<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-2815214129444866121</id><updated>2024-08-28T08:20:01.183-05:00</updated><category term="Thought"/><category term="Quote"/><category term="Movie"/><category term="Story"/><category term="Cooking"/><category term="Marriage"/><title type='text'>Life...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815214129444866121/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815214129444866121/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01500933132586233607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815214129444866121.post-6260444890105910069</id><published>2012-10-17T15:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2015-09-01T23:57:10.451-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thought"/><title type='text'>Frog pregnancy test</title><content type='html'>Watch the video on the movie my friend is making &quot;Poor Pussy,&quot; and it mentioned how you can find out if you&#39;re pregnant by injecting your urine in a frog. I checked it out, and it turns out there is a recent story about it. I never knew.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;iframe frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;429px&quot; scrolling=&quot;no&quot; src=&quot;http://www.indiegogo.com/project/244026/widget/1597932&quot; width=&quot;224px&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/feeds/3519988521088716713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/2012/10/20121009-poor-pussy-short-film.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815214129444866121/posts/default/3519988521088716713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815214129444866121/posts/default/3519988521088716713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/2012/10/20121009-poor-pussy-short-film.html' title='Poor Pussy - A Short Film'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01500933132586233607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815214129444866121.post-1311096652890129522</id><published>2012-09-18T07:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2015-09-01T23:57:29.149-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thought"/><title type='text'>What&#39;s Going On?</title><content type='html'>I heard Marvin Gaye&#39;s song &quot;What&#39;s Going On?&quot; recently, and it made me think about the way a lot of things are being portrayed in the media.&lt;br /&gt;
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When did we become such a gang? What happened to love and understanding? When did we have to get back at people for what they&#39;ve done to our people? How is that going to stop them from wanting to get back at us for what we plan to do to them? When did we become us versus them because we can&#39;t work together to solve our world&#39;s problems? There&#39;s no working with them because they&#39;re illogical and is there any working with us because we already made up our minds that they&#39;re illogical?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&quot;Actions have reactions, don&#39;t be quick to judge. You may not know the hardships people don&#39;t speak of. It&#39;s best to step back and observe with couth. For we all must meet our moment of truth.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Why are lyrics from a rapper showing more love and understanding them some of the things I hear and read about today?&lt;/div&gt;
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I&#39;m excited. I love being alive. I like the feeling of making a difference in people&#39;s lives. I love this country. I love this world. I love going to new places. I can&#39;t help but think of a Gza lyric.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Why should you die to go to heaven?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We make this world hell ourselves. We divide ourselves. We divide our country. We divide our world. I&#39;m not naive and think that we can all get together and fix all our problems, but we got to at least have the right mind set of let&#39;s work on it. Why does everything seem like it boils down to they are a greater evil and we are causing a lesser evil? A lesser evil is still worst than a greater good or a lesser good? Focus on making a small difference in a positive way as oppose to hurting them more since it&#39;s justified as a lesser evil in comparison to their evil.&lt;/div&gt;
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Two head are not better than one if they can&#39;t work together. They hold each other back. Two people who somewhat work together can get the same work done as one person without as much effort. Two people who are in sync can do amazing things that one person alone can&#39;t do.&lt;/div&gt;
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Why am I quoting Wu-Tang of all people? I know there has to be some positive media out there but it seems the mainstream media in my face is just promoting such a negative path. When did the focus get off of being good people to how evil they are? Us versus them like it&#39;s our gang versus theirs?&lt;/div&gt;
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Pharmacist: It cost $$$ without insurance.&lt;br /&gt;
Patient: I guess my daughter is going to have to be hyper this month cause I ain&#39;t paying that!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/feeds/7420970680571238800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/2012/08/20120822-hyper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815214129444866121/posts/default/7420970680571238800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815214129444866121/posts/default/7420970680571238800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/2012/08/20120822-hyper.html' title='Hyper'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01500933132586233607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815214129444866121.post-6899069413042896693</id><published>2012-07-16T13:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2015-09-01T23:58:15.563-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Story"/><title type='text'>Resume Tip</title><content type='html'>For about half a year, I&#39;ve been getting phone calls asking for Robin. At first, I thought she had a similar number to mine and that is why everyone is calling me on accident. After numerous phone calls, I started probing more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;It turns out Robin posted a resume on Monster.com and accidently put my cell number on her resume instead of her own cell number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;Apparently Robin has an excellent medical billing resume because I been getting a lot of calls offering jobs. What&#39;s the point of a good resume though if employers can&#39;t get a hold of you? Next time Robin proof read your resume, or apply to jobs that offering an amazing six figure salary for doing something like house sitting. Then I can probably retire early thanks to your resume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I told her no but I thought about it. The only things I have are food, and the things she has are clothes. She can eat the food but I can&#39;t wear the dresses. I guess it&#39;s true...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/feeds/5002817601434917132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/2012/02/whats-yours-is-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815214129444866121/posts/default/5002817601434917132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815214129444866121/posts/default/5002817601434917132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/2012/02/whats-yours-is-mine.html' title='What&#39;s yours'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01500933132586233607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815214129444866121.post-4398047468685811002</id><published>2012-02-22T22:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2015-09-01T23:59:56.894-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thought"/><title type='text'>Still there for you</title><content type='html'>I heard &quot;Cloudless Day&quot; today by Jay Chou. It brought me back to the days I use to listen to that song walking along Santa Monica in my chef jacket. Walking and thinking about where life would take me? Wondering how work would be that day? Would chef send me on a catering job? Would another food critic come to dinner? Making desserts at Il Grano seems such a long time ago?&lt;br /&gt;
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I haven&#39;t blogged in a long time. I use to write all the time in Xanga. Remember Xanga? Seems like no one writes on there anymore. Seven years ago I wrote &quot;Blood is thicker than water, but loyalty is thicker than blood.&quot; It&#39;s from the movie My Wife is a Gangster. Who knew I would marry a gangster of a wife like the one I have? Haha, love my wife. She&#39;s a spunky one.&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s true. The one thing I learned in life is that titles mean nothing. It&#39;s the loyalty you show people that builds relationships. Loyalty doesn&#39;t mean you always agree or be nice. I think it sticks out in my mind like what my friend told me once. &quot;I&#39;ll be the first to tell you, you wrong, but I&#39;ll still be there for you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I feel like I don&#39;t spend enough time to clearly express my thoughts out but that is life. The time you spend thinking about life is the time that life past you by I guess.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/feeds/4398047468685811002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/2012/02/february-22-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815214129444866121/posts/default/4398047468685811002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815214129444866121/posts/default/4398047468685811002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/2012/02/february-22-2012.html' title='Still there for you'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01500933132586233607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815214129444866121.post-8942706753581397202</id><published>2011-12-12T14:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2015-09-02T00:00:23.845-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quote"/><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>A good character is the best tombstone. Carve your name on people&#39;s hearts not marble.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/feeds/8942706753581397202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/2011/12/quote-of-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815214129444866121/posts/default/8942706753581397202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815214129444866121/posts/default/8942706753581397202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/2011/12/quote-of-moment.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01500933132586233607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815214129444866121.post-8141996205332422847</id><published>2009-09-14T21:27:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2015-09-02T00:00:30.729-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thought"/><title type='text'>Where your heart belongs</title><content type='html'>Everyday of our lives we past by so many people. For a second in time, we are inches apart. From that second we continue on. Some turn and walk away never to past by us ever again. Some face us and become close friends.&lt;br /&gt;
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Everyday we brush by so many people. Some we never met again. Some we become close friends with. Today, you walk slowly towards her. She walks slowly towards you. Only inches apart, yet both of you look forward never looking back...&lt;br /&gt;
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And it rains. The cold water drips down your face. A face appears before you. She stands with her head down. You reach out with your heart in your hand. Suddenly you pull back. You place your heart back in your chest. A painful suffocating feeling builds inside of you. Still you hold on afraid to let go of your heart. Inches away yet miles apart. She walks away...&lt;br /&gt;
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You turn and walk away. It&#39;s not that your strong but you don&#39;t believe in standing still...&lt;br /&gt;
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Does she remember me? It doesn&#39;t matter. She was never an ending in your life. And you run. They say the body loses water when you run so you&#39;ll have none left only for tears. You shed tears?&lt;br /&gt;
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A warm breeze brushes your face fooling you with its warmth. And you let yourself go. A heart can only float so long, however. Just as quickly as the warm embrace came, it left leaving you colder than ever before. Floating your heart ever so high only to let it fall ever so fast. Who knew how hard it would be to pick up all those broken pieces of a dream. Each piece cutting ever so deep into soul. A  fragile thing it is...&lt;br /&gt;
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Well you never believed you could ever be the same, yet you slowly piece it all together again. Holding ever so tightly to your heart. Holding it deep down inside. The deeper you hide it inside of you the emptier you feel.&lt;br /&gt;
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Everyday we brush by so many people. Some we never met again. Some we become close friends with. Today, you walk slowly towards her. She walks slowly towards you. Only inches apart, yet both of you look forward. Today you look back to see her eyes...&lt;br /&gt;
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Suddenly, you realize in her eyes, you see a part of your soul. From that moment on, you know everything in your life before that moment was to prepare you for her. Your heart was never meant to be caged inside of you, but kept free inside of her soul. With her is where your heart  belongs and is where it will always be.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/feeds/8141996205332422847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/2009/09/where-your-heart-belongs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815214129444866121/posts/default/8141996205332422847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815214129444866121/posts/default/8141996205332422847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/2009/09/where-your-heart-belongs.html' title='Where your heart belongs'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01500933132586233607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815214129444866121.post-2650742690816635958</id><published>2009-03-30T19:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2015-09-02T00:00:38.519-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thought"/><title type='text'>Simply because</title><content type='html'>Endure not yet, A breach, But an expansion, Like gold to aery thinness beat...Simply because you&#39;re near me...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/feeds/2650742690816635958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/2009/03/simply-because-youre-near-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815214129444866121/posts/default/2650742690816635958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815214129444866121/posts/default/2650742690816635958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/2009/03/simply-because-youre-near-me.html' title='Simply because'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01500933132586233607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815214129444866121.post-6546509983161729698</id><published>2009-03-04T17:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2015-09-02T00:00:48.104-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thought"/><title type='text'>Eat, sleep, pharmacy</title><content type='html'>Eat, Sleep, Pharmacy.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/feeds/6546509983161729698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/2009/03/eat-sleep-pharmacy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815214129444866121/posts/default/6546509983161729698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815214129444866121/posts/default/6546509983161729698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/2009/03/eat-sleep-pharmacy.html' title='Eat, sleep, pharmacy'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01500933132586233607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815214129444866121.post-7274427851065590326</id><published>2009-02-16T20:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2015-09-02T00:00:04.042-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thought"/><title type='text'>Appreciation</title><content type='html'>Ignorance is bliss but knowing makes you appreciate it more.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/feeds/7274427851065590326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/2009/02/appreciation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815214129444866121/posts/default/7274427851065590326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815214129444866121/posts/default/7274427851065590326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/2009/02/appreciation.html' title='Appreciation'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01500933132586233607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815214129444866121.post-1140324910172184046</id><published>2009-02-08T21:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2015-09-02T00:01:14.966-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thought"/><title type='text'>Where it&#39;s going</title><content type='html'>I guess I been feeling a lack of inspiration lately.  I feel like I haven&#39;t done anything original in a long time.  It&#39;s like all my drive is gone.  Where is all the will to do something big?  To make it on my own?&lt;br /&gt;
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I saw this quote on a friend&#39;s twitter that mentions &quot;It&#39;s not where you take things from - it&#39;s where you take them to.&quot; - Jean-Luc Godard&lt;br /&gt;
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All this time I been looking to myself to find some sort of inspiration to do something new, but I guess I forgot it doesn&#39;t matter where the inspiration comes from, it&#39;s what you do with it.  Find a new idea or build on a old just take it somewhere.  It doesn&#39;t matter who or what thought of it, it matters where you take it to.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/feeds/1140324910172184046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-its-all-going.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815214129444866121/posts/default/1140324910172184046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815214129444866121/posts/default/1140324910172184046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-its-all-going.html' title='Where it&#39;s going'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01500933132586233607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815214129444866121.post-5384614131626392988</id><published>2009-02-08T21:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2015-09-02T00:00:54.121-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quote"/><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;
&quot;It&#39;s not where you take things from - it&#39;s where you take them to.&quot; - Jean-Luc Godard&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/feeds/5384614131626392988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/2009/02/quote-of-day-02082009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815214129444866121/posts/default/5384614131626392988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815214129444866121/posts/default/5384614131626392988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/2009/02/quote-of-day-02082009.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01500933132586233607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815214129444866121.post-8138987355121652116</id><published>2009-02-03T01:12:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2015-09-02T00:01:08.208-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thought"/><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>Everyone say they know there are more have nots than haves, yet everyone forgets that includes themselves. A lot of people seem to think that their included in the have nots, but if you got internet and you reading this, you are not included in that have not group.&lt;br /&gt;
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For everything you don&#39;t have, there&#39;s more people with even less. You think you have it bad with one parent? Think of the kid with no parents? What&#39;s with the mentality that life gives you the short end of the stick?&lt;br /&gt;
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Don&#39;t give me wrong, I&#39;ll give much sympathy to those people out there in hard times, but do you want to be that guy that everyone says they feel sorry for or do you want to be that guy that everyone says wow look how that guy was able to do so much with so little in life?&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ve seen and heard some crazy things. I know no matter what happens, life can be even crazier. Are you the one armed man cursing God for your missing arm or are you the man with no arms and legs thanking God you&#39;re alive? Life is all about perspective. If you get lost in the suffering, you&#39;ll never see the happiness before you.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/feeds/8138987355121652116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/2009/02/lost-in-suffering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815214129444866121/posts/default/8138987355121652116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815214129444866121/posts/default/8138987355121652116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/2009/02/lost-in-suffering.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01500933132586233607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815214129444866121.post-6587511555838511839</id><published>2009-02-03T01:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2015-09-02T00:00:17.965-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quote"/><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>Do you want to go through life with sympathy or do you want to go through life with respect? Sympathy, people will give you. Respect, you got to earn it.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/feeds/6587511555838511839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/2009/02/quote-of-day-02032009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815214129444866121/posts/default/6587511555838511839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815214129444866121/posts/default/6587511555838511839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/2009/02/quote-of-day-02032009.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01500933132586233607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815214129444866121.post-1566381951400955364</id><published>2009-01-29T18:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2015-09-02T00:01:01.562-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quote"/><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Do we look into ourselves to find that we are so afraid of how weak we are, or do we stare into ourselves to realize that we&#39;re just human beings trying the best we can to make it in an imperfect world.&lt;/em&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/feeds/1566381951400955364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/2009/01/quote-of-day-01292009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815214129444866121/posts/default/1566381951400955364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815214129444866121/posts/default/1566381951400955364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/2009/01/quote-of-day-01292009.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01500933132586233607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815214129444866121.post-214036751770906704</id><published>2009-01-27T19:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2015-09-02T00:00:12.800-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thought"/><title type='text'>Simple beginnings</title><content type='html'>I was reading this &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.post-gazette.com/pg/07031/758011-96.stm&quot;&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; from the Pittsburg Post-Gazette about the gigapan robot, which cost about $379, that allows people to use a point and shoot camera to take panoramic photos with such amazing detail. There&#39;s also a &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.davidbergman.net/blog/2009/01/22/how-i-made-a-1474-megapixel-photo-during-president-obamas-inaugural-address/&quot;&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; from David Bergman who used the gigapan to shoot a photo of President Obama&#39;s Inaugural Address.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;When you zoom in on the picture, you can see snipers on the roof.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;Besides being able to see snipers on the roofs, you can zoom in to see the faces of people in the crowd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Reading that article and seeing the website really amazed me how such a wonderful picture was made with a simple point and shoot camera. It really made me think back to the day I saw the 14th Dalai Lama speak at the University of California Irvine. He talked about many things, but he also said a line that caught my attention. Forgive me if it&#39;s not word for word right, but he said, &quot;From such simple beginnings as A B C, people were able to create a language, and from there people created poetry.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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It made me think how so many amazing things in life start with such simple beginnings. I think a lot of people today forget that. They are so focus on visions of grandeur, but they forget that many of the wonders of life start from very simple beginnings.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/feeds/214036751770906704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/2009/01/simple-beginnings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815214129444866121/posts/default/214036751770906704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815214129444866121/posts/default/214036751770906704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/2009/01/simple-beginnings.html' title='Simple beginnings'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01500933132586233607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815214129444866121.post-678137542126093671</id><published>2009-01-27T19:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2015-09-01T23:59:32.269-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quote"/><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>From A B C, people were able to create a language and from there they created poetry.&lt;br /&gt;
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-The 14th Dalai Lama</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/feeds/678137542126093671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/2009/01/quote-of-day-01272009_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815214129444866121/posts/default/678137542126093671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815214129444866121/posts/default/678137542126093671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/2009/01/quote-of-day-01272009_27.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01500933132586233607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815214129444866121.post-1784878442446290521</id><published>2009-01-26T19:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2015-09-01T23:59:14.521-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Movie"/><title type='text'>Ashes of Time Redux</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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After 17 years, they finally decided to re-release Ashes of Time! I been waiting for this day for awhile. Wong Kar-Wai expressed his regret in the way the original Ashes of Times was made, and embarked on a journey to re-release the film. Most of the negatives were lost, however, thus a search through various movie theater archives was made to find copies of the film so that it could be redone in better quality.&lt;br /&gt;
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Finally a version of Ashes of Time will be made where you can actually watch the film without having your eyes go blurry from all the grainy film quality, and a version with subtitles that don&#39;t take up half the screen covering the movie itself.&lt;br /&gt;
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I thought about another Wong Kar-Wai movie today, Chungking Express.  &quot;&lt;em&gt;Everyday we brush by so many people.  Some we will see again and some we will never see again.  Some will become acquaintances and some will become close friends&lt;/em&gt;.&quot;  It&#39;s pretty amazing the people you&#39;ll meet in your lifetime.  To think random moments in life could lead to such life long relationships.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think it&#39;s rare to say I&#39;ll meet a life long friend today or my true love today, and for it to actually happen.  More often than not, life happens in little moments we never planned.  The random roommate in the dorms could be your life long friend.  That person at the supermarket could be another life long friend.  Even the co-worker you use to hate could turn out to be the love of your life.&lt;br /&gt;
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Life is full of so many possibilities.  Keep your eyes open or you just might not notice it.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/feeds/4465840013483376324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/2009/01/possibilities.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815214129444866121/posts/default/4465840013483376324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815214129444866121/posts/default/4465840013483376324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/2009/01/possibilities.html' title='Possibilities'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01500933132586233607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2815214129444866121.post-1904059398573203893</id><published>2009-01-26T14:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2015-09-01T23:59:06.197-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quote"/><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;em style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;Everyday we brush by so many people. Some we will see again and some we will never see again. Some will become acquintences and some will become close friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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- Chungking Express&lt;br /&gt;
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I think a lot of people think of love, and they think of a lifetime commitment. I know people who think of love like this, and it scares them. How long will I live? How long will he live? How long will my love last? How long will his love last? Will I change? Will he change? How can I know how I’ll feel about him years from now? How can I know how he’ll feel about me years from now? I tend to look at things different…&lt;br /&gt;
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I remember watching my first Wong Kar-Wai movie, Ashes of Time. It’s horrible that there isn’t a single decent copy of that movie around. The video quality of every version available is so bad that it really takes a determined viewer to finish that movie. It’s almost like watching the static on a tv channel that is blocked. On top of that if you don’t speak Cantonese, you’ll be stuck using subtitles which either take up half the screen or are in white color text that blend in with the background. Back then, however, I always finished a movie I started. I almost didn’t finish that movie. It was such a confusing movie with so many flashbacks too. Then in the last couple of minutes, everything came together. I always look back to that movie. So many lines and moments about life that really made me think about things in a different way. There is this one line, “Love isn’t a lifetime commitment. Love is spending the best moments of your life with the one you love.”&lt;br /&gt;
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I thought about that line a lot. I not saying I don’t believe in a lifetime commitment. I’m saying love is about spending the best moments of your life with the one you love. It’s not about forever, but spending forever together. Spending the moments together. It’s not worrying how long we’ll live, but enjoying everyday you got together. We may never live these moments in life again, but we’ll never forget this moments. For these moments, no matter how fleeting or eternal are moments that define a lifetime. It’s not about being sad about the day one of us will pass away but being happy that we’re here together today. Life isn’t about the past for the past has gone. Life isn’t about the future for the future has not come yet. It’s about the present. Only in this moment can you live life. Only in this moment can you enjoy love. Live this moment and this moment will become our future. It’s simply because you are near that I feel love, and that makes me happy.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/feeds/5493767815929362651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-always-got-random-thoughts-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815214129444866121/posts/default/5493767815929362651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2815214129444866121/posts/default/5493767815929362651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lwang81.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-always-got-random-thoughts-and.html' title='Because you&#39;re near me'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01500933132586233607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>