<?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-3997280</id><updated>2011-12-14T19:00:47.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ln m</title><subtitle type='html'>the natural log of m</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</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>492</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107352092167731051</id><published>2004-01-07T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T16:17:03.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
I decided to move my blog. You can now find it here:
http://www.mikehuang.com/blog

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107352092167731051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107352092167731051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107352092167731051' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107332675006046942</id><published>2004-01-05T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T10:20:48.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why I don't eat beef anymore: 

Beef Recall at San Jose Grocery Store

In the article they mention 6 other restaurants in the Santa Clara area which also purchased beef from the same source. So no beef for me... at least not for a while.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107332675006046942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107332675006046942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107332675006046942' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107313126941674311</id><published>2004-01-03T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T04:04:26.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
The Road goes ever on and on
Out from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
Let others follow it who can!
Let </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107313126941674311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107313126941674311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107313126941674311' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107306884068936588</id><published>2004-01-02T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T10:42:15.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When I left my house in San Jose this morning, I could see the blue sky, and rays of sunshine layered the land. Shortly after I got onto the highway and began driving northbound towards work, sheets of rain begain pouring down. Just outside my office was when it seemed at it's worst, although as I write this, the rain is gone for the moment, and there is a very slight chance I will see the sun </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107306884068936588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107306884068936588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107306884068936588' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107304832969941248</id><published>2004-01-02T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T08:22:59.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday after going to the gym, I came back sore and exhausted. I started working on the chest and the arms. My arms felt so tight and taut afterwards I almost couldn't drive home due to the pain. After going home, I fell asleep pretty quickly after that, much to my surprise. 

With the exception of a few things, I'm generally pretty happy on my outlook of life. I was blessed to be raised in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107304832969941248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107304832969941248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107304832969941248' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107304576952822849</id><published>2004-01-02T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T04:17:43.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're chocolate.  You're the old soul type, peoplefeel that they have known you their entirelife.  Many often open up to you for they viewyou as thoughtful and trustworthy.  Althoughpeople trust you, you have a hard time trustingthem.  You prefer to keep your feelings bottledup inside, or display them very quietly.  It isalright to open up every once in a while.
 Which kind of candy are you? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107304576952822849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107304576952822849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107304576952822849' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107298431124526468</id><published>2004-01-01T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T11:13:24.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been raining pretty heavily this entire morning. Even though I like the sound of rain, having the rain outside, being in this cold apartment of mine, it's still kind of gray and gloomy. I know that L.A. is pretty gray, but not raining by watching the Rose Parade.

My sister is watching the Rose Parade on my TV, while I do all the little chores I need to do around the house. In L.A., the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107298431124526468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107298431124526468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107298431124526468' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107295542007013210</id><published>2004-01-01T02:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T03:11:52.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy New Year!

It's 2004 now and I wonder how long it'll be before I remember to write that on my checks. (Yes even in this day and age, checks are unavoidable).

I tried to blog at midnight, but it ate my post. I wonder if that phenomena is anything like when 2000 came around everyone picking up their phones to check if they still worked (which for a week before they told everyone not to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107295542007013210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107295542007013210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107295542007013210' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107291201537336408</id><published>2003-12-31T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T19:31:27.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am a packrat when it comes to things. My computers reflect this. The amount of stored goods I have reflects this. I was going over some computer records, and there's a pretty big gap in my computer life between March of 1999 and May of 2002. I had thought I had kept pretty good records, but it turns out that when I upgraded ICQ in May of 2002, I had accidentally wiped out the history of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107291201537336408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107291201537336408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107291201537336408' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107283665250764802</id><published>2003-12-31T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T12:52:27.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
A story of a girl, a fish and airport security


I hate airport security. I know that it's a neccessary part of the process of flying, and that it's for safety, but that doesn't make me hate it any less. 

But I think what I hate most is just how unreasonable and rude some screeners can be. 
Not only that, but I think they specifically target certain nationalities and ethnicities. I've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107283665250764802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107283665250764802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107283665250764802' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107294369258428673</id><published>2003-12-31T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T00:06:10.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy New Year!

Hope you all had a safe and merry celebration tonight! I can hear stuff going on outside, a few minutes early. Just a reminder for those of you driving back tonight, be safe -- the snow (for those of you with some) and the drunks  can make conditions dangerous.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107294369258428673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107294369258428673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107294369258428673' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107274493132285706</id><published>2003-12-29T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T16:44:17.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Bay Area is currently being battered by rain, causing some flash floods. There's up to 4 inches of standing water in some places (I definitely do not want to drive through something like that). 

It's hard to get my mind back onto working today.

One of the things I miss about having a webpage (as opposed to a blog) is being able to do all the nifty little art projects I used to be able </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107274493132285706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107274493132285706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107274493132285706' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107274089471918024</id><published>2003-12-29T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T15:36:58.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Driving to work this morning, the traffic was relatively light, considering that the rain is falling fast and hard outside. I guess a lot of folks are still on their holiday vacation. I don't hate driving in the rain, however I do dislike the way that some people drive in the rain. Second to snowy and icy conditions, I think rain is a pretty dangerous condition to be driving in, which is why I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107274089471918024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107274089471918024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107274089471918024' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107262706332851912</id><published>2003-12-28T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T08:19:34.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night, I was tired and went to bed extremely early. This is good, because I'm well rested for the drive back to San Jose today. The week here has gone by far too quickly, and it has been a good reminder of how special time with family and friends truly is. Home is always so comforting that I hate to leave. 

Last night, my sisters and I watched Bend It Like Beckham and Pirates of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107262706332851912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107262706332851912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107262706332851912' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107251959884555673</id><published>2003-12-26T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T08:06:06.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Boxing Day!

It's hard for me to believe that I've been home almost a week now, and that I'll be going back to San Jose Sunday morning. Home is always so comfortable, I hate leaving, but I know that I have to return to my life over there. Time always seems to pass quickly here.

My youngest sister, Christina, works for a Children's Hospital in San Diego. While driving today, she said </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107251959884555673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107251959884555673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107251959884555673' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107242950659054428</id><published>2003-12-25T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T01:37:19.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It was a rainy Christmas Day in Southern California. The first rainy Christmas in over 20 years, they said.

I've noticed that since I started blogging, I don't really blog too much about my own emotions anymore. If anything, I feel like my blog has turned into a journal of the day's events, and less about how I really feel about things. Maybe I've mellowed out, and re-examined my life and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107242950659054428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107242950659054428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107242950659054428' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107234649661584334</id><published>2003-12-25T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T02:03:00.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Merry Christmas, everyone! 
 
There is much to be thankful for this holiday season. 

The holidays always makes me appreciate the little things in life so much more. During the hustle and bustle of the holidays, my thoughts always turn back towards the really simple things in life that make me smile, or laugh or be happy. 

I'm really thankful that I get to spend time with my family this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107234649661584334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107234649661584334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107234649661584334' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107232062428795167</id><published>2003-12-24T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T21:22:29.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hope everyone is having a happy Christmas Eve!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107232062428795167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107232062428795167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107232062428795167' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107224492211648940</id><published>2003-12-23T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T21:50:03.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After reading this story on the terror level being raised to orange, I gave thanks that my friends and family are safe and sound at the moment. It's slightly scary to think that tragedy can befall American soil at any point, and that their goal is to kill Americans, so that no one anywhere in America feels safe. I guess what scares me the most is all the possible vectors for attack -- dirty bomb,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107224492211648940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107224492211648940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107224492211648940' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107212156641711551</id><published>2003-12-22T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T16:27:02.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EARTHQUAKE!

I just felt a small earthquake while I was sitting here at home. It was just a mild rocking quake -- everything just sort of gently swayed side to side for about a minute. I don't even think anything fell off the shelves. 

USGS just got the data for the quake. It's a magnitude 6.5 quake centered NE of San Simeon, which is halfway between Monterey and San Luis Obispo. 6.5 is a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107212156641711551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107212156641711551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107212156641711551' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107208185832166394</id><published>2003-12-22T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T00:38:33.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is dongzhi - the Winter Solstice. It's sort of the equivalent of Chinese Thanksgiving -- the members of the family are supposed to come together to celebrate the good year they have had and eat tong yuen together. Tong yuen are sweet glutinous rice dumplings. Eating tong yuen together symbolizes harmony, prosperity and unity together amongst the family members. 

My favorite tong yuen is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107208185832166394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107208185832166394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107208185832166394' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107207903457757034</id><published>2003-12-21T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T00:12:11.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The drive down to LA yesterday was a bit tiring, but we made it down safe and sound on one tank of gas. 

Before I left to go shopping, my mother had me place my ornament on the tree. We have an 6ft artificial tree made out of plastic that we've had since 1985. Everyone in our family has an ornament made out of wood that is the first letter of our names. 

Today I went to the Del Amo Fashion </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107207903457757034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107207903457757034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107207903457757034' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107191901936946109</id><published>2003-12-20T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T03:23:33.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I ought to be sleeping, but I can't sleep. I drove around for a while, but still can't sleep. Why do I have to have emotions? Why can't I just turn them off, instead of feeling so passionately about everything. Maybe I just shouldn't care anymore about anyone or anything. I wish I could, but that's not me. I need to sleep. I have a long drive ahead of me tomorrow, which means I can dwell more on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107191901936946109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107191901936946109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107191901936946109' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107188230383248576</id><published>2003-12-19T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T18:03:12.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's about a zillion things to do before Christmas. I hadn't realized that it was already the 19th. I have gotten little of my Christmas shopping done, so I went to the mall during my lunch hour and bought some gifts for people. 

I went to the asian supermarket to pick up some bottles of sake to give away to my co-workers for their gifts. When I checked out, the cashier asked to see my ID. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107188230383248576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107188230383248576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107188230383248576' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107186193553549269</id><published>2003-12-19T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T11:28:20.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Silver cars are less likely to be involved in serious accidents

Article from the British Medical Journal, Dec. 2003.

It makes me wonder if they took into account the safety equipment of the vehicle. Why? Brown cars, they note, have a signifigantly higher chance of serious injury. Car manufacturers don't really make brown cars anymore. They make gold, champagne, tan, but I don't really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107186193553549269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107186193553549269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107186193553549269' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107171027547216566</id><published>2003-12-17T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T17:21:36.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It feels good to be done with finals!

After my final yesterday, a couple of us helped Christine move from her apartment. I am broken. I bruised both of my knees, but I don't think I'll need to do any weightlifting this week. 

Afterwards, we watched the extended version of The Two Towers before catching a 12:01am showing of Return of the King. We didn't get back to San Jose until 4:30am. 
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107171027547216566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107171027547216566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107171027547216566' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107156130029958752</id><published>2003-12-15T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T00:06:08.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As someone pointed out to me, I'm stressing out way too much for my finals. I mean, I really shouldn't care what grades I get it -- the class is for my own enrichment. And yet I still finding myself caring about my grades as much as I did when I was at Cal. 

Anyway, I hope I do well on this last exam. It counts like any other quiz in the class, so I know I'm over-studying. But I still get the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107156130029958752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107156130029958752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107156130029958752' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107147380694560073</id><published>2003-12-14T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T00:02:57.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've spent most of this weekend studying for my finals which are on Monday and Tuesday. I'll do alright, but I really can't wait until after Tuesday so that life can resume. I've already got a long list of things that I wish to do after finals.

Now that I'm healthy again, one of the first things I want to do after finals is donate blood. The holidays are a really hard time for blood donation </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107147380694560073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107147380694560073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107147380694560073' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107137562677988090</id><published>2003-12-13T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T20:21:35.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Flu Shot Line Stretches for Blocks

I find the extent of this flu bug incredible. 

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107137562677988090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107137562677988090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107137562677988090' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107118441294267219</id><published>2003-12-11T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T15:15:37.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh yeah. I forgot to mention something. Okay. Basically, if a country wants to establish diplomatic relations with China they must adhere to the "One-China" policy. It's part of the agreement. This is why the U.S and other nations that have diplomatic relations with the PRC cannot support Taiwanese independence. Even then, the U.S, at the same time, will do whatever it will take to protect the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107118441294267219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107118441294267219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107118441294267219' title=''/><author><name>metamoon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107118301281279662</id><published>2003-12-11T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T15:27:31.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It has been a long time since I posted an entry in here.

I found these charts in the English version of the Mainland Affairs Council website of the ROC government:

Unification or Independence? (p.2)

Unification or Independence? (line chart)

Unification or Independence? (area chart)

Is the "One Country, Two Systems" Formula Applicable to Solving the Problems Across the Straits?

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107118301281279662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107118301281279662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107118301281279662' title=''/><author><name>metamoon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107118016989986174</id><published>2003-12-11T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T14:03:55.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RAVENCLAW!
 Hogwart's Sorting Hat brought to you by Quizilla

You are  "I'm rash and impulsive. It's a flaw."What "Buffy" Character Are You? 
Yeah, sometimes I am rash and impulsive. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107118016989986174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107118016989986174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107118016989986174' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107117292305806088</id><published>2003-12-11T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T12:05:16.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
City-wide Wireless Access in my hometown


Whenever people ask me where I'm from, my response is "L.A.". I'm not really from L.A., but from one of the many suburbs of L.A., one which you wouldn't know unless you came from Southern California. It's a small town called Cerritos. It's claim to fame? A plane crash in 1986, and the famous Cerritos Auto Square -- one of the largest auto malls in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107117292305806088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107117292305806088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107117292305806088' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107113782159284165</id><published>2003-12-11T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T02:18:42.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>President Bush's Kowtow

An excellent analysis of the political situation regarding Taiwan and China. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107113782159284165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107113782159284165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107113782159284165' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107113713757651915</id><published>2003-12-11T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T02:06:42.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My sister had her purse rummaged through yesterday, and her credit cards stolen. They took the $8 she had in her wallet, and picked through her change. They used her card to buy petrol and spent over $600 at the mall. I am shocked that the store in the mall didn't check for ID. The biggest fear, as always is identity theft. I never really thought about it until today, but those medical insurance </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107113713757651915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107113713757651915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107113713757651915' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107110405652412258</id><published>2003-12-10T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T16:55:21.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Why the sky was red in Munch's "The Scream"


It's pretty cool that scientists are able to figure out what was happening when artists painted their masterpieces. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107110405652412258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107110405652412258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107110405652412258' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107099883755631016</id><published>2003-12-09T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T11:53:35.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
U.S. warns Taiwan, China


The U.S. finds itself in an unique situation. They're telling Taiwan to forget about independence, but at the same time, they are leading supplier for arms for Taiwan, and have already pledged to aid Taiwan, should Taiwan be attacked by China. In addition, Chinese Premier Wen Jiabao has already stated that "Unless Washington takes concrete steps to prevent Taipei </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107099883755631016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107099883755631016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107099883755631016' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107099763526033623</id><published>2003-12-09T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T11:21:38.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I finished my oral exam in Mandarin this morning. I think I did alright. I don't think it was perfect, because I got nervous and froze up at one point, but overall, I don't think I did too badly. He recorded it on tape. I didn't expect that. My next exam is next Monday morning, followed by my last one on Tueday morning. Tuesday's will be the more difficult of the two, covering the last four </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107099763526033623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107099763526033623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107099763526033623' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107095965245372700</id><published>2003-12-09T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T00:48:34.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went to the mall today to find a pair of gloves (my hands were quite cold in my office this afternoon). The problem for me is that Men's gloves are large and bulky. All I want is pair of knit gloves -- gloves that are thin but capable of warming one's hands. None of the bulky "Thinsulate" gloves that I see everywhere, which adds a quarter inch to the thickness of your fingers and makes them </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107095965245372700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107095965245372700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107095965245372700' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107093114633607106</id><published>2003-12-08T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T16:53:27.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One of the secrets of Stradavarius' Violins

Antonio Stradivari was a famous late 17th century/ early 18th century violin maker in Cremona, Italy. His instruments (as well as those of his peers) were renown for their superior quality of sound, their deep resonance and rich tones. Some have thought it was a secret technique, long lost, that created these masterpieces. However, current research </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107093114633607106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107093114633607106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107093114633607106' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107076932235143159</id><published>2003-12-06T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T21:24:31.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I thought I'd take a break from memorizing my material for the oral exam by blogging a quick entry. The wind is blowing quite hard outside and the rain is falling pretty heavily. I guess if the weather were colder we might have had snow. I'm exhausted from studying.

Taiwan plans missile vote.

Despite being born and raised in America, Taiwan is still the homeland of my parents and their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107076932235143159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107076932235143159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107076932235143159' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107075220728637328</id><published>2003-12-06T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T15:11:11.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just can't seem to concentrate today.

My sister asked me whether or not I was going to take classes next semester or if I was just going to study independently. The thought hadn't really crossed my mind. I like the idea of a less formal class/study though... I forgot how much I really hated exams -- they're an essential tool for testing your knowledge of the material, I just really dislike </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107075220728637328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107075220728637328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107075220728637328' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107072706374997582</id><published>2003-12-06T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T08:12:02.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Flu shot makers out of vaccine

SARS vaccine shows promise

U.S. to possibly return to the moon</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107072706374997582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107072706374997582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107072706374997582' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107067781418825145</id><published>2003-12-05T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T18:35:10.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been raining on and off today. When I first went to school today, the rain was falling in a gentle mist. 

My Mandarin class started off with finishing off our current chapter. He asked us to ask him a bunch of questions. One of them was his age. Prof. Yao is 52 years old. He went to University in Taiwan, and speaks 5 languages, but none of the Taiwanese languages. He believes in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107067781418825145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107067781418825145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107067781418825145' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107057613574108124</id><published>2003-12-04T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T14:17:04.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's raining now, and I pray that the weather does not make the recovery of the flu worse. It's been raining on and off the whole week, but for those of you out there who drive, I just wanted to urge caution with the weather conditions being what they are. Please drive safely out there.  

One of the questions I've been struggling with today is along the lines of "What really matters to me?" </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107057613574108124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107057613574108124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107057613574108124' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107056346774067844</id><published>2003-12-04T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T10:45:23.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am still sick, and I am still stressed out about my classes. I guess there's a lot of uncertainty in my life again, and that worries me. It's really more a question of "where am I headed and how am I getting there?"

It's also a question about my passions. Before, I was really passionate about games and my work, but as I get older, I feel this passion fading and replaced with a need to do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107056346774067844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107056346774067844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107056346774067844' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107050668051169086</id><published>2003-12-03T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T18:59:10.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For those with the flu, this may help: Surviving the Flu

This is Day 10, I think of the flu for me. It's almost all gone.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107050668051169086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107050668051169086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107050668051169086' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107049487398273621</id><published>2003-12-03T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T15:42:11.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have less than a week of classes before the end of the semester. This scares me. This scares me a lot. Looking through my text books last night made me realize just how much material I need to study for the final. 

I want to get good marks in both classes, so I expect that I will spend much time in these 2 weeks devoted to studying. 

I'm still sick. I remember my second year at Cal, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107049487398273621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107049487398273621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107049487398273621' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107040853282677968</id><published>2003-12-02T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T15:43:06.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It looks like the flu that I've been trying to fight off hasn't been completely licked yet. I had to make an emergency run to the store this afternoon to purchase more Theraflu to fight off the coughing and wheezing. I can probably just get a pack of cold and cough pills, but I don't know which ones would work the best. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107040853282677968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107040853282677968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107040853282677968' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107039027243318813</id><published>2003-12-02T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T10:38:46.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I woke up this morning, and I was able to breathe again. I think the 15 hours of sleep that I got last night allowed my body enough time to recuperate and expel the sickness from within. I never want to feel like that again, so I think that from now on I *will* get flu shots every year from now on. 

My finals are creeping up very quickly, and there is much work to be done if I am do well on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107039027243318813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107039027243318813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107039027243318813' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107038931861772967</id><published>2003-12-02T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T10:22:53.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Test Results Are In!      "You're normal!"  




For the record, you are: 

62% Un-telligent! 
which is normal since the current average is 60%.
Your evaluation is unique, however, so keep reading.



Here is the custom report of your personality that led our team of geeks to conclude (with confidence) that you are bordering on mediocrity, yet more exciting than others: 

"The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107038931861772967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107038931861772967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107038931861772967' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107029206668336426</id><published>2003-12-01T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T08:21:03.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In Les Miserables there is a moment in Jean Valjean's life, where he finds himself a free man, fresh from his parole. He meets a chimney sweep and proceeds to con him out of his money. Realizing that this is not the man he is, he then runs after the chimney sweep to give him back his money. But it is too late, the boy is nowhere to be found. Who am I, Jean Valjean asks himeself, Who am I?

I've</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107029206668336426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107029206668336426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107029206668336426' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107027692627516015</id><published>2003-12-01T03:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T03:29:39.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My body can't seem to rest right now. I guess it's the medication. It's like my body is on a super mega dosage of caffeine. My body is alarmed and awake and I want to sleep so badly. This medicine is awful for me... it actually makes feel worse. I feel hot I feel cold. I want to sleep.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107027692627516015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107027692627516015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107027692627516015' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107020742632304209</id><published>2003-11-30T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T07:51:16.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been awake since 4:30 this morning, just lying in bed and thinking. Before I knew it, dawn had arrived, bringing with it rays of warm sunshine through my window. 

Even though it looks to be a bright, sunny day, I'm quite sad.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107020742632304209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107020742632304209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107020742632304209' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107016978802240109</id><published>2003-11-29T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T21:25:05.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow I'll need to drive back up to San Jose. I'm sure traffic will be bad, because everyone who works or goes to school has to return tomorrow. One thing I've learned over the years when it comes to driving is I'm a trooper, a soldier -- even if I'm in pain or hurt, I'll grin and bear it. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107016978802240109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107016978802240109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107016978802240109' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107016778841250990</id><published>2003-11-29T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T20:50:38.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been recovering from the flu, and I think I'm finally through the worst of it. For the last two days I'd been extremely feverish and experiencing cold chills, as if someone had wrapped a blanket of ice around me. I still have no sense of smell or taste, but I am sure those will return in time. It has been a very long time since I have been sick with a case of this severity -- most of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107016778841250990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107016778841250990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107016778841250990' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107005614795819523</id><published>2003-11-28T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T14:43:50.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On May 9th, 1421, lightning struck the Imperial Palace -- the resulting fires burnt the Hall of Great Harmony, the Hall of Central Harmony and the Hall of Preserving Harmony. The fires also burnt the Emperor's throne to cinders and consumed his favorite concubine (his empress had died in 1407). Emperor Zhu Di was so distraught, that he couldn't even make proper funeral arrangements for her burial</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107005614795819523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107005614795819523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107005614795819523' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107005357309417418</id><published>2003-11-28T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T13:10:32.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's still hard for me to believe everything which happened in my life this year. Life continues to move forward at an ever-maddening, ever-quickening pace. Looking through my past blog entries, I have to ask myself... was that really only just this March? or June? The days go by quickly, and sometimes they just crawl along. As the year begins to draw to a close, I wonder if the years ahead will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107005357309417418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107005357309417418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107005357309417418' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-107000074325129818</id><published>2003-11-27T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T22:26:30.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A man once told me, you can gauge a country by what they report (or don't report) in the news. Since then, I've started reading newspapers from around the world, just to see different perspectives. I've grown increasingly disenchanted with the U.S. media in particular -- with the exception of President Bush's visit in Iraq, little has been mentioned of the ongoing conflict there. I found this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107000074325129818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/107000074325129818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107000074325129818' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-106997267248179167</id><published>2003-11-27T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T14:40:47.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We made the drive down in a little less than 6 hours. Unfortunately, my health has taken a turn for the worse. There's a reason they tell you not to travel when you are sick. It could not be helped however, as my sister and I needed to be home for Thanksgiving. I'm tired... and sick. It's naptime for me.

oh, and happy thanksgiving everyone!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106997267248179167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106997267248179167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106997267248179167' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-106989801177639249</id><published>2003-11-26T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T17:59:21.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just read this sad story about a boy and his dream car. Basically, the story goes like this: Bjorn Haugen, 17, works part-time at a pizza store and gets a loan to trade-in his old Lincoln sedan for a 1989 Toyota Supra. 3 days later, driving in the rain, he smashes the car into a telephone pole and dies. The police say it had to do with the newness of the vehicle and the different handling </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106989801177639249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106989801177639249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106989801177639249' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-106989212161679779</id><published>2003-11-26T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T16:16:07.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm going on my annual turkey day pilgrimage to see family and friends down in Southern California. My sister and I will be departing in the morning, and hopefully arrive by mid to late afternoon. 

I ate with Christine at a place called Rice Porridge Place yesterday. It's this tiny little restaurant in Cupertino Village where they serve just one thing -- you guessed it -- Rice Porridge. They </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106989212161679779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106989212161679779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106989212161679779' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-106989015071444381</id><published>2003-11-26T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T15:44:03.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your soul is bound to the Rose Petals: TheWronged.

"I've come undone and all hopes of mendingme are gone because the pain took my soul.Can't you see?  The only one who can put meback together again is me."

The Rose Petals are associated with sorrow,reflection, and wisdom.  They are governed bythe goddess Persephone and their sign is TheTeardrop, or Broken Love.

As a Rose Petal, you are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106989015071444381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106989015071444381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106989015071444381' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-106988952590965378</id><published>2003-11-26T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T15:32:51.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> What color are you? (Anime Pictures) brought to you by Quizilla
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106988952590965378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106988952590965378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106988952590965378' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-106988840517847103</id><published>2003-11-26T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T15:17:11.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You're Batman!
You keep to yourself a lot and act cold towardsothers, but you actually do mean well. You're adetective and great at figuring things out. Youregret a lot of things and have had somethingtragic in your life, whether it was runningover an animal with your car or somethingmajor. You don't try to make friends, but theyalways end up finding you anyway.
 Which one of the Justice League</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106988840517847103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106988840517847103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106988840517847103' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-106988659635165696</id><published>2003-11-26T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T15:08:18.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've always wanted to have deep fried turkey for Thanksgiving, but after reading this article on the hazards of turkey deep fryers, I am quite reluctant to try doing it myself. (Although a turkey deep fried in peanut oil sounds temptingly delicious)

This link to Encyclopedia of Arda is for all you LOTR junkies out there... you know who you are!

Test your Digital IQ.

I scored an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106988659635165696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106988659635165696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106988659635165696' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-106982887167397231</id><published>2003-11-25T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T22:41:56.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, OBVIOUSLY! Isn't that where they're SUPPOSEDto come from?!? Here, read this definition:Import 1. To bring in goods or materials from aforeign country for trade or sale. DUH!Gosh...Maybe Georgy here would be better off ina circus... (More funny posters like these atwww.allposters.com)
 Which One of George W. Bush's Funny Quotes Are You? (Pictures!) (Not for supporters) brought to you by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106982887167397231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106982887167397231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106982887167397231' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-106980683466281985</id><published>2003-11-25T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T16:35:42.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My office has officially been named "The Office of Death". It seems as though I and my officemate, Pete (who shares my office) have both come down with the same illness. Not only that, but one can hear the trail of this plague as it radiates outward from our office. 

After reading an article about the Silver State Classic, I've decided that I want to participate in this road race next year. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106980683466281985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106980683466281985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106980683466281985' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-106980503345628860</id><published>2003-11-25T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T16:04:38.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have come to realize through the events of today, that I really shouldn't try to speak. I may want to speak, but I really, really shouldn't. First of all, talking bloody hurts! Secondly, instead of my usual voice, what I hear coming out of my mouth sounds alot like the whisper-like voices that one would expect to emerge from a ghost. (Think the voice setting "Whisper" on a Macintosh.) 
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106980503345628860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106980503345628860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106980503345628860' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-106979378465259377</id><published>2003-11-25T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T12:58:52.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jonathan Brandis - Dead - Suicide

I first heard this news about a week ago. I wasn't actually sure if it was real or an internet rumour. They say it was the acne medication Accutane that may have done it -- which is not a surprise, as this is not the first Accutane related suicide I have heard of. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106979378465259377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106979378465259377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106979378465259377' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-106979308949559579</id><published>2003-11-25T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T12:47:45.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm slowly recovering from my cold. The past few days have been just plain miserable. My voice is shot to hell. I tried to speak in Chinese today and I couldn't. =( I'm working today however, and it's a good thing I don't need to call anyone or speak.











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</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106979308949559579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106979308949559579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106979308949559579' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-106960969250159132</id><published>2003-11-23T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T09:48:52.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bleh. I caught a cold.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106960969250159132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106960969250159132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106960969250159132' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-106946792879306055</id><published>2003-11-21T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T03:39:29.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last week, I brought my BMW to get an inspection done and to get the oil changed out. One of the problems that was bugging me about the car was that every so often, the check engine light would appear, so I had them track this problem down and fix it. Along the way, we replaced many of the little worn out bits (seals, gaskets, hoses). I went to pick up the car today and am proud to say that the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106946792879306055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106946792879306055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106946792879306055' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-106946586262956072</id><published>2003-11-21T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T17:51:41.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hubris:
You just couldn't get enough. You were successful,but always wanted more. You overestimatedyourself and your cause. you have overextended,and now you've lost it all. Nemesis is a bitch.
 What is Your Tragic Flaw? brought to you by Quizilla
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106946586262956072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106946586262956072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106946586262956072' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-106937376997189445</id><published>2003-11-20T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T16:47:03.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A friend of mine pointed out last night that I am an escapist. When things begin to bother me, I run away. Sometimes that means withdrawing further into myself, and sometimes it means running away to another place. Sometimes it means just going for a long drive somewhere. My life this year has been a traumatic one as far as emotions run: unbelievable highs, and endless pits of despair. Right now,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106937376997189445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106937376997189445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106937376997189445' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-106931459187526702</id><published>2003-11-19T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T23:50:27.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another Timewaster</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106931459187526702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106931459187526702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106931459187526702' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-106929340062724624</id><published>2003-11-19T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T17:57:16.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A good article on teaching children</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106929340062724624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106929340062724624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106929340062724624' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-106928668290169999</id><published>2003-11-19T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T16:05:18.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Slight creepy... 
Face Transplants possible
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106928668290169999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106928668290169999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106928668290169999' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-106918426942180008</id><published>2003-11-18T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T16:38:29.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you still eat fast food, this may change your mind.

I've avoided eating at fast food paces for years now, particularly McDonalds, and given the option will prefer to choose another alternative rather than eat in a fast-food restaurant. 


Last Friday night, I returned my rental car and came back home via BART and CalTrain. While I was riding on CalTrain, an announcement came from the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106918426942180008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106918426942180008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106918426942180008' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-106912851632731704</id><published>2003-11-17T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T23:02:08.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I thought I had posted about this earlier, but I guess not.

Things other people accomplished when they were your age.

My personal list (of somewhat geeky accomplishments) looks like this:
Age 9 - wrote my first computer program in BASIC. It really didn't do much except respond to the inputs given.  
Age 10 - wrote my first book. I don't remember what it was called but it involved a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106912851632731704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106912851632731704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106912851632731704' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-106910598812177443</id><published>2003-11-17T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T13:53:40.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Forty Hour Work Week: Just a Fantasy? 

Love the job, hate the hours. Seems to be a trend for me. You see, when it comes to picking jobs, I tend not to pick the one with the highest salaries, but the ones where I think I'll be able to make a difference and enjoy what I do. Even though I try to limit myself to only 40 hours a week, I still find myself being a workaholic in a different sense as I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106910598812177443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106910598812177443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106910598812177443' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-106910230982865577</id><published>2003-11-17T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T12:52:22.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Sleep: We Still Don't Know Why We Need It.

I find it funny, since just yesterday, we were talking about both Sleep and Reading, and here the two subjects come up again. If anyone needs a long-term sleep deprived individual to do testing on, they can pick me. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106910230982865577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106910230982865577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106910230982865577' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-106909947064509756</id><published>2003-11-17T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T12:05:03.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>
Johnny still has trouble reading

A little less than 50 years ago, a book came out called "Why Johny Can't Read", examining why children in the United States have a hard time reading. The main reason, the author claimed, was that children were being taught how to read and spell the wrong way. The proper way, he claimed, was the use of phonics -- sounding out the word and guessing at the word.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106909947064509756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106909947064509756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106909947064509756' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-106883526387499814</id><published>2003-11-14T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T10:41:32.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I actually managed to get a decent night's sleep for once. I think my body had finally reached the point where it was just too tired to function. I've pretty much decided that I am horribly overcommitted to too many activities and that's pretty much why I feel tired all the time. 

There are 168 hours in every week. I spend, on average:

35 hours sleeping
11 hours at school
1.5 hours coming</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106883526387499814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106883526387499814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106883526387499814' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-106850798297253135</id><published>2003-11-10T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T15:46:46.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We probably shouldn't eat salmon more than once a month</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106850798297253135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106850798297253135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106850798297253135' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-106842980742742850</id><published>2003-11-09T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T18:03:50.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I found the study that hot chocolate is better at fighting cancer than red wine or tea rather interesting. I love hot chocolate. I drink lots in the winter time, especially when it rains. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106842980742742850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106842980742742850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106842980742742850' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-106841606766662463</id><published>2003-11-09T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T18:39:04.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is something new: a car commercial using Legos. It's for the Honda Element, so hopefully watching this won't entice you to purchase a gas-guzzling, unsafe SUV. I used to love playing with Legos when I was growing up -- I'm pretty sure we still have tubs and tubs of those interlocking brick pieces lying around in the garage somewhere. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106841606766662463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106841606766662463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106841606766662463' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-106831703691815112</id><published>2003-11-08T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T10:44:17.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Total Lunar Eclipse tonight</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106831703691815112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106831703691815112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106831703691815112' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-106828967156689082</id><published>2003-11-08T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T03:08:12.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are Form 0, Phoenix: The Eternal.

"And The Phoenix's cycle had reachedzenith, so he consumed himself in fire.  Heemerged from his own ashes, to be foreverimmortal."

Some examples of the Phoenix Form are Quetzalcoatl(Aztec), Shiva (Indian), and Ra-Atum(Egyptian).
The Phoenix is associated with the concept of life,the number 0, and the element of fire.
His sign is the eclipsed sun.

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106828967156689082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106828967156689082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106828967156689082' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-106819666296447329</id><published>2003-11-06T09:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T01:38:55.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got my Mandarin quiz back yesterday. Another 8 out of 10. I can't seem to get past that in my vocabulary quizzes. I have a Cantonese midterm tomorrow, and it includes a take-home portion. Work is really frustrating right now because they want me to put in more hours, but I also want to maintain everything else I'm doing. 

I saw the new Matrix film yesterday. It is remarkably bad. Unless you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106819666296447329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106819666296447329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106819666296447329' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-106801199181510138</id><published>2003-11-04T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T22:00:08.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I took the Belief-o-matic test... the results are below:

1. 	Unitarian Universalism (100%) 
2. 	Liberal Quakers (95%) 
3. 	Mainline to Liberal Christian Protestants (85%) 
4. 	Mahayana Buddhism (84%) 
5. 	Neo-Pagan (84%) 
6. 	New Age (81%) 
7. 	Theravada Buddhism (81%) 
8. 	Taoism (75%) 
9. 	Secular Humanism (73%) 
10. 	Bahá'í Faith (67%) 
11. 	Orthodox Quaker (60%) 
12. 	Jainism (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106801199181510138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106801199181510138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106801199181510138' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-106791328503394761</id><published>2003-11-03T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T18:35:00.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A bit of irony on a Monday : Woman dies after crashing car into cell phone store because she was talking on her cell phone.
People really shouldn't talk on the cell phone and drive. A multitude of studies have found that using cell phones while driving causes delayed reaction time and affects steering. Studies have also shown many drivers reduce their speed while dialing or talking on their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106791328503394761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106791328503394761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106791328503394761' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-106784945015240192</id><published>2003-11-03T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T00:51:04.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I spent this weekend putting together some bookcases for my apartment. Since I moved in, I've had about 20 small boxes filled with books being stored in my living room. It's nice to have all those books out of the boxes and onto the bookcases. I had previously thought there were only a few books I hadn't read in my collection of books, but as it turns out, there are at least 20 or so that I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106784945015240192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106784945015240192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106784945015240192' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-106767474237674833</id><published>2003-10-31T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T00:19:13.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went to the ATM today and took out some money. I was surprised when it dished out the new $20 bills. My wallet still contains the Canadian bills, so it's rather colorful in there. 

It rained a bit today, and it's quite cold. My neighbors are moving out today, and my little home still looks like it did when I first moved in. I think I know exactly what I want in terms of furniture for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106767474237674833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106767474237674833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106767474237674833' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-106756761093415021</id><published>2003-10-30T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T18:33:40.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The weather has changed much since I came back to the Bay Area. The first night I was here, one could wear shorts and a t-shirt at midnight and still be comfortable. Last night, it got cold, with a strong wind blowing through. Tonight it's even colder out. They say it'll drop to about 50 degrees Fahrenheit (10 Celsius) tonight, with a pretty good chance of rain tommorrow.

I got my quizzes back</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106756761093415021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106756761093415021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106756761093415021' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-106744072005765278</id><published>2003-10-29T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T07:18:48.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Changing timezones always screws me up. I was quite comfortable on Edmonton time, but now I'm going to bed and getting up too early on Pacific time. It's nice to be home, but I forgot what a disaster it was when I left, since I tore my apartment apart looking for my passport. I think this weekend will be a home improvement weekend, where I finally put up the bookshelves and organize my books and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106744072005765278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106744072005765278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106744072005765278' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-106740810137664853</id><published>2003-10-28T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T23:56:06.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TV is bad for kids' reading -- duh!

Sun sends a massive flare to Earth

Snapshots of the Asian American Movement: Asian American Activism in the 60s and 70s.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106740810137664853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106740810137664853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106740810137664853' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-106740417095789877</id><published>2003-10-28T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T21:09:38.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After being stranded in Edmonton for two days, I'm finally back home in San Jose. It's nice to be back home, although it's quite a contrast from Edmonton -- It's quite warm here, and quite cold there. I'd write more about the trip, but I really ought to be studying now. Nonetheless, it was quite an interesting trip. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106740417095789877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106740417095789877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106740417095789877' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-106714876831108468</id><published>2003-10-25T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T23:12:51.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's still cold here. I hear the weather is 90 degrees in San Francisco. I'll be back in San Jose tomorrow night.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106714876831108468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106714876831108468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106714876831108468' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3997280.post-106701105129362765</id><published>2003-10-24T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T08:57:32.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's pretty darn cold here. It's cloudy outside, and the temp is 5 degrees Centigrade (That's 41 degrees for us Americans), and I'm wishing that I had brought my leather longcoat. I just brought the wool jacket my parents gave me for Christmas a few years back, which, although warm, is very thin. The weather is very much like Chicago in the springtime. Had I known it would be this cold here, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106701105129362765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3997280/posts/default/106701105129362765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mhuang.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106701105129362765' title=''/><author><name>m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13319477917557395483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
