primary aspect of social organization"; that individuals' sense of themselves as men or women are "in large part culturally determined" rather than biological or an outgrowth of individual personality; and that differences between the sexes display and reinforce a hierarchical organization that privileges masculinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Joan Wallach Scott, P.8 BM/SW)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(E) "Emergent rulers have legitimized domination, strength, central authority, and ruling power as masculine (enemies, outsiders, subversives, weakness as feminine) and made that code literal in laws (forbidding women's political participation, outlawing abortion, prohibiting wage-earning by mothers, imposing female dress codes) that put women in their place. "  Gender shapes the dynamics of public life just as it does in private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.8 BM/SW)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-113800468978147275?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/113800468978147275/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=113800468978147275' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/113800468978147275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/113800468978147275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2006/01/cites-of-several-paragraphs.html' title='Cites of several paragraphs!'/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-113095241217780098</id><published>2005-11-03T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T11:10:48.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>與黃老師約定的作業(四):男人的不自在</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;事件:&lt;/strong&gt;記得我剛進院裡上班時,負責我的是一位男性研究人員,當時的處長只要一不在,他就成為處長代理人,因此,我很自然以為他是處長的秘書,專門為處長處理大小事,過濾一些雜事.不過當我以秘書稱呼他,他總是很不好意思對我說....我不是處長秘書,請不要叫我秘書.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;官僚組織觀點:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;進入官僚系統,會直接以職務內容與稱謂做連結,即使那位男性研究人員是研究人員,但是他日常所涉及之事務,仍讓我不自覺認為他是秘書.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;官僚組織對於事權劃分極為精細,使得即使同間辦公室的人,彼此因為這份切割也往往不了解相互間的業務,導致所有的認知皆指向事務,而不是個人.愈趨理性的官僚組織, 離人性也愈趨遙遠.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;女性主義的角度:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;配合著官僚體系對於職稱的看重,及社會價值對於照護性工作的鄙視,秘書這充滿女性化的職務,對一個男性而言,會直接衝擊其自我認同.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;組織體系與結構的性別化,對於不符合其性別的男性與女性皆會造成心理上的扭曲.對於一個高階層的女性主管,其必須做出符合高階層男性氣質的行為,成為雄性氣概的犧牲者也是複製者,這種情形,類似佛洛伊德所說的"陽具崇拜".但對位身處低階的男性工作者,或是本身從事與照護相關的男性工作者,其面臨到的是佛洛伊德所說的"閹割焦慮",看著與自己做同樣性質工作的幾乎是異性,對照同性所從事的工作,很自然會對充滿女性稱謂的職務與用語,充滿排斥.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;即使社會偏見認為女性是從事秘書不二人選,但若主管是男性,男性服務男性,心理的壓力仍不若男性為女主管服務.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-113095241217780098?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/113095241217780098/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=113095241217780098' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/113095241217780098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/113095241217780098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title='與黃老師約定的作業(四):男人的不自在'/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-113040125497327199</id><published>2005-10-27T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T00:13:18.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>與黃老師約定的作業(三):女性研究員的挫折感</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;事件:&lt;/strong&gt; 去年處內有個持續已久的研究案要進行審查,由於該研究案一直以來都是由一名男性副研究員與兩名女性助理研究員負責,然而這名男性副研究員去年因為公務繁忙,暫時退隱,全權交由兩位女性助理研究員持續進行研究案.不過,在兩位助理研究員披掛上陣去跟委託單位開會時,對方卻以人選不適合打回票,希望我方派出適合且恰當的人選,對於一直以來總在默默付出心血的兩名女性研究員,實為一大打擊.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;官僚理論觀點的意義:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;對事不對人,該由哪個層級出面負責,就應該派出相當層級以利整體事件運作,且曾吉相當會帶來相當程度的信任感.口頭上的變更並不被承認,若是要更換窗口應該以書面行文方式方生法律效力.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;官僚行為偏向因循,即使是驟然的小改變,也會對整個官僚行為產生不適應感.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;女性主義的批判:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;女性的代表性被質疑,女性的能力也被懷疑,即使女性的參與不比男性少,付出也不下於男性.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;組織結構內,女性即使能力強,所被賦予的往往也是"次要"的工作,不論是同一件工作內容的分工,亦或是不同工作之間的指派,女性往往直接與能力較差或不適任做出連結,也因此要付出更多努力來證明自己.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;即使工作實際上皆由女性負責,然而女性所帶給人的信任感與專業度,遠不如男性.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&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/13012022-113040125497327199?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-113040089683022064</id><published>2005-10-27T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T10:12:45.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>與黃老師約定的作業(二):離職同事的午餐</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;事件&lt;/strong&gt;: 十月十一日我與一位離職同事午餐,除了吃飯,我們也聊聊她對工作的看法及離職的原因.她從英國回來,唸得是語文翻譯,雖然年底才能正式拿到碩士畢業證書,在大家眼中她是個準碩士.然而,院裡聘用職級是以學歷為根據,即使她情形特殊,仍是以學士資格進入工作.由於她的背景,處內常會將一些重要的會議資料或研究資料,請她做中翻英或英翻中之處理.開始的日子是忙碌與充實,然而,後來基於公平考量(據她所說,主管認為她一個助理,做出超越助理分內之事,會招致其他助理反彈),因此她的工作份量頓時減少,開始瑣碎的行政生活,而也導致了她半年就辭職的主因.對她而言,薪水多寡並不是重點,自我成長最為重要,自己是否能被一個地方所需要,這種被需要的感覺,是支持她工作的動力,無關薪水,也無關工作分量是否超重.然而,她的工作後來雖然變輕鬆,卻讓她感覺到不受尊重,當被需要的感覺消失,再加上學習腳步停滯,她發現並沒有繼續留下來的理由.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;對組織體系的意義:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;官僚體系最重要的價值就是"對事不對人",一切按照規定走,以依法行政為依歸.因此即使本身相當有實力,若是條件不符合規定,還是必須依照規定辦理.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;層級節制與薪資標準化也是官僚體系重要的特點之一.透過層級節制,支配與臣屬關係獲得確立,確保事權劃分清楚,組織運行順利.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"去除人性"(dehumanization)是韋伯所認為的理性特色之一.究竟是誰在組織的哪個位子上不是重點;去除人性,依規定或法律盡忠職守,方能達到官僚理想型態,也才能符合精簡/效率原則.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;永業化的觀點,配合著科層節制與薪資標準化,以達成永業化的效果.一方面確保事權合一,使得組織運作得以進行不至於空轉,一方面也使得管理更為簡便.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;公平仍是官僚組織最重要的核心價值,而這種公平皆是所謂"齊頭式"平等,不論個人差異,直接一事同仁.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;女性主義角度的反思&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;女性的角色總脫離不了照護,即使進入職場,與照護有關的瑣碎行政事務,仍是被視為女性應負的責任;而更甚者,照護總不被重視,連帶影響從事這項工作的人被直接忽視,忽略祈對於整個組織與社會體制的貢獻.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;時代進步,女性愈趨自主與自覺,然而社會價值與社會結構並無法跟上腳步,仍以父權價值舊觀念對待女性,女性的努力無法被肯定,女性的才幹無法充分發揮,女性的能力受到質疑造成女性在職場較男性更為辛苦,也必須更努力來"推薦"自己.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;受高等教育的女性,也會不自覺被傳統父權價值所影響,對所從事工作(屬於照護性質的行政事務)與本身自我認知產生極大差距,因此形成自我貶抑的情形,也使得在職場就業心境更不快樂.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;官僚體系核心價值與女性生活經驗大相逕庭,其重視理性\去人性化等特質,對於女性熟悉的態度與模式,直接產生衝擊,也不啻為一種宣判女性不適合進入職場的手段.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&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/13012022-113040089683022064?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/113040089683022064/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=113040089683022064' title='0 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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;事件&lt;/strong&gt;:九月份開始,我回到院裡上班,然而卻開啟我不愉快心情的第一章,我拿到了兩份文件,第一份叫做工作日報表,第二份叫做調班表.這兩份表都是由小當家(行政秘書,直接管理我們的人)所製作,裡面條列了工讀生最基本的工作內容,計有:打開公共照明設備及影印機\澆花\整理處長辦公室\夾報紙\送信收信\遞公文,這是每日基本,還有定期巡視表單與信封櫃子,星期五要記得交處長辦公室的盆栽(一大盆水),星期一則要記得整理上星期的舊報紙等.最下面有一欄工作心得以及特別工作記事,這主要是保護我們被其他人"濫用",然後是秘書與處長蓋章.這件事情,讓我很生氣,對我而言,這就像是考試時監考人員站在我身後,直接懷疑我作弊;第二,工作表所記載的項目,都是些瑣碎且不具有連續性\不複雜的單純性工作,而加上心得與簽章,簡直與聯絡簿無異.想起高一時,班導師就對我們說過,要學著自主管理,對自己負責,因此整個表格,對我而言,不僅充斥著不信任感--想我已經在那裡工作兩年,我這個人到底如何大家應該都心知肚明;更是對我人格的污辱,不僅把我當做無行為能力的小BABY,而全辦公室只有我要繳交這個表格,更是直接讓別人看輕我.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;對於組織行為的意義:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;設立日報表,純粹是為了管理方便,標準化不僅節省大量的管理時間,統一化的設置,更帶來了所謂的公平.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;層級結構愈趨複雜的組織,管理人數愈多,工作分配與切割則會愈精細,每個人只知道自己應該做什麼,卻不清楚別人到底在做什麼,因此不信任感加深,白紙黑字正好彌補對別人工作內容的無知與強化不信任感所帶來的裂痕.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;樹立管理權威,上層權威是否獲得貫徹與尊重,大部分仰賴於下層服從與否;再加上人們已習慣於短視,長期彼此信任感的建立,對於極欲表現的新任長官而言,而設立種種規範可獲得既乾健影的效果,因為這些規制將管理權威抽離出來,使其不僅是橫躺於管理規章的死字,依附於佔據位子的人,更活生生地充斥著整個組織,"依法行政",法即權威,迫使人們在極短時間內改變既有行為模式,立即可獲得成效,而主管的威信與管理權威也因此立即獲得確立.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;開闊的空間與無障蔽的設計,提供"觀視"最佳角度,配合日報表,及無所不在的注視,一方面形成絕佳的控制,另一方面也形成"複製"效果,促使管理更有效率.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;科層結構的核心就是所謂的profession,工作日報表便是最好的証明,在講究工作與公平的官僚組織,個人形象總是以不同方式被不斷被貶抑,管理者眼中只有工作,沒有個人.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;女性觀點的批判:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;官僚體系為求理性/效率/公平,於工作分配上造成大量切割,即使工作(profession)之間形成互賴關係,但是人際間的交往與互賴卻因此被忽略,甚至是抹殺,因此造就了人與人的不信任--工作日報表的產生,就是代表著這種不信任.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;工作日報表記載內容多屬瑣碎事項,日復一日填寫,將對女性自尊與人格成長造成貶抑效果,依再提醒女性,妳所能做且應當做的,就是這些瑣事.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;工作日報表由行政祕書所設計,造成女性管理女性的方式,係直接複製官僚體制的價值,不僅對管理者與被管理者雙方心理皆造成極大壓力;另一方面,更直接勾勒出即使位於管理階級,女性掌管事務仍多屬行政瑣碎事務(院內行政處的處長就是女性),也說明女性欲成為官僚金字塔的頂端,其必須對自身的性格先做出扭曲,以符合雄性氣概充斥的氛圍;而兩個女人味於不同位階,更是血淋淋說明父權價值宰制最成功的地方--其不僅是男人宰制女人,進入這個空間,女人也必須宰制女人.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&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/13012022-112995711084308943?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/112995711084308943/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=112995711084308943' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/112995711084308943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/112995711084308943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_22.html' title='與黃老師約定的作業(一):工作日報表的啟示'/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-112910464983364061</id><published>2005-10-12T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T16:12:13.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>後現代孟姜女</title><content type='html'>古時,孟姜女為救丈夫,哭倒了萬里長城,暴露出堆築高牆,鞏固權力,其間密不可分的關係.權力與石頭,即是時空遞嬗,還是可以告訴我們當下的故事.孟姜女也許只是傳說,然而,它象徵著女性的毅力,及其特有的武器--淚水,誰說淚水是軟弱,誰說晶瑩剔透就沒有力量!在婦女地位異常卑微的古老時代,在君權極度高漲的秦朝,一個平凡的女人,憑藉一己之力,成就了可敬的傳說,她撼動的不只是堅硬的石頭,更打破了牢不可破的君權神話.萬里長城萬里長,肉體與石頭結合的完美屏障,不僅鞏固的疆界,劃分地域,狠狠地切割了文明與野蠻,自然與社會;更樹立權威,代表朕即天下定於一之觀念.長城因為孟姜女的眼淚而倒塌,不僅預見了暴政必亡,更解放了被押於底下的肉體與靈魂,這是孟姜女,最平凡的女力,造就最動容的故事.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;權力與石頭的故事,不因進入民主普世的現代社會,就有不同,宰制與權威,隨著時空環境不同,以別的方式,不斷被複寫.現代社會,隨著科技進步,有形建物更高大也更牢固;相對而言,無形建物也不知不覺如雨後春筍般蔓延開來,不同於有形建物的明顯與高大,如同傅科所言,現代的建物更為隱諱,更令人無所覺,也因此,得以更成功進一步宰制人的心靈.如同霍布斯筆下的"巨靈",它們有著各種型態,不同的是,這龐然大物,是沒有靈魂的空殼,它們有一個一個專門職業(profession)所構成,好比每一個建物,矗立地表,高聳入雲.霍布斯的利維坦,是自立的個人基於安全考量,讓渡自身權利所產生;現代社會的利維坦,或者,它有一個更惡名昭彰的名字--官僚,是人們簽下的工作契約,讓渡己身勞力,換取金錢.然而,現代官僚,宰制不僅是勞動力,更透過層層管制與規章,支配時間與行動,直接進入內心,執行領導.而這看似空洞的架構,如同古時的萬里長城,也是權威與父權的代表.仔細拿放大鏡來看看,究竟換約的人拿到的位子位於官僚架構的何處?我們發現,坐在最底層的,大部分是女性,她們承受的重量最多,壓力最大,制約也最強,然而,她們所得到卻相對而言更少,尤其,官僚體系的遊戲規則是依法行政,是講求公平與效率,奈何她們頭上佈滿了美麗的"玻璃天花板",那些看不見的屏障,不僅存在於正式的階層,更擴張的非正式的交往網絡,更讓她們得安穩地留在原地,為了微薄的金錢,她們的身心承受了許多來自各方的重量--自身 組織 與上頭.而上頭呢?是西裝筆挺的男人,以及服應男性價值的女性,他們總是坐在層級架構的金字塔頂端,他們已經坐擁到MASLOW所說的自我實現,同樣的勞動契約,他們得到了除了金錢,更有超越金錢的心靈滿足.因為在講求合作的現代社會,官僚制度的產生以及切割的必要,就是基於效率原則,做出最大的成效,然而,榮耀不是歸於全體,而是榮耀其上.藉由體制之力,上方的人,輕鬆便可得到金錢與心靈的滿足,一份契約,雙倍報酬,而這中間的"不當得利",卻被層層的科層結構,以及條條的管理規章所保護住,總是無人追討,久而久之,也被視為合理.萬里長城,是男性壓迫男性,君王壓制民意,是人民的血肉受到宰制;現代官僚,卻是一個看似無性別實則是"雄性"架構,方便男人壓制女人,同時宰制著身體與心理,一個合法存在的剝削體制,它強調著公平,然而不管是晉升或勞動成果分配,卻總是充滿著不平等.也許有人會說,每一個人都是大機器的小螺絲,千萬不要看輕自己,少了小螺絲,機器就無法轉動.然而,事實卻是少了小螺絲,並不會影響日升日落,越精密的組織體系與官僚,存在著越多的控制手段,以確保運行順利,而這些措施,也防止小螺絲的罷工,更甚者,直接杜絕小螺絲故障的可能.小螺絲面對的,是走投無路的處境,唯一讓自己解套,就是把心抽離,讓自己無痛苦融入官僚體系,然而,這又與組織行為常說的"激勵"等等軟性方式所欲達成的效果,明顯背道而馳.我們看見,底層的女性,透過契約進入體系,所得到的只是微薄的薪資,失去的不只是勞動力,更包括做為一個"理性自立個人",所應該擁有的基本自尊.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;萬里長城因為孟姜女而倒塌,由現代邁入後現代之際,我也期待,有一個孟姜女,靠著眼淚,能把這整套官僚體制,給崩毀,讓權力與石頭的故事,重新改寫.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-112910464983364061?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/112910464983364061/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=112910464983364061' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/112910464983364061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/112910464983364061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post_12.html' title='後現代孟姜女'/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-112905216153040647</id><published>2005-10-12T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T01:36:01.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>淚水空間</title><content type='html'>八月,是流血的季節;九月,則是不停地流淚...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;陰晴不定的天氣,似乎說明了擺盪不安的情緒.冷靜的面容似乎只是偽裝,沉睡的憤怒與不滿,虎視眈眈,正要覺醒;時序入秋,然而心情卻彷若驚蜇,一切正要開始.過去的漂泊與駐足,是否正是在觀察,在尋求一個淚水空間.空間法則很簡單,擺脫符號的箝制,揚棄任何理性辯證的邏輯,回歸到最原始的叢林,直接進行深度心靈對話,釋放納被囚禁多年,而早已馴服的猛獸.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;安逸豢養的猛獸,獨居空盪的牢籠,與世隔絕,聽不到城市的喧囂,也感受不到紅塵的紛擾,鐵籠子的生活是寧靜的,鐵籠子外是美麗的萬花筒,值得欣賞,卻又無關.入世猛獸,嬉戲悠遊,披著美麗皮草,時間靜止,空間卻不停遞嬗與轉換.只有美麗,沒有哀愁,如同那失去銳爪的四肢,心也被遺忘,一切空蕩蕩...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;直到進入淚水空間,海市蜃樓瞬間消逝,荒涼與空曠底層,包裹住蓄勢待發的活火山.平靜無波,惟有淚水止不盡地流,驚覺,就是這裡,收藏心的地方,漫漫漂泊,無意識前進,正是心的呼喚,期待被找到,期待被釋放,那一閃而逝的淚水空間.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-112905216153040647?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/112905216153040647/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=112905216153040647' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/112905216153040647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/112905216153040647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title='淚水空間'/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-112106499776260172</id><published>2005-07-11T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T21:06:27.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voir le noir</title><content type='html'>Depuis peu je trouve que le noir est la plus belle couleur.  Bien que le noir nous dise a quoi ressemble le silence, et à cause de lui,on peut voir plus clairement. Le noir est le plus pur pour moi aussi, car aucune poussière ne peut facilement détruire sa beauté. Le noir est toujours à la mode. Il représente la magnifique image du goût et exprime le calme et vous fais ressentir intelligent. Cependant il est tellement froid, j'adore le noir!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais maintenant je voudrais vous raconter deux histoires sur le noir.  Toutes celles qui me choquent et qui m'aprennent les differences qu'il y a entre "vivre dans le noir" et "vivre avec le noir". Une femme commettant un suicide vit dans le noir. Pourtant elle voit le même que nous, elle oublie comment rire, pleurer, et s'exprime correctment. Elle  oublie aussi la sensation du bonheur, ne rencontrant plus le soleil et ses rayons. Bien qu'elle habite près de nous, c'est peut etre notre voisine,mais elle vit loin. Le monde et elle, sont des routes paralleles depuis des années. Elle a decidé de partir malgré l'amour des gens. Pour elle, perdre la vie lui semble plus facile que perdre des kilos. Car elle habite dans le noir, elle ne peut pas voir la sortie de sa vie. Elle ignore qu'il y a toujours l'arc en ciel après la pluie. tout ce qu'elle voit c'est le noir, sans epoir , ni courage, ni puissance. Mais je suis encore et toujour curieuse:la mort, peut-elle aider? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais prennons un jeune garçon qui est aveugle,qui joue merveilleusement bien du piano, et a qui la musique lui montre d'autres mondes fantastiques. Bien sûr, il ne  voit toujours rien et  ainsi ne sais pas a quoi le piano ressemble. Chaque fois qu'il se prépare à jouer du piano, il touche le piano pour se positionner. C'est une action très facile pour d'autres mais c'est tellement dur pour lui de preparer son voyage musical. Je me demande parfois s'il est vraimant aveugle....Oui, il ne voit toujours rien. Et il vit comme ça depuis toujours. Sa musique comme son courage, nous amenent dans un monde plus beau que le notre. Une histoire sur un aveugle dit comment le noir pourrait changer une vie et ce que le noir ne changera jamais. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est ça.....ce n'est pas le noir qui decide de la vie ou de la mort mais c'est l'attitude qui raconte l'histoire entière.  ainsi c'est la personne qui contrôle, et dit comment dessiner la peinture de sa vie. Voila c'est fini pour l'histoire sur le noir. On peut dire que quand on voit le noir on voit l'imperfection de la vie aussi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-112106499776260172?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/112106499776260172/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=112106499776260172' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/112106499776260172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/112106499776260172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2005/07/voir-le-noir.html' title='Voir le noir'/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-112006260509465288</id><published>2005-06-29T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T10:21:24.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>書,是給女人住,卻不是給女人讀!!</title><content type='html'>古諺有云:書中自有黃金屋,書中自有顏如玉.以勉勵過去莘莘學子努力向學,將來功成名就,自然一切水到渠成.我想過去這些古聖先賢們,大概沒料到有一天,女子無才便是德的時代已逝....沒錯!!現今的女孩子,按照過往的標準,每個都是有違婦德...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;婦女從黑暗的角落開始發光發熱,褪去過往的一切包袱與束縛,以自己的努力,對抗一片高於一片的玻璃天花板;無聲的歷史已經過去,我們的旗幟升起,號角吹起,準備開創自己的天空.然而,傳統的高牆仍在睥睨我們,作為衡量的仲裁者,我們的成就仍是可笑.有人會說,別管那些東西,走出自己的路,活出自己的精采人生才是最重要的;然而,不難發現,那些人總是孤獨的,我們都同意,人是群居的動物,應該少有人會喜歡站在喜馬拉雅俯視一切的光榮感,少有人會享受浴血之後只有一人生還的快感,更少有人喜歡獨自頭角崢嶸的滄桑與孤獨.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我們總是容許男性在舞台上大放異彩,卻少給女人的努力一點喝采,過去的古聖先賢遺忘了他們背後總有偉大的女人,不只一位,像是上好衛生棉般,即使支撐著最污穢卑微卻也是維繫生存的最根本物質,仍是讓人感不到一丁點的存在.他們的付出不被量化也無法質化,是直接被視為當然,完全沒有檢驗的必要......女人總是美麗,一個美麗的夢想值得作為鼓勵男性奮鬥的動力與獎賞,因此,女性的價值等同一座金碧輝煌的屋子,她活在書裡,她可以在書本裡像演默劇一樣,舞出自己的喜怒哀樂,卻無法走出書外,成為貨真價實的人, to become a qualified individual....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;當一個人不說話,人總是把它當啞巴;當一個女人太多話,我們因此譴責她.男人有個美好的夢想,促使著他們功成名就,而女人呢?即使我們已經努力,書中沒有黃金單身漢等著我們;一個成功的男性,是事業成功加上家庭美滿,然而,一個成功的女性則註定有所犧牲,少有人祝福女性的成功必須納入家庭美滿,反而,會著墨於她們就像個戰士般在男性戰場,恍若絕地武士,不僅享受勝利的喜悅,也獨自舔舐獨自生還的悲哀,成功的女性必伴隨著獨身或是離婚的宿命,而社會的價值似乎正默許著女性把這當成常態,好比另一種八心八箭的鑽石,值得佩戴並引以為傲!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;become an individual....社會對男性的獎賞好比錦上添花,女人則必須二擇一,是否,我們應該再窩回去,活在書裡,活在夢裡,與黃金屋一較高下,而不應該出來闖蕩,江湖廣闊,河深似海...我們若是選擇征戰,則必須要配戴更多的勇氣與決心,除了努力之外,我們還必須記住,古聖先賢忘記給予我們的,我們要自己創造....我們要打拼我們的未來,更要興建美麗的城堡,一切自始至終,唯有我們自己,這似乎又回到了微弱的悲傷詠嘆調,然而,我們不做,未來的女性,就沒有獲得"書中自有八心八箭,書中自有黃金單生漢"般的高級獎勵,也沒有享受"幸福"生活的權利&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想想,我們若能搭起自己的彩虹橋,何嘗也不是件美事?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-112006260509465288?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/112006260509465288/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=112006260509465288' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/112006260509465288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/112006260509465288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post_29.html' title='書,是給女人住,卻不是給女人讀!!'/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-111988851860195099</id><published>2005-06-28T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T00:08:38.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/5871/640/birthday%20of%20wallis%20in%20Chile%207.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/5871/320/birthday%20of%20wallis%20in%20Chile%207.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to my self!!  I had a really good birthday in Chile.  in the morning, I went out with Pablo, Chris, and Dalwin....we went to the third house of Neruda and that makes me have a feeling....finally finished, and I can leave Chile without any regret!!  And I'm really touched that alomost everyone I met in Chile celebrated my birthday with me!!  THX to all!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-111988851860195099?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/111988851860195099/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=111988851860195099' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/111988851860195099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/111988851860195099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2005/06/happy-birthday-to-my-self-i-had-really.html' title=''/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-111979601250197184</id><published>2005-06-26T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T22:26:56.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/5871/640/chile%20130.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/5871/320/chile%20130.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao ciao!!  Mr. President of NTU!!  When I finished my "main mission" in Chile, I became one member of reception team to recieve the President of my university.  He came here for APEC meeting as well.  He left today!!  Before his leaving, we went to Mt. Andes with other alumni of NTU in Chile.  It's really fantastic to have a "close interaction" with my own President.  And now he retired this position this month, I'd like to wish his new life without the title of NTU president will still be really good!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-111979601250197184?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/111979601250197184/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=111979601250197184' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/111979601250197184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/111979601250197184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2005/06/ciao-ciao-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-111937000947567028</id><published>2005-06-22T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T00:06:49.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/5871/640/DSC06454.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/5871/320/DSC06454.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c'est ce jour-la....il faut partir....mais apres le fete "finale", j'ai decide de rester....this is the "bye bye Chile and Wallis farewell dinner"....but I didn't leave :p&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-111937000947567028?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/111937000947567028/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=111937000947567028' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/111937000947567028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/111937000947567028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2005/06/cest-ce-jour-la.html' title=''/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-111919695141099089</id><published>2005-06-20T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T00:02:31.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/5871/640/chile%20064.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/5871/320/chile%20064.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;donde esta la casa de Neruda?  Je suis y allee il y a un an exact....j'avais un rhyme le temps-la....et extrement grave mais j'etais tellement contente de visiter toutes les maisons de Neruda a Santiago...c'est la deuxieme et le plus populaire!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-111919695141099089?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/111919695141099089/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=111919695141099089' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/111919695141099089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/111919695141099089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2005/06/donde-esta-la-casa-de-neruda-je-suis-y.html' title=''/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-111885061675670027</id><published>2005-06-15T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T23:50:16.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/5871/640/chile%20010.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/5871/320/chile%20010.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mardi, 15, Juin, 2004.  J'avais 4 petit dejeuner dans ce jour....c'est le troisiem...Je voudrais boire un chaud chocolat....car il etait vraiment froid....et c'est comme ca....un chocolat....@@&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-111885061675670027?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/111885061675670027/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=111885061675670027' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/111885061675670027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/111885061675670027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2005/06/mardi-15-juin-2004.html' title=''/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-111868028769609502</id><published>2005-06-14T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T00:31:27.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/5871/640/chile%20004.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/5871/320/chile%20004.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;il y a un an....pour mon voyage au Chili, la premiere arrete pour moi, c'est l'universitaire: UCLA, Los Angles aux Etas Unis!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-111868028769609502?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/111868028769609502/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=111868028769609502' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/111868028769609502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/111868028769609502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2005/06/il-y-un.html' title=''/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-111836865024002426</id><published>2005-06-10T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T14:42:13.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From a black cat to a green cat!</title><content type='html'>Wednesday, I went back to school for an adress from Prof. Hu, who is told to be a very famous scholar for economics in China.  The speech focus from the historical context and "Grand strategy" on the appearing of China as a super power.  This topic interests more people to attend than my original imagination.  During the beginning of 21th century, everyone expects a new power emerging and perhaps to stand equally with the Super Power, USA.  After the integration of Europe Union, Asia Pacific gets his chance to perform the essential role in the stage of international relations.  China becomes more and more important after the collapse of Soviet Union in 1991.  Now it is a "big nation" with 13 billion people and it exists as the "last grand communist power" over world.  &lt;br /&gt;     The main idea that Prof. Hu would like to emphsize is the alert of spending environmental cost for development of economics, except for the overwheling trend of the growing influence of China.  Prof. Hu made a metaphor, which transplanted from the famous words of previous Chinese leader Teng.  He said," No matter black cats or white cats, a cat that can capture the mice is a good cat."  While China use the natural environment as the expenditure of developing their economics, as Prof. Hu mentioned, it's already become a black cat. The object of China now is "transferring to a green cat".&lt;br /&gt;     For most Taiwanese, that's really amusing and ironic.  Here, green represents as the color of Independence, who is never the beloved partner for China government.  But from a Chinese, we heard that China wants to be green...  Second,I found that the strategies that China wanted to "adjust" to be a super power in the world, those are so familiar.  I'm not sure whether it is a universal mode for East Asia nations to develop their economics.  Hearing the honored "Taiwan experiences" from a Chinese, that really please me very much!  Thirdly, as a Taiwanese, the information data presented by Prof. Hu seemed to be doubted.  Or, more accurate, the intention of showing these kinds of datas was worth digging......A report with many statistics is abundant, but not yet complete.  Number will tell the truth but people usually use for making a lie.  I don't know so clear if the Chinese government will consult for their scholars or in contrast, scholars are the instruments for the governments.  I don't know the answer, but most importantly, for me ,attending an academic conference must help me think over through specific topics.  If it did help me with that process, no matter what the speaker talks are great or not, aliable or not, perfect or not, distinguished or not.  It deserved!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-111836865024002426?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/111836865024002426/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=111836865024002426' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/111836865024002426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/111836865024002426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2005/06/from-black-cat-to-green-cat.html' title='From a black cat to a green cat!'/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-111798816282788546</id><published>2005-06-06T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T00:16:02.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>雖然沒有MTV  但是還是想要再一首歌!!</title><content type='html'>"Sympathique"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma chambre a la forme d'une cage &lt;br /&gt;Le soleil passe son bras par la fenêtre &lt;br /&gt;Les chasseurs à ma porte comme les p'tits soldats &lt;br /&gt;Qui veulent me prendre &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je ne veux pas travailler &lt;br /&gt;Je ne veux pas déjeuner &lt;br /&gt;Je veux seulement l'oublier &lt;br /&gt;Et puis je fume &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Déjà j'ai connu le parfum de l'amour &lt;br /&gt;Un million de roses n'embaumerait pas autant &lt;br /&gt;Maintenant une seule fleur dans mes entourages &lt;br /&gt;Me rend malade &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je ne veux pas travailler &lt;br /&gt;Je ne veux pas déjeuner &lt;br /&gt;Je veux seulement l'oublier &lt;br /&gt;Et puis je fume &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je ne suis pas fière de ça &lt;br /&gt;Vie qui veut me tuer &lt;br /&gt;C'est magnifique être sympathique &lt;br /&gt;Mais je ne le connais jamais &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je ne veux pas travailler &lt;br /&gt;Non je ne veux pas déjeuner &lt;br /&gt;Je veux seulement l'oublier &lt;br /&gt;Et puis je fume &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je ne suis pas fière de ça &lt;br /&gt;Vie qui veut me tuer &lt;br /&gt;C'est magnifique être sympathique &lt;br /&gt;Mais je ne le connais jamais &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je ne veux pas travailler &lt;br /&gt;Non je ne veux pas déjeuner &lt;br /&gt;Je veux seulement l'oublier &lt;br /&gt;Et puis je fume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The singer is "Pink Martini"!!  In fact, it's a pretty interesting song and I think that will be really suitable, epsecially in today, Monday.  I will write the Chinese translation in the comment.  And I think this song can represent my mood now!!  Fucking now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decide to hand out my term paper late......of course, I can present many reasons. but that all seems to be excuses if the professor won't believe me.  So I decide to keep silence, without any words.  This moment, we should remember, silence is not only gold but also a good virtue!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我不會向老師下跪,我也不是上流社會,我更不會出來選縣長,所以,我也不會把報告寫好後燒一份給佛祖,請他保佑我的老師長命百歲!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-111798816282788546?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/111798816282788546/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=111798816282788546' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/111798816282788546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/111798816282788546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2005/06/mtv.html' title='雖然沒有MTV  但是還是想要再一首歌!!'/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-111787513217551232</id><published>2005-06-04T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T01:12:36.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>si tout le monde a besion des chasons....</title><content type='html'>我發現一首歌&lt;br /&gt;很有趣喔&lt;br /&gt;對唱&lt;br /&gt;義大利男人對法國女人&lt;br /&gt;突然覺得&lt;br /&gt;我以後要去找義大利人談戀愛&lt;br /&gt;用法文&lt;br /&gt;哈哈&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know the Italian, weleome to wirte the translation!!&lt;br /&gt;Si tu connais bien l'Italien, bienvenue à laisser la traduction!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"toi, tu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan&lt;br /&gt;Dabadan, dabadan&lt;br /&gt;Dabadan, bam, bam, bam, bam....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toi qui vient tout contre moi        當生命拒絕我時&lt;br /&gt;Quand la vie me desavoue             你便與我對立&lt;br /&gt;Ta douceur et ta joie                你的溫柔與你的歡樂  &lt;br /&gt;J'en ai garder le goût               我早已封存了那些滋味&lt;br /&gt;Ton sourire brûle en moi             如同照射我臉頰的太陽&lt;br /&gt;Comme le soleil sur ma joue          你的微笑灼傷了我&lt;br /&gt;Il n'y a rien de plus doux           溫柔已不復存&lt;br /&gt;Pour toi je suis prète à             對你我已準備好&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu quanti anni mi dai&lt;br /&gt;Ho un lavoro strano e&lt;br /&gt;Tu ma va là che lo sai&lt;br /&gt;Vista da vicino tu&lt;br /&gt;Sei più bella che mai&lt;br /&gt;Baci da un minuto&lt;br /&gt;Tu non ne dai, non ne dai&lt;br /&gt;Chi ti ha fatto entrare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toi tu te tiens prés de moi          你,你仍站在我身旁&lt;br /&gt;Comme au premier rendez vous         就好像第一次的約會&lt;br /&gt;Si tu me donne tout                  如果你付出所有&lt;br /&gt;Je pourrais te rendre fou            我會為你而瘋狂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come lei non sei mia &lt;br /&gt;Se mi fai l'amore&lt;br /&gt;Ti cantero&lt;br /&gt;Come se fossi una canzone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pense à moi                          想起我&lt;br /&gt;Si un jour la vie te déçoit          如果有一天生命令你失望&lt;br /&gt;Je voudrais que tu pense à moi       我希望你想起我   &lt;br /&gt;Je serais toujours là pour toi       為了你,我會永遠在那&lt;br /&gt;Y'a rien de plus beau                沒什麼比這更美好&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantero la pioggia perchè venga giù il&lt;br /&gt;Vento che si calmi un po'&lt;br /&gt;Il cielo perchè sia più blu e mi sorrida tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan&lt;br /&gt;Dabadan, dabadan&lt;br /&gt;Dabadan, bam, bam, bam, bam....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toi la douleur et la joie             你,那溫柔與那歡樂&lt;br /&gt;Dans cette vie je prend tout          此生我已盡情享受&lt;br /&gt;Quand je suis prés de toi             當我靠近你&lt;br /&gt;Moi je me sens prète à tout           我,我便感到一切都已準備好 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai bisogno di me&lt;br /&gt;Che ti ossigeno di più&lt;br /&gt;Dimmi che non sei tu&lt;br /&gt;Un miraggio, ma sei tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan&lt;br /&gt;Dabadan, dabadan&lt;br /&gt;Dabadan, bam, bam, bam, bam....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pense à moi                           想起我&lt;br /&gt;Si un jour la vie te déçoit           如果有一天生命使你失望&lt;br /&gt;Je voudrais que tu pense à moi       我希望你想起我&lt;br /&gt;Je serais toujours là pour toi        為了你,我會永遠在那&lt;br /&gt;Y'a rien de plus beau                 沒什麼比這更美好&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantero la pioggia perchè venga giù il&lt;br /&gt;Vento che si calmi un po'&lt;br /&gt;Il cielo perchè sia più blu e mi sorrida tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan&lt;br /&gt;Dabadan, dabadan&lt;br /&gt;Dabadan, bam, bam, bam, bam...&lt;br /&gt;e mi sorrida tu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-111787513217551232?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-111787336727249172</id><published>2005-06-04T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T16:22:47.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arretter de lassier ta pourbelle emotionnelle ici</title><content type='html'>"J'ai trop de travaux, et bien sure, plus que vous!!  Vous devreaz essayer d'arranger vos emotions par vous-même.  c'est trop.  Ne laissez vos pourbelle plus!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ça m'a choqué!  Je ne pouvait pas croire que cette une personne respectée disait.  Tous ce qu'elle a accusé, c'est extrèment vrai!  Je n'ai rien à dire.  Avec beaucoup de stress, elle a eu besion de rentrer à l'état tranquille.  J'etais tellement triste à cause de sa colère.  Grace à elle, plusieurs personnes étaient passee la vallée dans leur vies; mais a cause d'eux, elle est en train d'y  tomber, et c'est comme elle ne trouve jamais la sortie.   Je n'ai rien fais maintenant....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour moi, il faut trouver un endroit pour laisser les pourbelles et je suis contente si mes amies me disent leur chagrin.  Mais cette formule n'est pas universel.  EQ est plus difficile qu'on imagine.  Peut-être on tout devrait reflechir.  Arranger les emotions par soi-même  et ouvrir une porte pour soi-même et pour d'autres aussi!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-111787336727249172?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/111787336727249172/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=111787336727249172' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/111787336727249172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/111787336727249172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2005/06/arretter-de-lassier-ta-pourbelle.html' title='Arretter de lassier ta pourbelle emotionnelle ici'/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-111777876554114290</id><published>2005-06-03T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T14:06:05.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>「哀悼言論自由死亡 讓紙鶴飛翔」 百里傳溫情 寄關心到晶晶</title><content type='html'>以下為轉寄信件&lt;br /&gt;不要讓司法與國家機器成為謀殺自由的濫觴!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;同志書店店長阿哲的媽媽離開了我們，世界上少了一位用白髮和身子骨力挺同志兒子的母親；&lt;br /&gt;晶晶的官司敗訴判拘役，台灣的男男女女情慾被閹割，言論自由隨之死亡。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6/1到晶晶摺紙鶴傳敬意的活動，許多朋友雖然同感難過、悲痛，&lt;br /&gt;卻因身在台灣中南部，甚至海外而無法到場。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我們邀請你：「讓紙鶴飛翔吧！」&lt;br /&gt;信手拈來摺一隻紙鶴，或寫張小卡片寄到晶晶，&lt;br /&gt;讓紙鶴帶著你的親手祝福，跨海飛抵晶晶和阿哲的家中。&lt;br /&gt;我們會在六月二十五日阿哲媽媽告別式當天，帶到現場，讓同志大愛的紙鶴伴伊同行。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;還記得電影「愛在紐約」中心地善良，卻離婚、敗訴的小警察、小女侍，&lt;br /&gt;因為眾人的祝福，收到全美雪片般飛來一元小費時的感動嗎？&lt;br /&gt;你的一隻鶴、一封信，也會有相同鼓舞人的力量！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;晶晶書庫六年多來，照顧了全球華人同志夜裡的撫慰、情感的支持和歡愉的享受，&lt;br /&gt;晶晶的存在，不僅是同志的驕傲，更是台灣言論自由不可失去的堡壘。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;摺紙鶴的同時，我們一起為晶晶、阿哲媽媽獻上感恩與敬意，&lt;br /&gt;也因為同志們的參與，讓我們的心緊緊牽在一起，&lt;br /&gt;這就是同志社群之所以為怪胎家庭的粉紅色力量！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  [本文歡迎轉貼、轉寄，也歡迎在你的交友、msn、kk、部落格上傳佈]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;晶晶書庫地址：&lt;br /&gt;地址：北市羅斯福路3段210巷8弄8號　(02) 2364-2006&lt;br /&gt;Addr. ： No.8, Alley 8, Lane 210, Sect. 3, Roosevelt Rd., Taipei 100,  &lt;br /&gt;Taiwan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;摺紙鶴的方法：&lt;br /&gt;http://hk.geocities.com/bbbrendastar/crafts/cranefolding.htm&lt;br /&gt;http://edu.ocac.gov.tw/culture/chinese/cul_chculture/vod11html/ &lt;br /&gt;vod11_08.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;事件始末（性別人權協會）&lt;br /&gt;http://www.gsrat.net/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-111777876554114290?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/111777876554114290/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=111777876554114290' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/111777876554114290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/111777876554114290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title='「哀悼言論自由死亡 讓紙鶴飛翔」 百里傳溫情 寄關心到晶晶'/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-111767407313443390</id><published>2005-06-02T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T09:01:13.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing James Galway again in Taipei!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;James Galway Flute Recital&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;德弗札克 G大調長笛奏鳴曲&lt;br /&gt;Dvorak Sonatine in G Major &lt;br /&gt;德布西:棕髮女郎、月光曲、小舟&lt;br /&gt;Debussy: La fille aux cheveux de lin 、Clair de lune、En bateau&lt;br /&gt;朱斯．馬蓋 牧神之笛&lt;br /&gt;Jules Moquet La Flute de Pan&lt;br /&gt;佛瑞: 幻想曲，作品79&lt;br /&gt;Faure :Fantasy for Flute and Piano, p.79&lt;br /&gt;高伯: 夜曲與詼諧的快板&lt;br /&gt;Gaubert: Nocturne and Allegro scherzando&lt;br /&gt;法蘭茲及達普勒 匈牙利幻想曲(為雙長笛及鋼琴)，作品35&lt;br /&gt;長笛：詹姆士‧高威、金妮‧高威&lt;br /&gt;F.&amp;K. Doppler: Hungarian Fantasy for Two Flutes and Piano, p.35&lt;br /&gt;Flute：Sir James Galway、Lady Jeanne Galway&lt;br /&gt;塔法諾:「迷孃」幻想曲&lt;br /&gt;P.Taffanel : Grand Fantasy on Themes from Mignon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I missed Emmanuel Pahud&lt;br /&gt;And this year I missed James Galway either....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-111767407313443390?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/111767407313443390/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=111767407313443390' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/111767407313443390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/111767407313443390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2005/06/seeing-james-galway-again-in-taipei.html' title='Seeing James Galway again in Taipei!'/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-111763499247434935</id><published>2005-06-01T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T22:13:55.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>le coeur d'été était brisé?</title><content type='html'>J'écoute dire que le coeur d'été était brisé&lt;br /&gt;Mais le printemps n'est plus passé&lt;br /&gt;Comment il était brisé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'écoute dire que le couleur d'été était noir&lt;br /&gt;Mais c'est le blanc que je tout vois&lt;br /&gt;Comment il était noir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'écoute dire que l'amour d'été était fini&lt;br /&gt;Mais, en fait, c'est toi qui ne le pas reussie&lt;br /&gt;Comment il était fini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour moi, il est toujours printemps&lt;br /&gt;Si l'été ne serait jamais arrivé&lt;br /&gt;Comment toutes l'histoires d'été aurait lieu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;夏天已經心碎了嗎&lt;br /&gt;不&lt;br /&gt;夏天沒有心碎&lt;br /&gt;是生活沒有情調&lt;br /&gt;是台北沒有曖昧&lt;br /&gt;春天尚未結束&lt;br /&gt;給自己些許勇氣&lt;br /&gt;像老天借點運氣&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(未完成  待續) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-111763499247434935?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/111763499247434935/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-111752008216182670</id><published>2005-05-31T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T14:34:14.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>金刀與卯金刀</title><content type='html'>偶然間逛朋友的BLOG,赫然發現他提了一段關於金刀的敘述:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"金刀, 貴氣且銳不可檔的兵器. 行走江湖, 要義氣亦需有大開大闔的豪氣!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;當下令我感動不已!&lt;br /&gt;金刀對我而言,意義深刻,那是我的姓,一切關於個人的美麗與哀愁,皆始於此......說文解字載:劉,卯金刀,主殺。當我翻開族譜,看到了這幾個字,當下令我震驚,沒想到這麼美的姓,本身卻充滿殺氣,對我而言,作為兵器,意不在賞玩,其必染血,否則,也是無用!辦公室有位同事,跟我同姓,我看到他的名字,就覺得替他取名字那人中文造詣不錯,深知金刀的殺戮與殺業,因此他有個一團和氣的名字!再看看自己名字的意象:文人拿刀與仕女拿花,即使有文人與仕女,金刀的銳氣仍舊是充塞整個畫面......在主和不主戰的年代,我的姓就是一大諷刺,在欣欣向榮的景緻內,即使大和,仍舊突兀與不協調!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;然而,別人眼裡的金刀,卻不若我想像中的悲!字裡行間沒有血,沒有殺戮,也沒有哀嚎與屍橫遍野,有得只是霸氣與豪氣!轉瞬間,金刀從地獄浴血奮戰的惡鬼,變成了金碧輝煌的神器;是解碼與編碼的理性忽略,或是對符號不同的迷思與見解......也許,這是我對符號偏執的戀物癖,造就了金刀是入天堂還是下地獄;更也許,象徵活生生地活在所有人心理,那是成功時的驕傲,失意時的鼓勵!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;當時光荏苒,風雲遞嬗,在一切變與不變間,唯有釖,駐留;凝住了被創造時的感動!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;獻給  給我鼓舞的那個人,願這份鼓舞,使他記住他所寫下的那份感動!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-111752008216182670?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/111752008216182670/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=111752008216182670' title='2 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/111752008216182670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/111752008216182670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post.html' title='金刀與卯金刀'/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-111743952330945259</id><published>2005-05-30T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T15:07:40.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Puedes contar conmigo'</title><content type='html'>Un cafe con sal.  Ganas de llorar.&lt;br /&gt;Mi mundo empezando a temblar,&lt;br /&gt;presiente que se acerca el final.&lt;br /&gt;No quiero ganar.  Ahora eso que mas da.&lt;br /&gt;Estoy cansada ya de inventar excusas que no saben andar.&lt;br /&gt;Y solo quedaran los buenos momentos de ayer fueron de los dos.&lt;br /&gt;Y hoy solo quiero creer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que recordaras las tardes de invierno por Madrid,&lt;br /&gt;las noches enteras sin dormir.&lt;br /&gt;La vida pasaba y yo sentia que me iba a morir de amor&lt;br /&gt;al verte esperando en mi portal sentado en el suelo sin pensar&lt;br /&gt;que peudes contar conmigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca hubo maldad.  Solo ingenuidad..&lt;br /&gt;Pretendiendo hacernos creer que el mundo estaba a nuestros pies.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando el sueno venga a por mi en silencio voy a construir&lt;br /&gt;una vida a todo color donde vivamos juntos los dos.&lt;br /&gt;Y solo quedaran los buenos momentos de ayer que fueron de los dos.&lt;br /&gt;Y hoy solo quiero creer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que recordaras las tardes de invierno por Madrid,&lt;br /&gt;las noches enteras sin dormir.&lt;br /&gt;La vida pasaba y yo sentia que me iba a morir de amor&lt;br /&gt;al verte esperando en mi portal sentado en el suelo sin pensar&lt;br /&gt;que puedes contar conmigo para siempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y no puedo evitar echarte de menos&lt;br /&gt;mientras das la mano a mi tiempo y te vas.&lt;br /&gt;Y hoy siento que quiero verte y verte y pienso&lt;br /&gt;que recordaras las tardes de invierno por Madrid,&lt;br /&gt;las noches enteras sin dormir.&lt;br /&gt;La vida pasaba y yo sentia que me iba a morir de amor&lt;br /&gt;al verte esperando en mi portal sentado en el suelo sin pensar&lt;br /&gt;que puedes contar conmigo.&lt;br /&gt;Que recordaras las tardes de invierno por Madrid,&lt;br /&gt;las noches enteras sin dormir.&lt;br /&gt;La vida se pasa y yo me muero, me muero por ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share with my friends, my favorite song!!  The singer is "La oreja de Van Gogh".  If you're sad now, listen some latin music, it will bring back your delight and joy!!  Really Miricle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-111743952330945259?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/111743952330945259/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=111743952330945259' title='3 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/111743952330945259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/111743952330945259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2005/05/puedes-contar-conmigo.html' title='&apos;Puedes contar conmigo&apos;'/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-111738663401544021</id><published>2005-05-30T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T01:10:34.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/5871/640/bella%20liu.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/5871/320/bella%20liu.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind?  Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and days of auld lang Syne?  Bella, elle etait la plus belle femme du monde, et maintenant, elle est la plus belle ange du paradise! &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-111738663401544021?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/111738663401544021/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=111738663401544021' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/111738663401544021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/111738663401544021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2005/05/should-auld-acquaintance-be-forgot-and.html' title=''/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-111729592081122458</id><published>2005-05-28T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T23:58:40.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/5871/640/__2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/5871/400/__2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm four months old ^&amp;^&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-111729592081122458?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/111729592081122458/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=111729592081122458' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/111729592081122458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/111729592081122458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-four-months-old.html' title=''/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-111729587030290958</id><published>2005-05-28T23:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T23:57:50.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/5871/640/F%263.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/5871/400/F%263.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super model collection&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-111729587030290958?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/111729587030290958/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=111729587030290958' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/111729587030290958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/111729587030290958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2005/05/super-model-collection.html' title=''/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-111729566002058732</id><published>2005-05-28T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T01:29:15.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/5871/640/P1011115.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #006600; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/5871/400/P1011115.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man is born free, and everywhere he is in chains....c'est comme ça!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-111729566002058732?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/111729566002058732/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=111729566002058732' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/111729566002058732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/111729566002058732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2005/05/man-is-born-free-and-everywhere-he-is.html' title=''/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-111721431322500932</id><published>2005-05-28T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T01:18:33.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/5871/640/chile%20047.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/5871/400/chile%20047.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mt. Andes.....le plus beau souvenu au Chili&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-111721431322500932?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/111721431322500932/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=111721431322500932' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/111721431322500932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/111721431322500932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2005/05/mt.html' title=''/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13012022.post-111716333233212567</id><published>2005-05-27T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T16:43:42.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the degree of expose</title><content type='html'>It's really amazing for myself.  In my imagination, the first post must be begun in the midnight, while there's no sound, no more images, and with all the people falling into sweet sleep.  Then inspiration wakes up, aspiring my deep soul, discovering the true myself and the delight goes out to let beautiful words show up through every knot of the keyboard.  What accompanys me is the echos from the invisible, faint but firm, directing the correct way for releasing all the passions.  I would recite every note from the violin concerto of Tschaikowski and Sibelius; therefore, I will complete my first post on blog without any stop.  I am going to tell you that why I set up my blog.  How a lazy person as me will do so, and what a person with strong sense of security like me want to expose myself to all over the world.  I'm thinking to prepare an excellent paragraph to tell how astnoished that I was touched by my own words.  Not only is it the first time that I experience the magic power of my words and that I seem to return to myself two years ago, who regards studying is the most foutunate and is eager to achieve the wonderful land of research.  The true story seems still to be hidden......Nothing happens at last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est la vie.  Elle est toujours loin de nos beaux rêves.  Qu'est-ce que la realité?  Je suis dans le bureau, avec beaucoup de collègues et plein de bruits.  J'écoute Tschaikowski aussi, mais tout le monde se reveille et travaille.  C'est un beau jour, sans pluie.  Peut-etre qu'à la fin de la semaine, on pourra être content.  J'ai un peu sommeil et je suis peu faitguée.  C'est normal a cause du travail et ça brise mon coeur.  c'est ce a quoi ressemble ma première écriture, sans reflexion ni passion. L'institut fonctionne comme une grande machine, et soudainement, elle apparaît comme un monstre devant mes yeux.  J'ai peur que ce monstre veuille détruire et mettre a néant toutes les bonnes choses.&lt;br /&gt;Mais, combien même, rien n'a lieu....&lt;br /&gt;沒有香煙裊裊，琴音飄飄；不是凌晨零點，沒有零度冰凍，更無沸騰的黑咖啡。寫作究竟應該在哪個時點，哪個溫度，哪個空間，哪個顏色？是月明星稀或陽光普照，黑色或彩色，零度或一百，冥想或現實......我完成了第一篇，卻跳脫了預設的時間與空間，這是對的嗎？由自己打破自己創建的神話；這像是自殺嗎？親手窒息心理那段最初的夢想。整篇全是廢言，然我仍可自我安慰：我以文字輔以意識流手法，拍攝了第一部關於我的紀錄片，冗長無趣是其特色，載浮載沉呼之欲出，也許，生命應該浪費在美好的事物上，然而生命的本質卻不是美好！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13012022-111716333233212567?l=wallischl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/feeds/111716333233212567/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13012022&amp;postID=111716333233212567' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/111716333233212567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13012022/posts/default/111716333233212567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallischl.blogspot.com/2005/05/degree-of-expose.html' title='the degree of expose'/><author><name>WchL</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Gxy7ieojYr0/SJCHJ1uwi5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/lPJq_1VVgNA/S220/JP+20070524+~0527+007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
