Yu Yuan Adventures

In 1559, a Ming official named Pan Yunduan launched the construction of this private garden for his father's pleasure. Built in a style that Suzhou gardens often take, Yuyuan garden is characterized by exquisite layout, beautiful scenery and the artistic architecture. Each pavilion, hall, stone and stream in the garden expresses the feeling of a Southern Chinese landscape design from Ming and Qing dynasties.

With VJ, Ann, my fractured wrist, & mom in front of Starbucks...
The "wrong" Nan Xiang Xiao Long...tsk...tsk...
Joseph, Mike, Ann, & Mom with Cathy and VJ bargaining behind them...

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Total volume of music files in my computer: konti lang...4GB...
Last CD(s) I bought: Michael Buble, Ray Charles, Bond, Nina Live
Song playing right now: When You Know by Shawn Colvin --- Serendipity OST

Five songs I listen to a lot, or that mean a lot to me:

1. crash into me by dave matthews band --- my mobile phone ringtone... lost for you i'm lost & you come crash into me

2. home by michael buble --- whenever i'm not at home...i listen to this...para ma-homesick... and I know just why you could not come along with me... this was not your dream but you always believed in me...

3. time after time (different versions - everything but the girl, matchbox 20, eva cassidy, cindy lauper, INOJ, tuck & patti) --- i am so in love with this song... if you're lost you can look and you will find me...time after time...

4. cannonball by damien rice --- one of the only 2 songs in my PDA.. it's not hard to grow... when you know that you just don't know...

5. i will run to you by darlene zschech --- my favorite praise song... your eye is on the sparrow...and your hand it comforts me...

Time After Time by Sue Haasler

Surprisingly --- this book is a nice read.

Excerpts:

1. And let's face it, no man is. They look perfect at the time but if you could see them a couple of years down the time, you'd find they were destined to go wrong one way or the other.

2. But I'd finally realized I'd spent the whole of my life just letting things happen to me and then reacting to them. Good things or bad things, it didn't matter: hardly anything in my life had happened because I made it happen. Not this time. Hard as it was, this was at least my decision.

3. I'd almost managed to convinced myself that I didn't care if I never saw him again. If I didn't care, I wouldn't get hurt. It was such a thin veneer of not-caring that the only way I could maintain it was not to think about him at all. Anytime his name or his face floated into my mind, I shoved them ruthlessly away. I was getting quite good at it --- it was almost like a form of meditation. And now this.

Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom

There was a little wave bobbing along in the ocean, having a grand old time. He's enjoying the wind and the fresh air--until he notices the other waves in front of him, crashing against the shore.

"My God, this is terrible," the wave says, "look what's going to happen to me!"

Then along comes another wave. It sees the first wave, looking grim, and it saysto him, "Why do you look so sad?"

The first wave says, "You don't understand! We're all going to crash! All of us waves are going to be nothing! Isn't it terrible?"

The second wave says, "No you don't understand. You're not a wave, you're part of the ocean."