<?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-11062152</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:55:22.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>silent singer</title><subtitle type='html'>This is me: a shy extrovert, insecure but like risks,have bad motion-sickness but want to travel around the world.
Besides, I want to go to law school.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-3434684774497042219</id><published>2008-02-01T14:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T14:41:17.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Visit My Blog at</title><summary type='text'>http://silentsinger.wordpress.com/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/3434684774497042219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=3434684774497042219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/3434684774497042219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/3434684774497042219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2008/02/please-visit-my-blog-at.html' title='Please Visit My Blog at'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-112805191525677467</id><published>2005-09-29T23:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T23:46:32.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Essay Writing</title><summary type='text'>As far, my PS is nearly finished.My diversity essay is almost done."Why Penn" essay editing seems to come close to the end.And there is still "Why Michigan"......"Essay, heihei, crap." This former law school student said.Agreed. more than crap.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/112805191525677467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=112805191525677467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112805191525677467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112805191525677467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/09/essay-writing.html' title='Essay Writing'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-112688656695740157</id><published>2005-09-16T11:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T12:02:46.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Appilcation 3</title><summary type='text'>I didn't expect the complicated family relationship got into the way a couple of weeks before I am sending off my application to law school.Why didn't they make the fuss when I first told them I am going to law school.What the hell.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/112688656695740157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=112688656695740157' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112688656695740157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112688656695740157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/09/appilcation-3.html' title='Appilcation 3'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-112597361076423914</id><published>2005-09-05T22:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T22:26:50.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Application 2</title><summary type='text'>I called the two teachers who wrote LOR for me. So my LOR is half set. Still thinking if i should obtain a third recommendation letter...School research has covered all the 7 schools among the top 14 that I am going to apply to. Have good feelings toward each of them. Once the research went on to the rest of my choices tonight, the feeling started to change. It is me, or the schools?For the rest </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/112597361076423914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=112597361076423914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112597361076423914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112597361076423914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/09/application-2.html' title='Application 2'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-112558718915212239</id><published>2005-09-01T11:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T11:06:29.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Application1</title><summary type='text'>Six of the schools I am looking to apply to require Dean's certification (Cornell, columbia, Duke, BU and Penn). Quite relieved to find out that Penn and BU might waive and the other  three would accept Chinese certification, as long as a notarized translation accompaning it. All right, almost get the sh*t out of the way.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/112558718915212239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=112558718915212239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112558718915212239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112558718915212239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/09/application1.html' title='Application1'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-112515031903772892</id><published>2005-08-27T09:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T09:45:19.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>没想到在美国跨州搬家一次如此耗油耗电。A list of things we’ve done in the past three weeks:1. Sign the lease for the new apartment;2. Changed our address with the post office, our credit card company and a whole bunch of other places which has a scintilla chance of sending us a mail or a bill;3. Transfer the car’s title;4. Transfer our driver license;5. Open a new account with a local bank and closed an old one;6. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/112515031903772892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=112515031903772892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112515031903772892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112515031903772892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/08/list-of-things-weve-done-in-past-three.html' title=''/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-112491199534785765</id><published>2005-08-24T15:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T15:33:15.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Back on Track</title><summary type='text'>I finally get the messy summer in order and have my life back on track.The new old apartment finally look like a home with old bookshelf collected from neighborhood roadside and inexpensive and practical computer desk picked up from Office Depot.I didn’t feel back on track until Icecube set up the internet this morning and I became able to sit before my laptop and continued with my jabbering here.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/112491199534785765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=112491199534785765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112491199534785765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112491199534785765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/08/life-back-on-track.html' title='Life Back on Track'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-112355368182346161</id><published>2005-08-08T21:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T22:14:41.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>南方人的热情</title><summary type='text'>要离开这里了，再次感受到美国南方人的热情和友好。早上去修车，修车的师傅帮我们看完之后，指出了一个主要问题，还花了10多分钟给我们讲解，教我们怎样自己换配件，最后还不收钱，他说， 我知道你们都是学生，检车就免费了。后来我们在家门口换火花塞，旧的塞子拔了半天出不来，一个老外就过来了，帮我们拔，未果， 又匆匆从他家里给我们找来工具，帮我们解决了问题。前后足足花了他30分钟。后来我们去auto zone去买了一样配件，自己在店门口换，一个老头就过来，主动给我们帮忙。昨天晚上和几个朋友在一起聊天，还在讨论这个南方小镇的好处，现在越发让人觉得这个地方可爱了。</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/112355368182346161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=112355368182346161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112355368182346161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112355368182346161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post_08.html' title='南方人的热情'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-112320887086714764</id><published>2005-08-04T22:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T22:31:05.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip Planning</title><summary type='text'>Great Smoky Mountains National Park will be on our way, so we are going to spend two days there and another day driving to Icecube's new school. I did some research today and it seems to be a fun place.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/112320887086714764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=112320887086714764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112320887086714764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112320887086714764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/08/trip-planning.html' title='Trip Planning'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-112309860089730690</id><published>2005-08-03T15:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T15:50:00.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>打包，搬家</title><summary type='text'>不收拾不知道，东西还真不少</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/112309860089730690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=112309860089730690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112309860089730690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112309860089730690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post_03.html' title='打包，搬家'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-112291368126930304</id><published>2005-08-01T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T12:28:01.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>周日</title><summary type='text'>从国内来了一个新学生，需要临时在我们这里住几天，于是家里更是熙熙攘攘了. 新生是个斯文的贵州人，来的时候带着杯子带者勺, 带了洗发水和香皂，跟我当初来美国一样。问他带了什么贵州土产，他说他带了一瓶老干妈.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/112291368126930304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=112291368126930304' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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和WW吃了一顿大餐, 他们誓死反请我们, 于是去了一家越南餐厅，一人点了一个河粉，吃的都很高兴，但YY和WW坚持说这顿太便宜，一定要再请一顿----其实也是因为他们周末不愿意做饭.餐毕又去老地主家里打开牌局,一直奋战到半夜. 地主婆挺这个大肚子，眼皮都不眨地陪我们玩到最后.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/112291344583507165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=112291344583507165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112291344583507165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112291344583507165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post_01.html' title='周六'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-112291268121787541</id><published>2005-08-01T23:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T12:11:21.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>开了几天天窗，今天补起来</title><summary type='text'>周五:晚上去KIM家了，这对韩国夫妇已经多次邀请我们去他门家里蹭饭吃.他们是一对虔诚的的基督徒, 在学校里开了一个BIBLE STUDY小组，每周五晚上学习, 专门邀请国际学生参加, 同时邀请一些美国教授作为"诱饵"。他们已经坚持了6年了，我很被他们的执著精神感动, 所以踊跃参加了一个学期，韩国夫妇对我对这个活动的"支持"感到很高兴，同时也感觉我很有"发展前途", 所以我们也就成了朋友.周六去他们家是因为老地主跟他们借了一盘关于INTELLIGENCE DESIGN的录象带，所以kIM夫妇邀请我们去讨论讨论，结果老地主看完了一个录象带就被这种理论收买了， 害得我跟他争论了一通, 把老底也暴露了.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/112291268121787541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=112291268121787541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/112275915605594287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=112275915605594287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112275915605594287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112275915605594287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/07/blueberry-picking.html' title='Blueberry Picking'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-112260416798404386</id><published>2005-07-28T21:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T22:30:43.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>歌唱</title><summary type='text'>弯弯的月亮歌手:刘欢 专辑:刘欢精选辑遥远的夜空有一个弯弯的月亮弯弯的月亮下面是那弯弯的小桥小桥的旁边有一条弯弯的小船弯弯的小船悠悠是那童年的阿娇呜——阿娇摇着船唱着那古老的歌谣歌声随风飘飘到我的脸上脸上淌着泪象那条弯弯的河水呜——弯弯的河水啊流进我的心上呜——我的心充满惆怅不为那弯弯的月亮只为那今天的村庄还唱着过去的歌谣故乡的月亮你那弯弯的忧伤穿透了我的胸膛呜——----Silent-singer：今天闲极了，把这首歌来回唱了几遍，用voice yepp录下来，算是我今天的audio journal。</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/112260416798404386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=112260416798404386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>今天早上看到一个关于北大在近三个月发生三起学生自杀事件的报道。4月22日下午4时，北大理科2号楼，一女子9楼坠亡。　　5月7日晚9时10分左右，北大理科2号楼，02级数学系一博士生9楼坠亡。　　7月25日晚8时，北大33号宿舍楼，一男生从5楼宿舍的阳台坠楼身亡。据称该男生为北大心理学系本科生。然后是评论，专家说法　　北大教授夏学銮就学生频繁坠楼事件接受记者采访， 一个人活着应该有家庭责任和社会责任感，选择自杀，这种行为是自私的。如果一个人连自己的生命都不珍惜，他就是不负责任。”看完这段所谓的专家评论之后，我为死者更加感到悲哀。在一个人极度痛苦，无法自拔，最后选择结束自己的生命之后，却有所谓的专家在这里大谈特谈什么“责任”和“自私”。也许他们选择死是在感觉周围无人理解他们的痛苦，极度无助和绝望之后的无奈选择。可惜的是，他们的死并没有让生者思考一下，</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/112247654875554088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=112247654875554088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112247654875554088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112247654875554088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/07/422429-579102029-7258335.html' title=''/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-112242993111764376</id><published>2005-07-26T21:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T22:05:31.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What did I do today?</title><summary type='text'>I reread the book How to Get Into the Top Law Schools.Received my transcript evaluation from WES, feeling a bit further from the "top".</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/112242993111764376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=112242993111764376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112242993111764376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112242993111764376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-did-i-do-today.html' title='What did I do today?'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-112232247452428035</id><published>2005-07-25T15:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T16:14:34.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Done with another thing</title><summary type='text'>I went to take the TOEFL test this morning. Taking such a test in a small city is good. The test center is small, able to accommodate 8 test takers at most, with only one lady working there, and it was quiet, so I could concentrate well on listening without making extra effort to fight against typing noises made by other people.I had a small problem at first. After the lady checked my driver </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/112232247452428035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=112232247452428035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112232247452428035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112232247452428035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/07/done-with-another-thing.html' title='Done with another thing'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-112215479689520686</id><published>2005-07-23T17:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T17:39:56.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"It is really hot. I love watermelon!" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/112215479689520686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=112215479689520686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112215479689520686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112215479689520686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/07/it-is-really-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-112199572161205309</id><published>2005-07-21T20:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T21:29:43.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>南方周末已经死了</title><summary type='text'>自从来美国之后，就很少看南方周末了，这份曾让我无比喜爱的报纸在差不多三年前经历了一次大劫之后就再也没有往日的力量和魅力了。记得那时学校旁边的报亭每周五到，所以每个周五的中午我会和icecube一起买一份，然后在中午饭的饭桌上开始看，连看不大懂的财经版都不错过。那时让我震撼最大的报道莫过于一些对国内冤假错案的报道，比如一个无辜的高中生被当作嫌疑犯抓起来，几周后父母去把 孩子接回来的时候已经发现孩子的舌头没有了。这样的报道在其他的报纸上是读不到的。 当然，类似的报道也曾让我觉得学法律在中国是毫无前途的。现在读这份报纸，唯一的感叹是， 南方周末已经死了.Icecube 似乎比我更恋旧，所以还时不时地上网看，这份报纸明显变得很轻松更具有娱乐性了，但我是没有耐心了，网速一慢，我就撤了。哎。</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/112199572161205309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=112199572161205309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112199572161205309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112199572161205309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post_21.html' title='南方周末已经死了'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-112191055097385244</id><published>2005-07-20T21:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T21:49:10.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>今天在网上碰到J</title><summary type='text'>今天在网上碰上J， 让我很高兴，这个我在大学里补习过一个学期英语的孩子一直让我很牵挂。第一次见她的时候是在学校的图书馆门口，她穿着一身黑色的运动服， 戴 着 墨镜，留着一头短发。人长得高高壮壮的，让我以为是个男孩子。后来摘下眼镜坐在我旁边听我给她讲课，才看到一个面孔柔和的女孩。J性格内向，她的爱好是打篮球，开车和养狗。上大学二年级的时候，就一个人开着车带着她的狗去丽江玩。她话不多，眼睛里充满着她这个年龄不该有的忧伤。后来慢慢知道，她父母感情不好，一直处在离婚的危机中。她甚至常常周末到酒吧一个人喝得乱醉。在我大学毕业即将离开的时候，她送给我一个卡片和一本书作为送别礼物。那本书让我不安了很久，书名我记不清楚了，是一个小有名气的癌症患者在临死前纪录他的生活和思路的书。这份礼物很沉重。J和我成了很好的朋友，我到了北京之后，她总给我写信，告诉 我她最近心情不好， 但从来不说原因。我给她打电话，</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/112191055097385244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=112191055097385244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112191055097385244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112191055097385244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/07/j.html' title='今天在网上碰到J'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-112190842837339615</id><published>2005-07-20T21:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T21:13:48.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>����ǰ�и����� </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/112190842837339615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=112190842837339615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112190842837339615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112190842837339615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-112190855827697521</id><published>2005-07-20T20:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T21:15:58.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>我是想说</title><summary type='text'>今天发现家门口有个鸟窝。没想到出现在图片下的文字居然成了鸟语</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/112190855827697521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=112190855827697521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112190855827697521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112190855827697521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post_112190855827697521.html' title='我是想说'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-112182726145933615</id><published>2005-07-19T21:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T22:41:01.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>^--^</title><summary type='text'>自从家里可以同时看CINEMAX, HBO,SHOWTIME， 我的blog上的庄稼日渐稀疏，杂草越来越多</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/112182726145933615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=112182726145933615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112182726145933615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112182726145933615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post_19.html' title='^--^'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-112173861501959744</id><published>2005-07-18T20:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T10:24:07.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last Saturday Huggy and Kim, the Korea couple, invited us and Icecube’s roomates to their home for a swimming picnic. They also invited three American couples from their church.One of the guys named Bob is a lawyer. When we entered Huggy’s house, which we called mini white house, Kim introduced me to Bob and his wife, saying “she is the girl who wants to go to law school.”Bob was kind and talked </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/112173861501959744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=112173861501959744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112173861501959744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112173861501959744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/07/last-saturday-huggy-and-kim-korea.html' title=''/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-112144217513195573</id><published>2005-07-15T10:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T10:10:46.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>D.J.J.</title><summary type='text'>D.J.J. is the initial for this funny guy from Beijing (use your imagination, his initials can be pronounced in an extremely funny way and he is very pleased with it). We all agree he is a moron.Last Monday he went to take the road test. The test site is 40-minutes drive from here (in this small city, this is a long drive). He failed right at the parking lot before he even hit the road: the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/112144217513195573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=112144217513195573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112144217513195573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112144217513195573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/07/djj.html' title='D.J.J.'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-112137499202921609</id><published>2005-07-14T17:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T17:03:12.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>National Geographic-- pic of the month </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/112137499202921609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=112137499202921609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112137499202921609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112137499202921609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/07/national-geographic-pic-of-month.html' title=''/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-112122331393182044</id><published>2005-07-12T21:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T22:55:13.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Strategy for a Getting A Relationship You Want</title><summary type='text'>Another truth clicked before me tonight. This is the story.I subscribed the Time magazine last summer at the price of $19.95 for 56 issues. Last month, when my last subscription expired, I received an e-mail from Time informing me that my subscription was automatically renewed if i don't disagree. Ok, good, I renewed. I like the magazine. However, a couple of days later, I found my credit carded </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/112122331393182044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=112122331393182044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112122331393182044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112122331393182044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/07/strategy-for-getting-relationship-you.html' title='A Strategy for a Getting A Relationship You Want'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-112103989285812733</id><published>2005-07-10T18:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T19:59:26.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>神奇的染发</title><summary type='text'>听说小青和她老公曾是北航的校花校草, 早早地就来美国了.现在都在大学任教, 虽说都是40左右的人了, 仍旧能看出当年的风采.不幸的是, 小青几年前得了癌症, 动了几次大手术, 现在还在治疗之中.大概是太操心的缘故, 一头秀发已经白了一半.今天见到小青, 变化不小, 一头长发变成了齐肩的碎发, 根根白丝变成了极有光泽的红发, 而先前的黑发更加黝黑.一问, 才知道一个韩国人给她染了发, 秘方来自于印度, 是用多种天然的自然材料组合而成, 包括绿茶, 橄榄油, 醋等. 效果是让黑发更黑, 百发变成深红.这种自然染色发让我惊叹不已.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/112103989285812733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=112103989285812733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112103989285812733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112103989285812733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post_10.html' title='神奇的染发'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-112094391291260653</id><published>2005-07-09T17:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T17:19:40.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Excerpt from...</title><summary type='text'>----an excerpt from Bill Clinton's My Life.********I learned a lot from the stories my uncle, aunts, and grandparents told me: that no one is perfect but most people are good; that people can’t be judged only by their worst or weakest moments; that harsh judgments can make hypocrites of us all; that a lot of life is just showing up and hanging on; that laughter is often the best, and sometimes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/112094391291260653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=112094391291260653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112094391291260653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112094391291260653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/07/excerpt-from.html' title='An Excerpt from...'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-112094306795029437</id><published>2005-07-09T16:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T17:28:32.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sally and Jack</title><summary type='text'>I went to see Sally at her home today. Her husband Jack is doing Ph.D and they live in a one-bed room on the campus. Icecube and I used to live next door. Sally often came over and talked with me.She and her husband is an “untraditional” couple around here. They are around 40 and have no children. I noticed that whenever people talk about having baby, Sally would walk away. They are the only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/112094306795029437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=112094306795029437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112094306795029437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112094306795029437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/07/sally-and-jack.html' title='Sally and Jack'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-112075217804503332</id><published>2005-07-07T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T12:03:57.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>煮饭婆要来啦</title><summary type='text'>早上见到YY的第一件事情就是问他小蜜(他如是称呼他老婆)二签过了没有.“怎么样?”“可以.”虽然他的回答平淡得听不出一丝激动来, 但我估计他昨天晚上激动得一晚上都没有睡好觉.“老婆什么时候来?” 我问他.“还没定.”“后继有人啦!”WW在一边叫道.“是呀, 煮饭婆要来了.”YY脸笑开了花.出门前YY说今天要ICECUBE带他去买电脑. “我去买台便宜的台式机, 家里的笔记本给我小蜜.”还挺心急的.看来真的是”打是亲, 骂是爱”. 我们经常问YY想不想他小蜜, 他总是说, “不想. 我老婆又懒又凶. "然后声情并茂, "我命哭啊! 娶这么个老婆---- 老婆能无条件RETURN就好了.”</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/112075217804503332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=112075217804503332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112075217804503332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112075217804503332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post_07.html' title='煮饭婆要来啦'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-112058848086928159</id><published>2005-07-05T14:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T14:43:55.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>有希望啊</title><summary type='text'>要申请的TOP 20的学校中有几所明确要TOEFL(BOSTON UNIVERSITY, DUKE, UVA), 所以还得去考一遍. 自以为上次的笔试成绩很辉煌, 应该不用太紧张, 但上网看看, 不少人都笔试不错, 却栽在机试上了. UHM, 不能掉以轻心.搜索一下网上的资料, 可真是不少, 比如这里, 不少人孜孜不倦地讲述机经, 发表学习总结, 在看这里,这家伙可是费了不少工夫啊.看考试论坛, 就觉得咱们的民族还是很有希望的, 这么多勤奋学习, 无私奉献的有学有识之人!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/112058848086928159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=112058848086928159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112058848086928159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112058848086928159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post_05.html' title='有希望啊'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-112050682538076770</id><published>2005-07-04T14:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T15:53:45.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>头疼</title><summary type='text'>这两天开始琢磨该写PERSONAL STATEMENT了，这主题该怎么定, 实在头疼. 想我个人经历, 实在没有什么闪光之处.年少时的梦?-- 死了. 再说那时候我好象是想当记者来着。愤青的崇高理想?--没有. 我乃一逍遥派，一直到愤青一词被人扔到垃圾桶之后我才知道彼为何物.想来想去大概就只能苦大仇深一把了， 想我家世代贫农，我妈怀我那会只有红薯可吃, 我也没有营养不良, 大脑迟钝， 而且就我在千军万马挤独木桥那会儿没掉进河里, 最终得以过上资产阶级的生活，可圈可点的地方还是有的。要不看看克淫棍(Mr. Clinton, ICECUBE翻译英语人名很有一套的)的MY LIFE, 找点灵感?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/112050682538076770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=112050682538076770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112050682538076770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112050682538076770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title='头疼'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-112033561633214695</id><published>2005-07-02T15:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T16:30:33.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>N/A</title><summary type='text'>今天在中国店里碰到老地主和他老婆, 老地主见到我后就伸出他的小肥手, "握个手, 握个手."我傻愣愣地跟他握完手, 一脸疑惑, 没懂什么意思."我老婆在你进攻法学院的精神鼓舞之下准备考MSMLE啦, 还得谢谢你啊."哦, 原来如此.老地主婆在国内是医生, 来这里被迫学了两年护士专业, 现在在一个私人诊所里当护士, 老地主的老爸是个老中医, 一家人总觉得能在国内当医生的材料在美国当护士, 实在是不爽, 但地主婆经过国内医学院和这里的护校的折磨之后已经无心向学. 现在决定考MSMLE无疑让老地主乐得不行.地主婆不好意思地在旁边说, "我就试试看, 要咱不是这把刷子就算了."不过依地主婆的个性, 她要决定试刷子了, 可不是闹着玩的.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/112033561633214695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=112033561633214695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112033561633214695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112033561633214695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/07/na.html' title='N/A'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-112006049109977115</id><published>2005-06-29T10:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T11:54:51.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News for International JD Applicants</title><summary type='text'>Effective August foreign educated students will be able to register for the LSDAS in order to use the electronic application and LOR service even thought transcripts would not be submitted to LSAC. As of this writing we expect that service to be available the week of August 2—please monitor our website at www.LSAC.org.L. J.Candidate Communications AnalystFor additional information you may access </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/112006049109977115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=112006049109977115' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112006049109977115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112006049109977115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/06/good-news-for-international-jd.html' title='Good News for International JD Applicants'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-112000906227077722</id><published>2005-06-28T20:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T21:46:49.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dependence vs. Independence</title><summary type='text'>Today I had to drop the car at Firestone for a recheck of the engine problem and do some shopping at Sam’s, which was behind. I was going to drive by myself. Since I had been doing this under Icecube’s supervision (though I always told him to shut up while I was driving),  this was a first-time experience for me, which was pretty much embarassing---- after all, I have been in the on-the-wheel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/112000906227077722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=112000906227077722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112000906227077722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/112000906227077722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/06/dependence-vs-independence.html' title='Dependence vs. Independence'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111992238637707996</id><published>2005-06-27T20:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T10:53:41.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>N/A</title><summary type='text'>一度很喜欢看SEX AND THE CITY, 这四个女人似乎活得很潇洒自在, 和我整日柴米油盐的生活完全是不同的两个世界.但看来看去总觉得有点不对劲. SAMANTHA对男友拉她的手过敏, 除了CHARLOTTE, 都对婚礼过敏, 对BABY SHOWER过敏, 都是快四十的人了单身生活都过得有滋有味的 (我见过的超三十五岁的单身女人大多凄凄惨惨戚戚).前几天偶然读到一个评论, 说这部电视喜剧的剧作者是一个公开的同性恋作者, 评论者认为,这四个女人的故事更象四个(男)同性恋的生活和心态. 或许这是我感觉奇怪的一种解释.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111992238637707996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111992238637707996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111992238637707996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111992238637707996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/06/na.html' title='N/A'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111982079337810708</id><published>2005-06-26T16:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T17:19:53.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the Game Has Started</title><summary type='text'>ICECUBE逼着我赶紧给家里人打电话报告考试结果, 昨天我实在没有情绪, 所以拖到今天, 电话是不能不打的, 咱是一穷二白的, 交学费需要外援, 贷款也得需要他们的帮助,  总之, 以后上学没有家里人的支持是不行的.“估计上前20 问题应该不大, 就是奖学金的问题.” 我如是描述, 反正他们对具体分数是没有什么概念的.ICECUBE一把夺过电话, “上前10是很有戏的, 就是有没有奖学金的问题了…..”挂完电话, 我就埋 怨ICECUBE夸大其词, 以后要是上不了,多丢人?ICECUBE马上反驳, 不能说得太保守, 你要让他们觉得在你身上投资是值得的……不管怎样, 申请的游戏正式开始了.Writing PSPreparing Recommendation LettersTranscript evaluation with WESSchool researchTaking TOEFL </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111982079337810708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111982079337810708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111982079337810708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111982079337810708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/06/game-has-started.html' title='the Game Has Started'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111976155418918805</id><published>2005-06-25T23:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T00:52:34.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the Contact Lenses</title><summary type='text'>上午试戴隐形眼睛, 大概用了半个钟头再加好几把眼泪终于给戴上了.戴上的那一刻, 有一种眼睛完全恢复正常的美好幻觉. 从眼镜店里鹊跃而出, 一把从ICECUBE手里夺过方向盘 ----因为可以用上我的墨镜了----开车的时候还忍不住时不时地在后视镜里瞟自己几眼.晚上又是几把眼泪之后才把那两个小片从眼睛里给弄出来.臭美, 是要付出代价的, 活活</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111976155418918805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111976155418918805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111976155418918805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111976155418918805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/06/contact-lenses.html' title='the Contact Lenses'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111976071771470755</id><published>2005-06-25T23:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T10:07:35.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the LSAT Score</title><summary type='text'>I was half asleep in the couch. Icecube jumped out of his seat and shouted at me, look at this!Still half asleep, I went before the computer. Yes, there was the score. I didn't expect to know it today at all. This morning, it still looked like the score wouldn't come in untile Monday.Well, a score which I have been expecting for months, which I would describe as neither exciting nor </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111976071771470755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111976071771470755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111976071771470755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111976071771470755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/06/lsat-score.html' title='the LSAT Score'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111976035542555059</id><published>2005-06-25T00:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T00:32:35.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>一点惊喜</title><summary type='text'>今天去配眼镜, 医生 告诉我的眼镜戴隐形一点问题都没有, 让我好一阵惊喜. 出国前去同仁医院检查的时候, 一个漂亮的女医生面无表情地告诉我, 没有适合我的眼睛的隐形,因为我的眼睛有特殊的散光. 在跟这个美国医生解释我的情况时, 我刻意强调了一下, 那是三年前的中国(其实是两年), 当然, 也许是没有意义的.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111976035542555059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111976035542555059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111976035542555059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111976035542555059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post_25.html' title='一点惊喜'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111947089936046405</id><published>2005-06-22T16:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T17:38:54.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>YY&amp;WW</title><summary type='text'>Icecube has these two interesting housemates.YY is a jumpy (and therefore skinny) guy from the south. He sometimes wears those kinds of clothes that minority people used to wear in China, and he gets the attitude that makes you think he is wearing the clothes rather than the clothes wearing him. He also wears a necklace dangling his wedding ring. His wife was just rejected the F2 visa, and he is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111947089936046405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111947089936046405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111947089936046405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111947089936046405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/06/yyww.html' title='YY&amp;WW'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111937033176988663</id><published>2005-06-21T12:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T12:12:11.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>小强</title><summary type='text'>昨天晚上Icecube坐在台灯下上网， 突然说，哎呀，这里又有一个小强！我不知道他在说什么， 所以懒得理他。没过几分钟，他又在那里叫， 怎么这么多 小强！我正在看电视，他的叫嚷 让我没好气，什么小强！？Icecube 说， 虫子真多。哦，对呀，小强不就是小甲虫吗。长大后，对虫子的憎恶已经让我忘记了儿童时代我也曾如此昵称曾经可爱的 小甲虫。</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111937033176988663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111937033176988663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111937033176988663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111937033176988663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post_21.html' title='小强'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111928326671777641</id><published>2005-06-20T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T12:17:03.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Law School Dream</title><summary type='text'>Ok, this is my first class in law school. The classroom is large, like a theater. Around 500 hundred students are here. Yes, this is a big school and the 1L class is always big.I sat between two girls, who both are fat, so I could feel pressure from both sides of my body and I could hardly sit straight. Then I said, could you guys save me some space? I said it in Chinese. Surprisingly, the girl </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111928326671777641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111928326671777641' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111928326671777641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111928326671777641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-law-school-dream.html' title='My Law School Dream'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111915080197665812</id><published>2005-06-18T22:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T23:13:21.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Farewell Party</title><summary type='text'>I didn't post the past two days because I was busy with this party, one day for shopping and another day for preparing food. Since Icecube and I are leaving, we want to treat our friends here in the classic Chinese way-- throw out a big dinner party. It is way too early to make it a fairwell party since he won't leave until two months later. But all the friends cannot wait.I am not such a great </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111915080197665812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111915080197665812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111915080197665812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111915080197665812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/06/farewell-party.html' title='The Farewell Party'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111889304587108677</id><published>2005-06-15T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T23:44:44.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the Taste of Life</title><summary type='text'>These days if I have anything to write about, it’s got to come from the e-mails.A high school friend shot me an e-mail, saying that she missed me and she dreamed about me the other night. This was a big deal for me. I immediately gave her a call.She was at work, but she said it was ok to talk to me. She worked at a private company and her boss showed up at most once a month. I knew she was living</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111889304587108677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111889304587108677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111889304587108677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111889304587108677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/06/taste-of-life.html' title='the Taste of Life'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111878589625726467</id><published>2005-06-14T17:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T18:09:02.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a-Q my day</title><summary type='text'>It's so hot today. Icecube says this is a normal day. It means the first few days after I came here had been unusually cool. We don't use the air-conditioning, which I believe is the normal practice among Chinese students here. Such hot sweaty days would be part of my American-memory one day, I believe.We have been joking over the fact that most Chinese students have the transition from being </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111878589625726467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111878589625726467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111878589625726467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111878589625726467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/06/q-my-day.html' title='a-Q my day'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111878366498340421</id><published>2005-06-14T17:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T17:14:24.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the Firewall</title><summary type='text'>The Time magazine's blogwatch reports that all Chinese websites are required to register with the authority by June 30. I am not going to air my views regarding free speech here. But I am really unhappy that my friends in China cannot read my blog.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111878366498340421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111878366498340421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111878366498340421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111878366498340421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/06/firewall.html' title='the Firewall'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111871205429271992</id><published>2005-06-13T21:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T21:20:54.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>祸不单行</title><summary type='text'>This morning, my car's engine went off while the car was running.This afternoon, my cellphone stopped receiving calls.This evening, my internet was not connecting.祸不单行啊。^ ~^</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111871205429271992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111871205429271992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111871205429271992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111871205429271992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post_13.html' title='祸不单行'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111854292761910675</id><published>2005-06-11T22:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T22:25:12.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>民工的快乐</title><summary type='text'>今天老王搬家，下午帮他搬完家后夫妻两个请大家都NEW CHINA BUFFET吃晚饭。大约是周末，在加上刚好旁边也有一大桌中国人在吃饭，所以今天晚上的螃蟹腿特别抢手， 我们不得不派老杜时刻坚守阵地，一有新货， 立即进攻。吃完饭， 我和地主婆决定走着回家，那帮男的急者去我家打牌， 无一人想当护花使者，我和地主婆还是决定，保持身材很重要，坚持走路回家。快到我家的时候路过垃圾桶，看到那里被人扔了一张沙发，一个桌子和几个椅子， 地主婆说，那沙发不错，我说， 那桌子不错。地主婆说，赶紧给他们打电话，让他们过来搬。我一个电话过去，四个大汉马上过来了，沙发和桌子马上就被般回了家，我们的两个ROOMATES都是打算在这里呆上3年4年的，所以一直在坚持收罗家具，以为长远之计。搬运过程中，先是碰到两个人，ICECUBE说，他们大概在说， 一群中国民工过来了。后来又遇到两个人，小明说，哎，又给中国人丢脸了。</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111854292761910675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111854292761910675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111854292761910675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111854292761910675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post_11.html' title='民工的快乐'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111845421079393589</id><published>2005-06-10T21:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T21:46:12.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>终于看到了周星驰的功夫</title><summary type='text'>终于看到了周星驰的功夫， 和他的上一部作品少林足球比起来，这部电影要成功多了。还是他的一贯作风，搞笑加恶心，这次还带了一点血腥，UNDERDOG的鸭子死了嘴壳子硬的一贯风格，这次他是个欲充武林高手但总被揍得鼻青脸肿的街头小混混，想当个十恶不赦的坏人但却下不了手杀人，最终显露善良本性，除恶扶正。在我看来，周星弛的可爱是他显示在他的作品里的那种从骨子里透出的执著的理想主义，这种纯粹，没有因为不断的失败褪色，没有因为被别人踩在脚下而迷失。最可爱的，莫过于在无厘头里突然有一刻，让你骤然屏住呼吸，听他说，“曾今有一份感情摆在我的面前。。。”这一次，他将这份美好寄托在一个美丽的哑女身上。在这个嘈杂的世界，能固守一份纯粹，不容易</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111845421079393589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111845421079393589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111845421079393589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111845421079393589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post_111845421079393589.html' title='终于看到了周星驰的功夫'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111843972636929003</id><published>2005-06-10T17:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T17:42:06.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>绿翠翠结婚了！</title><summary type='text'>绿翠翠结婚了！这个惊人的消息马上在这个小大学城的中国人中间传开了。ICECUBE在把我从飞机场接回来的路上煞有介事地说， 你猜怎么找？绿翠翠结婚了！这对我来说也的确是个新闻，从来没有听说她有男朋友， 现在突然出现如此跳跃式的进展，正好印证了我一直的看法，最不可思议的事情经常发生在你最意想不到的时间地点和人物身上。回到ICECUBE处， 正好假日本鬼子来串门， 进来后不久就问众人，知道吗，绿翠翠结婚了！假日本鬼子和绿翠翠是一个老板下的， 所有关于这个巨大新闻都源于他。虽然大家都已经知道了，但还是唏嘘了一阵儿以示惊讶。假日本鬼子说， 让你们看看她老公长什么样！假日本鬼子打开他的信箱给大家看绿翠翠给他传的照片。七八个脑袋一起凑到一台电脑前，评议开始。哎哟， 绿翠翠居然还找了个这么不错的老公，看这个小伙， 人高马大的，真是不错。男1说。绿翠翠这脸上的一个痦子就占了4个像速，啧啧，</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111843972636929003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111843972636929003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111843972636929003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111843972636929003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post_10.html' title='绿翠翠结婚了！'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111835217868570980</id><published>2005-06-09T16:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T17:22:58.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So I am back</title><summary type='text'>So I am back in this small sourthern city to which Icecube and I will say good-bye soon. Here it is quiet as usual. Everytime when I came back here from Philly, it reminds me the feeling where I went back to my hometown from Beijing. This morning I didn't get off bed until 10:30. In the morning, you got real quietness here. Not like this in Philly.Icecube moved into this apartment while I was in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111835217868570980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111835217868570980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111835217868570980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111835217868570980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/06/so-i-am-back.html' title='So I am back'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111811875876356067</id><published>2005-06-06T23:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T00:33:41.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><summary type='text'>I took the test today, and I am not going to cancel it this time, even though I am not sure if it is a disaster. Finally, I can leave the test behind. For better, for worse, I got one thing done. I am happy I can live for a while without thinking about tests.I got into the testroom at 12:30, and got out of there at around 5:30. I was neither thirsty nor hungry when i got out of there. After came </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111811875876356067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111811875876356067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111811875876356067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111811875876356067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/06/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111802618432376780</id><published>2005-06-05T22:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T22:49:44.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>第二语言 vs.大脑短路</title><summary type='text'>刚刚发现，讲我的第二语言，也就是英语，智商值可以瞬间接近 0。刚买的手机经常无缘无故 像电脑一样死机，于是今天出去散步的时候决定给Cingular的客服打电话，举着手机边走边打，辗转几轮，听了一刻钟的无聊音乐之后终于跟解决问题的人说上话了，舒了口气。对方说，我来给你做troubleshooting， 我说好。 ---- 有重摔过吗？---- 没有。---- 有浸过水吗？---- 没有。---- 那现在请你leave your phone on, and take off the battery. ---- 好的。于是取下电池......这大概就是大家常说的典型的大脑短路.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111802618432376780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111802618432376780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111802618432376780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111802618432376780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/06/vs.html' title='第二语言 vs.大脑短路'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111800063239675228</id><published>2005-06-04T23:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T15:50:27.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>我吃，我还吃</title><summary type='text'>朋友在TOWN里吃饭，问我要不要去，反正一个人正愁着晚饭怎么吃， 于是就去了。 进餐厅就看到一大桌10来个男男女女，大多数都是我曾参加过一次的一个类似的聚餐中见到的。朋友是一个交友网站的活跃分子，经常组织类似的单身人 士参加的聚会，看他们聚来聚去，好像也没有配上对的， “这个世界孤独寂寞的人很多，就是找不到我想要的那个， 5555555。。。”。在大家或打情骂俏或眉目传情的同时自感格格不入，于是独自埋头大吃，惊叹自己在临近考试之前极好的胃口，3点吃完中午饭，6点接着吃这顿晚饭，依旧胃口不减，这大概是个好兆头。记得初中考高中的时候，我们学校食堂的师傅对我们说，这一届的升学率一定高，因为这一届的学生下课后端着饭盆往食堂跑得最快。</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111800063239675228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111800063239675228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111800063239675228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111800063239675228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title='我吃，我还吃'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111776926382607557</id><published>2005-06-02T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T23:27:43.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditation</title><summary type='text'>A friend called from Canada, teaching me how to meditate. He told me he had been practicing Qi Gong for over 10 years, and mediation was his daily routine. His tenet is that mediation is far simpler than many people think. You simply sit there, cross your legs and straighten your back. Then close your eye. Don’t try to concentrate. Don’t try to shut up any thoughts. Let your mind idle.This is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111776926382607557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111776926382607557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111776926382607557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111776926382607557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/06/meditation.html' title='Meditation'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111776863666808154</id><published>2005-06-02T23:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T23:17:16.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Happy Breakfast</title><summary type='text'>Since the LSAT is coming in three days, I think I need good sleep. So I got up one hour later than usual this morning. I went to WaWa and got my coffee and breakfast. I started with the 12oz cup when I first came to the States, and now it is the 21oz cup—I am not addictive to caffeine though, fortunately. I have decaf. The other day I found there is a small park a few blocks away from Chinatown. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111776863666808154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111776863666808154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111776863666808154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111776863666808154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/06/happy-breakfast.html' title='A Happy Breakfast'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111715629001984175</id><published>2005-05-26T21:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T21:11:30.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You've got to be tough</title><summary type='text'>那天，我听见WW在客厅对她老公叫到，“我成了尼姑，你干脆也做个手术算了，一个尼姑，一个和尚，正好”。说此话，乃是因为她要去做子宫切除手术。“医生怕我的子宫肌瘤癌变，所以干脆叫我整个 割掉，省事。”WW说。昨天WW做完手术了，本来医生要她昨完手术就回家，但她强烈要求住院一天，因为上次做过一次比这个小的手术，麻药还在起作用的时候就被赶了回来，结果在回家的车上吐得一塌糊涂。好歹是个中等手术，医生也就同意了。今天WW回来了，从车上下来，弓着背，拄着一把伞当 拐杖，巅巅地进了屋。进门的时候对我说，你以后生孩子就这样。回家吃药，什么药，医生就给开了止疼药。WW感叹说，在美国生病，You’ve got to be tough.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111715629001984175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111715629001984175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111715629001984175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111715629001984175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/05/youve-got-to-be-tough.html' title='You&apos;ve got to be tough'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111681161432517338</id><published>2005-05-22T21:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T21:26:54.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mikado</title><summary type='text'>Today we went to a restaurant called Mikado. Mikado is an emperor of Japan. The walls of the restaurant is decorated with Japanese portraits. A large Sushi bar is against the entrance. The waitresses are in Japanese style wear. We went there because we were told they offered very nice Sushi and Japanese BBQ.A few minutes after we sat down, we found that all the waitresses are Chinese. Actually, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111681161432517338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111681161432517338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111681161432517338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111681161432517338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/05/mikado.html' title='Mikado'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111654838067048916</id><published>2005-05-18T20:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T21:54:19.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Day</title><summary type='text'>I got up at 6 in order to get to town before 8. I was going to do translation for a woman who got a lawsuit against a restaurant, and she just got her deposition. She does not speak English, but she was unable to get a capable lawyer who speaks Chinese. So I was here to translate for her and her lawyer.But this lady made me wait for her 40 minutes anyway. When we hurried to her lawyer’s office, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111654838067048916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111654838067048916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111654838067048916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111654838067048916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/05/long-day.html' title='A Long Day'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111638782820407941</id><published>2005-05-17T23:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T21:59:04.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday dinner</title><summary type='text'>Sunday dinner I had with Jinnie. She has gone back the hospital after her position was suspended there for almost two years because of immigration status. She said the job was killing her. She felt her age. She got night shift at least once a week, which means she has to work 40 hours straight and work on a normal schedule the rest of the week. That is what all first year residents get. “A doctor</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111638782820407941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111638782820407941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111638782820407941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111638782820407941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/05/sunday-dinner.html' title='Sunday dinner'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111594849463782639</id><published>2005-05-12T21:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T21:41:34.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>今日写意</title><summary type='text'>去图书馆的路上， 一位战战巍巍的老人站在她的车旁，向我微笑。Can you do me a favor?Sure.她要我帮她投一个硬币到计费器里，因为她没有办法跨上路沿。一辆飞驰而过得校车上，每一个窗户都探出一个小头来，他们朝着路旁的行人招手，欢快地叫着，Hello Hello!连续两天在图书馆看到这个衣衫不齐，头发凌乱的人，他随身背着一个铺盖卷，进图书馆就把他的铺盖卷放到窗户边上的沙发上，不是看杂志就是上网，看起来像一个流浪者。 今天中午看到他的时候，他牵着一只大黑狗，看起来也是好久没有洗过澡的样子。美国的流浪者都是很有个性的。给Icecube 打电话，他问，心情好了？我说，好了，好极了。</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111594849463782639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111594849463782639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111594849463782639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111594849463782639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post_12.html' title='今日写意'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111590104915817524</id><published>2005-05-12T08:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T08:31:14.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dog?</title><summary type='text'>When I ran this morning, I passed by a couple who were having coffee before their house, with their dog playing on the lawn. The dog ran to me when he saw me. I slowed down. To be honest, I am still afraid of dogs. A mother dog jumped at me while I was looking at her babies when I was 7 years old. The scar she left on my leg is still visible. But here in the U.S., it seems inappropriate to show </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111590104915817524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111590104915817524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111590104915817524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111590104915817524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/05/dog.html' title='A Dog?'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111560624747845836</id><published>2005-05-08T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T22:37:27.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>我的周末</title><summary type='text'>一个周末下来，浑身酸疼，原因可能是进行了一些非常规活动，拉练 了一下平常很少能够活动到的身体部位。活动如下：周五晚上，擦地。用一个半小时的时间将家里楼上楼下的地板擦了一遍，用擦桌子的方式来擦地，一个半钟头下来，已经累得只有说话的力气了。擦地的活不是没有做过，但这一次时间短，工作量大，如此的工作密度还是第一次。周六晚上，跳舞。在CLUB里边摇头晃脑，晃了差不多三个小时，直到满头大汗，脚酸和耳鸣。CLUB叫SHAMPOO， 出来之后，我的一头秀发已经被折磨得不成样子啦。和我们一起的有一位四十左右的大姐，一直跳得很来劲，心里暗暗佩服，想自己到了这个年岁，绝对没有这样的勇气和一群年轻人在club里混。出来之后感觉不错，锻炼身体的目的已经达到，于是心满意足地和大家去吃夜宵，从来没有在凌晨两点在大街上晃，没想到还挺热闹。Chinatown的街上人还不少，餐厅里面得很满，很多人不是吃夜宵，</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111560624747845836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111560624747845836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111560624747845836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111560624747845836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post_08.html' title='我的周末'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111540185920662158</id><published>2005-05-06T13:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T13:50:59.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>踢毽子</title><summary type='text'>发现家里的书架上搁着一只毽子。 于是跑到院子里玩。经过10分钟的练习，终于可以用右脚连续踢出16 个，同时，已经能感觉到腿根发酸了。哎， 想想小时候，用膝盖都能顶出不止16个。老了，老了。独自玩了差不多20 分钟，还兴趣盎然， 童年时代的游戏总是让人想起池塘，柳树,教室何小伙伴。仔细想想，似乎不论何时，能让你从内心体会到快乐的事情都和童年的记忆和孩童的乐趣有关系，要不有人说，人是活在记忆里的。或者，孩子的思维是最容易让人快乐的思维，不幸的是，我们注定要失去。By pure coincidence, right now I am reading the book the Necessary Loss. The basic idea is, you keep losing things all your life, babies losing their mothers, youths </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111540185920662158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111540185920662158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111540185920662158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111540185920662158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post.html' title='踢毽子'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111533366447296642</id><published>2005-05-05T18:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T18:54:24.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blank</title><summary type='text'>I've got nothing to write about today. I didn't post yesterday, because i got nothing to write about. I was doing homework all day, and went to class in the evening. When I finally came back home, it was 12.I expect something interesting to pop up today so I can at least write a few lines. But again, i've got nothing to post about for today.So i am here writing nonsense.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111533366447296642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111533366447296642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111533366447296642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111533366447296642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/05/blank.html' title='Blank'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111516393116322355</id><published>2005-05-03T19:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T01:00:20.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Snake Phobia</title><summary type='text'>So I got this month’s National Geographic.This time of last month I was considering if I was going to renew the subscription with its early subscription promotion plan. First I decided not to. The reason was that in the single issue of April, at least two pictures with snakes popped up when I was totally unprepared-- I was flipping the pages with a cup of tea. One of them was so pathetic, I mean,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111516393116322355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111516393116322355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111516393116322355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111516393116322355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/05/snake-phobia.html' title='Snake Phobia'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111499406703474845</id><published>2005-05-01T20:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T20:34:27.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>da sao wei sheng</title><summary type='text'>今天给家里来了一次大扫除，整个早上都耗在上面了，主要原因是家里好久没有这样的打扫了。我在做清洁的同时，舅妈和来聊天的邻居讨论关于家庭主妇和打扫卫生的话题。邻居说，I love cleaning. 舅妈说，so do I. 然后附和邻居说打扫卫生是她生活中多么重要的一部分。说实在的，我在一旁暗想，舅妈是不是过于自信了，因为家里和很多我见过的美国人的家实在是不能比，擦完二楼地板之前，我已经换了好几桶水了。舅妈的确爱打扫卫生，但是她比我还要脆弱， 干会儿活就哎呀满天了，家里难得能有一次彻底打扫。</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111499406703474845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111499406703474845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111499406703474845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111499406703474845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/05/da-sao-wei-sheng.html' title='da sao wei sheng'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111486775928209248</id><published>2005-04-30T09:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T09:43:17.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha Jin and His Novels</title><summary type='text'>Months ago while I was searching through the National Book Award list, Ha JIn, a Chinese name struck my eyes. The novel Waiting won him the award. I searched the book over Amazon, where you can get a copy at around $1, which is obviously depressing.Yesterday I came across all his four major books in the public library. I borrowed two of them, Waiting and Under the Red Flag. I read a few pages of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111486775928209248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111486775928209248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111486775928209248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111486775928209248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/04/ha-jin-and-his-novels.html' title='Ha Jin and His Novels'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111486263022325716</id><published>2005-04-30T08:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T19:50:50.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>About Growing Up</title><summary type='text'>I didn’t post anything yesterday. I should have done in the evening.Within four hour of last evening, I was blamed by uncle, for both good and bad reasons, in his unique explosive way. Depressed enough, I called Mom and Daddy. As usual, I told them that everything was fine, laughing a lot to ensure them that I was as happy as always. At one moment, I suddenly had this weird feeling of being </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111486263022325716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111486263022325716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111486263022325716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111486263022325716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/04/about-growing-up.html' title='About Growing Up'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111470439431765404</id><published>2005-04-28T12:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T12:06:34.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Different Day</title><summary type='text'>I have to do some extra work today to catch up with my blog.  I think I should post at least one piece each day. Yesterday I did nothing more than doing some homework. So I ended up with an empty head by the end of the day, which actually ended at 12:30 this morning.When I am trying to type something down, I find out the first good thing about blogging—I know I will find more in the future, which</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111470439431765404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111470439431765404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111470439431765404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111470439431765404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/04/different-day.html' title='A Different Day'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111470354371781579</id><published>2005-04-27T23:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T11:52:23.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing</title><summary type='text'>I am writing the reply letter to my cousin. At first I decided to write rather than type the letter—I wanted the letter to look intimate. After a few lines’ scribbling on the paper, I gave up. I went back to my computer. For one thing, my Chinese writing embarrasses me. It still looks exactly like what I did in high school, or even worse than that. Not to say that when I was in high school, my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111470354371781579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111470354371781579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111470354371781579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111470354371781579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/04/writing.html' title='Writing'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111455942757244928</id><published>2005-04-26T19:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T19:50:27.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are The Message</title><summary type='text'>JJ brought back a book from the Pennsylvania Bar Institute. The title is You Are The Message: Getting What You Want by Being Who You Are. It is basically a how-to-do book. I never spent over one hour on such type of book. For a similar reason, I never have a recipe book in my kitchen.These are some points that I still remember after less an hour’s reading.1)Television has changed all the rules of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111455942757244928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111455942757244928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111455942757244928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111455942757244928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/04/you-are-message.html' title='You Are The Message'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111448508055029355</id><published>2005-04-25T23:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T23:14:19.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>今天过得还不错</title><summary type='text'>清早起来打开电脑，就收到朋友通过messenger发来的问候，心里暖暖的。上午上JJ办公室帮她做了点文件，做完的东西传过去给她老板看，评价是，比他以前雇得小律师做的还好点，呵呵晚上上PS的课， 今天大部分时间讲GAMES， 不得不说，这个老师讲得就是好，隐隐约约让我产生某种幻想-- 我的GAMES大大提高指日可待。回家吃JJ给我带回来的Sushi，uhm...好好吃啊爽，一扫昨天的郁闷</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111448508055029355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111448508055029355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111448508055029355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111448508055029355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post_25.html' title='今天过得还不错'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111437933990457822</id><published>2005-04-24T17:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T17:51:37.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>关于郁闷</title><summary type='text'>寄住在亲戚家总的来说比较郁闷，今天郁闷了一天，不知道写些什么。 而且郁闷的人不是唯独我一个，友情链接的littlenorth也是在写关于郁闷。The most depressing thing I heard today was，“You simply know nothing.”And what is even more depressing is that after I heard that, I had to swallow it.不写吧，郁闷，写了也还是郁闷，今天就这样吧。</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111437933990457822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111437933990457822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111437933990457822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111437933990457822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post_24.html' title='关于郁闷'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111435456064403975</id><published>2005-04-23T22:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T11:01:59.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beggar vs Fool</title><summary type='text'>I was playing with my cell phone while waiting for my train. A black guy came up, sitting down before me. With a sincere expression and in a polite voice, he asked, “Can you do me a favor?”“Yes?”“I am going to take the R3 at 9 to Trenton, then I am going to New York. But I fall short of 2 dollars”.My gut feeling told me that this guy was a professional beggar, since I came across a whole bunch of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111435456064403975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111435456064403975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111435456064403975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111435456064403975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/04/beggar-vs-fool.html' title='Beggar vs Fool'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111422786540572263</id><published>2005-04-22T22:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T23:44:25.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Th---an---k</title><summary type='text'>I got the cell phone IceCube ordered for me. I was disappointed after I opened the box. The phone is huge. IceCube ordered this one because it has a built-in video camera. I think it is just too big for me. Then I called him. He was not home, so I left him a message telling him I don’t like the phone.Later in the evening I called him again. A few words later, he sounded very unhappy. I said I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111422786540572263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111422786540572263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111422786540572263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111422786540572263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/04/th-k.html' title='Th---an---k'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111413460849234699</id><published>2005-04-21T21:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T21:50:08.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Letter from Cousin</title><summary type='text'>I received the reply letter from my cousin today. I am so excited to read her letter. This cousin is my mother’s sister’s daughter, and is studying in the high school which I attended. Last time when I saw her, she was still a little girl. Last month, I decided to write to her and see if I can do something for her. I know how hard her life is.The mail came along with her picture. She has grown up</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111413460849234699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111413460849234699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111413460849234699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111413460849234699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/04/letter-from-cousin.html' title='The Letter from Cousin'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111413452886015441</id><published>2005-04-21T21:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T22:27:53.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Run</title><summary type='text'>I was woken up at 6 when uncle and auntie hurried up and down stairs getting ready for work. I stayed in bed, eyes closed, thinking what a wonderful day I had yesterday, and planning things to do today.When I finally opened my eyes, it was already 7. Yesterday I made a weekly schedule, deciding to run in the morning instead of afternoon to avoid some ultraviolet—last summer JJ refused to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111413452886015441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111413452886015441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111413452886015441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111413452886015441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/04/morning-run.html' title='Morning Run'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111402439688429646</id><published>2005-04-20T15:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T16:07:57.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Why I Am Slim</title><summary type='text'>This is how I keep slim: I have inherited a gene from my parents that keeps a very close eye on my diet, and it takes action whenever I step out of the line. This is how it works: whenever I have a super-/medium-big dinner, I get diarrhea the day followed.For this, I am so grateful to my parents. But I also feel like having wasted tons of emotions. Last evening in order to enjoy a big dinner, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111402439688429646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111402439688429646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111402439688429646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111402439688429646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-is-why-i-am-slim.html' title='This Is Why I Am Slim'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111396553465442982</id><published>2005-04-19T22:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T08:38:08.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went to town with JJ and stayed in her office helping her around. At lunch time, I went to the small restaurant which makes very good hand-stretched noodle. They remember me because last year when I was in Philly, I had lunch there very often. People go there for their hand-made noodle, while I always ordered ready-to-cook rice noodle—the rice noodle they make tastes just like what I used to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111396553465442982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111396553465442982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111396553465442982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111396553465442982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-went-to-town-with-jj-and-stayed-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111385155414463483</id><published>2005-04-18T15:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T15:13:40.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I spent two and half hour on translating a three-page contract for a high school friend. He is now working for a private company in Guangdong. In return, he agreed to send me pictures of him with his wife.I asked for their picture long ago, but he always sent me his own only. The reason is kind of subtle. He once told me that he was not sure if he was going to marry this girl because he was 180cm</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111385155414463483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111385155414463483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111385155414463483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111385155414463483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-spent-two-and-half-hour-on_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111378490412204748</id><published>2005-04-17T20:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T20:41:44.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew..I laugh a lot</title><summary type='text'>http://cms.psychologytoday.com/articles/pto-20030306-000002.htmlI never realize that I have been "attempting to shape others' response."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111378490412204748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111378490412204748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111378490412204748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111378490412204748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/04/phewi-laugh-lot.html' title='Phew..I laugh a lot'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111375078883047160</id><published>2005-04-17T11:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T11:17:57.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Concert</title><summary type='text'>A friend’s friend’s brother gave a concert last night. This friend’s friend was from Shanghai, studied music in China and found he was not talented enough to be a good musician, so turned to do something he can do better—making violins in the United States.His brother is now an achieved violinist in a sense. As a first-generation immigrant, he is obviously successful. (For me, an immigrant </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111375078883047160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111375078883047160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111375078883047160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111375078883047160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/04/concert.html' title='The Concert'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111367734318397734</id><published>2005-04-16T14:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T14:49:03.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A follow-up to the Time 100</title><summary type='text'>I left out a big Chinese name among the Time 100, who is"Dalai Lama---- he belongs to the world. ...The Dalai Lama, 69, does not belong solely to the Tibetans anymore—he belongs to us all. With a vast and profound knowledge of Buddhism, an open heart and the exceedingly rare ability to touch deeply people of all religions, races and backgrounds, he has emerged over the past half-century as one of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111367734318397734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111367734318397734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111367734318397734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111367734318397734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/04/follow-up-to-time-100.html' title='A follow-up to the Time 100'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111367406615248074</id><published>2005-04-16T13:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T13:54:26.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Common Sense</title><summary type='text'>This morning auntie and I moved some flowers from the backyard to the front yard because auntie wanted them to have some sunlight. One hour later, when auntie went back to them, none of them were still standing-- all wilted. Auntie then called her friend for help and she was told that you should move plant only in the early morning or in the evening, definitely not in the late morning.Our lack of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111367406615248074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111367406615248074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111367406615248074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111367406615248074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/04/common-sense.html' title='Common Sense'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111358847304678126</id><published>2005-04-15T13:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T14:17:07.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the Time 100</title><summary type='text'>This week's Time magazine is a special issue-- the lives and ideas of the world's 100 most influential people. I am not surprised to find there Condoleezza Rice, who is probably the most powerful black female in the world, Jon Stewart, the naughty Jewish (fake-)newsman and Oprah Winfrey, probably the most popular black female talk show host in the country. And of course, G.W. Bush, Abu Mousab </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111358847304678126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111358847304678126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111358847304678126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111358847304678126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/04/time-100.html' title='the Time 100'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111353454375686948</id><published>2005-04-14T23:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T23:09:03.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A blog reader sent me a message saying that "you are so girlie in your blog" and asked me if i was in college. then he corrected that he was saying that I was "girly".I was pissed off. I am years older than him, after all.Do I sound naive? Well, i'd rather believe that he is simply too boyish.I am not blaming him. I can tell he is a nice person. I hope he will not get mad with my accusing him of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111353454375686948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111353454375686948' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111353454375686948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111353454375686948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-reader-sent-me-message-saying.html' title=''/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111352902960088555</id><published>2005-04-14T21:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T12:31:18.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>乐滋滋地倒霉</title><summary type='text'>IceCube 在电话那头乐滋滋地告诉我他倒了霉了。周六一大清早起床，呼拉了几个中国学生一起去30麦以外的河边去钓鱼。IceCube吭哧吭哧地以50麦的速度朝鱼坑驶去，突然，汽车马达发出巨大的奇怪的绝望的声音，IceCube惊慌失措，一看，路右边就一个出口，急忙一个右转，出了主路，停了火，再打，马达咯吱一下就再没有任何反应了。 几个人正急得像热锅上的蚂蚁，左右张望. 哎呀，眼前不就是个修车铺吗？车就坏在修车铺背后了！花了250美刀修完车，IceCube乐滋滋的，这要是坏在钓鱼的山沟里了，这拖车费都不知道多少呢。修完车，钓鱼活动照常进行。这帮人渔技平平，但精神可嘉，一直是风雨无阻的。来到河边开钓，两个钟头之后大家都仍旧不见鱼影。IceCube失去了耐心，收竿在一旁观望，只见Fisherman二号一个优美有力的cast，鱼线从IceCube头顶飞过，IceCube一回头，</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111352902960088555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111352902960088555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111352902960088555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111352902960088555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post.html' title='乐滋滋地倒霉'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111352733089300624</id><published>2005-04-14T21:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T21:08:50.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My PS Prep Class Composition</title><summary type='text'>Total: 16Asian: 4 (Me included. All the other three sound like ABCs.)Black: 1Caucasian: 10Indian: 1  Male: 6Female: 10</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111352733089300624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111352733089300624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111352733089300624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111352733089300624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-ps-prep-class-composition.html' title='My PS Prep Class Composition'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111341316394178480</id><published>2005-04-13T13:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T13:26:03.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is a Goodwill store nearby. I took a look at it at lunch time. The poster by the store door says “The bargain hunter’s paradise”. I have been curious at this Goodwill because last year when I was cleaning up my closet, auntie took all the clothes I didn’t want to the store.This is Wednesday noon, and there are two or three shoppers, all white, and two or three salespersons, all black. 90% </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111341316394178480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111341316394178480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111341316394178480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111341316394178480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/04/there-is-goodwill-store-nearby.html' title=''/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111331074750300170</id><published>2005-04-12T08:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T11:20:57.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is a milk-chocolate rabbit professor, a fun gift from uncle and auntie. I feel terrible that i'll start eating it this morning. It is bitterly sweet, you know.Well, I know there is some kind of flying insect that eats her husband right after their first night. Please don't make the connection by all means. I am a nice and sweet girl.A chocolate rabbi(t) professor </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111331074750300170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111331074750300170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111331074750300170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111331074750300170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/04/it-is-milk-chocolate-rabbit-professor.html' title=''/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111331077212978798</id><published>2005-04-12T08:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T09:05:49.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night when I went upstairs, I found someone was already waiting for me in the bed. ..My "one-night stand partner" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111331077212978798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111331077212978798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111331077212978798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111331077212978798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/04/last-night-when-i-went-upstairs-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111327411622421477</id><published>2005-04-11T22:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T22:48:36.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Prep Class</title><summary type='text'>今天上了Powerscore的第一节课。我提前一个小时到了上课地点，在Upenn一个叫做International House的楼里。果然是国际之家，出出进进的人都是国际皮肤和形象。楼门口是一个海报栏，有关于中国电影的活动即将在这里举行，看起来不错，说不定没事，我就晃荡过来了。找到上课地点之后我又在学校晃荡了一圈，找了家比萨店解决掉了晚餐。回到国际的家的时候课程刚刚开始，老师是一个心宽体胖乐呵呵的家伙，正在给大家解释为什么第一次上课要用考试难为大家。 8点多就考试完毕了，题目有一部分是我以前做过的，所以考试的时候比较郁闷，因为不知道自己这么久没有看LSAT，现在是几斤几两。也不知道做题是不是像开车一样，学会了的不会忘。等姐姐来接我，所以就又晃荡到了书店，直奔二楼，到心理学部分，抄起Blink, 找了一个舒服的椅子坐下来读，书的确不错，至少读过的几十页让我决定下次来读免费的新书时，</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111327411622421477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111327411622421477' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111327411622421477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111327411622421477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-first-prep-class.html' title='My First Prep Class'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111315862303832866</id><published>2005-04-10T14:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T11:22:43.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ultimate...</title><summary type='text'>This morning as I worked out, I passed by the community library. So I ran in there and quickly went through some magazines. The first I picked up was always Vogue, which I defined as the very book that put me in touch with my desire that I don’t have the luxury to think out.Then I noticed there was the Martha Stewart Living magazine. This woman millionaire, who is said to have revolutionized </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111315862303832866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111315862303832866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111315862303832866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111315862303832866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/04/ultimate.html' title='The Ultimate...'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111306285931510674</id><published>2005-04-09T11:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T12:17:03.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><summary type='text'>Last night JJ brought me to her friend's birthday party. A few friends I got to know last time when I was in Philly were also there. I havn't seen them for almost 10 months, and everyone looked unchanged. People can remain unchanged for years in America. I know it is definitely not like this in China.The girl was very happy and said that she hoped she could have two birthdays in one year. Then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111306285931510674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111306285931510674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111306285931510674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111306285931510674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/04/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111305060556951418</id><published>2005-04-07T08:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T11:23:13.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Penn Law Class Visit-- Day 4</title><summary type='text'>So this was my final day visiting Penn.The previously scheduled Intellectual Property class was cancelled. A lady from the admission office then took me to the Privacy class. It was a 1L selective, so with fewer students and smaller classroom.The class was about DA investigation techniques in a particular case vs. privacy and FOIA vs. privacy. It was confusing, but sounded interesting. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111305060556951418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111305060556951418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111305060556951418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111305060556951418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/04/penn-law-class-visit-day-4.html' title='Penn Law Class Visit-- Day 4'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062152.post-111284403978410830</id><published>2005-04-06T23:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T14:44:51.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Penn Law Class Visit-- Day 3</title><summary type='text'>Today was like a nice early summer day. After I ran to train station and got on the train, I was already like just getting out of the gym.When I checked in with the lady at the law school entrance, she was on the phone. After I filled out the guest registration book and was prepared to move on, she turned away from the phone and said, “Miss, Even if I remember you, you still need to show me a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/feeds/111284403978410830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11062152&amp;postID=111284403978410830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111284403978410830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11062152/posts/default/111284403978410830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://silent-singer.blogspot.com/2005/04/penn-law-class-visit-day-3.html' title='Penn Law Class Visit-- Day 3'/><author><name>Silent Singer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04317604709595708228</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
