bluepen is twenty-one & still uninteresting. it feeds on blueink, and thinks bluethoughts; only rarely does it turn white, and even then it's bluish white
What is diplomacy, really?
Israeli FM meets Iraqi PM in first ever official contact between nations
UNITED NATIONS, Sept 21 (AFP) - Israeli Foreign Minister Silvan Shalom met and had a brief exchange here Tuesday with Iraqi Prime Minister Iyad Allawi in what Israeli officials said was the first ever formal contact between the two countries.
"We were sitting next to each other," Shalom told reporters at his midtown Manhattan hotel. "It was an opportunity to talk one to another.
"We shook hands and I told him I hoped peace would come in the near future and all of them smiled and they shook my hands and that was it," he said of the three-minute exchange.
Probably that's what happens at all summits of national leaders. They smile and shake hands a lot. And we, like idiots, happily watch them on TV and believe that the world is becoming a better place.
Been spending huge amount of time on those tricky evasive html codes, more slimy than Sinatra, leaving little time to write on my own blog. i've even stopped working on new designs already. It's hellava work rewriting the codes of existing templates nicely. But the pieces are coming together. Soon i'll set the engine running again.
In the mean time, i was reminded of an engineer joke, which goes:
Four engineers were riding together in a car, which suddenly stalled and refused to restart.
The mechanical engineer said, "Let's check the engine."
The chemical engineer said, "No, let's first check the fuel composition."
The electrical engineer said, "I believe the problem lies with the electric starter."
Finally, the computer engineer said, "I suggest we all get down, and come back in to try starting again."
Basically that sums up how computer engineers work, and hence how html codes work. They defy all logics and perform little hidden tasks on their own accord. Little devils.
Okay your wait's over. The next definitive line of blogger template design is here. Many more amendments are yet to be made. But take a sneak preview while you can. Enjoy. :)
Haifeng's exact reply to my question on which the slackest faculty in Cornell is:
Haha of course it's hotel. the hotelies just cook and dress up everyday and they got graduated after 4 years... and the girls there are hot and open. So consider changing ur career goal man...
Oh my. For all you know Special Room Service could be one of the available modules.
My most whimsical method of persuading the best friend to go Berkeley with me: There's a song for San Francisco, no song for Michigan! Somehow it seemed vaguely successful. And i was referring to
I Left My Heart In San Francisco. On the left is one of the two original singers, Tony Bennett. The other is the slimy Frank Sinatra, whom someone loves with no reason apparent to me.
> 
Oh yar, there's
If You're Going to San Francisco too! That's one for arrival and one for departure. Just nice.
Few posts lately, as i've been busy with my newfound pastime - designing blog templates. i'll soon put them up so sit down, put a finger over your lips, and wait patiently.
Meanwhile, if you haven't watched Tom Hank's latest, go catch
The Terminal now. It will at least induce a tear or two, along with lots of heartfelt laughter. Watch out for Benny Golson, who was played by the legend himself. And of course, Krakozhia is purely fictional. So probably Greenbow is, too. :(
Daily snippets
Lenard: Hey i killed a fly! *raises folded newspaper in pride*
Me: Wow that's powerful!
L: *trying to throw away the carcass* Oh no it's not dead, only unconscious!
Lawrence: How much does your erhu cost?
Shengyong: *mumbles a number*
L: Huh? For a piece of wood and two strings?!
S: It's worth more than you.
Late is not an optionMy long weekend off for September had been confiscated because i was late in two consecutive days last week. How i wish the punishment for lateness everytime is only withdrawal of a half-day off...
i was promoted to a corporal w.e.f. yesterday. And my rank now looks like the picture on the leftmost below, which vaguely reminds me of a sissy flower or a yelling mad man.
From this... | to this... | or this |
But thankfully it still looks marginally better than the equivalent ranks in say, Malaysia, Saudi Arabia (which really looks like a Christmas tree), Greece (which is almost fit for a clown), Uzbekistan (which looks like a parking lot), or Mongolia.
In fact, if the rate of promotion remains constant, in another 3 years and 1 month i'd become a lieutenant general. It is, of course, impossible. So i figured that the overall relation between rank and service time in the SAF must look something like this:
Okay now, how about i pretend i'm actually sad over this?
Paddler Li Jiawei returns from Olympics to wedding proposal from shuttler Susilo
By Patwant Singh, Channel NewsAsia

SINGAPORE: Singapore's Olympic darling Li Jiawei is back from the Athens Games.
Although the table tennis player didn't return with a medal, it was a very happy homecoming for her on Tuesday.
She was mobbed by over 150 fans on arrival at the Changi airport and a few hours later, her boyfriend - shuttler Ronald Susilo - asked her to marry him.
And the good news is she has said 'yes'.
No date has been set yet.
Jiawei's fans were at the airport more than two hours before her flight landed at about 5:50am.
Jiawei had clearly won hearts after she came close to ending Singapore's over 40-year medal drought at the Olympics.
Even the VIPs who had turned up to welcome Jiawei and a few other local athletes didn't expect the crowd.
Dr Vivian Balakrishnan, Acting Minister for Community Development, Youth and Sports, said: "Some of the school students had been here overnight. It just shows you how it captured the imagination and the pride of the country. This is an excellent reception."
Jiawei admitted the pressure of the nation's hopes on her cost her to lose her focus.
The Singapore Table Tennis Association admits that more exposure will help counter that problem. - CNA (31 August 2004 2308 hrs)
tristeza lava sobre mí
It means sadness washes over me. It means a heartache refusing to go away, or a sorrow begging to be told. It means empty eyes staring into the void, or the void staring back. It means a night too long to bear, or a smile too dry. It means a phone call too hard to make, a number too hard to dial, or a voice too hard to hear. It means a song played and replayed, or a hope dashed and re-picked up. It means can you hear me. It means why. It means eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. It means...