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It was a wonderful discovery that made my day. To come across these fridge magnets that encapsulate our unique local flavours.Hokkien Mee, laksa, juey gueh and nonya cakes......The meticulous details on the spring onions, sambal chilli, hard boiled egg etc. created such tantalizing appeal and they look no less real than the real food itself.It was even more gratifying to learn that the artist who

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太任性了。陶醉于送礼的快乐。 兴高采烈地买下物件、兴致勃勃地送礼，原来是把快乐转送给自己。因为总是很自我。 买礼物，只顾着自己高兴，一味地凭着自己的意念选礼。那件东西让我想起那个朋友，就能达标。哈哈哈，那是灵犀的表现吗？说穿了，由物件带动了自己的感觉，也不过是自己的感觉的一种折射而已。不代表那位朋友的喜好。 最后，礼物变成了一种负担。一种垃圾。自己的一厢情愿。 完全没有考虑到收礼的人。太不尊重人了。才惊觉自己被朋友包容、包含了那么久。 **** 出门时，小王子的钥匙扣会跟着出门；打开电脑时，会瞥见桌上的那尊忧郁地低着头思索的小王子塑料像；偶尔想记录心情时，便打开小王子的记事本；几年前，还有一支小王子的钢笔，直到钢笔的笔心坏了，才弃置不用。 是喜欢小王子的。却从来没有自掏腰包买过它的产品。 一系列小王子的物品，

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路上的交通突然停顿下来。不见交通事故，却是一个能让当场所有司机都接受的状况。没有汽笛响彻云霄。一切都异常平和。所以让人觉得诡异。 后来发现，众人停车等候是为了让一群鸭子安全过马路。 鸭妈妈领着一队小鸭子安然无恙地走到马路的另一端。获得了人性的对待，鸭子免遭被碾成鸭肉馅饼的厄运。 那是在英国公路上遇到的奇观。动物获得如此平等的对待。 狮城某个周末午后，外出时光，所以地铁爆满。属意料中之事。列车到站，车门一开，车厢内的搭客在拥挤中小心翼翼地移向车门；车厢外的搭客井然有序地两队排开等候下车的乘客。五秒钟后，催促铃声便迫不及待地响起。稍后，列车司机便亲自上阵，通过扬声器催促：“车门即将关闭！车门即将关闭！”说毕，车门关上。毫无商榷的余地。 随后，不管人流的高低，司机的耐性只限十秒钟。碰到高流量的地铁站，司机便大声呼叫。十秒钟的耐性，不容侵犯。 然而，

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我深信，天底下没有免费的午餐。 感谢资讯自由，英国媒体让我们看到了福利制度下存在的寄生虫。有一家九口，领取四万英镑的常年津贴。救济金数额丰厚，丈夫便辞去工作。另一家，三代人，没有一个人全职工作过。有十户人家的津贴总数高达一百万英镑。而那年，英国人的平均年薪才两万英镑。 事实令英国人发指。有什么理由，一般工作人士的生活比领救济金的人还要困顿？ 这边厢，英国福利制度变相地惩罚自食其力的人；那边厢，狮城岛国的“自顾”（自己照顾自己）制度对无助者却是变相的冷酷。都同样令人发指。每月新币三十元的低收入家庭救济金，不但要斤斤计较，还蓄意侮辱。 无助的一群和寄生虫是不同的群体。 天生/后天残疾和顽疾、老去都不是个人的选择，想自食其力，却力不从心；有些疾病跟健康生活无关；还有我们的建国功臣--那些无法在学历上、认知上、能力上跟上国家经济快速转型的本土蓝领公民，奠定了国家的繁荣基础，

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我也想。 可以安安逸逸地过生活，不理人间烟火。只要守着自己的一亩天地，不管世间如何，只要自己的范围里的一切都过得去，就行了。 然而，纵使不理会人间烟火，远处的烟火升起时，还是会吹过我的藩篱越入我的天地。不管我愿意与否。即使是过着自供自足、就算过着低碳的生活，其他人肆无忌惮地射放二氧化碳，加速全球温度上升时，地球上的所有生物，包括我自己，也同样会遭殃。 特别是现今的国界变得越来越模糊。国与国之间、人与人之间的关系越来越紧密，虽然不见得愈来愈平和，却让人之间的影响力扩大；别人无心的一个喷嚏，都有可能会影响到我。也不管我愿意与否。 现实如此。真的，我是真的希望能不理世事，过着自己的生活就好。 我家外面有人遇劫，那是他人的事。恕不受理。可惜的事，人的一举一动，不再限于自己，而是会波及他人，或是更多的其他人，甚至是整个地球。我不想理会窃贼，可是窃贼不一定就会不理会我。

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A visit to Spain for an event and a witness to protests, high unemployment rate, inefficiency and even fluctuating weather gave rise to her pride of being a Singaporean.{Here} Because of the inconveniences that she encountered over the few days of weeks, Jeanette Tan decided that she could barter her education debt, our issues on housing, foreign influx and inflation in exchange for the

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拥挤的地铁列车上，一名老妇上了车。一位女搭客偶然抬头，发现了不远处的老妇站着，便立即让座。站在这名女搭客前的一名阿姨见状，便以迅雷不及掩耳的速度，一屁股坐到位子上，并沾沾自喜一番。那名女搭客发现，没说什么，就一直站到下车为止。原本的一番好意，变成了让自己和老妇站到下车。女搭客由始至终都选择了缄默以对，不为自己或老妇把位子争取回来。 搭客中有人看懂了这一幕，窃窃私语。可是我们也一样，最终都选择了置身事外。是的，不过是一个座位而已。死不了人的。反正也不关我们的事。 某日，听到身后有人清喉咙的声音。转头一看，那人理所当然地把口中的痰吐到地上。让我看傻了眼。这个年代里，吐痰的竟是一名年轻小伙子。优雅社会还未达成，那一口痰就让社会倒退了三十年。也不过是一口痰，死不了人的。更不关我的事。 是吗？ 纳粹份子来抓共产份子时，我不是共产份子，不关我的事，所以我选择缄默；

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我最近常有这样的感觉，有你们真好。 是你们牵动了我这一辈子里，第一次的悸动；让我有所感悟。在遭遇挫折之际、遇到不公、不讲理的际遇时，就会猛地想起你们的坚毅不屈的付出。去建设公正、平等的民主社会。以微薄的力量去实践自己所坚信的信念。 即使常常事与愿违、即使不断地失败。即使人心仍是那么的脆弱和自私。 所以，就在国家生日的这一天里，即便是漆黑的隧道中，我仍感欣慰，我能够享有你们无私的祝福和坚毅的力量。 单薄却坚定的力量。让人振奋。毕竟，我们是新加坡公民。 我们的幸福、繁荣与进步，唯有靠自己，责无旁贷。 8月9日的这一天里，仅以包含了大家无尽心血与不平的增长花红(Growth Dividend)献之。 这一天以后，让我们为我们自己的未来继续共同努力。誓愿不分种族、语言和宗教，团结一致。 The

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有蒙面侠坐上了我们的地铁。戴上眼罩，就大辣辣地坐在爱心座位上。有了眼罩，对老、弱、残、孕者视若无睹的举止便能合理化。另一批蒙面侠见状而义愤填膺，拍下此蒙面侠画面的举止后上载到网上。然后，隔着键盘的安全距离，戴上面具，在虚拟空间里正义凛然地责备霸占爱心座位的蒙面侠。莫名地想起那名法国老奶奶。一名中年男子在火车上使用电脑。电脑发出启动声。只见一名身材瘦小的白发老妇，步履蹒跚地走过去要求男子消音。男子也欣然照办，没有滋事。任何社会必然拥有一套众人所认同的对错行为规范。法国老妇人从容与自信地要求男子尊重她在公共场所里宁静的权利，而男子也能够接受并尊重这权利，老妇人信赖社会的力量。那是一种在行为规范遇袭时能集体同时现身捍卫规范的社会力量。这种隐形的力量让男子不敢妄为、让老妇人毫无惧怕地坚持自己的公共空间权益。老妇人拥有社会的后盾，并非孤军作战；她独自捍卫的也非个人权利，

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http://www.facebook.com/notes.php?id=150220718376530Thoughtful perceptions and observations. Taken from the notes of his facebook, below are some of the accounts of his thoughts:<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 7.8 pt 0 2 false false false MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> <![endif]--><!--[

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This is Potong Pasir, one of the many constituents in this island, notoriously or famously known depending on which perspective, the longest-standing constituent that stubbornly voted to remain under the alternative party helmed by Mr. Chiam See Tong.It used to be labelled by many ministers and people as "slum", likewise for the other constituent that is not under the current political party. And

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No doubt, Mr. Chiam See Tong is the star. As in the logo of a shooting star for the political party that he stands for. He stood, but his body wouldn't allow him to stand upright anymore. He spoke, but his voice couldn't let him speak as clearly as he would have wanted to. His words are simple and his voice soft. But the crowd simply roars whenever he comes on stage or whenever he speaks. A

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Pragmatic as we are, or aka kiasu, the time/occasions that catches our attention, worthwhile to consume our time and effort are therefore closely associated with monetary returns or tangible things. So we see huge queues or crowds at private property sales, we see a frantic push at great sales or freebies give out, we see crowds mobbing internationally-famed celebrities.....We are bilingual but

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For the first time, the feeling is akin to chasing celebrities. My heart is palpitating wildly at the thought of the possibility of getting close up with the candidates for the coming election. And the event itself was comparable to a concert or a soccer match. Audience was equipped with cameras and flags; audience gave lots of cheers and applause throughout. But it was only a rally, an

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For many, many years, felt like a fish out of water in this place. Whether socially, culturally or politically. Our arrogance, narrow-mindedness and spinelessness are some of the traits that are suffocating too. For a long time, felt ashamed of my nationality. Not until my years of "evasion" in a foreign land that helped to intensify the boundary of the sense of my nationality. Not saying that I

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It was for a dental appointment that I earned an a nice morning out at KTP hospital.(Waterfall at the basement) (Main building)The dental clinic which I was referred to is part of the KTP hospital.I like the environment of the hospital, probably the last place on earth anyone would dream of enjoying at. For as advertised on the website, KTP hospital aspires to be green, not only in colours but

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什么施比受更幸福、付出就是获得等等充满智慧的话语，让人信奉的真理，我总是只能旁观。在认知上明白，却无法从心里去体会。施比受更幸福，即施会给施者带来幸福？我从来就不能肯定，帮助别人就能让人快乐。而且，通过这样的方式来给自己快乐，或许已经不是施，而是获得了？追根究底，即使是付出，可能也是为了要获得？我们都有很多的不快乐。想获得爱情，所以害怕寂寞，所以不快乐；想得到荣誉，而患得患失，所以无法快乐；想占有物质，一旦无法满足便会不快乐；想掌控权力，无法得逞时便会失望、嫉妒……各式各样的不快乐，根源于想得到的心理。因为欲望无法获得满足，所以才会派生出各种各样的烦恼。皆因想要得到。如果能接受一切，就不会有任何想得到什么的心理。一个人，就拥抱寂寞吧。把寂寞合理化后，就不会奢望寻求别人的关爱来填满空虚，所以也不会因为得不到而伤心。即使落泪，也是自然而然的，不是不快乐。就算是残缺，也是理所当然的。

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2010年末的雨季，这一回，异常清晰。虽然雨季每年都有。以前却没什么感觉。可能是告别了秋冬的季节，重返夏日炎炎的氛围，三百多个烈日，热浪着实难受。一时间，小雨天天洒下。即使没有小雨，日间温度也可以降到26度，对我而言，已经是凉快非常了。这个雨季，让人感恩。

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以为2010年的最后一天又要独自度过。孤独是理所当然的。想找人分享时间或分享想法或其他绝对是一种奢望。必须时时提醒自己这一个事实。并接受它。还是赶上了。无论是在什么情况下，可能是有人特别拨出来的时间、可能是有人恰巧或突然空出来的空挡、可能是有人找不到更好的选择、可能是有人的顺便，所以在这一年的最后一段，把各自的时间凑在一起了。感恩。非常。小小的房间里，忘了没有跨年烟火，哦，为什么一定需要烟火，稍纵即逝就必须是快乐的吗？反正，如果需要快乐，那笑声比烟火更恰当吧。没有烟火，只有爽朗的笑声。够的了。没有派对主题。只调入了一些酒精和清醒。就非常非常的精彩了。自己的酒精敏感也没发作。或许也像某些心态，到了某个阶段，就自然顺应了局势。也或许，身体开始对其他的事物产生新的敏感度。绕了一圈，心态上，又像回到了最初。却又完全不一样了。真的，没有白走的路。Y的话悄悄地让我想起了，一些朋友教会了我这一辈子的事

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很多次，我那个年代的歌手上《百万大歌星》时，才发现那个时候真的出了很多很多歌手，不是明星的歌手，更不是只是明星的明星。再看她/他们随意地唱着其他歌手的歌时，就听出耳油，不禁然对她/他们肃然起敬，即使年轻的时候不觉得她/他们怎样。又由她/他们带出了那个时代的歌曲。两个十年，就出了这么多好曲好词。才惊觉自己当时走了那么多宝。好几回，《百》勾起了某些歌手、某些歌曲的回忆。节目过后就上网搜索，从某些歌又联系到另一些歌、从某位歌手又联系到另一些歌手。两个十年的歌、的人，怎么听得完？这样的再发现是因为自己的年龄/心境么？无论如何，虽然当年错过了，现在能再度拥有，也是幸福的。

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One pleasing scenery travelling long distance across Anhui province is the presence of green. Whether in the form of natural foliage or human agriculture.Where villages are, usually a concentration of simple white cement houses, whether tucked away at a valley or spreaded out on a plain, are usually surrounded by neat plots of vegetables or crops. Every inch of land around a house is definitely

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A long-awaited sighting of the beauty of the sea of clouds at Yellow Mountain. In a matter of minutes, the mountains are completed wrapped in the folds of the clouds, leaving no trails of existence of the mountains.

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It was with immense relief to find out that residents are still living in Hong Village (Hongcun), a village dating from the Ming and Qing dynasties, after it has been named UNESCO World Heritage Site. Especially since it has been branded by UNESCO, the relevant authorities would, as usual, take special care to ensure this golden egg laying "goose" will generate more monetary returns. Their usual

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Thanks to the fog, it's a blessing in disguise, I think, that the beauty of Yellow Mountain is thus brought to sight. And the results are exactly the way the Chinese landscape paintings should look. In fact, it should be the other way round, which Chinese landscape paintings found inspirations from.Without the fog, the mountains would be fully in sight, and that would be relatively boring to

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While most mountains in China are highly modernised in terms of infrastructure, with a large presence of cable cars spanning across the mountains at different altitudes, neat cement pavements, dustbins and pavillions painstakingly installed along all routes in the mountain range, there is one thing of the Chinese mountains that remains disturbingly backward (not taking account into the level

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梦境里，我身边相识的人都撒手人间了。令人惶恐。这不是梦，而是每个活着的人都会面对的一个局面：自己是被留下来的人。我一直都很害怕这样的一个情景。害怕的是眼泪会出卖自己。因为生离死别的眼泪最现实。因为舍不得，曾经的快乐、曾经的一切。会哭，是因为害怕。害怕的是接下来的自己要怎么走下去。会哭，原来不单纯是因你的离去而起，而是因为我更爱我自己。会哭，是因为懦弱。会不会穷我这一生，都无法学会，微笑着送你离去？会微笑，是因为爱你更甚于我自己。这样的人生，才算幸福。

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Had to meet B for breakfast one particular Sunday in our neighbourhood--3km away from my flat. Decided that walking would be faster than taking the bus, which involves changing from one feeder bus to another.I plastered myself with sunscreen before I embarked on the walk under the morning sun. The walk, intially meant to be a mode of transport from Point A to Point B, turned out to be a

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回来一年了。多亏还有庆生这回事，大家还能聚一聚。年龄的增长，要忙的事越来越多，相对的，时间过得越来越快，也相对的，时间越来越珍贵。所以，想见的人也越来越少。还有，谁能赏脸出现聚会，也必须感激涕零了。是谁说过的，年纪越大，越理智，因为已经害怕受害了。也已经不能受伤了。才发现，过了一半的人生，才终于学会了掌控距离这回事。远距离地靠近。

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又是那蠢蠢欲动的感觉。不知不觉，回来已经一年多了。时间过得很快，可是感觉自己原封不动很久很久。又开始觉得不安了。安定可能让我觉得有一点不安。

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从一堆旧信件中无意间发现了负笈英国那一年的时空。短短的一年，却是漫长的365个日子，8千7百60个小时。这一年的时空里，有YR从法国隔岸投递过来的信、明信片、有GQ从亚热带发过来的贺年片和LL的信，还有PX时不时寄来的包裹，连隔了24个小时时差的A也没有把我给忘记。每回收到信件，总会羡煞隔壁房的室友H。她人缘极佳，交友满天下，却从未试过在那一年里有朋友邮寄任何信件给她。经她这么一说，我一时无言以对。朋友一直都不多。不管是当时还是现在，望着那些远渡重洋的信件、文字，我自然知道自己是幸福的。隔着地域上的距离，彼此居然可以如此靠近。如今重返狮城的阳光，地域上的靠近反而无形地扩大了。更觉得这是生命里最美好不过的礼物了。所以那个时候，自己竟也寄了一张卡给 隔壁房的H，让她也同样能感受到友情和时间的这份幸福。

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River Snow, a classical Chinese poem, is a 4x5, ie. 4 lines of 5 Chinese characters each. Written by Liu Zong Yuan （773-819）of Tang dynasty. Classical poems, relative to ancient poems, are a modern form of poems. Characterized by their specific "templates" ( 4x5, 8x5; 4x8, 8x8 ) and the specific rhyme requirements，whereby poets had to create a new world within the restrictions. "River Snow" is

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My first proper movie for 2010-2008, watched in a cinema.Protagonists mentioned in the movie that it would be extremely difficult to alter one's mindset or to inject a new thought/idea into one's mind. This had to be done in the realm of dream. That was what the title of the movie "Inception" comes about.Not sure about that. Seems pretty easy in reality though. Through media's selective/

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Found her tomb next to the West Lake in Hangzhou. Couldn't help but to question why this woman, (479-502), a famous courtesan of her time and a poet too (though I wouldn't say that her poetry would be in the same calibre of those masters in Chinese poetry), could leave her name behind for more than a millenium years and to have her tomb rebuilt in the 21st century after it was destroyed during

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These recycling bins have been following me around from Shanghai into Hangzhou and Shaoxing everywhere I go. The infrastructure for eco-friendly gestures is apparent in cities and the intentions are good. But a look into the contents of the recycling and non-recycling bins will tell you more about the actual effectiveness of its recycling intention. At least, it's a start.Eco-friendly wayof

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Bought a packet of Japanese green tea biscuits--bamboo shoots-like biscuits coated with a layer of green tea cream. Something that I was addicted to while in the UK.Glad to find it in stock over here. But little did I know that I would open to a paper box full of horror.Inside the box, there are no more than 10 pieces of biscuits. But EACH biscuit was further packed painstakingly in little

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When was the last time, I asked myself, as a city dweller, bought a product that is produced at its source? I realize I have never done so. Everything that I have bought has been imported into urban centres where a high proportion of the price that I paid for those goods went into the pockets of businessmen whilst peanuts were passed onto the hands of those who actually produced them.Businessmen,

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Poem By Lu You Poem By Tang Wan Visited the scene of my Chinese literature again. Amazed. While stones are worn out by the hands of Time, words, as fluid as they are, withstood the testament, to be remembered many centuries after. Such as the works of the ancient philosophers, the lines of literati....... Emotions are universal and timeless. Chanced upon Shen's Garden

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First, it's a forest of bamboos.Then it is translated into fences......And then hand railings.......A pavillion grew out of bamboos and wood. Look at how the ceiling is intricately woven with whole bamboo stems and bamboo parts.Then a toilet built entirely from bamboos.....And finally, a viewing platform where the flooring and railings were constructed out of bamboo. That is carbon free!

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Never have I felt this strong until I met Shanghai. That the same second in one place can actually tick faster than any other second in anywhere else of the world. That one second holds a different value in Shanghai. I wonder if this is a solely Chinese phrase: Time is money. And Shanghai epitomizes that. Take a look at its subway. In the year of 2007: In the year of 2008: <!--[if

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Ups and downs is part and parcel of the Himalayas, and literally. And my frame of mind fluctuated along with its ups and downs too.At the beginning, my mood moved proportionately to the heights. Though challenging, every step taken meant a step closer to the top. But when the weight of my backpack and the altitude pressed on my body minutes after minutes, hours after hours, I was more than happy

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才发现30岁过后不再留恋过去。生活开始变得只会启动(play)和快速向前(fast forward)，无法倒带。不停地向前跑，追看下一个阶段的画面。不再回忆过去。后来一些事，又看到小虎队20年后的春节聚首的表演让生活突然停顿(pause)下来，回忆如泉涌般回荡眼前。然后，那天在康熙来了的节目里看到两个分手20年后的人碰在一起。两个人，隔着20年的岁月和她16岁大的女儿。她两次婚姻失败；他仍在情场上游荡。再见，恍若隔世。他说时间定格在她走后的画面里。她说她当时不知道他对她有这么深。不管发生什么事，身体和理智终究会跟着时间过日子，因为死不了，就必须得继续生活着。有时候，感觉却只能原地踏步。事过境迁，想不到日后，在已变得更繁杂的心里，还是有一个留给当时的感觉的一隅，一个超时空的地带。当下的感觉在那里继续保鲜，甚至是随着日后龌龊的人事的洗礼后，变得更美丽。于是，20岁之前的记忆反而比20

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詞/曲：陳綺貞雨天的手 牽著你的衣袖 雨天的溫柔 總是選錯擁擠時候 雨天的小指頭 騷動我虛有的鄉愁 雨天的尾巴 讓夕陽牽著走 春天的手 拍一拍曬乾的枕頭 夏天的溫柔 躲在你畫框不走 秋天的小指頭 點亮了小鎮的燈火 冬天的尾巴 摩擦愛人的雙手 雨天的手啊 牽著你的衣袖 雨天的溫柔 總是選錯擁擠街頭 雨天的小指頭 騷動我虛有的鄉愁 雨天的尾巴 拍打浪花一朵朵 雨天的尾巴 讓夕陽牽著走我的青春是否 你也牽著走The hands of rainy days are tucking at your sleevesThe tenderness of rainy days is picking on the wrong crowded moments alwaysThe tiny fingers of rainy

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在狮城这个多元语言的国度里，甚少听到中文问候语 “你好”。我们不习惯打招呼；就算使用中文与人打招呼，也不会选择用“你好”这样的问候语；更多的时候，我们其实是用英文来“嗨”大家的。到购物商场时，就更别奢望服务员会自动以华语跟你打招呼。反讽的是，到了英国那边，在一个理所当然地以英语为单语的社会里，我的耳朵却几乎天天让“你好”重塞着。这当然跟我个人的际遇有关。英国人有问候人的习惯。不管是跟相识的人，还是招待客户，交谈之前，一定要有最基本的问候。最寻常的问候语便是“hello”。中文里能与此对应的就是“你好”。因为教的是中文，在上课之余碰到学生，有的会自动跟我打招呼。两百多名当地学生，一天下来，总会在走廊上碰到几个学生亲切地问候我。回到狮城后，有两回走入商店，迎面而来的店员劈头就是一句“你好”。我当场瞠目结舌，几乎要感激涕零。由此联想到这几年来回国时，

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Painted by Wu Guanzhong.The space of emptiness is always purposeful. As in Chinese paintings. And other realms.

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那天看到小虎队在一个新年庆祝活动中聚首，站在同一个舞台上表演。才发现原来自己的青春已走远了。看他们载歌载舞，试图复制20年前的景象，尝试把当年的清纯再还原……有一点激动。这三个人的路，突然在那一刹那，在舞台上再次交叉，稍后又要分道扬镳。这样会不会更令人惆怅？小虎队一出场，欢呼声四起。大家怀念的应该不是小虎队，而是各自心里那段清纯时光的再现；让人惆怅的不是那段时光的不复在，而是那些曾经难以割舍的人和事，……哦，原来都在岁月的洗礼下轻易地变成了过去式。是啊，再怎么让自己绞痛的人、再怎么信誓旦旦、怎么无法割舍，唉，不管你愿不愿意，都会过去的。成长当然是痛苦的。所以对曾经拥有过那样纯真、无知、无邪的岁月，我还是心存感激的。

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While we use adjectives to refer to things or customs that are special to that particular nationality or ethnic group, we usually don't use phrases like "a British pear" in reference to fruit. Especially when fruit are determined by the climate rather than political or cultural boundaries. Unless it is a speciality where you can find no equality elsewhere. Like the Japanese melons or Japanese (

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It's the same idea with Christmas. Somehow, I am always enticed by the anticipation of the festival than celebrating the festival itself on the actual day. In fact, I am bored on the day of the festival. By that time, the excitement of the festival for me has simply worn out.Decoration is the fun part, in my opinion, for a festival and this applies to both Christmas and CNY. Although I would say

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An interesting view, in my opinion, of Chinatown against the backdrop of the CBD district. A view from the 21st storey of an old block of flats right in Chinatown. Well-lit streets in Chinatown at this time of the year.First Chinese New Year celebration in 4 years' time. Try to make it different this time. By mingling into the pre-new year crowds at Chinatown to soak in the atmosphere with the

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It's a lonely journey. This life. Whether with or without people. You are alone. Consciously or unconsciously alone.

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一个人和一堆人，究竟哪一方更为重要？又一起爆炸事故。地点在巴格达。自从美英两国政府率军侵占伊拉克后，爆炸事件仿佛成了巴格达的代名词。爆炸事故换来的总是一堆数字。这堆数字是由人命伤亡所凑合而成的。镜头低下闪过的废墟笼统地总结爆炸事件。在伊拉克殉职的英军人数随着时间而增加，英国广播不敢掉以轻心。英国广播小心翼翼地计算着，不管是从政治的角度出发，或是从民族意识的角度出发，一个军人的生命绝不容变成单纯的数字。于是，媒体报道殉职军人的名字、军衔、致命事故的经过，甚至是军人的样子都会出现在读者面前。因为他是一个人。在狮城生活的日子里，从投币买车票到使用通联卡的年代，发现自己每一回上巴士时，从来没有正视过巴士司机。你有吗？巴士司机是一个交通系统的某个机件，是一个为了完成从A点达到B点的交通工具。他不是人。英国小镇的巴士每隔一、两个小时才出一班车。上巴士时必须向司机打招呼、下车时必须向司机道谢。

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YR的圣诞礼物来得正是时候--一本小王子笔记本。顿时想拿它来做日记本。记录每一日的心情。从中学开始养成写日记的习惯，竟在日后匆匆的岁月脚步中中断了。背包旅行时期，最贵重的行李除了是那台帮我老实地记录风景的单眼相机外，就是那一本外貌不扬的日记本了。自己所有的想法、心情，都收录在那个空间里。那时，害怕自己水过不留痕，深怕真真切切发生过的事件会在往后的人生旅途中被完全遗忘，仿佛一切不曾发生过。于是，就汲汲于通过文字来向生命抓牢一些什么。希望日后，自己会在旅途那端与这时的自己对望。算是自己送给自己的礼物吧？那个时候，对于自己，总是要那么清晰、那么仔细。到了某一个阶段，就只想随随便便算了。开始不再害怕留白。开始为回忆减肥。出外旅行也不带日记本了。发生过的什么事就随它去。反正记忆空间就那么大，就全都交由时间自己来筛选吧。该留下的自然会留下，会消失的也就不是那么重要了。那个时候起，开始不害怕留白。

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Oriental Pearl TV Tower looming across Huangpu River.The beautiful Bund facing Huangpu River with an ugly truth, where pirates of the 19th c who were all attired in suits and tall hats, plundered from this city, in the most civilised manner.No tumblers please. A typical scenery in Shanghai.The traditional architecture of watertowns in Southern China--whitewashed walls and grey tiles. Qi Bao, a

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Has been my transitional home.To be greeted by this view once I turned right as I got passed the security checkpoint of the apartment. It is a constantly changing view. A new bank, just next to the apartment is "growing". Every time I pass by this street, the bank is closer to opening for business. Another block of apartment is growing too. Probably all too quick.At this junction where it gave us

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情感迟钝时，眼泪有时候成了情感最直接的反应。追不上情感的变幻时，身体用自己的方式来发泄身体的情绪。语言可以花巧，逻辑可以自欺，眼泪，除非已练就到炉火纯青的地步，骗不了自己。还没来得及剖析，眼泪兀自掉了下来。

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整整一天，碰上了无数次的延误。办理登机手续时，被理所当然地通知到，班机会延迟一小时起飞。登机后，发现飞机必须再等上一个小时。转机时，因为先前的延误，就继续延误续程的班机--再等两个小时。一而再，再而三。仿佛在提醒我，人生，我的人生，有太多太多自己所不能掌控的变数。延误对人情的释怀；延误了解／体会人生中最基本的情感泉源；延误对自己的了解；延误了体验在别人的人生里是属于理所当然的阶段；搞不好，还延误了与你的相识……Been haunted by delays for the entire day.Was told at the check-in counter that the flight would be delayed for an hour; another hour of unexpected wait on the aircraft; the earlier delays

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"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, wanders into your stupid life... You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They

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又过了一年的生日。感觉上像还给生命租来的一年时间。用过了一年，就更近死亡一年。好像很公平。很多两端的事物都是一体的。生与死，乐与愁，光与暗。那我和你呢？

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陪朋友逛新加坡，重新发现自己对这个岛国的无力感。这是一个必须不停地重新认识的岛国。景色不断地变换，重新上妆，重新卸妆。我们在历史博物馆里重新建构我们的历史。重新建构真实的，也重新虚构一番。原貌馆重新修饰了我们的祖先足迹。原来不是修饰给旅客而是给自己看的。有些事，不停下来重新正视，就真的忘记它曾经存在过。失去了旧有的回忆，就只能建构新的回忆.新的回忆变旧了，又必须让位给新的.是谁说过，这是一座没有回忆的岛国。每隔几年，我们的领导就会重新打造这个地方。让她不停地新下去。心态变得理所当然时，就开始重新认识自己。很多自以为是的，原来只是疏忽掉的盲点。有些麻木了的感觉，竟也会重新有感觉了起来。有些人变得理所当然时，可能重新认识，已经来不及了。

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nQpYHiB0k6k尽在不言中.

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这几年，频频出国。却没有旅行的感觉。只是跨过一个边界又一个边界而已，带着已知，寻找的也是已知。没有对话，只有目的地的收集。有些人喜欢出国，但未必会喜欢旅行。旅行是一段旅程，目的地是手段，旅程即目的地。旅行是一场自己跟旅程的对话，一不留神，就成了自己与自己的一场对话。那样的旅行，我很是迷恋。也是我后来开始着迷的一种旅行的味道。

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我的人生是为了静候你的经过，你来去自如，不能为谁而停留，也没有人能留得住你。我不期盼你的留驻，因为你应该是自由的，那才是你。我无法追随你到天涯海角，也不能够如此，只能在原地等待你的出现。你不在的时候，我只是沉睡而已，不是寂寞。等你什么时候从我身边匆匆而过时,我可以用我的方式为你起舞,然后朝着你离去的方向凝视,满足于你经过的足迹。你瞬间的经过是我生命的全部，也是我快乐的泉源和理由。你总是希望自己来无影去无踪，而我期待你的踪迹的眼神却泄漏了你的行踪。还是我不晓得，那就是你故意为我留下的线索？-------1999年

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巴黎的浪漫对我而言一直都是零零星星的，像岛状地带。即使塞纳河边的景色、咖啡座的慵懒时光、高耸的铁塔都无法拼凑出一幅完整的浪漫。或许真的是自己的感官迟钝。地下巴黎走入巴黎的地下铁，长长的隧道拨开了巴黎的浪漫迷雾。巴黎的地下世界让你看到了巴黎实在的一面。没有漂亮的画面、没有浪漫的氛围，只有活生生的巴黎。这里更是一些人讨生活的地方。有贩卖海报的商贩每天在隧道中把一张张的海报铺在走道的一旁，形成了一条长长五颜六色的隧道。花贩则在隧道的交界处比较宽敞的地方摆放一桶又一桶的花卉，等待买客给予他一个春天。到了晚上收工时，只见花贩小心翼翼地把一桶又一桶的花扛上长长的电动扶梯。明早又是一桶一桶的春天。地下隧道自然少不了飘着卖艺人士所演奏出的乐曲。究竟是卖艺还是换个方式来乞讨，路人自然有各自诠释的角度。这个巴黎让巴黎的浪漫尴尬非常。跳上列车，车厢缓缓地驶离月台。月台候车座阴暗的一隅有个汉子蜷缩在纸皮箱下。

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回家的途中，发现马路边的某一处行人道上堆满了很多花束。花束中还有玩具熊。晚上看新闻的时候，才知道早上发生了致命的公路意外。有一名小孩在行人道上骑着幼儿脚踏车的时候，不知何故，竟被马路上经过的一辆车子撞上了。往后的几天里，更多的花束、卡片、玩具出现在那个地方。原来那是英国人选择悼念的一种方式。非正式地、静默地为死者献上最后的祝福。有一点儿类似我们华人在出事地点烧元宝蜡烛。后来，就常在新闻画面里看到这样的“告别”方式。一束又一束的花堆在死者的住家门外、插在闸门之间、或是摆放在出事地点……花类不限、颜色不拘。一般会烧元宝蜡烛的人都是死者的亲人，前来献花的人可能是同学、可能是邻居、可能是亲人、甚至是素不相识的人。有些人从新闻中获悉消息，也会通过这样的方式给予死者家人精神上的支持。有些花带卡、有些不带。一束鲜花、一张写满自己思念的卡片，给过世的人、给留在世上的人。华人对过世的人的挂念是从“实际”

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Not really a fan of Wong Faye but a big fan of her lyrics writer--Lin Xi. Chanel While the prince chooses his darling 王子挑选宠儿 The coat searches for its mannequin<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 7.8 pt 0 2 false false false MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> <![endif]--> <!-- /* Font

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未必同意是时间选择了什么人才是朋友。跟时间无关。最近几日陆陆续续见了几组朋友。发现都是一些已经没有共同生活环境的朋友。不觉有异。凭着某种因素，还时不时约见面，自然而然地。却在其他朋友的诧异中有所了解。原来这些都不是理所当然的。因为我们一生中的环境朋友更多更多。借着同处一个环境的掩护下，拥有共同语言下，一起做朋友。脱离了那个环境，再见也不是朋友了。回想起来，与B终止同事关系已近五年了。脱离同事关系后，我们还一同潜入西藏；我在英伦时，也曾到西班牙与她会面。每年的生日，我们都会想起对方。至于D，一开始就没有共同的环境，只是凭着文字的接触而相互认识，就一直维持到现在。这样，也走过了十年。和Z同事了半年，直到在书店里的哲学部撞见后，才成为朋友。从那到这之间，我们都已转换了几个跑道了。还有A，2000年在墨尔本的机场相识后，就单单凭着零星的电邮和长途电话，岌岌地联系着。

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Took me a while to realize what was that about. Often, you would come across a cluster of men sitting around/near the kerbs by the road/pedestrain walkways with cardboards standing around them. Usually, there will be some writing written across the boards. But I never took the time to find out about the contents. The cardboards are actually some form of advertisement signboards--advertising not

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Suzhou's way of cleaning the canals.

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The wafer does taste of Jasmine tea and it was fragrant. I love it. But still, the milk chocolate is overwhelming and before long, I forgot that I was eating a Jasmine tea Kit Kat. Therefore, one must concentrate during the course, otherwise you would be eating another ordinary Kit Kat.Anyway, a nice try from the Japanese.

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