<?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-18081116</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:56:17.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christine's Word</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrstinewang.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18081116/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrstinewang.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>wangwang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013245995556781454</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18081116.post-115180926715358827</id><published>2006-07-01T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T20:02:37.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Move to My MSN blog</title><content type='html'>Due to the limitation of this blog function, i moved my blog posting to a new blog in MSN from May. the link is as &lt;a href="http://wangwang75.spaces.msn.com/"&gt;http://wangwang75.spaces.msn.com/&lt;/a&gt;. 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I did not go to plants last time, but not sure about the next time. obviously this guy only stay in India once with limited time, and the following points I wanna shared with you guys:&lt;br /&gt;1. The old fashion cars he saw, i guess that is TATA, the biggest Trust in India, I do not think that company is state-owned. The owner of TATA is one of richest people in India. BTW, in an interview in CNBC, I saw a senior management officer for Benze, actually, he is an Indian. I hardly see Chinese become senior management of multinational company, to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;2. The Indian people shake heads when they say yes, but the definite the deferent way from the shaking heads when Chinese say no. So, no way to messy up when you communicate with them.&lt;br /&gt;3. I admire this guy who had courage to have lunch in catering in plant, basically the rules for our colleagues and me is never ever try the catering in plant, because that will let you down definitely.&lt;br /&gt;4. Maybe I was not dealing with plant people, did not meet so many smelly people there. Sari, the clothing Indian woman wearing normally is beautiful only for the good body shape, definitely i think some Indian women, they did not realize that.&lt;br /&gt;5. Same as China, it is more easier to find bars, store, restaurants in big city than small ones. This guys need some local people to give him some hints on that. I think the same in China. In Delhi, we went to a modern shopping mall for lunch sometimes, Pizza Hut, Friday and McDonalds all there, you even can find some very decent Chinese restaurant. By the way, the Best Chinese Restaurant I went outside of China is actually in Delhi, the name is 'China Club'. Every decent place, like 'South Beauty' branch close to Parkson in Beijing. The service is great!&lt;br /&gt;6. I do not agree with this guy about the talents of Indians. They are not stupid, their colonial language advantage over china will last at least 10 years. I met an American in Athens, he is a senior manager in HQ of KPMG consulting firm in Washington. What he told me about their business in China is like this: they had a project in China, they realized the local people are very smart, but two problems they faced are 1) limited English communication skill, like speaking skill, it is very hard to solve problem during the conference call, 2) high rotation of stuffing, they try to train their local Chinese people, and finalized they realized the qualified people normally can easily change job because the job market is really hungry about the English speaker.&lt;br /&gt;7. For driving skill, to be honestly, it is very easy to get cheap professional diver in India, so if you are decent people or middle class, you do not need to drive by yourself. I think it is the same in China, especially in Beijing. So far, i have the worst reputation of driving in our department, part of reason is I can easily get the cheap taxi, how come i need to get driving skill improved. If you compare us with middle class in US, we are lucky than them, because we can easily get the cheap labor than them. They have to drive well because they hardly afford the taxi or private driver in their country. I do not drive in India, Africa, even in Russia because we have 24 hours private driver, but i have to do that in Europe and US because driving service and taxi is so expensive. What I heard in Japan, we could not even take taxi from airport to hotel, because that will cost more than 1000USD one way, company will not pay for that.&lt;br /&gt;8. It is no doubt it very easy to see the slam in India, that was horrible. In China, we at least painted the outside walls of slam to beautify, didn't we? I do not see any points to make chinese happier, to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On overall basis, if you wanna business travel to country like India or Africa, no difference the business travel to Charlco Guizhou and Shanxi Antai. For me, the worst place i visited in my career is 'Little Jindu' on Shenyang DBD project. But we still can visit Huangguoshu Falls and 'Sanhao' VCD market, isn't it? The point is whether you can see more positive sides than negative sides, and make the positive stuff archived in your person experience.&lt;br /&gt;I know there is a lot of discussion around, which country is better, china or India, I have no comments on this questions, but i would like to put the following thought as below based on my personal experience, and I think that is more worth discussion among Chinese:&lt;br /&gt;1. Both China and India have long long history, and that make the people in both country are very tricky. like the hotel deal the guy met in Chennai, hehe... in BeiHai Park, don't we need to pay the entry tickets again again and again? hehe... If you pay the same caution in India as you in china, your trip will be the same happy.&lt;br /&gt;2. India have significant problem in there social structure, no stable middle class, most people are poor and uneducated. But since this is basically religious country, the country is stable. China is developing very fast, the gap between the rich and the poor are widening, and most Chinese, they are basically 'Freethinker'(the people who believe nothing but money and themselves'), that is a potential threat to the economy and stability of country. The same situation in Russia now, that is why Putin visited Cathedral sometimes. I hardly see the further development chance for China if we Chinese will do nothing to change.&lt;br /&gt;3. India people have never ever experience 'real revolution' like china experienced from 1840's to 1970's, basically they did not have chance get harder lessons from their own history as China did , and their traditional thought have never ever been released that much as Chinese. From this point, I would say China would exceed India very soon if India were better than China, because the change of people's thought is the key driver to a country's development.&lt;br /&gt;4. The situation in the world now is US culture leads the trend, that is the fact, if you wanna play the game, the language is very important. From this perspective, India has advantage without any doubt. Actually, the outsourcing service in India like Customer service and Legal service support, IT support is very successful in India. Most of western people they are mad at that, but they can not change because Indian labor is cheaper and with equivalent quality. I do not mean the Chinese should follow Indians, what i wanna say is Indian people, they are not stupid, each national has their way to survive in this 'international community'. Since we realized, we Chinese wanna to be part of international game, we need to figure out a way to survive too. If US people can make money in India, why we can not? 200 or 300 years ago, European send the people to new continents for punishment with 'May Flower', and 200 years later now, r they regretting about that since those excelled people are basically leading the world trend now. How big this joke it is, only European themselves know that.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, for the comments on the subject of this email, hehe.. I say i would like to send smarter and potential leader to India to learn something, not like this fool to see bad sides to comfort his 'A Q' thought. Forward my email to this guy if possible, i would like to meet him in India again. Come on, the proud sense of our country should not be built like this way.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article I received from friend is as following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;出差印度－－见识世界人口第二的国家是啥样&lt;br /&gt;印度这个国家实在太神奇了!&lt;br /&gt;因公出差，同我服务的外国公司的同事和中方合资伙伴的拍档一起去了印度5天，对印度留下了极深极深的印象。用公平的、不伤害第三世界兄弟感情的话说：我不习惯印度。用不经大脑、脱口而出的话说：印度太XXX了。本来怕伤了阶级兄弟的感情，不想写出来让亲者痛，仇者快。后来朋友们都想听，说几遍后实在觉得太费事，干脆费一下事写出来省得以后说了。&lt;br /&gt;为公正起见，保证所述绝不加任何文学修饰，见过什么说什么，以免被人责备不公，但因为视角有限造成的以偏概全就难免了。顺便加句题外话，只说我所了解的东西，是我给自己定的做人的目标之一。因为爱胡吹大气、乱作结论、背后说人长短是我的短处，我想克服这个毛病。&lt;br /&gt;星期天:&lt;br /&gt;安排去印度的旅行就不顺。不知是不是因为同他们打过仗的关系，中国没有一班到印&lt;br /&gt;度的直飞班机，只有走马来西亚、新加坡等国转。去一趟要花12小时以上。&lt;br /&gt;在吉隆坡机场就开始有不少印度人，满身酸臭(本来以为是汗味，后来才知道另有原因，后面再讲)。换票时完全没有排队这个概念，我站在一米线后，每来个印度人来都直接站在我前面，或者直接站在正办票的人身边。不过这不稀奇，我的同胞不具备这种素质的目前还占人口的绝大多数，咱都习惯了。&lt;br /&gt;半夜3点，下了飞机，来到大厅，几百人排成了两条队出关，大概因为时间太晚，只有两个柜台有工作人员，不过本来也只有三个柜台。长队曲曲弯弯，酸臭气扑鼻。蝙蝠在头顶上飞翔，人人困得不行。同行的老外凑近我悄悄说：“我已经开始想念中国了。”&lt;br /&gt;出门前到过印度的外国同事告诉我要做好思想准备，马特拉斯的机场将不同于我以往见过的任何一个机场，飞机差不多直接落到马路上，然后外面就是一千多张黑脸晃来晃去。我看倒没那么可怕，至少咱不能拿黑脸当个负面因素，那是西方发达国家的概念，咱们大家都是兄弟嘛。&lt;br /&gt;去酒店路上往窗外看，看不到什么，后来几天事实证明即使是白天也看不到什么，因为根本就什么也没有。路上不少牛在睡觉，我想大家都知道牛在印度是神，是不能杀的。还有不少野狗，眼睛红红的，象是疯的，挺吓人。&lt;br /&gt;我去的Chennai，中文要按音译不太好听。原来叫Madras-马特拉斯，印度第四大城市，离海不远。我们住了那城市里最贵的两家酒店之一，100美元一夜，另加40几美元什么什么税。后几天的经历证明外国人在这里是全面被宰的。印度人看见外国人，宰起来是全无心理负担的，谁让你们比我们富呢。比如说这一百四十几美元一夜，在中国订房时说的是“什么钱全算上，100美元”，到了这里酒店说“什么全算”意思也不是算上税，税是国家收的。很狡猾是吧。&lt;br /&gt;酒店房间里倒很有印度古色古香味道，用了很多大理石和厚厚的地毯。但银亮亮的水龙头拧开，自来水是淡黄的，带点沙子。第二天下午下雨，晚上的水就是深黄。床头有瓶装水可以用。听同事的劝，我刷牙也是用的瓶装水。基本原则是不让任何自来水进口，因为印度，或者至少是这个城市，没有上、下水系统。&lt;br /&gt;星期一:&lt;br /&gt;早起出门坐车，开一小时到公司的工厂去，5点下班后酒店，以后几天行程基本如此。一出大堂，酒店院子里全是破车，英国30年代式样的圆头圆脑的轿车，由印度最大的汽车公司造的(当然喽，公司是国营的)。我的英国同事看见这些车很高兴地说让他想起了童年。&lt;br /&gt;车走在街上，看见的街景可以说惨不忍睹，城市基础设施建设，象道路、上下水、垃圾排放等等全象是英国人留的底子，似乎自从英国人走了以后他们自己就什么也没干过。市中心很小，几条街，同中国一个小县城规模差不多，平房多楼房少，楼房没有超过5层的。平房什么顶都有，草顶也不在少数。楼房是水泥块块堆的。路只有不多的几条是水泥或柏油的，离开主路就全是土路了。&lt;br /&gt;墙全只有肩高，上面画满了竞选的标语和竞选者头像。满地污水垃圾，路上全是人。在车站，百十号人能一直站到马路中间。基本上是民族服装。三分之一人不穿鞋，剩下三分之二的人有百分之九十穿的是夹大脚趾的拖鞋。&lt;br /&gt;路边有树，天还算蓝，比中国的大城市污染小。但路上的尾气味道重得要命，他们的车全是质量极差的。基本没进口车，他们的国产车嘛，夏利同它们比都是高档车了。车不算多，但所有的车都完全不讲交通秩序，所有的车都散开在路上任意地开，不分线，不分左右，有空当有钻进去。会车时一般是两车对开，直到最后一秒才各自转向让开。&lt;br /&gt;出了城区情况就更差了。连绵不断的平房，近一半是草顶。路边每隔5米左右便是一堆垃圾，车开一小时，一直两边是垃圾。人就在垃圾上走，男人撒尿就转转身，背朝公路原地解决，女人撒尿也转转身，脸朝公路，蹲下解决，有的稍稍走两步，到墙边再蹲。&lt;br /&gt;可能是没普及教育的关系，看上去印度人好象完全没有卫生观念。举例说，路上有一滩雨水，一般人们是会绕一下的，这里的人就直接踩过去了，不管是光脚还是穿拖鞋的。&lt;br /&gt;路上不时的有牛，还有羊，还有狗。车要绕着走。刚才已经说了，车全是对开，就看谁胆大撑得住，谁就能占住车道。还经常有人横过马路，摩托带着人横过马路，牲口横过马路，没有斑马线，得哪过哪。郊外路上，大货车多了，这些车全装的是芯片控制的带音调的喇叭，还特响。想想看吧，耳边是不停的各种“5353531”、612316、612316”的高音，随着的是一辆辆货车飞驶而过，一把轮拐在你前面，将你别的刹车不止。然后在你前面不远处忽然一把轮斜飞到左面，亮出正前方一辆迎面而来的大卡车。“耶稣的十字架呀！”，同车老外惨叫着。在最后一秒钟，我们车的司机也是一把轮，把大卡车让给了后边的车了。紧张，冷汗不止。&lt;br /&gt;得提提我们这位司机。老哥早上接我们，我们一看，穿衬衫、打领带、大裤衩、光脚板。见我们都盯着他，有点不好意思，钻回车套上了双夹脚趾拖鞋。不知道开车时他穿不穿鞋，他坐前边我们看不见。&lt;br /&gt;到了我们的按公司标准建造，全球一致化的工厂，同外面对比起来象是到了天堂一样。进去赶紧喝水，我们工厂自己有纯水站制纯净水。&lt;br /&gt;但在这全球标准的厂里，印度人仍顽强地保持着他们的民族习惯。比如说，衣着。办公室里的女士依旧穿着民族服装纱丽，裹得象个枕头样地坐在电脑前，我看见就忍不住想笑，真的感觉好古董。&lt;br /&gt;除了车间必须按安全标准着装外，厂区里的卫生、食堂等处员工全是民族服装。男人们裹着脏兮兮的床单一样的破布，蹲在地上除草；女人们穿着纱丽坐在地上洗菜。&lt;br /&gt;很快吃饭时间到了，下面讲讲印度的饭。&lt;br /&gt;一进食堂，扑面一股酸臭气。我来印度前听说他们只吃蔬菜，基本不吃肉，还以为是谣言，谁知真是不吃肉。午餐有两个咖哩蔬菜、两个汤、一大堆米饭、两张抛饼，以及酸乳酪和咸菜。闻着酸臭气，打来了饭菜，满腹狐疑地一一尝尝。两个咖哩蔬菜里咖哩浓得象粥，菜全被煮碎了，吃起来酸臭酸臭的；两个汤稀稀的，尝起来象海水一样，臭咸臭咸的；酸乳酪还行，但必须放很多糖，否则太酸；抛饼不错，象咸饼干。事实上老外们根本不吃这些饭，只吃两片饼充饥而已。我心里想着大家都是第三世界兄弟，又是作客，再者为了锻炼自己的适应能力，壮着胆子开始吃起来。&lt;br /&gt;没吃两口，见印度人都用右手把菜和汤捞到饭上，用手拌好捏起来吃。觉得挺恶心的。我知道我这想法不对，可我生理上确实觉得挺恶心的。&lt;br /&gt;同行的中方同事，骂骂咧咧、对对付付地吃。&lt;br /&gt;又过了两天才知道，原来印度人身上那种酸臭味，就是吃这些咖哩菜吃出来的。我吃了三天后，在印度闷热的天气里，出的汗也变成了酸臭味。用我同事的话讲，他回美国两星期后，洗澡时还能闻见自己身上的印度味道。&lt;br /&gt;菜没敢怎么吃，吃了一堆干饭，下午3点就饿了。怨不得印度兄弟人人都吃那么一大堆饭呢，没肉不顶时候呀。&lt;br /&gt;下班回酒店，又经历了一番公路惊魂。到酒店晚上吃西餐还行。吃完了想出去遛遛，走到酒店门口没敢出去。我不是那种很把自己当回事的人，出去旅游、到国外出差，到哪里都是到处乱钻，但在这个城市我切实地感觉晚上出去对我会有危险，而外面看不出有什么东西值得我冒险出去。回来的路上我仔细地找了，没有英文的书店，没酒&lt;br /&gt;吧和其它娱乐，没有特色的市场，只有满足人基本生存需要的一些小铺子。街上没什么可逛的，满街又都是开法那么可怕的车子，算了吧。&lt;br /&gt;回到酒店打开电视，40个台里有二十七、八个是那种一男一女载歌载舞的东西，听起来调全一样，长得甚至都差不多，男的卷毛留小胡子，女的巨大的眼睛胖极了的腰，打情骂俏，恩恩爱爱。无聊至及，只好睡觉。&lt;br /&gt;星期二：&lt;br /&gt;早上上班，又重看了一遍街景，还是没找到任何感兴趣的东西。没肯德基、麦当劳或任何其它洋快餐。问同事老外，他们说在印度他们只有在酒店吃西餐，尝过印度人做的自称是汉堡包的一种东西，没法吃，即使他们有心想尝尝印度风味菜，也没有胆量在街上的饭馆里吃用印度的水烹调出来的东西，不管饭馆有多高档。&lt;br /&gt;除了找饭馆，还特别找了一下与有计算机有关的店铺或是广告，因为媒体上总是吹印度软件业如何牛，软件工程师如何多。结果是，没有在街上看到过任何与计算计有关的东西，东西指店铺、广告、标识等等，什么也没有。我不相信在这种没有计算机基础的地方能出多少计算机专家。我想会不会是因为印度被英国殖民很久，所以西方文化里对它较多认同，计算机方面同它交往较多的缘故。&lt;br /&gt;举个例子，我服务的公司是个美国公司，对中国国情还不了解，一次它要在中国做市场调查，因为不相信中国有合格的市场调查公司，就请了合作较多的一家欧洲调查公司。欧洲的公司当然没能力在中国做调查，一听是中国心想，中国，那是亚洲嘛。亚洲，那是印度的地方啊。就把活儿转包给一家印度公司。印度公司一想，中国，那是香港啊。就把活儿转包给一家香港公司。香港人是知道中国的，又把活儿转包给大陆一个很有名的市场调查公司。所以在我去旁听的时候，见到了杂七杂八的一堆人。钱是大家赚，活儿是中国人干。最后的报告是欧洲人交的，内容是中国人做的。&lt;br /&gt;举这个例子的意思是，我才不相信印度那种没普及教育、国力低下、计算机基础薄弱的地方能出多少计算机人才。他们只是因为被殖民久了，西方都知道他们，以及他们都能讲英语才给世界留下这么个印象：印度计算机工业发达，计算机人才多。他们只是会show而已。同时，不会show，这一点是中国的致命缺点。象上面的例子讲的，香港人也是因为被殖民时间长，西方较了解他们，加以他们英文普及，较会show，所以好同西方打交道。&lt;br /&gt;回到看街景这个题目上来，没有快餐，没有与计算机有关的，没有百货商场或超市，没有酒吧、舞厅、游乐园等娱乐场所，看来晚上只好呆酒店里了。路上倒是有不少庙，印度教的，不大，挺破，神像是陶瓷的，好象全是个长大象鼻子的，不象我想的是摆满了四只胳膊的湿婆神以及其他N只胳膊的什么神。庙不能进，不许照相。&lt;br /&gt;今天已是第三次由穿衬衫打领带穿短裤打赤脚的老哥带我们上路了，仍然害怕得不行。在印度厂工作的英国同事告诉我们，去年公司送一批印度经理级的工程师到英国培训顺便拿国际驾照，发现他们根本没有行车道这个概念，在路上随便晃。也难怪，他们没受过这种教育。考试结果一半人的评语是“此人不适合驾车上路”，可这批人在印度都是天天开车的！&lt;br /&gt;中午吃饭时间又到了，一进食堂，闻到那比人身上味道加倍浓烈的酸臭气，中方员工不由一阵国骂出口。今天他们决定不吃菜了，吃自己带的咸菜。我硬着头皮又来了一整份，锻炼适应能力嘛。&lt;br /&gt;听印度人自己讲，之所以只吃素菜是因为教派太多，伊斯兰教、天主教、印度教，印度教本身就有几十个派别，每个派别禁吃的东西都不一样。所以在工厂里要做人人都能吃的东西就只有蔬菜了。但西方的同事讲，他们在家里也是很少吃肉的。了解不多，不敢做结论。&lt;br /&gt;晚上去家韩国馆子。印度有现代汽车的一个厂，韩国人自己开了个饭馆，好吃，味道正。从酒店要车去韩国馆子时又发现了点有意思的事，印度人是点头不算摇头算的。我说：“我晚上要租车。”印度人摇着头在本上记。我以为他没听懂，说：“是今天晚上租车出去。”他还摇头。我说：“6点钟。”仍旧可恶地摇头。我就问：“你听得懂吗？”他摇着头说：“当然。”这我才觉出来他们的习惯和我们是不一样的。&lt;br /&gt;吃完饭给中国打电话，因为电信局的人罢工打不通。这里打到中国每分钟7美元，还时通时不通。洗澡水因为下雨变成了深黄色，没敢洗，难受。只能睡觉。&lt;br /&gt;星期三：&lt;br /&gt;今天一切照旧。咬牙忍着，等着回中国。同行的中方的老同志，当过兵打过仗，在穷山沟里的工厂干过，也摇着头说：“我呀算是忍耐能力挺强的了，可这鬼地方真他妈适应不了。以后我手下谁敢不听话就叫他上印度开办事处来。”&lt;br /&gt;也确实是，这地方脏，没关系，又不是没在脏地方呆过；人不文明，有怪味，没关系，非洲不也是这样吗；穷，没的玩，那就忍着，反正几天就过去了；但没有电话(罢工)，没有互联网，感觉人象被埋起来了。而且这地方没水喝，没水用，没东西吃，这是作为一个中国人最受不了的。当天晚上吃的一吨饭更使我对这个地方倍加厌恶。&lt;br /&gt;是这样的，中方同事发现酒店里有个中餐厅，而且居然还是个四川馆子，兴高采烈地请我们去吃。6点去，发现中餐厅7点半才开(印度餐厅很多是这样，不知是不是同宗教有关)。好容易等到7点半，走进去，却闻到一股咖哩味，马上告诉侍者：“把餐具全洗干净，做的东西不许放咖哩，绝对不许放。”侍者摇着头表示同意(看人摇头称是总是感到很别扭)。&lt;br /&gt;然后问侍者：“厨子是中国来的吗？”答曰：“是马来西亚人。”再问：“会汉语吗？”答曰：“只会英语。”心里顿时凉了半截。菜谱拿来，全是英文，上写：中国炒肉、四川炒鸡、四川鱼、中国蔬菜等等，不由得对同桌说：“估计这回这中餐gan了。(gan读四声，北京话，意为完蛋了)只得点了四盘菜。&lt;br /&gt;等菜时让侍者拿来几种啤酒尝尝，全是印度国产的，没有国际知名品牌。打开一喝，没有一种能入口。想想也是，自来水那样酒能好到那里去。&lt;br /&gt;菜来了一看，果然完蛋了。中国肉是煮熟后下锅过油，加酱油再勾芡，别的什么配料全没有；四川鸡是煮熟后下锅过油，加酱油再勾芡，别的什么配料全没有；四川鱼是咸鱼，煮熟后下锅过油，加酱油再勾芡，别的什么配料全没有；最可恨的是中国蔬菜，是洋葱煮熟后下锅过油，加酱油再勾芡，别的什么配料全没有。什么时候洋葱成&lt;br /&gt;中国蔬菜了。所有菜全煮得稀烂，为了用手拌饭方便。“就他妈差加咖哩了。”我心里骂着，对对付付吃。&lt;br /&gt;吃了两口心里郁闷，让侍者上米饭，赶紧吃完了事。见侍者一人面前放了个大盘子，拿一盆饭开始往盘子里盛-又要吃拌饭！我大喊一声住手，同他说，请给每人拿一个碗。“屋俺-碗，圆的，小的那种。你别管我们干什么用。把这大盘子拿回去。”最后侍者虽然不懂为什么吃饭不用盘子要用碗，但还是给我们拿了。中方的同事们长出了一口气：“小同啊，可谢谢你了，要不还得拿盘子吃饭。”&lt;br /&gt;都吃完了也没吃饱，于是我把侍者叫来，告诉他，他可以把这些菜称作任何东西，就是不能叫它们中国菜。“这些全是垃圾。”我同他说：“现在请你们那个马来中国厨子给我们炒个鸡蛋吃。只要用油炒，不要西式的做法，什么单面煎、双面煎、蛋饼，全不要，只要用油炒就好。”&lt;br /&gt;“那好，”他彬彬有礼地摇着头说：“您要单面煎还是双面煎？”&lt;br /&gt;星期四：&lt;br /&gt;最后一天，同英国同事聊了聊，知道了一点印度的风俗人情。&lt;br /&gt;直到今天，印度还保留着种姓制度，婆罗门、刹帝利、首陀罗、吠舍，吠舍即untouchable,即贱民。贱民是没有姓的，他们的名字是一串长得可怕的字母，前面还加上他们父亲的名字的第一个字母，借以表出他的家族。有些贱民信了天主教后起了Martin,Jeffrey之类的教名作为名字，原来的名字就作为姓了。所以从名字上就可以&lt;br /&gt;看出印度人的出身。&lt;br /&gt;目前印度还有90%以上的父母包办婚姻，而且90%以上的人觉得这样很好。他们一般是男孩家长给自己儿子登广告，介绍情况。女方家长就看报纸找女婿，觉得合适就把女儿的情况写信寄过去。男孩家长从来信中挑三个给儿子看，儿子可以挑其中一个，也可以全挑来进行相亲。经过拜见女方亲属，同女孩谈话，合适后一般一次就可定下亲事。和中国不一样的是，印度由女方准备彩礼。有时女方先嫁过去，因为家境变化付不出彩礼了，男方有时就会杀妻。我的同事在印度两年，从报上读到6次这样的杀妻案件。杀妻虽然是犯罪，但一般都策划很好，由男方亲戚什么的动手，加上社会舆论并不谴责，所以一般惩罚都不是很重。&lt;br /&gt;同印度员工聊天，他们对中国知道得和我们对印度知道得一样少，但他们很爱看中国功夫片，喜爱成龙。他们告诉我，不仅女人在额头点痣，信印度教的人不分男女全要点，从点的不同图案就可看出他/她的派别。我曾见过有的人额上的图案看上去相当野蛮。&lt;br /&gt;还没有谈印度的女人，人们都有个印象以为印度女人很漂亮，去年世界小姐不是印度的嘛。但至少我不这样以为，我是个走路很爱东张西望的人，在那里几天，从没见到什么吸引人的美女。可能是因为穷的关系，宗教的关系，限制了人们打扮吧，我不太肯定。印度裔世界小姐，那是包装出来的，多么虚伪做作！老外看不出名堂来，咱们&lt;br /&gt;还能不懂？&lt;br /&gt;我的采购部同事同印度采购部同事出去参观工厂，路上印度同事找了饭馆请他吃饭。想想印度的水，他只好称胃病犯了，躲过这一劫。&lt;br /&gt;晚上终于要走了，上了马来西亚航空公司的飞机，见到华族空姐白白的皮肤，甜甜的笑，还有她们不太熟练但发音纯正的中国话，再从她们手中接过一杯可口可乐，感觉完全就象上了天堂一样。&lt;br /&gt;听说人家印度人考托福都是几千人象牲口一样被赶到一个晒谷子的大院子里，大家都坐在地上，然后象村广播站一样用大喇叭放录音，后面来的人没地方做，就骑在墙头上，蹲在书树叉上，大声问地上的人前面的录音里都说啥了。&lt;br /&gt;就这样人家还都能考到670，底于660的都属聋子，瞎子一类的残疾。&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************&lt;br /&gt;   联想集团     人力资源(中国)运营中心&lt;br /&gt;   薪酬福利服务         崔燮宁&lt;br /&gt;   Tel:(010)58866228/13910634726&lt;br /&gt;   Fax:(010)58867002&lt;br /&gt;   E-mail：cuixn@lenovo.com&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18081116-114424473649873331?l=chrstinewang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrstinewang.blogspot.com/feeds/114424473649873331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18081116&amp;postID=114424473649873331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18081116/posts/default/114424473649873331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18081116/posts/default/114424473649873331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrstinewang.blogspot.com/2006/04/q-wake-up.html' title='A Q wake up'/><author><name>wangwang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013245995556781454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18081116.post-113990391372980004</id><published>2006-02-13T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T23:58:33.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Figure Skating in Winter Olympic 2006</title><content type='html'>I can not help writing down something after I turned off my TV 1am in my hotel room in Moscow last night. One Olympic Figure Skating game gave me so much enjoyment!.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I came back to my hotel at 10pm, and turned on the TV, they were broadcasting the Figure Skating Final for Free Skating pairs in Winter Olympic 2006 of Turino. I am a fans of Figure Skating because it will be not a game but an art presentation if a perfect combination of Difficulty, Strength and Art Dance can be achieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, Russian team monopoly the top positions But to my surprise, Chinese have 3 pairs appears in the Final game, and one of them rank at 2nd after the Short Program. Finally, after Russian top tier gave a perfect presentation which is too good to be better, the last Chinese pair (Zhang&amp;amp;Zhang)came out to finalize the whole. Unfortunately, in the first move, the girl was thrown by the boy too hard to be land firmly, and she fell on the ground heavily. She stood up and she hardly moved after that. I regretted for them because they had the biggest chance to challenge Russian's monopoly of Gold Medal. Anyway, the other two Chinese pairs were already sitting on the silver and brozon position at that time. However, one thing kept me from turn off the TV is that fallen Chinese girl did not leave the game ground and keep skating around again and again. Finally they complete the presentation, and judges gave them silver medal. You may say this silver medal came from emotions, but i would say that came from the recognition of determination of the players. 'Never Give Up', the spirit of Olympics, isn't it? Sport is attractive to people not only because players plays well, but also because it always gives us a surprise and opportunity. Like very time you open the master piece, you always can find some story striking your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my writing looks like a naive homework from primary school kids, but I would say I never feel such proud of my country in my life. Chinese team, I am cheering for you, and i am proud of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18081116-113990391372980004?l=chrstinewang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrstinewang.blogspot.com/feeds/113990391372980004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18081116&amp;postID=113990391372980004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18081116/posts/default/113990391372980004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18081116/posts/default/113990391372980004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrstinewang.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-figure-skating-in-winter-olympic.html' title='One Figure Skating in Winter Olympic 2006'/><author><name>wangwang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013245995556781454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18081116.post-113924599733742682</id><published>2006-02-06T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T01:28:46.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home town trip before the Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>Thanks for Russia Federation, and I got a chance to go back to my small hometown (Bejing) before the Chinese New Year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/1600/PwC-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/320/PwC-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 1: My batch in PwC and Me, hehe... let's use this one for 2006 version and added to our collection abulm, it is a pity that 'Xiao Ma Ge', 'Dan dan' and 'Little Hu' could not make it. Anyway, let's say, For ever young:P....... hopefully next time, the Re: email will not bombing my email box again&lt;br /&gt;Oh, 'Dong Xin'was not there either, anyway, just got a message, she had baby girl in Feb, so sweet... God bless both mother and daughter, and not, Lao He's son have two girls to choose, Jack's and Dong's daughters, hahaha.... this world need a balance, gangs, hurry up... we expecting more good news like this*_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/1600/Tom%20team.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/320/Tom%20team.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 2: See my badge, hehe... at least i looked still like a member of Tom Team. Lao Wang is still very happy with audit work, and it seems that Tom Team is in very good shape, and tough work period has gone. I am very happy because I can find a job in Tom Online Now, haha... although we were thinking that would be a nightmare, zzzzzzzzzzzzzz..... maybe now is the same, let's talk to Yang Hua, she has better sense, i think.....xixixi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/1600/University.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/320/University.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 3: Had reunion with my pals in University, we are Red Woman Amy, haha... where is the political director? ok, will figure out later...Happy Chinese New Year*_*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18081116-113924599733742682?l=chrstinewang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrstinewang.blogspot.com/feeds/113924599733742682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18081116&amp;postID=113924599733742682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18081116/posts/default/113924599733742682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18081116/posts/default/113924599733742682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrstinewang.blogspot.com/2006/02/home-town-trip-before-chinese-new-year.html' title='Home town trip before the Chinese New Year'/><author><name>wangwang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013245995556781454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18081116.post-113667664988182639</id><published>2006-01-07T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T07:29:34.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion in San Fran</title><content type='html'>Jan 7th, 2006, Junior Suite in Westin San Francis, I met some old friends in university and their Hus, Here you are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/1600/Xue,Qing&amp;I.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/320/Xue%2CQing%26I.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 1: Qing and I want to have this picture with Xue, only because, hehe... there four people here:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/1600/all%20girl%20in%20SF.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/320/all%20girl%20in%20SF.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 2: All girls in San Fran, hehe... my pleasure with all beauties in Ji94.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/1600/allguys%20in%20SF-ha.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/320/allguys%20in%20SF-ha.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 3: wanna pitures for all, but what's wrong?! haha, whose fault? see the picture 4, then you can find the guy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/1600/all%20guysin%20SF.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/320/all%20guysin%20SF.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picutre 4: ok, this time is good, that guy is Liu Yang's Hus....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18081116-113667664988182639?l=chrstinewang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrstinewang.blogspot.com/feeds/113667664988182639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18081116&amp;postID=113667664988182639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18081116/posts/default/113667664988182639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18081116/posts/default/113667664988182639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrstinewang.blogspot.com/2006/01/reunion-in-san-fran.html' title='Reunion in San Fran'/><author><name>wangwang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013245995556781454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18081116.post-113606200176839333</id><published>2005-12-31T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T08:16:36.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Jersey and New York Again</title><content type='html'>Thanks for annual conference, i got a chance to back to Jersey and New York City again and see my old friends ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/1600/zizi&amp;I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/320/zizi%26I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/1600/Marget&amp;I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/320/Marget%26I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 1: Margaret and Zizi, r u still enjoy the city life, amazing central park...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/1600/Jean&amp;son.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/320/Jean%26son.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 2: Jean and her son, hehe... let me see whether I can get chance to to say happy birthday again:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/1600/rutgers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/320/rutgers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 3: Jing, Yifan, Yan and Yanyan.... how many new babies I will see when we meet again?:P at least one, isn't it*_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/1600/new%20girl%20in%20jackie"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/320/new%20girl%20in%20jackie%27s%20home.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 4: Jackie, have more fun with your little daughter....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18081116-113606200176839333?l=chrstinewang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrstinewang.blogspot.com/feeds/113606200176839333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18081116&amp;postID=113606200176839333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18081116/posts/default/113606200176839333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18081116/posts/default/113606200176839333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrstinewang.blogspot.com/2005/12/back-to-jersey-and-new-york-again.html' title='Back to Jersey and New York Again'/><author><name>wangwang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013245995556781454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18081116.post-113606197397884911</id><published>2005-12-31T12:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T08:38:28.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Leave 2005</title><content type='html'>Home leave is happy because I was with my mumy and dady...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/1600/Dady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/320/Dady.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 1: Mr. 'Jiang Zemin' was reviewing the Vancour news....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/1600/Mumy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/320/Mumy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 2: Ms Wang is now ready for the food now:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/1600/Stanford.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/320/Stanford.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 3: Maybe I went to Stanford in wrong season?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/1600/beauty&amp;me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/320/beauty%26me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 4: Hawaii Beaty, you show how long the way I need to go to be 'really fit'...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18081116-113606197397884911?l=chrstinewang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrstinewang.blogspot.com/feeds/113606197397884911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18081116&amp;postID=113606197397884911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18081116/posts/default/113606197397884911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18081116/posts/default/113606197397884911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrstinewang.blogspot.com/2005/12/home-leave-2005.html' title='Home Leave 2005'/><author><name>wangwang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013245995556781454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18081116.post-113354516097948212</id><published>2005-12-02T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T09:39:21.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a long weekend in Nov, 2005</title><content type='html'>Just got 4 days weekend from Nov 24-26, haha... so many things to do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Copenhagen, after long term walking in the rain, I saw the Mermid statute with some Chinese guys surrounding for photo's. What a shame, the Chinese guys.... I tried to run away, and entered the king troop camp, a beautiful and neat place without people track, and final I realized all the officers and solders are hiding somewhere, hehe... In Tivoli park, I have a wonderful Chinese food. Most weird thing, I met a Chinese girl, although I did not know her name, we had good time there. We found a statue in a big royal garden, and took pictures there, and finally we realized that the statue we were with are Anderson, the famous the Tales Writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Dublin, I walked a long way to Guinness museum, hehe... Enrique should not have chance to joke me anymore, hehe... I were Dublin, and I visited the Highlights here, like Guiness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In London, I met Lei Jiang, my old university classmate, kind of missing social life in Beijing now. Walking through all the Bond Street, did not get the chance to find the things I wanna buy, Sucks! Like that song sang 'she is a window shopper' :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another rainy day, I had to go to movie theater for fun. &lt;em&gt;'Broken Flower',&lt;/em&gt; a nice funny story, a guy revisited his 4 ex-girlfriends with flower and tried to figured who is the 'Pink Lady' claiming she had a baby with him 20 years ago, and his son is coming to him very soon. In the end, all flowers are broken, no answer, no solution, the guy was standing on the cross of roads without knowing what happened, happen and will happen, hehe... What is the sense of his life? He is free from boring family stuff, and also free of happiness and fulfillment from that. Freedom may give you more pain than binding. Deeply sad movie!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18081116-113354516097948212?l=chrstinewang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrstinewang.blogspot.com/feeds/113354516097948212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18081116&amp;postID=113354516097948212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18081116/posts/default/113354516097948212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18081116/posts/default/113354516097948212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrstinewang.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-long-weekend-in-nov-2005.html' title='What a long weekend in Nov, 2005'/><author><name>wangwang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013245995556781454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18081116.post-113199165002152888</id><published>2005-11-14T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T10:07:30.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend in Prague Nov, 2005</title><content type='html'>I went to Prague this weekend. So many things happened, but I wanna shared with you guys... Ready? Let's go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 1 Cheapest Place I stayed: The hostel only about 25 Euro for two nights. For this cheap price, Alex wrote a CAD Trivia for record. Ok, I am the auditor who firstly stayed in Youth Hostel after 30. As Chinese Saying said, it will never be late as long as you has made up :P . I never ever imagined that the cheapest hotel I stayed is in Prague when I travel with CAD. However, the place is nice and even safer than some 5 star hotel I stayed before. Relaxed and just put the trust on people you met, nice feeling I ever had.... Ok, here you are, a spot check my shared room:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/320/Dorm-Hostel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 2: One large Limo on the street triggered a plan for little Han's Gang to plan a 'limo' patrolling in London during the New Eve(or Christmas? I can not remember, I will not have chance to join anyway:(!!!!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/1600/Limo.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/320/Limo.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;picture 3: A cute 'Yanshu'(Do not know English Name:P), that made me thinking of Czech Cartoon I watched when I was very very young. I love that Cartoon! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/1600/Yanshu2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/320/Yanshu2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Picture 4: Prague in Early Winter, no blue sky as post cards displayed, but still keep certain charms which attracting me so much....(besides the fancy crystal shops, galleries and the hot coffee in plastic cups for go, not tasty but hot enough to make me unfrozen:P) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/1600/Prague-Night.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/320/Prague-Night.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Picture 5: So many photoes has been taken for the Bone Church, however, I showed the following just wanna prove that I was there, no more than 20 minutes, I mean inside. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/1600/Proof1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/320/Proof1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18081116-113199165002152888?l=chrstinewang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrstinewang.blogspot.com/feeds/113199165002152888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18081116&amp;postID=113199165002152888&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18081116/posts/default/113199165002152888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18081116/posts/default/113199165002152888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrstinewang.blogspot.com/2005/11/weekend-in-prague-nov-2005.html' title='Weekend in Prague Nov, 2005'/><author><name>wangwang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013245995556781454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18081116.post-113139780159998283</id><published>2005-11-07T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T06:54:15.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend in Paris Nov 1, 2005</title><content type='html'>I went to Paris alone during the weekend although rivot news was more and more scary on TV. haha... that is best chance to try my luck there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/320/Begging%20or%20Threating.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 1: In Jardin de Tuilere, I tried to enjoy a breakfast in woods. However, with this accompany standing there, i was confused it was begging or threating.... one point is clear, it was extremly wanna take away my croissant and drink up my black tea. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/320/French%20Hot%20Dog.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 2: Since the breakfast in woods finally was robbed by the visitor without invitation, I bought a French Hot Dogs to console my broken heart. See, the baby sausage was 'swimming' in Catch-up, and 'the pool' was made by bread. Bloody hot dog did not survive from my starving slash... henghengheng &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/320/Beautiful%20ass%20-%20Peugeot.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 3: Walking along le Champs Elessey, I barely refuse to go to watch the fansy cars in show rooms. Here is most impressive car from Peugeot.... Especially for this cute ass:D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/320/Left%20bank%202.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 4: Walking along the left bank of la Seine, I could hardly breathe with such beautiful sciene. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/320/Acient%20or%20Morden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 5: Trandition or/and New Technology? a question for ever....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this big city, I did most boring city stuff, watch Movie!!!!!!!!!!!!! Eating popcorn, smiling silly... Blah blah... feeling like settle down. The movie named Corpse Bride, and the stroy is like a combination of &lt;em&gt;The Phanton of the Opera&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;em&gt; The Woman in White&lt;/em&gt;. The dancing of Skull has the black humor from &lt;em&gt;The Adams&lt;/em&gt;. Alright, the movie industry is just reproduction of 'classical' stuff, nothing else. I was a very 'desperate settler'. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sitting in the coffee shop at the left bank of la Seine, reading a book about wolves story in Mongolian Grassland, bathing the sunlight in early winter... what kind of life I could expected then? I was a very 'desperately lucky girl there... Paris, nice to see you again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18081116-113139780159998283?l=chrstinewang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrstinewang.blogspot.com/feeds/113139780159998283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18081116&amp;postID=113139780159998283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18081116/posts/default/113139780159998283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18081116/posts/default/113139780159998283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrstinewang.blogspot.com/2005/11/weekend-in-paris-nov-1-2005.html' title='Weekend in Paris Nov 1, 2005'/><author><name>wangwang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013245995556781454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18081116.post-113086688833025000</id><published>2005-11-01T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T10:00:03.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend in London Oct, 2005</title><content type='html'>I went to London for weekend on Thursday, Oct 27th, 2005. Thanks for the Belgium's national strike. I got extra one day in London...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, since Little Han was not available, Perlita and I did a 'walk through' testing on Bond Street, Oxford Circles, Charing Cross, China Town, Trafargal Square, St. James Park and Buckinghem Place. Some 'Issues' were noted, such as a Chinese Resteraunt which providing good Japanese food, Two Indian Movie Stars who performing hot kiss in Trafargal Square, Squaralls who collecting food for winter in St. James Park. Final audit report were prepared in Starbucks closed to Buckinghem Palace. The opinion is clean, and the risk were all mitigated:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/320/Blue%20sky%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, Little Han and I went to see the 'Woman In White', long long story still make us not miss the preparation of dinner. Finally, my poor cutting skill was tartooed on the big blocked potatoes, although I tried to put Chen Xin's Franchise on that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Sunday, Little Han and I went to the Cambridge, the little town full of Colleges which reuqired entrance fees for visitors. The weather is not typical British, shining, clear and warm. After this trip, I catched up the card playing and TV Series for 'Zhong An Liu Zu'. hehe... happy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/320/Blue%20Sky%20-%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, on Monday, I left Little Han's house with Chen Xin's Oyster Card and SIM Card and with the lamps on, that is a potetial fire cause. Sorry, that is me, easy to foget the things... Promise to Chairman Mao, I will never ever do this  again!!! (all ten finger prints stamped here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18081116-113086688833025000?l=chrstinewang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrstinewang.blogspot.com/feeds/113086688833025000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18081116&amp;postID=113086688833025000&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18081116/posts/default/113086688833025000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18081116/posts/default/113086688833025000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrstinewang.blogspot.com/2005/11/weekend-in-london-oct-2005.html' title='Weekend in London Oct, 2005'/><author><name>wangwang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013245995556781454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18081116.post-113024207956048198</id><published>2005-10-25T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T05:48:45.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend in Brussels in Oct, 2005</title><content type='html'>Last weekend, my friend Fran and Key visited me in Brussels, we had a lot fun there. Here are some highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story 1: We had a wonderful seafood dinner at the Butcher's Street, but the price is also very amazing although we did not even order the famous Frech Fies. Our table sat in good position because we can see the falling rain, still keeping warm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/1600/Fantastic%20dinner1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/320/Fantastic%20dinner1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story 2: Despite of trouble set by Belgian in direction, we finally found Tintin Museum. Fran 'stole' Milou and run away, but I cautch her crimal evidence.:P To cover my mouth, she allowed me to 'abuse' Milou for one second....*_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/1600/"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/320/%27Thief%27%20Fan1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/1600/"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/320/%27Abusing%27%20Milou2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;story 3: Fran and I happy to reunion in Brussels, so we dressed up the 'lover's' pants and skirt in Green to memorize that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/1600/Green%20Pant&amp;Skirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6045/1760/320/Green%20Pant%26Skirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18081116-113024207956048198?l=chrstinewang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrstinewang.blogspot.com/feeds/113024207956048198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18081116&amp;postID=113024207956048198&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18081116/posts/default/113024207956048198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18081116/posts/default/113024207956048198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrstinewang.blogspot.com/2005/10/weekend-in-brussels-in-oct-2005.html' title='Weekend in Brussels in Oct, 2005'/><author><name>wangwang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11013245995556781454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
