<?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-3558472</id><updated>2012-01-01T12:03:55.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Journey</title><subtitle type='html'>The end of one journey is only the beginning of another.  -Hiu K.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-114472501794050805</id><published>2006-04-10T23:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T23:10:17.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finality is a strange sort of thing.   When you finally accept that it is the end, when you hope against hope that something could blossom but didn't, and that there are no more chances to foster that possibility, that's when you know it's over and you need to move on. How ironic...my blog quote is that "the end of one journey is the beginning of another".  I can't help but think about how much I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/114472501794050805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/114472501794050805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114472501794050805' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-113312197873773915</id><published>2005-11-27T14:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T15:16:39.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been more than 9 months since I last posted. I had intended not to post anymore, without saying goodbye, but then an update now and then would serve as a good reminder of just how much I've come along.I have definitely grown a lot (emotionally and socially) as a person over the past year. Academically, not so much, but I am hardly unaware of current events.I have been busy and active. I saw </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/113312197873773915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/113312197873773915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113312197873773915' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-111075258727766526</id><published>2005-03-13T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T17:23:07.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My goals: I probably can't achieve all my goals within the year, but I want to write them down to serve as a constant reminder that I am - at least - working towards these goals.  I am going to be more active this year (socially) and (athletically?)I am going to spend less time online, and more quality time with the people I care about. I am aiming to put my paychecks into my car debt.  I have to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/111075258727766526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/111075258727766526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111075258727766526' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-110640918850098256</id><published>2005-01-22T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T10:53:08.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Amazing.  It's 2005.  Where has the time gone?   And why haven't I updated my blog since last October? Laziness at its peak, I guess.  Actually, I've been busy.  The more I wanted to change things, the more I find that they stay the same.  Anyway, there are a lot of things happening in my life.  Mostly changes.  Good changes, I would say (aren't most changes good?  how can you learn and grow </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/110640918850098256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/110640918850098256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110640918850098256' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-109841182137109687</id><published>2004-10-21T21:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T22:41:41.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2004 Red Sox Vs Yankees - Game 7 ALCSWow. What a great game. What a great feeling, especially after last year's heartbreaking loss. I wrote a post on the Red Sox last year too (search archive). Just when hope dimmed in this ALCS series (down 3-0; game 3 was especially tough to watch with the way that Yankees slaughtered us with their 19 runs), the Red Sox came back with a vengence and made </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/109841182137109687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/109841182137109687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109841182137109687' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-109357568875402406</id><published>2004-08-26T22:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T23:19:46.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's amazing. i'm actually a little disappointed that i haven't updated this blog as often as i'd liked. but there are just so many things on my mind. there are just so many things to do. i guess i do have the time, but i just "feel" like i don't have the time. i haven't had the time to do the (some) of the things that i wanted to do. i feel like i've lost my focus. there are a lot of things i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/109357568875402406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/109357568875402406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109357568875402406' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-1083419377782051</id><published>2004-05-01T09:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T09:53:50.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah!  Relationships are just too complicated.  Even friendship.   I give up.  I'm just tired.  P.S. Walk for Hunger tomorrow.  It's my sixth year and I'm psyched about it.  I'll be there rain or shine.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/1083419377782051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/1083419377782051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#1083419377782051' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-108259018580155750</id><published>2004-04-21T19:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T19:33:45.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Life sucks and then you die."If you didn't know me in person, you would think I'm moody.  I am usually in a good mood.  I am happy about a lot of things.  I like my life (most parts), I like my job.  I love my familiy and friends.  But that doesn't mean those things can't weigh me down a bit.  Don't get me wrong.  I take a very simple view of life (despite its complexity), and I believe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/108259018580155750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/108259018580155750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108259018580155750' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-107758242808837599</id><published>2004-02-23T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T19:31:22.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mine is Heart of Crystal What is Your Heart REALLY Made of? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/107758242808837599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/107758242808837599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107758242808837599' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-107677122498994092</id><published>2004-02-14T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T10:21:11.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was afraid that as I grow older, I would forget a wondrous feeling that makes me feel tingly and giddy all over.  I haven't lost it, because I still feel it...right at this moment:  Despite everything, I am still very much in love with the world.   And you couldn't wipe away that silly grin off my face even if you try.  :)(and no, this has nothing to do with a significant other even though </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/107677122498994092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/107677122498994092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107677122498994092' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-107324881519455348</id><published>2004-01-04T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T09:32:44.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's 2004!   Happy New Year!Blog UpdateIt's been some time since I've updated this blog.  I don't feel bad about it, because I've realized a long time ago that it is better to update it when I want to, not when I feel obligated to or write simply to take up space.  In fact, that was the reason why I finally decided to end my last blog.  I have been writing in my diary, albeit not as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/107324881519455348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/107324881519455348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107324881519455348' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-106640588408442715</id><published>2003-10-17T11:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T12:17:52.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Red Sox - Game 7 LossAs I've said in my last post, I am not a big fan of baseball.  Boy, was I wrong - ever.  Over the past couple of weeks, my brother - a Red Sox fan (who rooted for the hometown team all the way) - got me hooked.  He explained to me about how the game is played, the curse of the Bambino and other Red Sox tidbits.  My mistake: Not only did I get hooked to baseball, but quite</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/106640588408442715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/106640588408442715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106640588408442715' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-106495646372821871</id><published>2003-09-30T17:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T17:22:32.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have learned and experienced a lot over the last few months.  It's hard to believe that my idealism took a beating in the face of harsh reality.  I'd like to think that love conquers all, but now, I guess I know that maybe love - by itself - just isn't enough. Still, after this long trial, I know that my idealism - in some shape or form - cannot be shattered, just because I guess...I always </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/106495646372821871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/106495646372821871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106495646372821871' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-106160889225950038</id><published>2003-08-22T23:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T23:21:32.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have been waiting (as patiently as i could) for this day to come, and i think the time has come.  i'm very glad; it's about time.   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/106160889225950038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/106160889225950038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106160889225950038' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-106071398037828452</id><published>2003-08-12T14:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T14:47:30.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have never, in my entire life, feel as defeated as I do this moment.     </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/106071398037828452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/106071398037828452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106071398037828452' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-106044350417716100</id><published>2003-08-09T11:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T16:59:52.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>perspectivelooking at the title of my blog, i can't help but think what a journey this has been.  there were happy moments, of course, but there were also times filled with worries and sadness.  like now.  not unfounded worries, either.  it reminds me of the case competition trip in VA.  it has its moments.  team-wise, we won first place.  individually, i won the grand prize in a raffle.   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/106044350417716100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/106044350417716100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106044350417716100' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-105952591742147309</id><published>2003-07-29T20:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T20:45:17.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>rollercoasteri am on a wild rollercoaster ride right now.  except...i don't know how long the ride is.  i don't know how high or low it'll get.   i don't know where the twists and turns are.  i don't have the slightest idea what's going to happen next.  so i can only hold on to the ride.  but i am beginning to wonder...how long can I hold on to it?  i need to shut my mouth too.  everyone is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/105952591742147309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/105952591742147309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105952591742147309' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-105810755094766468</id><published>2003-07-13T10:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-13T14:12:54.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>an event, a ramble something happened in recent days that alter my life...and i am feeling tired, frustrated, and a slew of other emotions.  i could wish that things were back to the way they were.   i could wish that none of this has happened.  and i could think that if i could have or should have done something, then maybe this wouldn't have happened.  (yes, guilt is also a very normal and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/105810755094766468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/105810755094766468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105810755094766468' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-95811357</id><published>2003-06-18T21:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T21:46:30.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> trip i am done reading about the places i'd like to visit on my trip.  now, my job is just go and enjoy this little vacation.  ;D  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/95811357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/95811357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95811357' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-95742006</id><published>2003-06-17T00:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T21:41:44.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>things are looking up.  rather, i am having a better outlook on things, so things are looking up.  ;D  while things aren't perfect, i am content with the things that  are.on my way back from work last week, i saw a very pretty white cat perched on a window sill.  this cat was looking out and up into the sky, with a deep, intense, yet thoughtful expression on its face.  it's one that reminds me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/95742006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/95742006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95742006' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-95526970</id><published>2003-06-10T19:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T19:50:57.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i want a yellow, rubber ducky with a bathroom cap.  the duck's name is bill.  wouldn't you want to play with this duck in a tub filled with warm water and you can watch it float peacefully back and forth in the water, all the while you visualize that the duck would periodically open it cute, flat mouth to make the "Quack, Quack" sounds?hmmmm, on second thought, maybe not.  that'd be a bit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/95526970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/95526970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95526970' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-94233550</id><published>2003-05-12T19:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-12T20:21:23.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> more time passed.  i was so distressed.  in fact, i was so distressed that i asked Him for some sort of guidance, even though i am not a deeply religous person.  i wanted to know if i am doing the right thing.  deep down inside, i know the answer already.  it's crystal clear in my heart and in my mind. i know that i am not doing everything i could.  but is it possible to do everything?  i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/94233550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/94233550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94233550' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-93761530</id><published>2003-05-04T17:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-04T17:20:59.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>walk for hungeri can't walk.   my feet is sore.   i went to the walk for hunger with my brother, cousin and his friend today.  we met up at seven-something in the morning in boston (so we woke up much earlier than that).  we took a couple of breaks on our 'walk', and by the time we finished the twenty mile walk, it was about 3 p.m.  i guess that isn't too bad.   my feet is ultra sore only </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/93761530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/93761530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93761530' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-93621172</id><published>2003-05-01T18:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T18:47:12.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tiredi have been feeling very tired, even though everything's fine and dandy.  i think even my tiredness showed through at work, though of course i didn't mean for it to show.  but it has also been busy, which drained even more energy... anway, a list of unrelated things: i have to keep up with my reading. library.  i have to review my notes.  the weather has been lovely this week.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/93621172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/93621172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93621172' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-92250209</id><published>2003-04-08T18:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T20:53:37.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dreammy dreams scare me sometimes.  today, i woke up with a feeling that i am wasting my time...again.  they come every couple of years, though they have been happening with greater frequency and startling me in the early waking moments.  i am not doing what i should be doing.  my decisions are not aligned with what my heart wants to do.   but desires and reality are two different things.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/92250209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/92250209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92250209' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-90371376</id><published>2003-03-08T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T18:01:05.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> war and doctors and a bunch of other nonsensei haven't forgotton my blog.  there are lots happening and i don't know if i should write about the big things or the little things. though i guess it makes little difference either way since i don't have the time jot down the little details.  it looks like that a war against iraq will happen.  a war in the 21st century just seems ...out of time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/90371376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/90371376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90371376' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-89005564</id><published>2003-02-12T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-12T20:56:05.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fragmented thoughtswhen i was a kid, one of the things that frightened me the most was that i'd wake up some morning only to find that i had wasted my life away. i have had times when my dreams are with such intensity that i'd wake up breathing hard and feeling like there's a big hole in my heart.  now that i'm older, i still think about it sometimes.  i can't say i know exactly what i am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/89005564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/89005564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89005564' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-88397561</id><published>2003-02-01T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-01T19:05:57.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>columbia, space shuttlethe space shuttle, columbia, crashed.  i found out this morning while i was shopping at costco, when i noticed a small crowd gathered in front of a big-screen tv in the electronics section.  i went over quickly to see what was going on, and surely enough, a reporter was announcing the breaking news.  as i am writing this, i've already read from some news source that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/88397561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/88397561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88397561' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-88246919</id><published>2003-01-29T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-01T09:32:30.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>state of the union addressi watched the state of the union address by president bush yesterday. it was really two separate speeches, with the first focusing on domestic policies and the second part trying to convince the american people (and the world) that it is a just cause to go to war against iraq.  as far as the domestic policies are concerned, i am not sure if the no taxation on stock </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/88246919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/88246919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88246919' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-88031021</id><published>2003-01-25T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-25T22:40:22.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dental, taxes i always get weirded out by the gaps between my teeth after a dental cleaning.  i feel like my teeth have been pried apart.  don't get me wrong.  It's a good cleaning; it's just a funny feeling.  the results of the dental cleaning?  good, clean, shiny teeth, of course !  ;)   actually, i have a 'potential' cavity (ha! it could be worse).  one of my wisdom teeth is partially '</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/88031021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/88031021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88031021' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-87245398</id><published>2003-01-10T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-22T19:30:25.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I wrote this on 1/10/2003.  I don't want to continue it now 1/22, yet I do not want to delete it altogether, so it will stay as it is - incomplete.   A New Year It's a New Year.   I don't feel this  way, yet it doesn't mean that everything is good and clear even though life is moving along in a routine more or less.  I am still confused - what direction to take, what I should do.  I've read </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/87245398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/87245398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87245398' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-86630296</id><published>2002-12-28T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-03T20:50:14.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two Towers, Work, MiscI watched  Two Towers the weekend before Christmas with my mom, brother and sis.  I hope to see it again, just because I loved it so much.  We watched it on a Saturday afternoon, and it was a sold-out crowd.  Actually, my mom and I went to buy the tickets early in the morning.  In fact, it was so early that the theater wasn't even opened!   Apparently, though, we were not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/86630296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/86630296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86630296' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-86478915</id><published>2002-12-24T09:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-28T13:05:29.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HolidaySo many words.  So little time.  Simply this for now: Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/86478915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/86478915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86478915' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-85970355</id><published>2002-12-13T19:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-28T13:15:43.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Misc. ObservationsI noticed two gentlemen as I walked with my sister on our way home this evening.  The first thing that struck me was the way he wore his hat.  Both of them stopped a distance away to let us pass. While it's not completely uncommon, I am still surprised by it when people do it.  I guess I am a bit disheartened by the push-and-shove attitude that pervades much of this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/85970355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/85970355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85970355' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-85758206</id><published>2002-12-09T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-24T09:52:25.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guilty I feel so guilty.   I swear.  I didn't do it on purpose.    My sis drove me home from work.  She pulled over at a non-parking space to drop me off and got ready to leave for her evening class.  As I waited for her to leave, I saw three people walking toward our way.  One was a teenager.  One looked like a father figure.  The third one was a kid, who was crying over something.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/85758206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/85758206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85758206' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-85403301</id><published>2002-12-02T19:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-02T19:41:48.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UntitledOnce every few years, I'd wake up with a strange, almost surreal-like feeling.  I had it again this morning. I had several dreams that made little sense, though it resembled my life in this day and age.   I think my mind was trying to tell me something - maybe things that I had stuffed in the far corners of my mind.  I woke up this morning with this very empty, hollow feeling that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/85403301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/85403301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85403301' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-85220218</id><published>2002-11-28T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T14:27:42.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Public Skating, ThanksgivingI left a message for MDC with a request for information on public skating hours.  Someone from the department responded to me the very next day. I am so sad about it -  due to budget cuts, the public skating rink in Cambridge is not open during the weekend as it was in previous years.  It is open daily for about two hours every morning, but there's no way I can go </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/85220218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/85220218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85220218' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-84676969</id><published>2002-11-17T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-24T10:11:02.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some updates This has been a crazy week.  Beginning with last weekend, I met up with a good friend, caught the movie Ghostship, and went out to lunch.  Later in the week, my siblings and I went to the Fleetcenter to watch a basketball game - Celtics (we won!) vs. Philadelphia 76ers, and we didn't get home until almost 11 p.m.  We went to Burger King across the street after the game, even though</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/84676969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/84676969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84676969' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-83982719</id><published>2002-11-03T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-03T21:36:17.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> There and back againI am back.  I guess it didn't take me long to get my perspective cap back on.  Yep, my last post was incredibly petty, in the grand scheme of things.   I have a tendency to bounce back from gloomy/upset moods quickly.  Of course, I could be upset for a longer periods of time if someone did something, or something happened that might warrant such reactions from me, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/83982719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/83982719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#83982719' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-83926037</id><published>2002-11-02T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-02T14:16:11.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My GreivancesNot all my posts are happy and dandy.  Bear with me while I quickly go through my list of greivances.  Yesterday, I had a little argument with both of my siblings and it ended on a not-so-friendly note.   Anyway, this morning I drove to Chinatown to do some grocery shopping with mom, probably not in the best of moods.    You know what?  I.  really.  hate.  grocery. shopping</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/83926037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/83926037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#83926037' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-83801299</id><published>2002-10-30T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-30T21:40:10.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Little ConversationI went to the mall last weekend, just because it’s a nice break from work.  While I don’t like shopping all that much, I like strolling through the mall near the holiday season just because the beautifully decorated place filled with vibrant colors makes me feel warm and comfy inside.  Then again, winter does that to most people.  It makes me feel at peace.  Very peaceful, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/83801299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/83801299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83801299' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-83094252</id><published>2002-10-16T22:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-17T10:14:31.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Cold, Little StoryLast Saturday night, the back of my throat felt a bit scratchy, but I dismissed it as nothing serious.  I started coughing soon after, and while I took notice of it, I was hoping that my immune system would take care of it.  Well, apparently it didn’t.   For the past two days now, I have coarse voice, headache, dizziness, and lots of coughing – all the symptoms of a cold or</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/83094252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/83094252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83094252' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-82443550</id><published>2002-10-02T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-02T21:30:14.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Random topics, Mouse updateSometimes, I feel afraid.  Not of anything or anyone, mind you.  It's just that, sometimes, I get the feeling that maybe someday, I would have to make some major decisions.  And I am afraid that, when the time comes, I might not have the courage to make the right one.  It's almost like "Frodo" from Lord of the Rings.  You know, "I know what I must do, I am just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/82443550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/82443550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82443550' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-82335701</id><published>2002-09-30T19:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-30T19:27:32.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mousey IssueI brought in my laptop to school today, and after how many minutes, it was pointed out (finally!) that it might be a hardware issue.  (Yep, of course, no company, including IBM, is perfect).  And yep, I diagnosed it as a hardware issue already.  (See post below).  Anyway, they are going to do a diagnostic on it.  What surprised me the most was when he said the whole thing (keyboard </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/82335701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/82335701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82335701' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-82291647</id><published>2002-09-29T21:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-29T22:13:20.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lottery tickets, Iraq, Mouse, Idea Yesterday, my mom, sis and I stopped by a local 7-eleven for a mega-millions quick-pick ticket.  (And no, the numbers haven't played yet, and it's unlikely that we'll win either.  What are the odds, anyway?)   I waited by the cashier's counter while my sister buy one.  As you may or may not know, in the state of Massachusetts, you only need to be 18 to buy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/82291647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/82291647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82291647' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-82067259</id><published>2002-09-24T19:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-26T12:40:06.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Job ApplicationsEarlier today, I filled out an online employment application for a position that is completely unrelated to my field of study.  Still, I applied. Normally, I won't, but sometimes,  like today, I'd like to be a little capricious.   The only thing that might work in my favor is industry-related experience.  As I was filling out the application, I got stuck on the current salary </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/82067259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/82067259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82067259' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-81783574</id><published>2002-09-18T14:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-24T19:41:50.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Some days Some days, I feel like I can take on the world.  I can become a philanthropist, a painter, an artist, a writer, or anything I want to become. And on other days, I don't.  Even so, I am a dreamer.  I like possibilities.  I like to see the "potentials".  While life periodically injects me with its doses of sometimes harsh realities, its effects are only temporary.  My mind is often</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/81783574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/81783574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81783574' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-81594545</id><published>2002-09-14T10:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-14T14:17:34.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A New Journey, List of topics You know, writing in a weblog can be therapuetic.  But, like all things, sometimes it must come to an end.  I ended my last weblog because I wanted something new.   Because I want to start over again.  Because sometimes a weblog can feel too  small.   So small that I feel like my words are trapped in it, with no room to wiggle.  Confined.  Because I know that no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/81594545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/81594545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81594545' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-81233213</id><published>2002-09-06T08:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-06T13:14:55.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Annoying TelemarketersI am very irritated by annoying telemarketers' calls in the morning.  In fact, calls were made precisely at the same time early morning for the past two days (suspicious, if I may say so myself).  They were picked up by the answering machine, since I was trying to enjoy my sleep.  Today, I decided that I am going to pick up the phone to find out which idiot kept calling </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/81233213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/81233213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81233213' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-81169674</id><published>2002-09-04T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-05T19:38:28.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>American Idol Finale I watched the final hour of the American Idol Finale tonight, with the American Idol title crowned to Kelly Clarkson.  It was an emotional finale to watch, as Kelly sang   A moment like this  after she was announced the winner.  Justin was very gracious in his defeat, and it was all very heartwarming to watch.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/81169674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/81169674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81169674' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-81164908</id><published>2002-09-04T20:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-05T10:58:31.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>StuffsDuring the Labor Day weekend (and my twenty-first birthday), my family and I stayed at the hotel at Mohegan Sun Resort Casino in Connecticut.  Of course, since I turned twenty-one this past weekend, I couldn't miss the opportunity to get inside the casino floor to have a look around.  I've been to one in London and Canada, with the legal requirement age at eighteen and nineteen, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/81164908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/81164908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81164908' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-80939305</id><published>2002-08-30T20:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-31T09:31:43.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Simple DreamThe other day I had a dream that reminded me of things I once so strongly believed in, since I  felt the same emotions in my dream that I felt then.  It was exactly what I needed, because I think I have slowly take for granted what I find most endearing about the world.  I just feel like smiling.  Just because.  :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/80939305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/80939305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80939305' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-80843347</id><published>2002-08-28T18:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-28T20:44:28.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Stream of Random ThoughtsWords written on August 12, 2002I am sitting on my bed typing, and listening to Phil Colllin’s  Against All Odds.  It’s actually quite peaceful, spending my time updating my diary and writing all my heart’s thoughts and troubles.  Some of the green leaves from the tree outside the window have already turned into a light shade of brown and the sunlight shines </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/80843347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/80843347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80843347' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-80732287</id><published>2002-08-26T11:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-28T20:33:54.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Birthday GreetingMy twenty-first birthday is coming up in about a week (on this year's Labor Day, to be exact), and my best friend from Hong Kong (whom I haven't seen in about eleven years) already sent me a birthday card and several recent pictures!  Little things like that still make me smile. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/80732287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/80732287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80732287' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-80711523</id><published>2002-08-25T22:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-26T12:00:25.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Little Leagues World SeriesThe Kentucky team won the Little Leagues World Series tonight!  Yay!  That was actually quite a fun game to watch.  It's even more interesting to watch than the major leagues, if I may say so myself!   (At least it didn't have any of the politics of the major leagues!)   I never watched the little leagues before, so I was surprised to learn that admissions were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/80711523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/80711523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80711523' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-80661796</id><published>2002-08-24T14:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-25T23:13:40.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ShoppingI kid you not.   I hate shopping.  Whenever I go shopping with my family (which is probably the only time I go shopping, anyway), I really hate to pass by comestics or the jewelry section (because I get headaches).  Yes, I know I should be interested in those things (after all, it seemed like most girls are into those things, makeup, fashion, etc, so I should too, right?), but I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/80661796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/80661796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80661796' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-80578568</id><published>2002-08-22T14:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-22T15:04:01.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> American Idol I only caught part of performances by each the four finalists on the  American Idol  Tuesday evening.  (You don't really need to listen to the entire song to judge the performances).   Granted, I haven't been following the show too closely (it's not that enticing to watch), but that dosen't mean I wasn't interested in the results.  OK, OK, maybe I was not even interested enough </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/80578568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/80578568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80578568' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-80527004</id><published>2002-08-21T12:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-21T16:52:04.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LostMost of us have probably feel lost at one point or another, and it can happen many times in a lifetime.  I think I am in one of those stages right now.  While I know it's a natural (and even healthy) process (i.e. re-thinking priorities, etc), the "what do I want to do with my life?" (and its uncertainties) still frighten me sometimes... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/80527004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/80527004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80527004' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-80495713</id><published>2002-08-20T18:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-21T12:10:30.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Meet My Folks , AOL, Open Office I watched "Meet My Folks" yesterday night (for the second time) and found it entertaining enough.  For those unfamiliar with the format of the show, it began with three bachelors or  bachelorettes  who'd try to win a vacation with the son/daughter of loving parents (at least that appeared to be true for the two shows that I've watched).  Basically, the "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/80495713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/80495713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80495713' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-80454912</id><published>2002-08-19T21:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-19T22:03:09.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The following is one of the results from those online "find-out-more-about-yourself" tests.  Hmmm, a philosopher.  Not bad, eh?  :)What Was Your PastLife?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/80454912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/80454912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80454912' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-80373042</id><published>2002-08-17T20:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-17T20:29:34.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Strange, Funny, and True News There are a lot of strange news out there, and occasionally, I'd come across something highly entertaining.  I almost burst out laughing when I first read the following:  THE BIG ONE THAT DIDN'T GET AWAY: Keith Blauvelt was fishing near Sea Girt, N.J., when he hooked something strange. "I thought it was a piece of wood and then I realized it was moving," he says.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/80373042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/80373042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80373042' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-80339160</id><published>2002-08-16T19:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-18T18:44:49.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Driving I could parallel park now!  Ok, so being able to parallel park is not *exactly* a great relevation.  But, I could now parallel park with ease, and  that  calls for a little celebration!   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/80339160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/80339160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80339160' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-80233465</id><published>2002-08-14T11:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-20T19:56:54.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Lord of the Rings Screensaver, Screenshot   I downloaded the Lord of the Rings screensaver.  While it has its problems (i.e. it didn't allow me to customize the way I like it, nor did it have some its "features"), I didn't expect it to be flawless since it  is  free-ware.   This  is a screenshot of my desktop. I had also signed up for a free webhosting account, so now I could upload my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/80233465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/80233465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80233465' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-80208312</id><published>2002-08-13T20:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-21T12:26:35.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Funny Stuffs...or Not.  Weather and High Humidity As most people know, the weather this summer has been uncomfortably hot on  certain days.  On days that are not too humid,  we  tried to conserve energy by not using the air-conditioners.  In those cases, the location of my bed is ideal since it is by the side of the window and I could feel a nice  breeze.    Of course, in order to feel the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/80208312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/80208312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80208312' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-80001233</id><published>2002-08-08T18:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-17T20:02:58.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Door to Door Selling? I was sitting in the kitchen and talking to my mom when the doorbell rang.  I quickly ran down the stairs to open the door, while announcing my brother's arrival home from work.  As a habit, I looked through the peephole and saw that the person outside the door was a stranger!   Panicked that I was still in my nightgown, I asked my sis to come down.  But, my sis doesn't</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/80001233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/80001233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80001233' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-79989968</id><published>2002-08-08T13:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-17T20:03:31.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In awe with Lord of the RingsI am so in awe of the Lord of the Rings, even though I watched it at least five or six times by now.  It's such an amazing story - a story of adventure, courage and friendship.   Whenever I watch it, I feel inspire to do, or create something, as magical as the movie.  I am not a big fan of movies and besides several Disney videotapes, this is my first DVD.  This </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/79989968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/79989968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79989968' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-79907344</id><published>2002-08-06T17:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-17T20:03:55.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Release date today:  Lord of the RingsToday is the release date of Lord of the Rings - Fellowship of the Rings , and guess what?  I've already got a copy (and a good deal) from Best Buy!  :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/79907344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/79907344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79907344' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-79601420</id><published>2002-07-30T13:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-17T20:04:17.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RainI was caught in the pouring rain one time, and instead of trying to quickly find shelter, I continued to walk casually, occasionally wiping the raindrops off my face with my hands and wanting nothing more but to whirl around and around under the rain.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/79601420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/79601420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79601420' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-79560485</id><published>2002-07-29T15:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-17T20:04:42.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weather, SleepThe weather is hot, hot, hot. High humidity.I couldn't fall asleep yesterday.  I went to bed around 11-ish (shortly after I arrived home from a lovely wedding reception), but I was still wide awake by the time 5-ish a.m rolled around.  Still, it was nice to watch the bright rays of light behind the dark-blue sky, pushing away the darkness and ready to light up the world for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/79560485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/79560485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79560485' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-79479178</id><published>2002-07-27T13:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-17T20:05:41.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heartache, More RamblingsHave you ever felt a heartache, for no real good reason at all?  (Yes, yes, yes, I know it sounds chessy, but have you?)    I was still living on campus last December, and one night, I couldn't fall asleep.  In fact, as stupid as it sounds, I had a hard time falling asleep because my heart was hurting.  Intensely.  I don't mean the physical pain, but something deeper </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/79479178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/79479178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79479178' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-79420959</id><published>2002-07-25T23:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-17T20:06:05.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DrawingI felt inspired to draw something today, so I whipped out a piece of paper and began drawing in pencil.  I drew a character from the new television show (Yu-Gi-Oh!), though it no longer looked like the character I intended to draw when I was done with all the erasing and editing.   If I had a scanner, I would scan and post it.  It looked like it was drawn by a kid, except maybe slightly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/79420959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/79420959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79420959' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-79330469</id><published>2002-07-23T23:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-17T20:06:33.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Skating, Dance RevolutionOne of the most basic lessons in ice-skating is learn how to get up after a fall, instead of  relying on others to help you up.  After all, falling is just a frequent occurence in skating for beginners like myself, and for more experienced skaters who are learning new techniques. During "practice" time of a skating session one afternoon, skaters were skating in the  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/79330469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/79330469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79330469' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-79200359</id><published>2002-07-20T19:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-17T20:07:04.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quick sports update, some ramblingsI finished watching the baseball game (Yankees vs. Red Sox) this afternoon.  It was the second of three games at the Yankee Stadium, and it was a long game to watch, especially since it dragged out into the 11th inning.  The Red Sox won the game yesterday (4-2), and the Yankees won today.  Although it was a long game, it was interesting to watch, with some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/79200359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/79200359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79200359' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-79147278</id><published>2002-07-19T09:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-17T20:07:36.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Driving, PointThe sky looked gray this morning.  I woke up to the rumblings of thunders in the distant background.   I offered to drive my brother to work so he doesn't have to rush, also, to avoid the thuderstorms that loomed around the corner.  I passed by a number of bus stops, with people waiting by the side of the bus stop sign.   It evitably evoked memories.  When I worked last summer, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/79147278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/79147278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79147278' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-79114023</id><published>2002-07-18T13:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-17T20:18:45.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Debate, SleepI debated over something yesterday evening, and I breathed a sigh of relief once my decision was made.  Sure, I might have missed out on a good opportunity.  But, since it's something that I know I won't be happy with, maybe I didn't miss any opportunities at all.  I got up at 6-something this bright, but cloudy morning, though there was no reason for me to be up so early.  I was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/79114023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/79114023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79114023' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-79024647</id><published>2002-07-16T12:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-17T20:19:21.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>StuffsIt was the end of the concert.  I carefully watched my step as I made my way toward the exit, where an employee was handing out shiny, glittering pens to all leaving guests, and I waited, gleefully, for my pen.  As I neared the exit, I noticed some guests took multiple pens, and worse, they were all given away by the time I got there.  Oh, the injustice!  I was obviously upset at the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/79024647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/79024647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79024647' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-78953118</id><published>2002-07-14T21:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-17T20:19:48.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thought of the moment, writingSome writers could capture the moments so beautifully that their words can paint for even the most unimaginative reader a most exquisite picture, with each word flowing freely and lucidly into the next, like a delicate paintbrush stroke on a magnificent artwork - a masterpiece in the making.   And when that piece of artwork is finally completed, others can only </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/78953118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/78953118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78953118' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-78876920</id><published>2002-07-12T16:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-17T20:20:13.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lord of the RingsThe Lord of the Rings soundtrack has such a calming effect on me.  Just sitting here, quietly, listening.   Soft. Soothing.  Peaceful.  The music, "Breaking of the Fellowship" is a beautiful piece, though sad.  "Concerning Hobbits" is more jovial.  Those two are my favorites from the soundtrack.   I watched the movie with a friend at a theater, and I watched it again while at</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/78876920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/78876920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78876920' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-78827695</id><published>2002-07-11T14:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-17T20:20:36.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UntitledThere is so, so much I want to write about - some happy, some sad, some with indifference, and some with passions.  But I can't seemed to find the words for any of them right now.  And in a rather strange way, maybe it is better that way.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/78827695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/78827695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78827695' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-78779049</id><published>2002-07-10T11:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-17T20:21:07.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BaseballI stayed up to watch the All-Star baseball game on t.v. yesterday evening.  Granted, I am  not a huge fan of baseball.   I started watching the game around the 7th inning.  (The ending is always more exciting).   I was, of course, rooting for the American All-Stars.  Imagine my surprise when the game was still tied up at the 10th inning and 11th - when the commissioner called the tie. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/78779049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/78779049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78779049' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-78734707</id><published>2002-07-09T11:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-17T20:18:06.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Home Depot, stuffs I was in a very good mood on a recent trip to Home Depot.  In fact, I was in so good of a mood that I was excited to ask a salesperson about a new window blind (an otherwise boring object).  Then, one of my new favorite songs came on the radio, and I was thrilled.  I was singing along (hopefully, not too badly, since I'd like to think that I didn't make it to the all-city </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/78734707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/78734707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78734707' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-78352469</id><published>2002-06-29T11:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-15T12:44:30.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Home Sweet Home, Canada, AsthmaIt's good to be home.  On our way to Canada, we visited New York (again) and a military museum - the Intrepid.   We stayed in the heart of Niagara, and we couldn't miss the Niagra Fall (including the Maiden of the Mist boat tour).  We also caught a magic show and visited the Butterfly Conservatory.  I bought a porcleain doll (my first), as it wasn't too </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/78352469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/78352469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78352469' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-78065743</id><published>2002-06-22T11:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-30T11:19:40.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Harry Potter, other tidbitsI am feeling very unsettled these days.  The  balance of peace  within me has shifted (at least as of this very moment).  Let's just hope it's only temporary.  P.S.  My sis. bought the Harry Potter's DVD.  I had watched that movie twice at the theater, and I absolutely loved it.   Yes, it's childish and imaginary, but it's also lots of fun and creative.  I read </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/78065743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/78065743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78065743' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-77896341</id><published>2002-06-18T13:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-30T11:33:54.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Political stuffs, Constitutional rights, College graduationMany people have probably heard about Jose Pidilla by now - a former  gang member turned  radical  Muslim who was recently captured by the United States.  He was suspected of having ties with Al-Qaeida and was accused of planning to build a "dirty bomb" to use against the U.S.   Pidilla was arrested when he arrived at the  airport., </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/77896341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/77896341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77896341' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-77858434</id><published>2002-06-17T16:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-30T11:21:06.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Planets, Conspiracy Theory, Fortune Cookie I listened to an entertaining  program on the radio the other night, with discussions on the detection of new  planets .  Of course, when it comes to stars and planets, many prophecies have been made. Well, the show talked about the speculations that the "Jupiter cousin" would make a close pass to earth in mid 2003 (I can't confirm the accuracy of that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/77858434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/77858434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77858434' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-77780738</id><published>2002-06-15T13:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-30T11:22:57.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Planet?I find this  article  and others like it to be absolutely fascinating.  But, more on that later.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/77780738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/77780738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77780738' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-77763090</id><published>2002-06-14T22:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-30T11:25:35.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To get a master's or notI want to get a master's degree, but I want to get it when the right time comes along.  I could earn a master's degree by studying an additional year at my college (five-year program), but that plan is currently postponed, if not eliminated.  For one, I am not sure if my alma mater has the graduate program that I need.  What exactly do I intend to study?   How am I going</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/77763090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/77763090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77763090' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-77724312</id><published>2002-06-13T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-30T11:28:24.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New blog title?I can't stand to be treated rudely by someone just because he/she happened to be in a rotten mood.  Maybe I shouldn't have titled this blog as "A New Journey".  Given the content of postings thus far, perhaps "My Pet Peeves" would be more suitable.  P.S. I've made changes to the template and the blog looks o.k on my browser.  If you have suggestions (maybe something needs </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/77724312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/77724312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77724312' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-77701167</id><published>2002-06-13T12:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-30T11:37:06.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Ramblings, 2002 NBA ChampionshipI am beginning to think that I cannot get a good night's sleep without being disrupted by loud noises (constructions or major refurnishing of some sort next door).  Just when I thought I'd finally get some peace, a voice amplifed by the microphone can be heard announcing street cleaning, followed by a loud conversation between two people, asking if the owner(s) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/77701167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/77701167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77701167' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3558472.post-77635639</id><published>2002-06-11T22:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-06-30T11:40:35.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The beginning of another new blogPessimistic outlooks have been looming over me like a dark shadow these days.  Still, everyone has ups and downs, and it seemed that I am currently on my "down" cycle.  No doubt I shall be back up in my usual cherry and optimistic self shortly. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/77635639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3558472/posts/default/77635639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anewjourney.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77635639' title=''/><author><name>Hiu K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16842409186644985811</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></entry></feed>
