<?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-5951565</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:33:26.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ginger Moon: The Journal of Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Hey, my email is minjuan@cox.net if you wanna drop me a note.

I have been writing diaries since my childhood (on paper of course). So I have moved tons of diaries from China to the US and from East Coast to the West Coast. Several novels were born out of them. It's amazing how many details and stories they have captured for me. However, maybe it's time to go paperless? So let me give Blog a try. Passions for life, work, play, and the beautiful nature...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-3911471068550970944</id><published>2007-02-20T19:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T19:15:15.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>爱心</title><summary type='text'>     爱心    Originally uploaded by gingermoon. This is a test! To add a picture to my blog!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/3911471068550970944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/3911471068550970944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#3911471068550970944' title='爱心'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/149/390866077_36b48d3e3b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-5998782519294200856</id><published>2007-02-02T15:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T15:44:50.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>magenbay2</title><summary type='text'>     magenbay2    Originally uploaded by gingermoon. This is a test. Please publish!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/5998782519294200856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/5998782519294200856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#5998782519294200856' title='magenbay2'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/118/377260619_dd957147b6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-5615626824890339885</id><published>2007-02-02T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T15:41:22.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in Paradise</title><summary type='text'>I really like the lunch and meeting people!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/5615626824890339885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/5615626824890339885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#5615626824890339885' title='A day in Paradise'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-4516747222891477020</id><published>2007-02-01T17:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T17:42:51.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minjuan's flamenco performance</title><summary type='text'>     run2    Originally uploaded by gingermoon. This is a test, linking Flickr to my Gingermoon blog.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/4516747222891477020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/4516747222891477020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#4516747222891477020' title='Minjuan&amp;#39;s flamenco performance'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/165/373047430_6dc015ed15_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-108283444664923474</id><published>2004-04-24T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T12:24:57.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting a New Way of Living</title><summary type='text'>All of a sudden, my soul connected to my heart and brain; an inner voice screamed, "writing!" My passion, my dream; starting from today. I have so much written already; I need to find a good publisher; one who is willing to invest in me and see me grow. 10 days before going to Paris and Sweden; forget the world, focus and write. Yes, starting now...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/108283444664923474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/108283444664923474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108283444664923474' title='Starting a New Way of Living'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-108283105424495323</id><published>2004-04-24T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T11:29:51.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Settle!</title><summary type='text'>Settle, settle for anything and you're doomed. There are too many mediocre things to deal with in life and love shouldn't be one of them. Anything less than mad, passionate, extradition love is a waster of time.--From Dream of an Insomnia, Chesed's Guest book. How inspiring!I do feel abandoned these past few days; quite silly, since it has only been a few days. But it previewed the bleak mood </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/108283105424495323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/108283105424495323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108283105424495323' title='Don&apos;t Settle!'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-108282689215226194</id><published>2004-04-24T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T10:19:02.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>你的肩膀上有没有一只蝴蝶</title><summary type='text'>在人的一生中，有些缘分是终究要失去的；但是如果拥有一个人，就要好好去爱他。--From Beijing Music Radio</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/108282689215226194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/108282689215226194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108282689215226194' title='你的肩膀上有没有一只蝴蝶'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-108282568768636470</id><published>2004-04-24T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T09:58:58.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30岁的女人</title><summary type='text'>From FHy.net按照留学界人士的看法，30岁以上为求生活出路自费出国留学的男人非常少，他们往往不敢在一个难以回头的年龄投资数十万元以一个尴尬的身份流落他乡，到一个动荡的、陌生的世界去，因为他们输不起。在王家卫的电影《东邪西毒》里，东邪说过这样一句话：人们年轻的时候总是很想到山那边的沙漠去看一看，以为那里一定会比这边美。不过等你真的去到那边，你会发现其实每一个沙漠都是一样的。但女人却是随时怀着对彼岸世界的想象站在此岸的边缘上，伺机出走。30岁的女人，开始感到生命太匆匆，如果在国内看不到出路，如果有勇气放弃从前所有，无论外面的世界是不是她们想象的那样，她们还是会想方设法离开。</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/108282568768636470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/108282568768636470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108282568768636470' title='30岁的女人'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-108279883002350146</id><published>2004-04-24T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T02:31:19.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More about the 70s</title><summary type='text'>网上还有音乐会的广告，是国内年轻一代生活的侧影。快乐至死音乐会，校园先锋， 浪漫情歌。 到底谁是这个时代的代表呢？	七十年代的一代人在这些美妙清纯的歌声里长大。是的我们走得很远，从前的船搁浅在破旧的港湾。这些歌声却藏在心头永不退色。 它们影响了我们的成长的日子，造就了我们单纯，快乐，善感的精神家园。我喜欢在黄昏时分去海边。月光下的海滩一望无际， 海浪汹涌澎湃着， 有种孤帆远影的感觉。落日把天边烧成一片红色，灿烂得梦幻一般。</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/108279883002350146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/108279883002350146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108279883002350146' title='More about the 70s'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-108279586740587013</id><published>2004-04-24T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T01:41:57.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best of Capitola</title><summary type='text'>Still, one of my favorite shots. The ocean, the birds, and that serene morning. Life is full of soul-taking moments.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/108279586740587013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/108279586740587013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108279586740587013' title='The Best of Capitola'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-108279579473645400</id><published>2004-04-24T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T01:44:45.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Photos</title><summary type='text'>Thanks to Qiaoqiao, guiding me to load photos to Blog. I am going to indulge myself in travel photos for a while. The sunrise of Shanghai JiaoTong U. I don't think people on that campus know how beautiful their sun is.-:) The sunset of Beijing Normal U (ShiDa). I don't think they know this sunset either.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/108279579473645400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/108279579473645400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108279579473645400' title='Best Photos'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-108279282319790085</id><published>2004-04-24T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T00:51:12.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blogger's Comment on My Blog</title><summary type='text'>"I stumble upon Ginger Moon, a blog by a Chinese who teaches at SDSU. Great read. Her writing style, especially in Chinese, is a bit ostentatious for my liking--that's probably from the literature influence of the late 80s and early 90s, but I like the palpable sensitivity, reflective thoughts and cheerful spirit in that blog's personality. And there're a lot I can echo upon too, as someone who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/108279282319790085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/108279282319790085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108279282319790085' title='A Blogger&apos;s Comment on My Blog'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-1082792616305058</id><published>2004-04-24T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T01:05:24.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Monterey</title><summary type='text'>北加山谷和村庄的美丽在去Monterey 的路上一现无遗。有些景观象夏威夷，绿色的毛茸茸的原野，吃草的牛儿， 和卖水果的路边小滩儿。她开着蓝色的福特在高速路一上疾驰，迷失的时空，她不知道身在何处。BB说：“我相信这些开车经验会让你坚强些；就像你从洛杉矶回来后那样的自信，一种克服了艰难困苦的自信。”为什么人们总是这样忙，压力和忙碌似乎跟成功成正比；不忙的人会感到被时光遗弃。人不是机器，短暂的休憩很必要的。工作过於辛苦的人没有时间作大事，必须广收博览， 人生才会有收获和转机。</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/1082792616305058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/1082792616305058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#1082792616305058' title='Trip to Monterey'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-108279197246818804</id><published>2004-04-24T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T00:37:02.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Land</title><summary type='text'>From the Cruise and Kidman Movie:"All the land in the world will not mean anything without you!""I loved you, I loved you from the first time I saw you.""You died, you just died.""I'll make sure I won't die the second time."They held hands and claimed that land.What a contrast to people today. How many can give up their career or materials to love the woman of their dreams? Do they still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/108279197246818804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/108279197246818804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108279197246818804' title='Love and Land'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-108279135387817574</id><published>2004-04-24T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T00:26:43.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing Me Off at the Airport (Shanghai)</title><summary type='text'>妈和婕儿送她到机场，那是世界上最好的妈！她一心为家为三个女儿，丝毫不为自己。也只有那个年代才会有这样无私的奉献的妈。她依旧保持着五十年代人的纯朴和厚道。一路上她抢着背行李，生怕姜月儿劳累。快登机了，姜月儿说：要走了，抱一抱！先是抱着妈， 她的眼泪脱眶而出。 下一次见面又不知道会是什么时候了！早些时候婕儿提醒她说：“不要以为总会有下次，要珍惜每一次的相逢。”她紧紧地拥抱着妈不肯松开； 直到妈催她：“好了好了，赶紧登机吧！”她强忍着眼泪抱了婕儿， 为她奔波了十天快生病了的婕儿！留她一个人在上海她总是不放心。妈好几次说：“带她去美国吧！”妈和婕儿站立在机场那头，目送着她的背影消失在出境口。她依依不舍地挥手， “再见了， 妈和小妹！今生有缘的一家人，无奈天个一方。”姜月儿很后悔对妈有时的不耐心。她想下次一定好好补过。婕儿说得对，“不要用你自己的观点和生活方式去衡量上一代人</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/108279135387817574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/108279135387817574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108279135387817574' title='Seeing Me Off at the Airport (Shanghai)'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-108276476063214968</id><published>2004-04-23T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T17:03:29.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone and Lonely</title><summary type='text'>I am often alone but rarely feel lonely, except these several days. When I am waiting for certain results or information. My life is normally full and blooming, but it's having some dry-up dates. Hold on and hang on, be positive and enjoy the loneliness, if it's part of life.--A self-encouragement</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/108276476063214968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/108276476063214968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108276476063214968' title='Alone and Lonely'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-108276311544597237</id><published>2004-04-23T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T16:36:04.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogs in China Schools (for E-Learning Editors)</title><summary type='text'>Some schools are using Blogs to engage students in online discussion and writing.The site is at: http://blog.online-edu.org/zxl/cat_blogooa.html (but most of the content is in Chinese, not sure if you read Chinese).This School in Shanghai looks most interesting to me: http://www.liying.net.cn/Here is their student page: http://www.liying.net.cn/student/(Each class is writing one blog; and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/108276311544597237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/108276311544597237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108276311544597237' title='Blogs in China Schools (for E-Learning Editors)'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-108270843621243796</id><published>2004-04-23T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T01:25:08.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Songs, Love, and Marriage</title><summary type='text'>不过情歌终究只是情歌而已，它既非爱情男女的守护天使，更非婚姻缔约的金质保证书。于是先有老李抛妻弃女，留给朱卫茵一个“多么痛的领悟”，然后跟林忆莲有了他们的女儿。然后苏永康也终于宣布离婚。6年的时间说长不长，说短不短，它可以把一场美丽的邂逅升级为婚姻，也可以把一曲充满希望的《希望》唱成绝望。所谓流连夜店，所谓花费无度，所谓感情不一，所谓性格不合，不过是爱情破裂的种种借口。现代社会相爱很难，相守更难，天长地久不离不弃更是难上加难。--From Beijing Music Radio, insightful!!!It's hard to fall in love in this modern society; it's harder to sustain the love; spending your entire lives together will be the hardest.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/108270843621243796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/108270843621243796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108270843621243796' title='Love Songs, Love, and Marriage'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-108270227552269477</id><published>2004-04-22T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T17:09:33.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanished!</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/108270227552269477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/108270227552269477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108270227552269477' title='Vanished!'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-108109440342144077</id><published>2004-04-04T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T09:03:46.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honesty and Candor with Ourselves</title><summary type='text'>I loved the honesty and elegance of your statement:  "You have to realize that you are one of the nicest people in the world, and I'm not."  For some funny reason, I just love the self-critical candor of that statement.Sarah M sings, "stupid could I be!"When we are true to and self-critical about ourselves, people will forgive us.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/108109440342144077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/108109440342144077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108109440342144077' title='Honesty and Candor with Ourselves'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-108109422143392289</id><published>2004-04-04T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T09:00:44.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turns in Life--From a Friend</title><summary type='text'>You've heard the traditional Shaker hymn:    'Tis a gift to be simple,    'Tis a gift to be free,    'Tis a gift to come down where we ought to be,    And when we see ourselves in a way that's right,    We will live in a valley of love and delight!    When true simplicity is gained,    To live and to love we will not be ashamed,    To turn and to turn will be our delight,    Till by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/108109422143392289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/108109422143392289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108109422143392289' title='Turns in Life--From a Friend'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-108109420549993401</id><published>2004-04-04T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T09:01:00.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With Low Expectations</title><summary type='text'>Same could be said with many other things in life. For example, one would get loans easily if he proves he did not really need that loan. Perhaps the ultimate happiness lies in how one adjust his mind to embrace every situation in life? When one has low expectation on people and things in life, then most events could only come as a pleasant surprise.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/108109420549993401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/108109420549993401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108109420549993401' title='With Low Expectations'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-108063157996045010</id><published>2004-03-29T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T23:29:55.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Human Side of Me</title><summary type='text'>That day, I broke to tears, when students were giving me a hard time. I said "I gave myself to this class" and then cried and called for a break. BB called and we talked about it. "Your showing a human side and calling a break might have been -- paradoxically -- one of the best possible means of closure." He said crying is such a spontaneous and natural thing that you should not hold it back at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/108063157996045010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/108063157996045010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108063157996045010' title='The Human Side of Me'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-108045240945011324</id><published>2004-03-27T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T21:46:06.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beausoleil: Looking Back Tomorrow</title><summary type='text'>Michaeal DoucetLove Canjun music! It makes my time of solitude festive and lively. I have to remain in solitude to get things done. My favorite song is titled "Ma Douce Amie" (My Soft Girlfiend) and the lyrics are inside. It's a song about adieu, "Ce Serait pour la dire adieu, Que moi, je suis pare a partir".Who separate usWho flow underneath my eyesThis is going to be farewell, and, I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/108045240945011324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/108045240945011324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108045240945011324' title='Beausoleil: Looking Back Tomorrow'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-108045220299873634</id><published>2004-03-27T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T21:40:15.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Yourself</title><summary type='text'>I gave myself to teaching but there are always students who just "hate" me. Read an article on my way back from Shanghai, "There is always someone who doesn't like you!" You have  to remember to be true to yourself and others, love yourself and be yourself. But you can only be an angel to some people, to people who know how to respect you and appreciate you. Therefore, just let it go. Don't hold</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/108045220299873634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/108045220299873634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108045220299873634' title='Be Yourself'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-108012419086717198</id><published>2004-03-24T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T02:33:18.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A beautiful Song from Shanghai</title><summary type='text'>那天在上海，我跟妹妹婕子逛外滩回来，有位地铁歌手在那里放声歌唱朴树的“那些花儿”：那片笑声让我想起我的那些花儿，在我生命的每个角落，静静为我开着我曾以为我会永远守在她身旁，今天我们已经离去在人海茫茫她们都老了吧，她们在哪里呀， 我们就这样，各自奔天涯她们已经被风吹走， 散落在天涯有些故事还没讲完那就算了吧， 那些心情在岁月中已经难分真假如今这里荒草丛生没有了鲜花，她在曾经拥有你们的春秋和冬夏她们都老了吧，她们还在开吗， 我们就这样，各自奔天涯她们都老了吗， 她们在那里呀，我们就这样，各自奔天涯。拉拉拉拉拉。。， 想她。 有些故事还没讲完，那就算了罢。。。拉拉拉拉拉。。， 想她。”婕儿喜欢那首歌，丢给那位歌手好几块钱，“他唱得好听。”婕儿这学期没打工，省吃俭用的，平常连三块钱的冰淇淋都不舍得买；对街头艺人却这样大方，倒是有写象查里。后来她常常想起呢个夜晚，</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/108012419086717198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/108012419086717198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108012419086717198' title='A beautiful Song from Shanghai'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-108006691214841397</id><published>2004-03-23T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T10:38:38.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey to Shanghai</title><summary type='text'>It was a great trip, full of adventures. My life is blessed with sincere, generous, and giving people. Shanghai is an amazing city, but too many people. It's nice to be back to my quiet green corner in Southern California. See photos at: http://www.ofoto.com/BrowsePhotos.jsp?showSlide=true&amp;Uc=cg6dzr1.5qk0r4d5&amp;Uy=-m4tfws&amp;Upost_signin=BrowsePhotos.jsp%3fshowSlide%3dtrue&amp;Ux=0New hair, new image. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/108006691214841397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/108006691214841397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108006691214841397' title='Journey to Shanghai'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-107868799947329104</id><published>2004-03-07T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T11:36:23.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Chinese Song on NPR</title><summary type='text'>Green Island SerenadeMoonlight sheds on this green islandThat is where you are Like a boat floating in the ocean of my heartLet the wind carry my singing to you Slipping through the blinds on your windowThe shadow of the Coconut trees can't cover my love for youThe bright moonlight shines on my heartIn this cozy night of the green islandWhy you still remain silent</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107868799947329104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107868799947329104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107868799947329104' title='A Chinese Song on NPR'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-107851418759293980</id><published>2004-03-05T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T11:20:06.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>See you in my dreams</title><summary type='text'>Lips that once to be mineTender eyes that shineThey will light my way tonightI’ll see you in my dreamsHold you in my dreamsEven if someone took you out of my armsI can still feel the thrill of your charmsTender eyes that shine They will light my lonely way tonightI’ll see you in my dreams</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107851418759293980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107851418759293980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107851418759293980' title='See you in my dreams'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-107842259400372925</id><published>2004-03-04T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T09:52:53.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are Special!</title><summary type='text'>You are one of the most special people in the entire world.  Whether you get it w/o a fight, or have to delay a year, or never get it there at all is a tiny drop of water compared to the ocean of joy you bring to the world and the world of wonderful experiences that has been, is, and will be your charmed life.--From BB.     </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107842259400372925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107842259400372925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107842259400372925' title='You are Special!'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-107833074573989087</id><published>2004-03-03T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T08:22:36.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gas Lamp Tuesday</title><summary type='text'>RR and I went to Sevilla. It was a clear evening; downtown is cool and less crowded. Very few people in Sevilla but still enjoyable. My favorite Flamenco singer sang by himself. RR thanked me many times for taking him there. He felt like living in a movie; the feeling I used to have -:) We had good food and wine.We then went to a dance place on 5th ave, Jimmy's love. Okay dance but fun.Life is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107833074573989087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107833074573989087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107833074573989087' title='Gas Lamp Tuesday'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-107827366283047025</id><published>2004-03-02T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T16:32:46.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raining Day</title><summary type='text'>Love when it rains. Like last night, working at midnight and listening to the cozy rain. RR likes rain too. He resonated with my feeling about the rain. That's a good start. We are going to Sevilla tonight, for tapas and flamenco guitarists. The two musicians are the most passionate I have even seen. "Everything will work out," RR said last night, "I have this good feeling." I like his voice; </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107827366283047025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107827366283047025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107827366283047025' title='Raining Day'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-107816535008970476</id><published>2004-03-01T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T10:30:58.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good bye, my love</title><summary type='text'>---Excerpt from the Novel I am writing:Toast, honey, peanut butter, apple, and strawberry ice cream. That was breakfast. BB said he will come back for Arigato, Ciao Bella, ice cream and PF. The best for the last. Good-bye makes her sad. They listened to Bon soir 100 times, "ne manger bas; Bon soir, bon soir, mon belle..." That was their song. She loves seeing BB but good-bye tears her heart </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107816535008970476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107816535008970476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107816535008970476' title='Good bye, my love'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-107816488000345230</id><published>2004-03-01T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T18:50:56.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Moment of "Chaoes"</title><summary type='text'>That cool Saturday evening, we stood on the sidewalk of Mission Beach, eating Mocha Almond Fudge and watching "Chaoes". That was a silly ride, somewhat like the rollercoaster but for younger kids. Riders feel warm and fuzzy for a while and then begin to scream. It was a moment.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107816488000345230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107816488000345230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107816488000345230' title='A Moment of &quot;Chaoes&quot;'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-107803923080208473</id><published>2004-02-28T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T23:23:25.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Berkeley!</title><summary type='text'>I loved Berkeley! First, meeting RR on air; talked all the way. Watched Golden Bridge from the airplane; RR pointed to me where he grew up. He wished that he was not going to SL. That sincerity was very touching. He also gave me some changes to take BART.Met BS at Berkeley. I told him the sky in San Diego is blue and my name means a beautiful moon. His day was brightened. He felt like meeting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107803923080208473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107803923080208473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107803923080208473' title='Trip to Berkeley!'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-107803743969485619</id><published>2004-02-28T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T18:52:28.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Walk Under the Star</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107803743969485619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107803743969485619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107803743969485619' title='A Walk Under the Star'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-107686520143874426</id><published>2004-02-15T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T09:15:57.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Special Moment</title><summary type='text'>"Waiting for that special moment. When you kiss this person, the whole world becomes hazy. The only focus is you and that person. You want to laugh, you want to cry. You're so glad that you found it, but you are also afraid that it's going to go away."--A line from "Never been kissed"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107686520143874426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107686520143874426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107686520143874426' title='That Special Moment'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-107680579378502383</id><published>2004-02-14T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T16:45:48.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sound of Life</title><summary type='text'>I heard the sound of life and I smelled its aroma, this Saturday. Birds are chirping on the trees in my community; white flower pedals falling in the warm wind. "I remain in the moment and go with the flow. My mind is filled with peace and love."The power went out last night, so I read and exercised in the candle light. BB did not know about the power maintenance, and he said, "what do you need</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107680579378502383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107680579378502383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107680579378502383' title='The Sound of Life'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-107620007333024018</id><published>2004-02-07T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T16:31:29.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Bleak Mid-Winter</title><summary type='text'>I love this song. Sung by Christie H. and Richard Thompson, from Alabama."In the bleak mid-winterFrosty wind made moanEarth stood hard as ironWater like a stoneSnow had fallen, snow on snowSnow on snowIn the bleak mid-winterLong ago Angels and archangelsMay have gathered thereCherubim and seraphimThronged the airBut only his motherIn her maiden blissWorshipped the belovedWith a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107620007333024018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107620007333024018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107620007333024018' title='In the Bleak Mid-Winter'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-107611437847134646</id><published>2004-02-06T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T16:42:01.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring is here!</title><summary type='text'>The very young spring of February, 2004, Southern California. Flowers are blooming on trees outside my window. So many exciting things, so hard to focus! Named my laptop bb and pf. One day the screen says, "turn off bb and pf". B is bee, Pf is flower. Characters from my novel.BB is in a show this weekt. PF will be imagining his performance. He will do well!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107611437847134646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107611437847134646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107611437847134646' title='Spring is here!'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-107591788309946170</id><published>2004-02-04T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T10:07:03.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Describing Amour</title><summary type='text'>Like drops of water in the pacific, like grains of sand falling onto a beach, like stars in the sky. Inspired by..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107591788309946170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107591788309946170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107591788309946170' title='Describing Amour'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-107583582046207551</id><published>2004-02-03T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T10:05:31.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wiki Site</title><summary type='text'>Here is my own Wiki Sandbox:http://organicallydigital.com/compswiki/index.php/Comps/WangMinjuanorganicallydigital.com/compswiki/index.php/Comps/NotesFromMinjuanFor class use. I am going to start a wiki for each of my class. It will be interesting!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107583582046207551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107583582046207551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107583582046207551' title='Wiki Site'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-107561588276446514</id><published>2004-01-31T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T22:14:05.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The split of me!</title><summary type='text'>I have been writing and thinking about shanghai: my body is in San Diego, my soul is with BB, and my mind is in Shanghai.Here are some photos: http://www.geocities.com/tsiktsikcb/picshanghai.htmlEnjoy! The little Paris of Asia, I can't wait to see it. Ah, life is so good, like sunshine, like moon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107561588276446514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107561588276446514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107561588276446514' title='The split of me!'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-107558347395928224</id><published>2004-01-31T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T22:14:49.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intensive living!</title><summary type='text'>That's how I have been feeling all these years. Lived intensively, one day used as two days. Have no idea why, just enjoy being this way.Quite excited now! Just booked tickets to Shanghai, spring break. It's going to be a short and memorable spring. I began to dream about China; and I have never been to Shanghai. My sister will meet me at the gate, with lots of flowers in her hands, I hope.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107558347395928224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107558347395928224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107558347395928224' title='Intensive living!'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-107549310839284075</id><published>2004-01-30T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T11:15:51.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life like a Gipsy!</title><summary type='text'>Life has lots of good moments; they make my heart sing! This winter, there was one special Saturday night. It was very cold outside, and I stood at the bar counter of a club in Northern CA. The band was really good and the songs were touching. And then BB walked in unexpectedly. He dressed in his back leather coat, shining like a star in the clear eve. sky. He looked so much like George Colony.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107549310839284075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107549310839284075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107549310839284075' title='Life like a Gipsy!'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-107496702526219269</id><published>2004-01-24T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T09:59:10.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing the World, Living like a Princess</title><summary type='text'>Many women waited their entire life to be a princess, the romance and comforts someone else bring to them. It never happened. This year I will stop searching and create a fairy tale for myself. Busy-bee said, "and that you are destined to dance, travel, and write, experiencing a depth of feeling that the others don't dare to explore. I would be honored to be a life-long friend of such a person. "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107496702526219269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107496702526219269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107496702526219269' title='Seeing the World, Living like a Princess'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-107496660717189237</id><published>2004-01-24T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T09:52:12.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resetting my "Button"</title><summary type='text'>I have not been in a good mood, because of the hectic daily lives, comparing to the pure writing and faire tale life I had this winter. However, I don't mind going through these ups and downs; they push me to reflect, think, and act to change. The crisis-opportunity logic. Pain is better than numb and indifference.I don't know what to change yet, but changes will reveal one day. Not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107496660717189237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107496660717189237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107496660717189237' title='Resetting my &quot;Button&quot;'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-107420558265186266</id><published>2004-01-15T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T14:32:37.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A beautiful Song</title><summary type='text'>从没有对你说，我忍受着孤独漂泊只因为不放弃，从前许下的诚诺怎么样的生活，无法停止我心中的火你是否能感觉，对你的爱我从没变过我会忍不住把心给你快乐和眼泪，在未来未来的未来你能否能否看得见，我深情到心碎幸福和疲惫，在未来未来的未来这世界世界都听见，我寂寞的誓言我爱你--水木年华From A in-progress Novel:2004年的春天到了，姜月儿却常常想起冬天里的那个壁炉，那个或许再不会有的壁炉；温情，浪漫，火热，甜蜜痛苦笼罩着她，象多云的天气。世俗的生活这样无味，想念的日子非常难过。她在爱de记忆里迷失了；这种迷失和南加州快节奏的物质金钱世界格格不入，更增加了她的痛苦。她要作时代的弄潮儿，却找不到时代在哪里。到底要追求什么呢？是物质的丰裕还是跟物质无关的梦想。是要随波逐流呢还是要保持自己的风格，象那样，到处散发着艺术的光芒。</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107420558265186266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107420558265186266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107420558265186266' title='A beautiful Song'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-107375016452774392</id><published>2004-01-10T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T07:56:20.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Trip!</title><summary type='text'>It was a splendid trip; many surprises and everything turned out well. I had a 2-bedroom suite right on the beach, with a fireplace. I picked up some woods on the beach and have someone light the fire for me every night. Sitting in front of the fire, reading a book and writing a novel, it was very cozy.Also, danced everything, swing, salsa, tango, and rumba. People support musicians in this town</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107375016452774392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107375016452774392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107375016452774392' title='Wonderful Trip!'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-107297433015250709</id><published>2004-01-01T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T08:25:48.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><summary type='text'>I am on my way to the beaches and red woods. Yeap! My new year started with a one-week get-away. So excited! Last year I went to Hawaii and lots of good things happened. Life is a process of continuous exploration and a series of adventures. Resolution? Time management: Learn not to do trivial things and get focused!Wish you a happy and healthy new year. I will write more when back.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107297433015250709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107297433015250709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107297433015250709' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-107239290662066388</id><published>2003-12-25T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T15:40:13.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Research Use</title><summary type='text'>You don't have to read this one. I am using this piece to help me organize a research project: Yeap! Work invades life all the time. But as Alex said, "you have to find life in your work."Blog and Wiki talk in ChinaLLT Blog and Wiki sourceFrom ShiliangA weblog reader pageWiki Design principlesblogtalk.netWeblogs and DiscourseCNBLOG groupWikipedianhttp://www.socialtext.net/ssa/index.cgi</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107239290662066388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107239290662066388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107239290662066388' title='Research Use'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-107237569551586129</id><published>2003-12-25T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T10:09:02.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>圣诞节快乐</title><summary type='text'>头一个哪儿都没去呆在家里的圣诞节；因为前几天去的聚会太多了，也因为过两天就要去 Santa-Cruz 和旧金山了。夜色初上的时候在街上走了一趟，到处是闪烁辉煌的圣诞灯火。圣诞节是美国人心中的童话和神话，就象中国人的中秋和端午。  家是个温柔的小窝；很高兴有这个独自创建的家；这大概是新一代女性的特色。结婚生子不再是生活的主流，忙着快乐，旅行，和多彩的总在变的生活。半夜时下雨了，雨点敲打着屋顶和天窗。点起一只巨大的蜡烛，玫瑰水香的；倒了一杯  Jacob Creek's Shiraz, 在深夜里写作。我是个时间的盗儿。 圣地亚哥很少有这样灰蒙蒙的雨天，因此很自匿舒适。在家写作，看雨，听圣诞节的歌声在收音机里飘扬。日子这样好！晚上要跟 Alex 去 Cafe Sevilla, 我最喜欢的西班牙餐馆和音乐/舞巴。我会坐在靠墙的角落里听热情的 Flemenco 弹唱，看街</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107237569551586129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107237569551586129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107237569551586129' title='圣诞节快乐'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-107220613260506352</id><published>2003-12-23T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T11:08:06.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind My Dreams!</title><summary type='text'>Human beings have a deep need for novelty.  People who are living happy lives are constantly pushing the envelope and playing out at the frontiers.  They are constantly stretching themselves and trying new things.  When we were kids, we loved adventure.  Life was a game and we were not frightened to experience the unexpected.  And in doing so, we grew on a daily basis and happiness filled our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107220613260506352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107220613260506352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107220613260506352' title='Behind My Dreams!'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-107211201957519959</id><published>2003-12-22T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T08:53:54.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridge of the Madison County</title><summary type='text'>This movie swept China a few years ago; loved and adored by the middle-aged generation. Here are some words worthy knowing:"What Robert and I had couldn't continue if we were together; What Richard and I shared would not vanish even if we were apart. Love wouldn't obey our expectations.Robert is the lover and Richard is the husband. She had her dreams but she had to give it away. [Reworded]</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107211201957519959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107211201957519959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107211201957519959' title='Bridge of the Madison County'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-107211155373063701</id><published>2003-12-22T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T08:09:28.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Message in A Bottle</title><summary type='text'>This movie is soul-touching. And I am big fan of Kevin Lastname? He is so cool so down to earth. Also, a tragical ending; not very typical Hollywood. Here are some words:"Oh and every time I'm close to you, there's too much I can't say. And you just walk away. And I forgot to tell you, I love you And the night's too long and cold here without you I grieve in my condition for cannot find the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107211155373063701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107211155373063701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107211155373063701' title='Message in A Bottle'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-107203283137319974</id><published>2003-12-21T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T09:00:08.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 days to the New Year</title><summary type='text'>I am going to do a final dash--all kinds of cleaning and preparing. It's nice to come to an end and start something new. Like achieving a milestone. This might be one of my best years, travelling (Oahu, Kauai, Davis, SAC, LA, Long Beach, Santa-Barbara, The Red Woods, D.C., Orlando, Arizona twice, Catalina Island). The true love many never experience; two novels on the way; lots of wonderful </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107203283137319974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107203283137319974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107203283137319974' title='10 days to the New Year'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-107198013306686116</id><published>2003-12-20T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T10:14:52.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>自由的生活</title><summary type='text'>放假的最大好处就是自由，完全的身心自由。思绪象鸟一样放飞，很多时候不知道作什么好，因为可作的太多了：读书， 写作，上网，装饰房子，跳舞，购物，烹调。。。日子就这样过去。不知道那些有家有口的女人们是怎么平衡她们的生活的。上海的小学生们认为他们的妈妈身上油烟味太重，我觉不想成为这些妈妈中的一员。学一学西方女人吧，她们事业生活两不耽误。人到中年了依旧活泼漂亮象鲜亮的公主，秘诀在于：不失去自己！美丽的女人很多，但高雅如清水芙蓉的不多。那样的女人总是鹤立鸡群，她们美而不自傲；似乎美只是她们的点缀，内在的热情诗情才是最重要的。我昨天在写红杉林中的爱情故事时，远方的瑞棋似乎感觉到了。他说一直在想着我，想着那个迷人的夏天。我们每年只见几次，但每次都象蜜月。尤其是在北加的那个小镇，他牵着我的手在夏天的黄昏走过。街头到处是音乐家，我们旁若无人地跳舞，Salsa 和阿根廷探戈。</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107198013306686116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107198013306686116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107198013306686116' title='自由的生活'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-107193927187156738</id><published>2003-12-20T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T08:54:46.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>初恋的诗</title><summary type='text'>We do think of ourselves as princess. That's silly but also prevents us from being too "real." Here are some poems I wrote in my first love. Can't imagine I used to think that way. But proud of my "pure emotion" too:初恋的诗我的胸怀真是一片清新的草原，能放牧你绵长悠远的梦么？你是晨曦，我的灵魂是原野。 因为你的原因，我的树苑盛开你最柔美的花儿， 在晓风中芬芳。你是布谷，我的心灵是小溪，因了你的缘故，我的浪花在憧憬中潺潺流淌。你软软的情思，融化了我的魂与魄，我觉得我在飘飞，变成了一挂很美很美的瀑布。为什么我可以锁住我的笔， 却锁不住爱的忧伤。</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107193927187156738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107193927187156738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107193927187156738' title='初恋的诗'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-107177803416043241</id><published>2003-12-18T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T12:07:28.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovered a new World</title><summary type='text'>http://blog.online-edu.org/weblog/题：被称为世上最经典的25句话 | 回响 (0)□来源：Time 2 Learn□作者：david 　□时间：December 18, 2003 05:25 PM□内容：前不久访问“E-Learning心法”，看到其中的“嘉言集锦”，哑然失笑，引子是“計畫永遠趕不上變化，變化比不上長官的一句話”，引出的还有“快樂不是因為擁有的多，而是計較的少。”“經驗不是一個人的遭遇，而是他如何面對自己的遭遇。”等。碰巧今天又收到同事的电子邮件，觉得亦有同样智慧。不过世间事从来知易行难，座右铭也不过一条，总归要一堑一堑地吃下去，才能长一点点智慧啊。被称为世上最经典的25句话送交者: 冬云 2003年12月16日16:21:15 于 [五味斋]http://www.bbsland.com １，记住该记住的，</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107177803416043241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107177803416043241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107177803416043241' title='Discovered a new World'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-107142997594050539</id><published>2003-12-14T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T11:28:11.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Generation of the 70s</title><summary type='text'>Finally, I called Zhen, my best girlfriend in China. We have lost contact for a couple of years (busy life). But we were able to pick up our conversation as if no time has elapsed since 1997. She said she still has that photo--two of us eating raspberry underneath a tree in Peking U campus. Zhen and I are so typical of people born in the 70s, positive, idealistic, spiritually-fulfilled, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107142997594050539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107142997594050539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107142997594050539' title='The Generation of the 70s'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-107142871943444009</id><published>2003-12-14T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T11:05:32.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Stories</title><summary type='text'>Called my sister and she had fun stories to tell too. Her recent romance with a boy in Shanghai. It was a raining night, they took a long walk on the street, sat in front of a store, and drank up an entire bottle of red wine.  This brings back the memories of my college love, stories left behind at the Nameless Lake and the Yangzi River.She was involved with another boy but now things have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107142871943444009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107142871943444009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107142871943444009' title='Love Stories'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-107142845784494573</id><published>2003-12-14T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T11:01:11.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Evening</title><summary type='text'>Dancing is always stimulating. I can finish a paper after dancing all night. This is known as the emotional engagement of work/learning. So we had a blast at that party. I danced with others to the "gaslamp band" (I just named them), Salsa, Tango, Swing, Combia, and others. Some people might felt uncomfortable at this--more of an "academic" party.  But who cares! I am old enough to enjoy myself, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107142845784494573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107142845784494573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107142845784494573' title='Fun Evening'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-107124877705611886</id><published>2003-12-12T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T09:06:30.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><summary type='text'>I had lots of interesting dreams last night. My mind is always so active when I sleep. Yoga exhausted my body but energized my mind. How interesting. The dream scene was a narrow street, like the one in State College. Lots of coffee house and stores along the street. I saw my mother, sister, a high-school classmate (Zheng Xin), and J. A bunch of nice-looking boys sit in one of the cafe. They were</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107124877705611886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107124877705611886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107124877705611886' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-107124845180030422</id><published>2003-12-12T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T09:01:04.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semester is winding down</title><summary type='text'>Finally, the finals week. Pressure is high but spirit is good. My Tuesday class dressed up, dressed down, dressed how they felt. They said they will miss me. I'll miss them too. One of the most lively classes I have ever had. They treat me like a friend but respected me as a teacher. The other class, some are eager to get out of the professor-student thing so they can really be my friends. I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107124845180030422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107124845180030422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107124845180030422' title='Semester is winding down'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-107099781157483581</id><published>2003-12-09T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T11:23:43.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live in Today-a special Column</title><summary type='text'>I should start a special column on what is going on today in China. I will post news especially the music news I heard from Beijing Music Radio. Let's see if there are reader interests.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107099781157483581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107099781157483581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107099781157483581' title='Live in Today-a special Column'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-10709968119300608</id><published>2003-12-09T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T11:08:23.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The December Moon</title><summary type='text'>Monday is always a long day, because I teach a research class from 7-10pm. So I took a break at dusk and walked around our beautiful campus. Traffic on the freeway is busy as usual; I always love watching the traffic on the Southern CAL freeway. Then I spotted the big yellow moon, hanging over the hills of San Carols, serene and stunningly beautiful; forming such a contrast with the freeway.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/10709968119300608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/10709968119300608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#10709968119300608' title='The December Moon'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-107030356386703194</id><published>2003-12-01T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T10:32:53.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gathering</title><summary type='text'>I had friends come over for dinner. It was such an enjoyable evening; all my work paid off--shopping, cleaning, cooking, and hosting. It feels so good to entertain others and make them smile. I also loved the setting of my dinner table: wine glasses, nicely-folded napkins, specially prepared dishes, and good accompanies of course.Everyone brought wine and flowers. I am so moved by their generous</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107030356386703194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/107030356386703194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107030356386703194' title='Gathering'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-106995326251606403</id><published>2003-11-27T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T09:17:59.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excerpts from "We were born in the 70s"</title><summary type='text'>To entertain friends who frequent this blog. Enjoy!第二天亚当请她去吃中饭， 开着他深蓝色的Lexus. 右边的车门是坏的， 用力才能打开。他侧过身开门的时候，她们的眼睛再次相遇了。那淡蓝色如同汪洋海水的眼睛，让她那样轻易地陶醉。他们的唇再次相逢在午后的阳光里，象一对初恋情人，羞涩而好奇， 那是记忆中甜蜜的一吻。 高挑英俊的亚当， 是毛咪少女时期梦见过的白马王子。他看着她的时候，整个世界都不存在了。电影中看来的经典语句在心中奏起了交响曲：	“每一次说再见都象永别”--&lt;&lt;魂断蓝桥&gt;&gt;她那样渴望着他的拥抱！她愿放弃一切去追随他，那梦中情人。	分手时，毛咪依依不舍地看着亚当：“保证，你一定还会再见我！”	亚当：“我保证。” 他微微笑着，平静而憨厚。......然而，绵长的思念切不断。在湖边散步，</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106995326251606403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106995326251606403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106995326251606403' title='Excerpts from &quot;We were born in the 70s&quot;'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-106995258560759687</id><published>2003-11-27T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T09:04:16.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A poem about Hawaii</title><summary type='text'>夏威夷的月亮三月时节，我与你相逢，在月光如水的夜晚海风轻吹，雪崩般的长吻， 淹没了那个夜晚的空中楼阁那短暂的爱，超越时空，荷花般清纯，木棉般燃烧，凤凰花般成熟， 丁香般四溢芬芳如海上日出，山上野花，杨柳微风更如乾柴烈火， 就这样， 烧尽了我二十岁的青春年华我牵着你的手，行走在城市的灯红酒绿风吹动你的风衣我的长发和频频回守的人们如同一场黑白电影， 描绘着巴黎的1920你永恒的足迹， 印在第四大街的人行道我与你舞蹈，在 Cafe Sevilla 那里的人们， 传说着翩翩舞姿美好爱情在你火热的吻里， 我如花绽放这个忙碌世界，沐浴着爱的芳香你走的时候，我的魂跟着走了。迷失的我，在那个城市里四处游走， 寻找你的影子为什么， 你这样走，头也不回，给我一个永恒的背影而我真正想留住的，却是你的眼睛它们如星闪烁，在清晰的梦境我在夏日的海岸， 画着你的相</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106995258560759687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106995258560759687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106995258560759687' title='A poem about Hawaii'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-106995223175371591</id><published>2003-11-27T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T08:57:20.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Wishes: from my friend Yvonne</title><summary type='text'>We met on Oahu February 2002 and have been friends since then.To try to step back from the "fast paced" society that seems to sweep us in and cause stress when we could have enjoyed a nice cup of tea and spent time with those who are most special to us.  But I now realize that $ does not bring happiness even in large amounts of $ because we can always make more $ but those things in life (e.g</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106995223175371591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106995223175371591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106995223175371591' title='More Wishes: from my friend Yvonne'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-106995204832519101</id><published>2003-11-27T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T08:54:17.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A novel to Share--Thanksgiving</title><summary type='text'>感恩节	我生在感恩节左右， 有时重叠。火鸡日因此也多了一层意义， 是我感谢生活给予的日子。周六的天那样蓝， 阳光一射无余。去 Ikea 买了红色的窗帘，挂在卧室的落地窗上。整个屋子一下显得喜气样样， 也冲淡了冬天的清寒。晚上睡觉时打开了百页帘， 夜色和月光从恋逢里透进来， 象个波澜不惊的梦。 生活是这样沸腾， 这样美丽。快三十的我仍然常常这样感叹。生活中的惊讶和欢乐使我年少时的梦不断重现。	跟你同度一生的只有你自己！我忽然明白了这句话的含义。这一年我依旧年轻， 但成熟， 自信，快乐，带着些沧桑的美丽。象校园民遥里的一首歌，“在那遥远的春色里我遇到了盛开的她， 洋溢着灿烂的光华象一个美丽童话。” 我在自己的轨道上忙碌行走，又不忘采摘路旁的玫瑰。我在世界这块土地上自由行走，遇到一些传奇的人与传奇的事。	追求生活的美丽， 诗情， 与优雅---新一年的左右铭。</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106995204832519101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106995204832519101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106995204832519101' title='A novel to Share--Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-106995161195315745</id><published>2003-11-27T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T08:47:00.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Album</title><summary type='text'>http://www.ofoto.com/I.jsp?c=cg6dzr1.6i31tc1&amp;x=1&amp;y=-fyf2qz Enjoy! My sister's newborn and my birthday ones.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106995161195315745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106995161195315745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106995161195315745' title='Photo Album'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-106995145057031625</id><published>2003-11-27T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T08:44:19.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In love with a song</title><summary type='text'>"To whom your love goes?"--by Midnight BandPlease forget the past happiness;My heart has gone with youLost the love of my lifeHeart-broken to think of it this wayTo whom your love goesMy heart is crying for you....The words are not for me but the tune is. A pop Chinese song just came out. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106995145057031625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106995145057031625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106995145057031625' title='In love with a song'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-106974347024332091</id><published>2003-11-24T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T22:57:57.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catalina Stories (2)</title><summary type='text'>Sunday was a perfect day. Karen and I felt like living in a storybook; not because we haven't been to beautiful places. It was just a perfect day. I love that boat! It felt like a cradle. I sat on the top deck and watched waves for an hour. The boat also saved a mobile boat, one that is just floating on the ocean. Like a crime scene.-:)We hiked about 5 miles that afternoon. The hilly road </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106974347024332091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106974347024332091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106974347024332091' title='Catalina Stories (2)'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-106974149288545988</id><published>2003-11-24T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T22:27:29.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Catalina</title><summary type='text'>Catalina was great! A quiet peaceful island, like a mini-maui. That Hilly House story is heart-breaking. This Frenchman built that beautiful red house in two years, with his blind circus horse ???. He built it to please a lady he planned to marry. However, when the house was just getting perfect, she got tired of waiting. [Guys, whom to blame? Why don't you bring her over to see the house when it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106974149288545988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106974149288545988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106974149288545988' title='Back from Catalina'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-106974115311378914</id><published>2003-11-24T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T22:29:47.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More and More...</title><summary type='text'>"It was so long ago that I was 30 that it’s hard to remember! Before kids seems so distant!When I turned 29, I had a hard time with it. After that, it’s been smooth sailing. Life just keeps getting better (and busier!). We had birthday bashes on our fortieths just to keep it all in perspective.My motto to live by... “Never say never” sort of sums it up. Stay open to try new things, stay awake</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106974115311378914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106974115311378914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106974115311378914' title='More and More...'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-106974067417187978</id><published>2003-11-24T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T22:11:22.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Wishes from Friends: Thank you!</title><summary type='text'>"Irena and I am very proud of your achievement in life, We still remember our first meeting in Beijing at  the Sheraton hotel gift shop, you were very young but had lots of positive energy. We became friends and took care of each other."--Israel"In my opinion, you already emulate many of the qualities and characteristics that I think are essential for a successful and happy life. Among these </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106974067417187978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106974067417187978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106974067417187978' title='More Wishes from Friends: Thank you!'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-106954756561152532</id><published>2003-11-22T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T16:32:53.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Future</title><summary type='text'>Do you dread the future? Or will you warmly welcome it as youwould a new friend?Senator Hubert Humphrey, a man with an indomitable zest forliving, once talked about the "good old days." He said, "Theywere never that good, believe me. The good new days are today,and better days are coming tomorrow. Our greatest songs are stillunsung."What a marvelous spirit! Our greatest songs are still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106954756561152532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106954756561152532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106954756561152532' title='About Future'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-106954744680254542</id><published>2003-11-22T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T16:30:54.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To "Passion Flower"</title><summary type='text'>I like this name. I do. Love it, in fact. Here are a collection of wishes from friends and busy bees (LOL):"To a good person who works hard at her job but who is sufficiently self-assured and content to realize that her work isn't the beginning and end of her life, and who remembers to keep in touch with the artistic, reflective, and passionate sides of her life." "I would probably sleep on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106954744680254542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106954744680254542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106954744680254542' title='To &quot;Passion Flower&quot;'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-106954288994536674</id><published>2003-11-22T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T15:14:57.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen to the Sound of Life</title><summary type='text'>This is the last day of my 29. I worked at home, allowing all kinds of thoughts to emerge. The wind is blowing the leaves of that big tree outside my window. That's the sound of life. I asked friends around the world for advise, about life. One said, "You have a good start on a wonderful motto--To be a good person and be self-content, while heeding the calls of the artistic and passionate sides</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106954288994536674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106954288994536674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106954288994536674' title='Listen to the Sound of Life'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-106917687426885258</id><published>2003-11-18T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T09:34:40.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Flying</title><summary type='text'>I love flying, above the ground at 20,000 feet (is that a reasonable number)? Flying across the Pacific or continents can be mind-changing, as if life has been transformed. The world looks so small underneath and you can't see people. Lights spark like stars in the universe. You really wonder where everyone is and where your friends and loved ones are. All mistakes can be forgiven, all happiness </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106917687426885258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106917687426885258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106917687426885258' title='Love Flying'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-106917549824033948</id><published>2003-11-18T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T09:11:44.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Chinese literature site</title><summary type='text'>It is called WenXue Cheng (Literature City): http://cg.chineselib.com/cg.pl?u=www.wenxuecity.com&amp;f=t</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106917549824033948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106917549824033948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106917549824033948' title='A Chinese literature site'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-106917291174570438</id><published>2003-11-18T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T08:29:21.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos from Florida</title><summary type='text'>http://www.ofoto.com/PhotoView.jsp?&amp;collid=45050677405&amp;photoid=37284176705 (Tampa)http://www.ofoto.com/PhotoView.jsp?collid=45050677405&amp;photoid=76094176705&amp;&amp;refreshkey=1069172814428 (Tampa Pier)But, it is nice to come home.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106917291174570438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106917291174570438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106917291174570438' title='Photos from Florida'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-106905780699593364</id><published>2003-11-17T00:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T00:30:13.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home, Sweet Home</title><summary type='text'>Many thanks to my friend Michele and Kun for encouraging me to write this blog. I have been on the road this past two weeks, talking about a woman on the run--my friend KD. says. Life has been very interesting once the travel started. My flight to Florida was long but beautiful. We flew over New Orleans and I saw the beautiful and serene Mississippi. Orlando was a pleasant surprise too. I stayed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106905780699593364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106905780699593364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106905780699593364' title='Home, Sweet Home'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-106850521588612472</id><published>2003-11-10T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T15:00:20.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ready for Orlando</title><summary type='text'>I will be in Orlando this weekend, working for Asynchronous Learning Network conference. Life is wonderful but busy and crazy, as it always is. Better than feeling bored or dull. Always remember to be a better person, to cultivate friendship, and to love others.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106850521588612472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106850521588612472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106850521588612472' title='Getting Ready for Orlando'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-106850506345328830</id><published>2003-11-10T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T14:57:47.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Phoenix!</title><summary type='text'>I am in Phoenix, attending E-Learn conference. Hilton suites hotel is such a pleasant surprise. I walked into a beautiful suite that has the panorama view of Phoenix. The sunrise and sunset are spectacular. I always feel lonely the first day of the conference, trying to get around and get to know people. But once I am in the full-swing conferencing mood, life is good! Met some interesting people </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106850506345328830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106850506345328830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106850506345328830' title='Beautiful Phoenix!'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-106754607105488442</id><published>2003-10-30T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T12:34:32.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Essence of Life</title><summary type='text'>不在乎拥有多少物质财富，塑造外表和精神都美好的自己。很多现在看来重要的事， 三五年后都化作云烟。只有自己的形体，思维， 气质，心灵是不断发展无法摆脱的。这个季节火鸡风行。我生在感恩节左右， 生日有时跟火鸡日重叠。火鸡日因此也多了一层意义， 是我感谢生活给予的日子。周六的天那样蓝， 阳光一射无余。去 Ikea 买了红色的窗帘，挂在卧室的落地窗上。整个屋子一下显得喜气样样， 也冲淡了冬天的清寒。晚上睡觉时打开了百页帘， 夜色和月光从恋逢里透进来， 象个波澜不惊的梦。 生活是这样沸腾， 这样美丽。快三十的我仍然常常这样感叹。生活中的惊讶和欢乐使我年少时的梦境不断重现。跟你同度一生的只有你自己！我忽然明白了这句话的含义。这一年我依旧年轻， 但成熟， 自信，快乐，带着些沧桑的美丽。象校园民遥里的一首歌，“在那遥远的春色里我遇到了盛开的她， 洋溢着灿烂的光华象一个美丽童话。</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106754607105488442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106754607105488442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106754607105488442' title='The Essence of Life'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-106754551805652795</id><published>2003-10-30T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T12:25:19.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My book plan</title><summary type='text'>I have been writing a novel titled, "we were born in the 70s." Oh, yes, so much to write about. Here are some excerpts in Chinese for my Chinese readers:我们出生在七十年代: 杜鹃花开四处有一种人, 现实再严酷, 灵魂却总是在单纯的梦中. 故事中的人物毛咪和出生在七十年代的那一批人，就这样在痛苦中快乐地燃烧着生命,  烧成一片火红的的杜鹃花. 于是年年月月杜鹃花开四处.--题记　　　　　　　　　　　　不知道什么时候她们微笑着走出童年， 含着泪向童年说一声再见。故乡的歌是一只清远的笛总是在有月亮的晚上响起故乡的面貌却是一种模糊的愁怅仿佛雾里的挥手别离离别后乡愁是一颗没有年轮的树永不老去--席幕容</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106754551805652795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106754551805652795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106754551805652795' title='My book plan'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-106754533013191731</id><published>2003-10-30T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T12:22:11.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is your Passion?</title><summary type='text'>What does love have to do with your personal and professional development? A lot. When we are emotionally involved, work becomes interesting, stimulating, and eventually successful. My passion is to write--articles, blogs, novels, poetry. or letters to friends. Writing to find out what you are thinking--a bright student of mine said so. Life is certainly not dull when you have so much to write </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106754533013191731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106754533013191731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106754533013191731' title='What is your Passion?'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-106753421826175511</id><published>2003-10-30T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T11:56:25.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Walk</title><summary type='text'>I went to Mizu, a Japanese restaurant at Mission Beach last night. It felt so good to get out. Their deluxe combo is my favorite, 6 pcs spicy tuna roll, with Salmon, house ginger salad, soup, and rice. A group of teens were celebrating birthday and they made lots of noises. I watched and thought, "this is how life should be." Always happy, always cheerful, always carefree, always own the world.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106753421826175511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106753421826175511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106753421826175511' title='Beach Walk'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-106744658487925854</id><published>2003-10-29T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T08:57:28.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird and Fascinating Dreams</title><summary type='text'>I always have vivid dreams. This dream came about 5 or 6am this morning. The elevator of a high rise building did not work so we (with a friend Maria and another anonymous girl) had to climb to the 23th floor. Then we saw the night sky, the shining stars, and the Christmas carriage flying across the sky. I was very sad the entire time because in the dream a loved one vanished. The good news is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106744658487925854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106744658487925854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106744658487925854' title='Weird and Fascinating Dreams'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-106744433838701258</id><published>2003-10-29T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T08:18:59.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire Update</title><summary type='text'>The fire is now only burning in the East mountains and life is getting back to Normal. The air seems fresher today and finally I can see the smiling sun. School remained closed today. So I have been closed in at home in the past three days.So sad to see people who have lost their homes, the hard core of an American dream. But also, we learned that material is only external and inner strength can</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106744433838701258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106744433838701258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106744433838701258' title='Fire Update'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-106722972299034517</id><published>2003-10-26T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T21:22:16.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day of Fire</title><summary type='text'>Fire has burned down 615 homes! The first disastrous day after 911. 5000 people are being sheltered at QualComm stadium; freeways are closed. San Diego has become a ghost town, burning but bleak. Friends called; students emailed; colleagues offered housing. These all meant a lot to me. The scenes on TV look like Gone with Wind. I am exhausted from car-loading and I felt like crying. My car is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106722972299034517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106722972299034517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106722972299034517' title='The Day of Fire'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-106719697300194300</id><published>2003-10-26T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T11:36:40.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am getting ready for evacuation. Fire is getting closer to 8 Freeway. Hope everything will be fine. Can you imagine things happen over night like this?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106719697300194300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106719697300194300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106719697300194300' title=''/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-106719492339937616</id><published>2003-10-26T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T11:02:04.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire season</title><summary type='text'>Fire is spreading in Southern California. The sky is covered by smoke and looks sand-yellow, like the end of the world. I am a little scared. Several freeways have been closed and people are being evacuated. A student emailed me to get project extension, "we are getting ready to leave our house any time." A peaceful and stable living environment is precious, indeed. How often do we take it for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106719492339937616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106719492339937616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106719492339937616' title='Fire season'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-106709630783061014</id><published>2003-10-25T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T08:38:28.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PNY</title><summary type='text'>I had to use this as his name. He is from an Asian country and reminded me of the boys I grew up with. First class he said he wanted to be a lord, which made the class laugh. When we were making iMovie, he had this funny footage, "Bush said to me--you must do what you must do." He is one of the most bright, attentive and lively students I have ever had. He is also such as a free spirit. When he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106709630783061014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106709630783061014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106709630783061014' title='PNY'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-106709484907508547</id><published>2003-10-25T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T08:14:09.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work is Not Everything!</title><summary type='text'>Listening to others and get inspired. A nice lady from Colorado said to me, "work is not everything. There are so many important things in our lives." Most people know it but do not act on it. Work has invaded our personal lives like flood. If work doesn't go well, then we feel crushed, as if the world has collapsed.I promised her that I'll write this down and revisit it from time to time. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106709484907508547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106709484907508547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106709484907508547' title='Work is Not Everything!'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-106709425780765318</id><published>2003-10-25T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T11:04:29.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Two Days</title><summary type='text'>Solitude! That's what I desire for in the morning. Just sitting at my home office, write, think and surf online. I spent two wonderful days at a conference in Anaheim, the Disneyland. I went out with some friends from Utah and we danced to an open-air band, Salsa and merengue. It was such a beautiful band. The rest of the time I talked to people and made some new contact. I felt sad when I had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106709425780765318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106709425780765318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106709425780765318' title='Wonderful Two Days'/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-106680273127553548</id><published>2003-10-21T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T23:05:31.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A beautiful Ocean Sunset.. I usually get tired of my photos quickly, but this one stays one of my favorites.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106680273127553548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106680273127553548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106680273127553548' title=''/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5951565.post-106680119236571643</id><published>2003-10-21T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T22:44:57.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I worked intensively today. The weather was hot like summer and I recalled this wonderful summer of 2003. When dusk came, I took a brisk walk around Lake Murray. The cool breeze caressed my hair, styled like Mega Ryan in You got Mail. Airplanes flew across the evening sky, and the stars sparkled all over. All of a sudden I was overwhelmed by the memories of this summer, that warm cozy July </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106680119236571643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5951565/posts/default/106680119236571643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gingermoon.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106680119236571643' title=''/><author><name>Minjuan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16364678146512443098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://edweb.sdsu.edu/people/mwang/pictures/sab/minjuan_xinlang_Sm.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
