We went to grab pizza at the Pizzahut the other day. We managed to set up the ideal salad plate but failed to . I pasted the pic of maybe the world record plate here in memory of the great try and taste.

      When people got sick, he or she is certainly becoming a bastard. I got sick the other day, though nothing serious, I cannot do anything I want thanks to the cough and cold. I even lost my appetite. The only thing i want to have at that moment was porridge. Apparently I had a sore throat. Though this is the only leisure time that can bring me out of the hustle and bustle, sleep is all i can enjoy.
      I wrapped myself into the thick quilt with my head out to breathe. This made me look exactly like a turtle man. Everything was out of my reach. Food, books, magazines and the remote control were out there on my desk. Instead of getting up to fetch alll the stuff and catching another cold, I chose to stay in warm bed and keep the old one away.
      I slept over 8 hours during the day, my cold finally gave in. During my sleep i heard birds singing and dog barking which indicates a nice day outside. Perhaps it is the time that i turned into a good mood.
      No wonder how sick you are, never let your mood come down to a bastard.

 I worked opposite my project manager so that i can observe him clearly. What made him so energetic and creative. All in all, what made him so successful. It seemed that most successful people are having the similar taste tough they tended to argue for their own characteristics.
     Once I heard from a radio broadcast that a successful man should at least have 19 different shirts in his wardrobe. Ten among all should be white regular ones in case that you don't have the time to laundry during the weekdays. Seven should be those with flowers,stripes or of a simple color like blue ,grey and red. The last two should be expensive enough so that the master of the shirts can enter for various party. and of course the more and the more fantastic the parties are, the more shirts will be needed.
     Unfortunately i cannot afford so much shirts right now. So you can make a conclusion that i am still on the way to succeed.
     My project manager surely have a lot of nice shirts in order to fit different occassions. In this case, shirts are not only shirts. They are somewhat the symbol of one's position. People imbue the collar in white with the idea of brainwork employees. But actually most officers chose to wear other collar. White stands for solemnity and purity. Only special situation like wedding or presentation will people be willing to be dressed in white. Or simply because those people are too lazy to do the laundry frequently.Maybe

   Whoops, i did it again! We tend not to make the same mistake ever again. Life comes up and down and you know there is destiny. It was just like falling down on the street.
   Figo, Phoebe, tutu and I went skating on the real ice this Monday. I don't show any talent on sports and i was worried about falling down all the time. But the coach told me if you wanted to learn , you must be ready to fall down. And the truth is the more you wanted to fall, the less possible you will. When you low down your body, you become more steady.
   Figo by the way is born with skating, though the first time, he did quite a good job for his virgin show. I appreciated his performance, to be honest. I appreciated his characteristics also.He is a real hero that will never be beaten down. He can always stand up where he fell down immediately.
As a friend of his, I took pride in hime and when necessary i will always show my support for him.
   When you feel depressed, it's alright. We need to be at the bottom sometime so that we can dash to another peak of our life. But we should never judge ourselves out of the game and stay in our own shed for good. When there is a game, we should always yell"take me out to the game". Life is a game and so fabulous that we can hardly refuse to enter for.

ps. Wish every player  a propitious future.
    

    I went to the Jingan Temple with my tutu the other day. It is really amazing when you can find a religious place where you can get away from the hustle and bustle lying exactly downtown. The temple was newly furbished with golden tiles on the roof, red on the wall,which made it magnificent.
    We arrived there early that day, there were few prayers. and the ticket this year was less expensive than that of last year. We donot have to pay a lot of money on how to see the Budda  but on our heart and soul. There are three rooms in the temple,the north hall with east and west wings on its sides. During the visit in the temple, I came across two foreigners who were taking pictures of the Budda. Most elder will consider this photographing as a taboo,but those two blondes enjoyed themselves very much. I was wondering perhaps they just did not believe in Budda
and nowadays what do people really believe? Is it because we lack of belief or we had enough?
     Actually there is too much to believe. and People are easily involved into a trust crisis. The media and all the wise are trying to persuade people to stand on their own bucket. We have a society that combines every little independent indivuals but not every little group. Indivuals seemed to be the most effective choice of the society without regard to longliness.
     The relationship between human and society are easily turing into the Longliness vs Carnivals. More and more pubs, parties are mushrooming by days. Are we become any happier or just become more and more scared of the inresistable disasters. I couldn't help wonder are we go into the wrong direction or are we just copying what the history already presented.
     At least it is good to see lots of people, totally stranger to each other, were showing their mercy and piety towards the Budda and were praying with their heart and soul in the temple. There is love in heart and is therefore hope in world.