<?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-37839055</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:16:31.205-07:00</updated><category term='TV'/><category term='Trivial'/><category term='Life and feelings'/><category term='Pets'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Library'/><title type='text'>Carrot &amp; Stick</title><subtitle type='html'>What it looks like is more important than what it is</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-1201085028088872729</id><published>2008-07-15T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T03:34:34.436-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>Floating Leaf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/SHx9Khow1OI/AAAAAAAAAEE/4e5TjbKbR-4/s1600-h/DSC00035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223187287624439010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/SHx9Khow1OI/AAAAAAAAAEE/4e5TjbKbR-4/s400/DSC00035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/SHx9KrxFF5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/NdfdyYMTh2k/s1600-h/DSC00036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223187290343675794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/SHx9KrxFF5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/NdfdyYMTh2k/s400/DSC00036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/SHx7V-Eq7VI/AAAAAAAAAD0/aIVSQBgKsFQ/s1600-h/DSC01432.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/SHx7WS8HzEI/AAAAAAAAAD8/TzpoP2jfyiM/s1600-h/DSC01500.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ater Lily is cute. Once she knows that her leaf can reach the surface, all the new leaves will shoot and become floating leaves. As they are provided more light and air on the surface, they know and they can do that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-1201085028088872729?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/1201085028088872729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=1201085028088872729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/1201085028088872729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/1201085028088872729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2008/07/floating-leaf.html' title='Floating Leaf'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/SHx9Khow1OI/AAAAAAAAAEE/4e5TjbKbR-4/s72-c/DSC00035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-8955658459734697254</id><published>2007-11-01T04:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T04:57:21.971-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>Two of my tanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/Rym-1gqRvuI/AAAAAAAAADk/16zKz-IloCc/s1600-h/DSC01500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127839477247622882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/Rym-1gqRvuI/AAAAAAAAADk/16zKz-IloCc/s400/DSC01500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/Rym-2AqRvvI/AAAAAAAAADs/ysCsLRGdjIM/s1600-h/DSC01432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127839485837557490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/Rym-2AqRvvI/AAAAAAAAADs/ysCsLRGdjIM/s400/DSC01432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-8955658459734697254?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/8955658459734697254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=8955658459734697254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/8955658459734697254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/8955658459734697254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/11/two-of-my-tanks.html' title='Two of my tanks'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/Rym-1gqRvuI/AAAAAAAAADk/16zKz-IloCc/s72-c/DSC01500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-5956135564382661021</id><published>2007-11-01T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T04:48:59.094-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Fraction 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;f you look close enough, you'll find everyone has a weak spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;shot my wife...prove it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;ven the boken clock gets to be right twic a day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ake a very special sort of person to look into someone's eyes and shoot them. It is a crtain kind of strength. Ted ( by &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000164/"&gt;Anthony Hopkins&lt;/a&gt;) made a plan to kill his wife and her lover by only one bullet. He previously changed his gun with Lt. Robert Nunally. Lt. Nunally took it out when he left the Ted's. The only peice of evidence was take away and wear on Lt. Nunally's hip. Willy was cute and accoused Ted for murdering his wife as his wife was alreadu dead. The first time Ted went to trial for attempt to murder his wife for she's still alive then. But now, things changed. New evidence for new charge.  Wonderful act showed by Anthony Hopkins and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0331516/"&gt;Ryan Gosling&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ps  No one cares wheither Jennifer alive or dead except Willey. They all pay attention to their own bussiness. Leave ur e-mail address as you prefered to have a discussion. Because this blog is always unable to be accessed by myself, I cannot see any comments on board.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-5956135564382661021?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/5956135564382661021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=5956135564382661021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/5956135564382661021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/5956135564382661021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/11/fraction-2007.html' title='Fraction 2007'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-2839488402898462248</id><published>2007-10-17T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T06:20:57.075-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Full of It 2007</title><content type='html'>Winners always lie.&lt;br /&gt;Linars always win.&lt;br /&gt;Do u believe it? Samule did not believe it, either. However, he tried to lie to people around. It did work  and people became to like him when he lay. He found all his lies came true one morning. His dog ate his homework every morning, her parents became artists... he was an excellent basketball player and saved his team time and again... Not too long did he found it was not what he wanted. He really needed to get back the normal life he used to.&lt;br /&gt;Just a funny story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-2839488402898462248?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/2839488402898462248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=2839488402898462248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/2839488402898462248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/2839488402898462248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/10/full-of-it-2007.html' title='Full of It 2007'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-2625072852107194741</id><published>2007-10-16T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T00:01:24.680-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life and feelings'/><title type='text'>Oh, My God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/karlhigh.blogspot.com"&gt;karlhigh.blogspot.com &lt;/a&gt;can be visited again. More than 100 days have passed. Time passed and things changed.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks God&lt;br /&gt;Thanks 17big&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-2625072852107194741?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/2625072852107194741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=2625072852107194741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/2625072852107194741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/2625072852107194741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-my-god.html' title='Oh, My God'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-8693182374070850723</id><published>2007-09-04T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T17:35:34.563-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life and feelings'/><title type='text'>FW: The trees outside my window</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;rom the window of my room, I could see a tall cotton-rose hibiscus. In spring, when green foliage was half hidden by mist, the tree looked very enchanting dotted with red blossom. This inspiring neighbor of mine often set my mind working. I gradually regarded it as my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, when I opened the window one morning, to my amazement, the tree was almost bare beyond recognition as a result of the storm ravages the night before. Struck by the plight, I was seized with a sadness at the thought “all the blossom is doomed to fall”. I could not help sighing with emotion: the course of life never runs smooth, for there are so many ups and downs, twists and turns. The vicissitudes of my life saw my beloved friends parting one after another. Isn’t it similar to the tree shedding its flowers in the wind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chinadaily.com.cn/language_tips/images/attachement/jpg/site1/20070903/0013729e42d20845c38d3f.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;his event faded from my memory as time went by. One day after I came home from the countryside, I found the room stuffy and casually opened the window. Something outside caught my eye and dazzled me. It was a plum tree all scarlet with blossom set off beautifully by the sunset. The surprise discovery overwhelmed me with pleasure. I wondered why I had no idea of some unyielding life sprouting over the fallen petals when I was grieving for the hibiscus.&lt;br /&gt;When the last withered petal dropped, all the joyful admiration for the hibiscus sank into oblivion as if nothing was left, until the landscape was again ablaze with the red plum blossom to remind people of life’s alternation and continuance. Can’t it be said that life is actually a symphony, a harmonious composition of loss and gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;tanding by the window lost in thought for a long time, I realized that no scenery in the world remains unchanged. As long as you keep your heart basking in the sun, every dawn will present a fine prospect for you to unfold and the world will always be about new hopes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-8693182374070850723?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/8693182374070850723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=8693182374070850723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/8693182374070850723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/8693182374070850723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/09/fw-trees-outside-my-window.html' title='FW: The trees outside my window'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-1978229336786909971</id><published>2007-08-28T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T01:33:41.982-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>The  Quiet (2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;eople always talk about the quiet before the storm, but no one talks about that after. Dot, who lost her parents, was adopted by Nina's Parents. She's a normal one but pretented to be  a deaf and dumb, always kept quiet. It would be harder to lose sth. than never had having it in life. The whole story is a tragedy. Jack told all his scerets to her as he thought her to be trustable. He felt being cheated when he found her not disable. Dot helped Nina killing Nina's Father who intended to rape her. Nina's Mom, a mainliner, told the police that she did that and was arrested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-1978229336786909971?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/1978229336786909971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=1978229336786909971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/1978229336786909971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/1978229336786909971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/08/quiet-2006.html' title='The  Quiet (2006)'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-6953429995125505659</id><published>2007-08-05T04:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T04:59:57.678-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Duncan—Paul Simon</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ouple in the next room&lt;br /&gt;Bound to win a prize&lt;br /&gt;They've been goin' at it all night long&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm tryin' to get some sleep&lt;br /&gt;but these motel walls are cheap&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln Duncan is my name&lt;br /&gt;and here's my song, here's my song&lt;br /&gt;My father was a fisherman&lt;br /&gt;my mama was a fisherman's friend&lt;br /&gt;and I was born in the boredom and the chowder&lt;br /&gt;So when I reached my prime&lt;br /&gt;I left my home in the maritimes&lt;br /&gt;headed down the turnpike for New England, sweet New England&lt;br /&gt;Holes in my confidence&lt;br /&gt;holes in the knees of my jeans&lt;br /&gt;I was left without a penny in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;Oo-o wee I was about as&lt;br /&gt;destituted as a kid could be&lt;br /&gt;And I wish I wore a ring&lt;br /&gt;so I could hock it I'd like to hock it&lt;br /&gt;Seen a young girl in a parking lot&lt;br /&gt;preaching to a crowd,&lt;br /&gt;singin sacred songs and&lt;br /&gt;reading from the Bible&lt;br /&gt;Well I told her I was lost&lt;br /&gt;and she told me all about the Pentecost&lt;br /&gt;And I seen that girl as the road to my survi-ival&lt;br /&gt;Just later on the very same night&lt;br /&gt;She crept to my tent with a flashlight&lt;br /&gt;and my long years of innocence ended&lt;br /&gt;Well she took me to the woods sayin'&lt;br /&gt;Here comes somethin' and it feels so good!&lt;br /&gt;And just like a dog I was befriended&lt;br /&gt;I was befriended&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, what a night&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a garden of delight&lt;br /&gt;Even now that sweet memory lingers&lt;br /&gt;I was playin' my guitar&lt;br /&gt;lying underneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;Just thankin' the Lord for my fingers&lt;br /&gt;for my fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  hear it from &lt;em&gt;10 Items or Less&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-6953429995125505659?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/6953429995125505659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=6953429995125505659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/6953429995125505659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/6953429995125505659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/08/duncanpaul-simon.html' title='Duncan—Paul Simon'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-4270806824102895311</id><published>2007-07-23T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T23:19:56.281-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>War and Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he most difficult thing- but an essential one - is to love Life, to love it even while one suffers, because Life is all. Life is God and to love Life means to love God.&lt;br /&gt;I thought Natasha looked like Hepbum and I said to Tutu that, of course she agreed with me. When I searched that on IMDB, I knew I made a mistake. It' true, it is really Hepbum. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-4270806824102895311?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/4270806824102895311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=4270806824102895311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/4270806824102895311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/4270806824102895311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/07/war-and-peace.html' title='War and Peace'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-1426407368814439448</id><published>2007-06-27T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T01:12:48.147-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trivial'/><title type='text'>Trivial</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;t wasn't because we were brave, but because we had no choice.&lt;br /&gt;Our freedom was all that mattered.&lt;br /&gt;If war produce one thing. It's many cemeteries. And in cemeteries there are no enemies.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happens without cause.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-1426407368814439448?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/1426407368814439448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=1426407368814439448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/1426407368814439448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/1426407368814439448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/06/trivial.html' title='Trivial'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-8306490519124693511</id><published>2007-06-04T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T02:35:33.020-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>A Failure of  Imagination</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/RmPQTdVLZ4I/AAAAAAAAADc/-4tDZb2U4a0/s1600-h/ä»å°çå°æç-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072126638058858370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/RmPQTdVLZ4I/AAAAAAAAADc/-4tDZb2U4a0/s320/%E4%BB%8E%E5%9C%B0%E7%90%83%E5%88%B0%E6%9C%88%E7%90%83-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;rom the Earth to the Moon(1998):&lt;/em&gt; it took human beings years of time to make the dream coming true. Large amounts of money, labors, geniuses were put on that. Meantime, some lost their life. They paid too much on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;pollo One&lt;/em&gt; caught a fire and three astronauts died. It should have been avoided, but because a failure of imagination. No one thought that the spacefight would burn out on the ground, but it did explored. They learned much from the tragedy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;deas are the most valuable the world, whether you agree or not. That's my two cents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-8306490519124693511?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/8306490519124693511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=8306490519124693511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/8306490519124693511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/8306490519124693511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/06/failure-of-imagination.html' title='A Failure of  Imagination'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/RmPQTdVLZ4I/AAAAAAAAADc/-4tDZb2U4a0/s72-c/%E4%BB%8E%E5%9C%B0%E7%90%83%E5%88%B0%E6%9C%88%E7%90%83-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-1766612694131546910</id><published>2007-05-02T05:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T05:46:37.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music and Lyrics (2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/RjiIE4G9yHI/AAAAAAAAADU/b3I_Ln4K3kA/s1600-h/Music+And+Lyrics+-+Kæ&amp;shy;æäºº+-+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059943798713206898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/RjiIE4G9yHI/AAAAAAAAADU/b3I_Ln4K3kA/s320/Music+And+Lyrics+-+K%E6%AD%8C%E6%83%85%E4%BA%BA+-+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A Way Back Into Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ugh Grant is one of the has-beens of the 80's Pop stars and is now a songwritter. He meet his lover Drew Barrymore, who is there looking after his plants in the apartment. He's the member of the Most famous band - POPs and now in the room writting a song for a hot super star by which he can earn a living. For his time has gone. Barrymore helps hime all by a chance. She shows her genuis on lyrics and has her own way on songs. She insists on her way how to sing her song. She helps Hugh Grant and herslef finish the lyrics of " Way Back Into Love". Something more important is that she get herself out of the shadow- a unfortunate love and she found her true love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;t is said that plants in the room make women comfortable and it does work. Then what will you think? Go and fetch some plants inside if you'd like to be married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-1766612694131546910?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/1766612694131546910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=1766612694131546910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/1766612694131546910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/1766612694131546910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/05/music-and-lyrics-2007.html' title='Music and Lyrics (2007)'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/RjiIE4G9yHI/AAAAAAAAADU/b3I_Ln4K3kA/s72-c/Music+And+Lyrics+-+K%E6%AD%8C%E6%83%85%E4%BA%BA+-+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-5698976958525369312</id><published>2007-05-01T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T08:38:53.662-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life and feelings'/><title type='text'>FW: Who Gave Me the Ears?</title><content type='html'>"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;an I see my baby?" the happy new mother asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;hen the bundle was nestled in her arms and she moved the fold of cloth to look upon his tiny face, she gasped. The doctor turned quickly and looked out the tall hospital window. The baby had been born without ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;ime proved that the baby's hearing was perfect. It was only his appearance that was marred. When he rushed home from school one day and flung himself into his mother's arms, she sighed, knowing that his life was to be a succession of heartbreaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;e blurted out the tragedy. "A boy, a big boy...called me a freak."&lt;br /&gt;He grew up, handsome for his misfortune. A favorite with his fellow students, he might have been class president, but for that. He developed a gift, a talent for literature and music.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;ut you might mingle with other young people," his mother reproved him, but felt a kindness in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;he boy's father had a session with the family physician... "Could nothing be done?"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; believe I could graft on a pair of outer ears, if they could be procured," the doctor decided. Whereupon the search began for a person who would make such a sacrifice for a young man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;wo years went by. One day, his father said to the son, "You're going to the hospital, son. Mother and I have someone who will donate the ears you need. But it's a secret."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;he operation was a brilliant success, and a new person emerged. His talents blossomed into genius, and school and college became a series of triumphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;ater he married and entered the diplomatic service. One day, he asked his father, "Who gave me the ears? Who gave me so much? I could never do enough for him or her."&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; do not believe you could," said the father, "but the agreement was that you are not to know...not yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;he years kept their profound secret, but the day did come. One of the darkest days that ever pass through a son. He stood with his father over his mother's casket. Slowly, tenderly, the father stretched forth a hand and raised the thick, reddish brown hair to reveal the mother had no outer ears.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;other said she was glad she never let her hair be cut," his father whispered gently, "and nobody ever thought mother less beautiful, did they?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS &lt;/strong&gt;I don't think it a true story but I believe the Mom is beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-5698976958525369312?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/5698976958525369312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=5698976958525369312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/5698976958525369312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/5698976958525369312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/05/fw-who-gave-me-ears.html' title='FW: Who Gave Me the Ears?'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-3839790465825415724</id><published>2007-04-24T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T08:38:55.400-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Miss Potter (2006)</title><content type='html'>The Tale of Peter Rabbit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-3839790465825415724?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/3839790465825415724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=3839790465825415724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/3839790465825415724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/3839790465825415724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/04/miss-potter-2006.html' title='Miss Potter (2006)'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-8860264969765800309</id><published>2007-04-16T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T07:55:02.759-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Library'/><title type='text'>FW: How to Be a Successful Language Learner?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;earning a language is easy. Even a child can do it!" Most adults who are learning a second language would disagree with this statement. For them, learning a language is a very difficult task. They need hundreds of hours of study and practice, and even this will no guarantee success for every adult language learner.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;anguage learning is different from other kinds of learning. Some people who are very intelligent and successful in their fields find it difficult to succeed in language learning. Conversely, some people who are successful language learners find it difficult to succeed in other fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;anguage teachers often offer advice to language learners: "Read as much as you can in the new language." "Practice speaking the language every day." "Live with people who speak the language." "Don't translate - try to think in the new language." "Learn as a child would learn; play with the language."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;ut what does a successful language learner do? Language learning research shows that successful language learners are similar in many ways.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;irst of all, successful language learners are independent learners. They do not depend on the book or the teacher; they discover their own way to learn the language, Instead of waiting for the teacher to explain, they try to find the patterns and the rules for themselves. They are good guessers who look for clues and form their own conclusions. When they guess wrong, they guess again. They try to learn from their mistakes.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;uccessful language learning is active learning. Therefore, Successful learners do not wait for a chance to use the language; they look for such a chance. They find people who speak the language and they ask these people to correct them when they make a mistake. They will try anything to communicate. They are not afraid to repeat what they hear or to say strange things; they are willing to make mistakes and try again. When communication is difficult, they can accept information what is inexact or incomplete. It is more important for them to learn to think in the language than to know the meaning of very word.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;inally, successful language learners are learners with a purpose. They want to learn the language because they are interested in the language and the people who speak it. It is necessary for them to learn the language in order to communicate with these people and to learn from them. They find it easy to practice using the language regularly because they want to learn with it.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;hat kind of language learner are you? If you are a successful language learner, you have probably been learning independently, actively, and purposefully. On the other hand, if your language learning has been less than successful, you might do well to try some of the techniques outlined above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-8860264969765800309?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/8860264969765800309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=8860264969765800309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/8860264969765800309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/8860264969765800309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/04/fw-how-to-be-successful-language.html' title='FW: How to Be a Successful Language Learner?'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-3469386412305478912</id><published>2007-04-04T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T01:39:30.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Inconvenient Truth (2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/RhNcufSVfuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ExVVzdyhJjY/s1600-h/An+Inconvenient+Truth+-+é¾ä»¥å¿½è§ççç¸+-+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049481560954601186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/RhNcufSVfuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ExVVzdyhJjY/s320/An+Inconvenient+Truth+-+%E9%9A%BE%E4%BB%A5%E5%BF%BD%E8%A7%86%E7%9A%84%E7%9C%9F%E7%9B%B8+-+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/RhNcuvSVfvI/AAAAAAAAADE/Dkxq__d1oHQ/s1600-h/An+Inconvenient+Truth+-+é¾ä»¥å¿½è§ççç¸+-+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049481565249568498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/RhNcuvSVfvI/AAAAAAAAADE/Dkxq__d1oHQ/s320/An+Inconvenient+Truth+-+%E9%9A%BE%E4%BB%A5%E5%BF%BD%E8%A7%86%E7%9A%84%E7%9C%9F%E7%9B%B8+-+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;re you ready to change the way you live? The climate crisis can be solved. Here is how to star. Go to &lt;a href="http://www.climatecrisis.net/"&gt;WWW.climatecrisis.net&lt;/a&gt; Inface, you can reduce your carbon emissions to Zero. Learn as much as you can about the climate crisis. Then put your knowledge into action.  In the words of the old Aferican proverb: &lt;strong&gt;When you pray, move your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-3469386412305478912?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/3469386412305478912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=3469386412305478912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/3469386412305478912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/3469386412305478912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/04/inconvenient-truth-2006.html' title='An Inconvenient Truth (2006)'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/RhNcufSVfuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ExVVzdyhJjY/s72-c/An+Inconvenient+Truth+-+%E9%9A%BE%E4%BB%A5%E5%BF%BD%E8%A7%86%E7%9A%84%E7%9C%9F%E7%9B%B8+-+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-3964007035917252267</id><published>2007-04-04T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T00:23:36.780-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Charlotte's Web (2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/RhNNUvSVftI/AAAAAAAAAC0/MvoDLVp8EUo/s1600-h/Cw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049464625898553042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/RhNNUvSVftI/AAAAAAAAAC0/MvoDLVp8EUo/s320/Cw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;story about a lovely pig, Wilbur and the amazing spider, Charlotte, together with their friends. Wilbur is thought too little and unworth being raised any more. Fern(by Dakota Fanning) insists keeping this lovely pig and lives, eats, sleeps with it. She even goes to school with it. It is the first time Fern saves Wilbur's life. When Wilbur is big enough and Fern's parents don't allow she keeps it home. Fern has to leave it in a warehouse on the farm nearby and she will say goodbye before going to school and tell stories after back home.&lt;br /&gt;Wilbur has many friends on the farm, the spider, rat, horses, gooses and sheep. He is funny and always says" Great name" when he is told other's name. When he get familiar with Charlotte (voiced by Julia Roberts), he life is changed. A small spider saved his life many times. People want to kill the pig before Christmas. However, they give it up when they as they find amazing word spelled on the spider' web just on the door of the warehouse. It makes Wilbur famous around and attracting many visits. Unfortunately Charlotte died after the exhibit, but she give birth many sons and daughters which are brought back to the farm. The animals no doubt lead a happy life on the farm. So does Fern.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-3964007035917252267?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/3964007035917252267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=3964007035917252267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/3964007035917252267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/3964007035917252267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/04/charlottes-web-2006.html' title='Charlotte&apos;s Web (2006)'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/RhNNUvSVftI/AAAAAAAAAC0/MvoDLVp8EUo/s72-c/Cw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-2623923959265910457</id><published>2007-04-03T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T23:44:21.027-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Scoop (2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/RhNJCvSVfrI/AAAAAAAAACk/2wVSPk75wNk/s1600-h/Scoop+-+ç¬å®¶æ°é»+-+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049459918614396594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/RhNJCvSVfrI/AAAAAAAAACk/2wVSPk75wNk/s320/Scoop+-+%E7%8B%AC%E5%AE%B6%E6%96%B0%E9%97%BB+-+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/RhNJCvSVfsI/AAAAAAAAACs/g5-ol2nBjQM/s1600-h/Scoop+-+ç¬å®¶æ°é»+-+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049459918614396610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/RhNJCvSVfsI/AAAAAAAAACs/g5-ol2nBjQM/s320/Scoop+-+%E7%8B%AC%E5%AE%B6%E6%96%B0%E9%97%BB+-+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-2623923959265910457?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/2623923959265910457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=2623923959265910457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/2623923959265910457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/2623923959265910457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/04/scoop-2006.html' title='Scoop (2006)'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/RhNJCvSVfrI/AAAAAAAAACk/2wVSPk75wNk/s72-c/Scoop+-+%E7%8B%AC%E5%AE%B6%E6%96%B0%E9%97%BB+-+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-6589303882563859691</id><published>2007-03-26T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T00:51:54.726-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Three (2005)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/RgiSG67He1I/AAAAAAAAACA/aGNoX64DVbM/s1600-h/three.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046444030062721874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/RgiSG67He1I/AAAAAAAAACA/aGNoX64DVbM/s320/three.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;persons are on a yacht before it sinks. Three of them remain alive: the rich business man, Jack and his wife, who is the sexiest and most beautiful lady, Jennifer, together with the handsome young helper, Manuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;he story is mainly on a deserted tropic island. The young lady and the handsome young guy come to the island first. As Manuel was a native and he is smart enough, he helps to build a shelter and find food for they two. There becames their paradise even though they almost have no chance to get rescued and leave the island. Then something undesired occurs. Jennifer's husband, Jack is still alive and reach the beach of the small island badly wounded. Things are chaned greatly. Jealousy and conflicts esclates and makes Manuel and Jack enemies with Jennifer beteween them. They do not share what they have, such as food, tools, skills and more important is their thoughts. Unless they unite they will never escape from the deserted island. The two men fight for food, the only woman, the boat which sinks in the sea and is pulled on beach by Jack. Jennifer takes side in Manuel. They plots to steal Jack's boat and sneek away when Jack is sleeping. It is a disaster. The boat sinks and they two have to return. Jack who is strongger kills Mauel who is too tired to fighting any more. Then the couple stay alive and they are the only human being on the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A &lt;/strong&gt;few persons occasionally come to island by ship. they meet Jennifer and save her life. It is unbelievable that Jennifer tell them that she is the only one reamins alive. On the board, she see his husband who is catching fish for them shouting to her and she just turns around seems blind. There's no chance for his husband fortunately being rescued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;f the &lt;strong&gt;three&lt;/strong&gt; united and shared all they have, they would pull the boat easily from the sea bed, get it fixed and then leave the island together. They are on the same boat in such a despair place. They give up their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;ennifer is the only one escaped from the island. She is in fact dead, too. She will forever live in the nightmare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-6589303882563859691?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/6589303882563859691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=6589303882563859691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/6589303882563859691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/6589303882563859691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/03/three-2005.html' title='Three (2005)'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/RgiSG67He1I/AAAAAAAAACA/aGNoX64DVbM/s72-c/three.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-5222867861468968146</id><published>2007-03-21T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T23:54:26.543-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Love in the Afternoon (1957)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/RgFPiq7He0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/75pJczfpOXM/s1600-h/[ç¹çº¿å½±è§è®ºå][é»æä¹æ][Love.In.The.Afternoon.1957].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044400514688056130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/RgFPiq7He0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/75pJczfpOXM/s320/%5B%E7%82%B9%E7%BA%BF%E5%BD%B1%E8%A7%86%E8%AE%BA%E5%9D%9B%5D%5B%E9%BB%84%E6%98%8F%E4%B9%8B%E6%81%8B%5D%5BLove.In.The.Afternoon.1957%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ne film about &lt;em&gt;True Love&lt;/em&gt;. A four-man band played an important in the film, such a romantic one. Audrey Hepburn, the daughter of a dective, helps a rich one escape from death and falls in love with him. It is a wonderful stroy about love. Hepburn is good at showing her kindheart in such kind movie. I like it. It's amazing such a black-and-white film has a color post. Sometimes such one gives more emphersis on the story itself than the color ones which attract people mainly on the scene or the colorful world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-5222867861468968146?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/5222867861468968146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=5222867861468968146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/5222867861468968146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/5222867861468968146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/03/love-in-afternoon-1957.html' title='Love in the Afternoon (1957)'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/RgFPiq7He0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/75pJczfpOXM/s72-c/%5B%E7%82%B9%E7%BA%BF%E5%BD%B1%E8%A7%86%E8%AE%BA%E5%9D%9B%5D%5B%E9%BB%84%E6%98%8F%E4%B9%8B%E6%81%8B%5D%5BLove.In.The.Afternoon.1957%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-7411156970774395303</id><published>2007-03-19T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T00:15:04.164-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Queimada (1969)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/Rf93za7HezI/AAAAAAAAABw/9_6JtPFih2g/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043881832962554674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/Rf93za7HezI/AAAAAAAAABw/9_6JtPFih2g/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;our bag, Senhor?" " Bag, Sir?" William Walker ( by Marlon Brando) turned around, got stabbed and fell down. So familiar voice but it was not Jose Dolores again but another negro. A fews ago, he met Jose and became friends. It was Jose that helpped him with his bags. He annoyed, trainded and took advantages of him. He made Jose a hero and General but found it hard to get him under control. Jose was no longer a slave and he was a man with his own way to think. They agrued on what civilization was exactly. They parted and Jose saw him off . Jose helpped him with his bags again. This time it was for free. He saw him off as friend for the last time. After William came back again they became enemies. William caught Jose and wanted to set him free on the night before Jose was going to be hung. " What good does it do?" " What meaning does it have, Jose?" " Is it a revenge of some sort " " But what kind of revenge is it if you're dead?" Jose just sat in silence. William never got the answer until he was leaving while Jose was sent to be hung. The answer was about civilization.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-7411156970774395303?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/7411156970774395303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=7411156970774395303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/7411156970774395303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/7411156970774395303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/03/queimada-1969.html' title='Queimada (1969)'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/Rf93za7HezI/AAAAAAAAABw/9_6JtPFih2g/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-7942463585119812654</id><published>2007-03-18T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T09:03:23.648-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life and feelings'/><title type='text'>IMAX - Adrenaline Rush</title><content type='html'>"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;drenaline Rush" explores the innards of risk taking in a wide and spectacular way. From the "explosive" science and entrepreneurship of Alfred Nobel to a schoolboy's first day in class, from the boldness and determination of Henry Ford to the shy but affectionate sentiment of a teen for another, "Adrenaline Rush" brings us on a journey in the multidimensional world of risk, a world where progress of humankind or personal accomplishment aren't necessarily related to the scope or the nature of the endeavor.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;drenaline Rush" also teaches us that humanity can benefit from the unexpected and combined efforts of two very different risk takers whose minds meet across half a millennium and across the boundaries of the Old and New Worlds, as we witness the experiment of Leonardo Da Vinci's notorious parachute by Adrian Nicholas, world's most respected skydiver and inventor in his own right, monitored closely by Salford scientists who seek answers on critical and life pertaining matters. Incidentally, "Adrenaline Rush" doesn't hesitate to explain scientific concepts in simple words. From the soaring and breathtaking cliffs of Norway to the calm and inspiring immensity of the Mojave Desert, from Thomas Edison's laboratory to a simple American schoolyard, "Adrenaline Rush" is more than a thrilling visual experience, it's an invitation to explore our inner selves and a statement that there is no such thing as having little courage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-7942463585119812654?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/7942463585119812654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=7942463585119812654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/7942463585119812654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/7942463585119812654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/03/imax-adrenaline-rush.html' title='IMAX - Adrenaline Rush'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-6800413243219157860</id><published>2007-03-04T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T08:59:55.536-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Pieces of April (2003)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/Rf1h8f2HmYI/AAAAAAAAABg/xj57xm9wcXI/s1600-h/Pieces+of+April+-+åæç¢ç+-+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043294849693358466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/Rf1h8f2HmYI/AAAAAAAAABg/xj57xm9wcXI/s320/Pieces+of+April+-+%E5%9B%9B%E6%9C%88%E7%A2%8E%E7%89%87+-+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;t is one simple story about a lovely girl with a funny name April. She's preparing dinner for her family who came to her apartment and had a check of April's new boyfriend, a poor guy who was kicked by April's exboyfriend on his way back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-6800413243219157860?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/6800413243219157860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=6800413243219157860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/6800413243219157860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/6800413243219157860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/03/pieces-of-april-2003.html' title='Pieces of April (2003)'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/Rf1h8f2HmYI/AAAAAAAAABg/xj57xm9wcXI/s72-c/Pieces+of+April+-+%E5%9B%9B%E6%9C%88%E7%A2%8E%E7%89%87+-+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-5120631567925777198</id><published>2007-03-04T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T00:14:05.832-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Infamous (2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/Rf1iWv2HmZI/AAAAAAAAABo/Sj0Qz8j60-s/s1600-h/6393_45245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043295300664924562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/Rf1iWv2HmZI/AAAAAAAAABo/Sj0Qz8j60-s/s320/6393_45245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a different version of the same stroy with the earlier "Capote" and somebody thinks it difficult to compare "Infamous" with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;" It's funny. It made him. He never wrote anything big again just collections, fragments put together. God knows he didn't have to write. After all he had enough money in &lt;em&gt;Cold Blood&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;rueman Capote was a little man who was often thouht to be a lady or a sissy exactly when you heard the voice. He was a special one who had his way to get familiar with people he wanna catch. That might be why he made his success. By his genius, he developed a close relationship with the twoe muder suspects. That made him. I do not care what ruined him. All I need is that. That's enouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-5120631567925777198?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/5120631567925777198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=5120631567925777198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/5120631567925777198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/5120631567925777198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/03/infamous-2006.html' title='Infamous (2006)'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/Rf1iWv2HmZI/AAAAAAAAABo/Sj0Qz8j60-s/s72-c/6393_45245.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-3524753115434055112</id><published>2007-03-04T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T03:30:45.205-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>The Pursuit of Happyness (2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/RerfYa36szI/AAAAAAAAABY/58X3xUh23Qk/s1600-h/post-333089-1171680348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038084743791031090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/RerfYa36szI/AAAAAAAAABY/58X3xUh23Qk/s320/post-333089-1171680348.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;appyness not happiness, it was just a misspelled on the wall of a kindergarten which was operated by Miss Zhu. Chris Gardner (by Will Smith) and his son Christopher (by Jaden Smith) will tell you what the heck happiness really is. It is intersting that Jaden Smith is like in the film the son of Will Smith. This father and son give their show. &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;hirs is a saleman struggling for his life with his son and his wife who cannot bear such a life any more leaves them off. He, a smart guy, wins again and agian, successfully becoming a broker. That will truly change his life and of course his son's. The process of pursuit of happiness is more improtant than the success. His son and he know what the happiness is. They are kicked off from the rent house and then the motel. He has to take Christopher the subway WC and spend the night there. He catches up with the bus in a hurry and lines up in front of the charity origanizations for help. He suffers much and he tries to keep Christopher from them. Such a talented guy makes it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;ll I know is that every has one's life and its different. So does the happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-3524753115434055112?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/3524753115434055112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=3524753115434055112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/3524753115434055112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/3524753115434055112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/03/pursuit-of-happyness-2006.html' title='The Pursuit of Happyness (2006)'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/RerfYa36szI/AAAAAAAAABY/58X3xUh23Qk/s72-c/post-333089-1171680348.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-7898304263555274386</id><published>2007-02-21T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T01:17:07.016-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life and feelings'/><title type='text'>How Time Flies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-7898304263555274386?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/7898304263555274386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=7898304263555274386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/7898304263555274386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/7898304263555274386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/02/how-time-flies.html' title='How Time Flies!'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-2619510776496013399</id><published>2007-01-28T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T07:29:00.073-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>A Li (2001)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/RbzAzzY1a2I/AAAAAAAAAA4/xx1aQYXQDsI/s1600-h/Ali+-+æ³çé¿é+-+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025103280438864738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/RbzAzzY1a2I/AAAAAAAAAA4/xx1aQYXQDsI/s320/Ali+-+%E6%8B%B3%E7%8E%8B%E9%98%BF%E9%87%8C+-+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/RbzA0DY1a3I/AAAAAAAAABA/vctzzist0GM/s1600-h/Ali+-+æ³çé¿é+-+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025103284733832050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/RbzA0DY1a3I/AAAAAAAAABA/vctzzist0GM/s320/Ali+-+%E6%8B%B3%E7%8E%8B%E9%98%BF%E9%87%8C+-+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ALI&lt;/span&gt; is a legend. He said what he said; he did what he did; he said what he did; he did what he said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-2619510776496013399?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/2619510776496013399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=2619510776496013399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/2619510776496013399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/2619510776496013399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/01/li-2001.html' title='A Li (2001)'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/RbzAzzY1a2I/AAAAAAAAAA4/xx1aQYXQDsI/s72-c/Ali+-+%E6%8B%B3%E7%8E%8B%E9%98%BF%E9%87%8C+-+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-8248928087414902379</id><published>2007-01-26T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T04:48:02.982-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>The Hurricane (1999)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;esra&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/Rbnz5TY1a0I/AAAAAAAAAAg/JrLk-riwN_I/s1600-h/Hurricane,+The+-+é£é£+-+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024315025091029826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/Rbnz5TY1a0I/AAAAAAAAAAg/JrLk-riwN_I/s320/Hurricane,+The+-+%E9%A3%93%E9%A3%8E+-+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; short for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lazarus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. "He who has risen from the dead. &lt;em&gt;Rubin&lt;/em&gt;. "&lt;em&gt;Genesis&lt;/em&gt;, Chapter 29, Verse 32" be hold a son. Neither of  &lt;em&gt;Rubin 'Hurricane' Carter&lt;/em&gt; (by &lt;em&gt;Denzel Washington&lt;/em&gt;) and &lt;em&gt;Lesra&lt;/em&gt; (by &lt;em&gt;Vicellous Reon Shannon&lt;/em&gt;) thought that &lt;em&gt;Lesra &lt;/em&gt;bought&lt;em&gt; Rubin's &lt;/em&gt;biography " 16 Rounds" by accident.&lt;br /&gt;They became friends and brothers, son and father. Lesra helped Rubin, a prizefighter got his justice and out of prison after two decades in jail. Rubin was set up by the dirty police who was eager to had hime shut in jail, for race discrimination&lt;br /&gt;maybe.&lt;br /&gt;The Hurricane returned and &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/Rbnz5jY1a1I/AAAAAAAAAAo/eke9y68MhpM/s1600-h/Hurricane,+The+-+é£é£+-+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024315029385997138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/Rbnz5jY1a1I/AAAAAAAAAAo/eke9y68MhpM/s320/Hurricane,+The+-+%E9%A3%93%E9%A3%8E+-+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was awarded the world middleweight championship belt by the WBC in recognition of his twenty years fight for freedom. Such an honor never bestowed on any fighter outside of the ring. But the Hurricane did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-8248928087414902379?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/8248928087414902379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=8248928087414902379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/8248928087414902379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/8248928087414902379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/01/hurricane-1999.html' title='The Hurricane (1999)'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/Rbnz5TY1a0I/AAAAAAAAAAg/JrLk-riwN_I/s72-c/Hurricane,+The+-+%E9%A3%93%E9%A3%8E+-+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116965513477681806</id><published>2007-01-24T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T08:12:14.900-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>As Good As It Gets (1997)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/103887/????????????.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/320/496968/%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lovely dog and three persons, two men and  one woman with certain problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116965513477681806?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116965513477681806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116965513477681806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116965513477681806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116965513477681806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/01/as-good-as-it-gets-1997.html' title='As Good As It Gets (1997)'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116957048209740878</id><published>2007-01-23T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T16:19:43.406-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Catch A Fire (2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/RblJdTY1azI/AAAAAAAAAAU/L3z3GvXPWwQ/s1600-h/CAF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024127627077970738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/RblJdTY1azI/AAAAAAAAAAU/L3z3GvXPWwQ/s320/CAF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;n my nights and the days, I moved closer to prove my mind that it was him. That monster. Then I said to myself "Patrick, you can end it now". "Break his neck. Kill him. Here in this spot. End it. As I was walking towards him I said "No, oh, no! Killing is not going to help me. Revenge is not good... It's going to carry on war for this generation and the next generation. Let me let him live and then I will he free. I am free and everyone is free." &lt;em&gt;Patric Chamusso&lt;/em&gt; recalled. He, like other average people, who always loves peace and persudes his fellow to cooperate with the government, should have led a happy life with his wife and children as he has a job. Meantime, he coached a children football team and led them a champion. Unfortunately, he was thought to be a terrorist. Race discrimination and misunderstanding turn the white and the negro enermies. It annoyed &lt;em&gt;Patric Chamusso&lt;/em&gt; a real terroist who volunteered to bomb the oil fiedl where he had been working as a chief forman. &lt;em&gt;Nic Vos&lt;/em&gt;(by &lt;em&gt;Tim Robbins&lt;/em&gt;) a white anti-terroist expert tried to stop him. Patric was caught and arrested. But he and his people win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;n a nutshell, war and suffering go hand in hand. Thus, no one would get anyting but pain in a war.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116957048209740878?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116957048209740878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116957048209740878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116957048209740878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116957048209740878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/01/catch-fire-2006.html' title='Catch A Fire (2006)'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0dW1EaL8hEg/RblJdTY1azI/AAAAAAAAAAU/L3z3GvXPWwQ/s72-c/CAF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116956974113012066</id><published>2007-01-23T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T08:29:01.310-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Billy Elliot (2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/883403/Billy%20Elliot%20-%20????????????"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/320/510906/Billy%20Elliot%20-%20%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%20-%204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/232351/Billy%20Elliot%20-%20????????????"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/320/172347/Billy%20Elliot%20-%20%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%20-%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/16209/Billy%20Elliot%20-%20????????????"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/320/56566/Billy%20Elliot%20-%20%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%20-%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;aning, still dancing. But this time, it is a boy, Bill Elliot who performs ballet. Lads, who perform ballet, would generally be thought as a gay, not like a man or not manlike way. His father and brother were against him at the beginning and became to support when they found his talent on such wonderful thing. His father who supported the miner strike gave that up and became a "scab" as he and his fellows always called all for the money needed for Billy. He even went to a hockshop had the golden watch and jewelry which might be inherited from grandpa pawned. Michael Caffrey, Billy's teacher, who had her own life messed up, did all she can to gave him a help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; love the song at the beginning of the film. It's funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116956974113012066?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116956974113012066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116956974113012066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116956974113012066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116956974113012066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/01/billy-elliot-2006.html' title='Billy Elliot (2006)'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116948360289470599</id><published>2007-01-22T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T02:48:24.683-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>My Left Foot (1989)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/13450/My%20Left%20Foot%20-%20????????????"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/320/240744/My%20Left%20Foot%20-%20%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%20-%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/906065/My%20Left%20Foot%20-%20????????????"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/320/975500/My%20Left%20Foot%20-%20%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%20-%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;t is inccredible that a man  with only one part of his anatomy animated, his left foot became a famous  artist. He could even speak until he is 19 yeares old for the cerebral palsy. He showed his great talent when he was still a boy and had never attended in any school. He shocked his family as he chalked out "MOTHER" on the floor with  his left foot. The first work was intended to give a girl he loved as a gift but he failed the first time he showed his love to girls. The second time was his doctor, who was going to married. Life was so difficult for such poor guy. Casually, he met his wife on a charity party. He let his wife know what  she did wanna get. She got C.B.  Christy Brown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116948360289470599?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116948360289470599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116948360289470599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116948360289470599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116948360289470599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-left-foot-1989.html' title='My Left Foot (1989)'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116947894920706094</id><published>2007-01-22T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T07:15:49.290-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Chinses Odyssey (2002)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/580688/??????(?????????).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/320/261845/%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%28%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                      I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;t is funny but some parts are unnecessary and should be cut off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116947894920706094?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116947894920706094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116947894920706094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116947894920706094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116947894920706094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/01/chinses-odyssey-2002.html' title='Chinses Odyssey (2002)'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116943823704386858</id><published>2007-01-21T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T05:56:47.640-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Open Season (2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/329311/??????.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/320/909582/%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ife in the woods near a small town is wonderful for it will soon be the OPEN Season. There, Boog, a grizzly bearand Elliot,a mule deer( I may call it a mule or a donkey more exactly and I am quite puzzled why choose such a deer with only one horn left), are leaving the woods from the town at such a dangerous time. Unfortunately, they are kicked off by other animals in the woods. When the "Open Season" comes, they stand together and let the hunters eff off. This cartoon film is so wonderful and looks like a painting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116943823704386858?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116943823704386858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116943823704386858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116943823704386858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116943823704386858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/01/open-season-2006.html' title='Open Season (2006)'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116930042004635527</id><published>2007-01-20T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T18:29:16.646-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life and feelings'/><title type='text'>What Would It Turn Out To Be If Just Let It Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;n a evening bus which moves forward with jerks there  standing were two. The Woman showed the young pretty a seat when someone got off. At that time the young pretty were dancing tuned to the jerks. She might do some excise after her danging lesson. She followed her mother. When it was time for them to get off, the young pretty seemed to exercise again. " Hold it steady" The young was stopped. Then the bus arrived at the stop and they got off.&lt;br /&gt;It might be danger if you didn't hold steady. Or might not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116930042004635527?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116930042004635527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116930042004635527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116930042004635527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116930042004635527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-would-it-turn-out-to-be-if-just.html' title='What Would It Turn Out To Be If Just Let It Go'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116922474591964497</id><published>2007-01-19T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T08:45:08.326-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>The Guardian (2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/512224/post-292473-1168056768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/320/470563/post-292473-1168056768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;here's a legendof a man who lives beneath the sea. He is a fisher of men, the last hope of all thosewho have been left behind. Many survivors claim to have felthis gripping hands beneath them, pushing them up to the surface, whispering strengthuntil help could arrive. But this, of course, is only a legend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;hen, the question is "What makes a legend?". Is it what someone didwhen they were alive... or how they're remembered after they're gone? Randall( by Kevin Costner) and Jack( by Ashton Kutcher) told a story.&lt;br /&gt;Jack was eager to know how may persond did Randall have saved when he heard that Randall still kept a record—saved the most lives, 200 or 300, even though jack broke many records which had been made by Randall. "What's your real number?" "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;22&lt;/span&gt;" "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;22&lt;/span&gt;? That's not bad. It's not 200. It's not..." "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;22&lt;/span&gt; is the number of peopleI lost, Jake. Only number I kept track of." Randall cared much more about the life he's saving and the number he lost not how many he had saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;andall becomes a fisher of man and lives beneath the sea after he had signed for his retirement and had his last mission for an emergency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;o enjoy the last two songs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116922474591964497?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116922474591964497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116922474591964497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116922474591964497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116922474591964497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/01/guardian-2006.html' title='The Guardian (2006)'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116899314374370082</id><published>2007-01-16T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T08:42:20.616-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Happy Feet (2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/388811/D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/320/167134/D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ancing, still dancing, even a penguin born with a pair of big feet love daning fiercely. He was born a bit later than his fellows and it was his fate to have something special. He did bring them happiness. There was much danger in penguins' life while they still enjoyed themselves. Beautiful scene and wonderful music, excellent dancing, tap dancing by happy feet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116899314374370082?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116899314374370082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116899314374370082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116899314374370082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116899314374370082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-feet-2006.html' title='Happy Feet (2006)'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116887283103956378</id><published>2007-01-15T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T16:10:52.056-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Dead Man Walking (1995)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/482366/D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/320/316436/D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ead man walking!" the policeman shouted out as &lt;em&gt;Matthew Poncelet&lt;/em&gt; (by &lt;em&gt;Sean Pan&lt;/em&gt;) was going to be taken to he death chamber. It may be why this film has such a name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;ister Helen&lt;/em&gt;(by &lt;em&gt;Susan Sarandon&lt;/em&gt;)  didn't knew Matthew until she heard from him and met him in the state prison for the first time. She made a decision to help him free as a non wiht a kind&lt;br /&gt;heart to help anyone as she can. Matthew was a murderer who killed a young couple and raped the lady. It was incredible to average people that there is someone who' willing to help those monsters alike. &lt;em&gt;Sister Helen&lt;/em&gt; did. She found him lawers to save  him from being killed but they failed and &lt;em&gt;Matthew&lt;/em&gt;  was killed. Nevertheless, he realized his fault, confessed and wanted to get forgiven from the relatives of the victims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;hat would we do to a murder going to be killed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ps&lt;/strong&gt; This film helped &lt;em&gt;Susan&lt;/em&gt; win the &lt;em&gt;Best Actress in the leading role of Oscar&lt;/em&gt; in 1996.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116887283103956378?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116887283103956378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116887283103956378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116887283103956378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116887283103956378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/01/dead-man-walking-1995.html' title='Dead Man Walking (1995)'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116879279885661526</id><published>2007-01-14T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T19:15:18.126-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>The Lost Battalion (2001)</title><content type='html'>"&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/663663/TLB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/320/805829/TLB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ajor, could you read for my Bible?" A badly wounded soldier put his hands on the breast with a bloody Bible. &lt;em&gt;Maj. Whittlesey&lt;/em&gt;, got the Bible and found it dipped with blood and unable to be separated. “Almighty God…Let me never be put in confusion…” he hadn’t finished his word till his man was dead. The tale was about a 600-troop which was consisted of men from America, Poland, Ireland and many other countries, against the Germany in WWI. They were separated from their division and in German surrounding. Everyday &lt;em&gt;Maj. Whittlesey&lt;/em&gt; collected many dog tags from his dead men. They were forgotten. Even worse, they were shot by their own cannons. All they had to delivery messages was pigeons. They did help them greatly. They insisted fighting and held the battalion. They were told that they would be supported and the French would give them a hand. The support did catch up with them and even their men looking for the French’s backup were killed and never returned. They got lost. They were on their own. Soldiers had no food and tried to get some from the dead Germans in the battle field. They got something to eat and one called the other one. The other one was too excited and stood up. Then bullets came and he fell down. It was a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;They finally were found by the division and got back. Those men got found. Less than 100 or even less was live, I am not sure.&lt;br /&gt;Ps &lt;em&gt;Maj. Whittlesey&lt;/em&gt; was a lawyer from America&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116879279885661526?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116879279885661526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116879279885661526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116879279885661526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116879279885661526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/01/lost-battalion-2001.html' title='The Lost Battalion (2001)'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116843192613601199</id><published>2007-01-10T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T04:25:26.210-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Last Exit (2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/736350/post-333089-1164537543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/320/519848/post-333089-1164537543.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/892750/7m1TqG6Sx_1162549883.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;verydy everyone are under more pressure to get where we are going to get with less time to get there. Eventually and unfortunately, we have to have something giving up, something as priceless as &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;. Two women in anger made the disaster with one(Kathleen Robertson) killed by the other (Andrea Roth) with a gun and her leg cut off. The reason is so simple. They both drived in a hurry. One stood on the other's way and made anxiety, then updated to conflict, chasing and then a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;Life is busy and lives are valuable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116843192613601199?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116843192613601199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116843192613601199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116843192613601199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116843192613601199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/01/last-exit-2006.html' title='Last Exit (2006)'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116843009006149201</id><published>2007-01-10T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T03:54:57.606-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Green Card (1990)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/812427/[??????].Green.Card.1990.XviD.AC3.2CD-WAF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/320/947451/%5B%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%5D.Green.Card.1990.XviD.AC3.2CD-WAF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;eople cheat to get what they want. The Franch wanna get a gree card in America and the lady was eager to live in a apartment with one splendid gard inside. Then they entered into a &lt;em&gt;marriage fraud&lt;/em&gt;, or called &lt;em&gt;shame marriage&lt;/em&gt;. It was checked by the immigration department. Two officers examined them respectivly. They were asked many questions as how tall she/he was. They did prepare for all the questions but those two were strangers though they had a few time together. The French messed it without doubt but only one question. They all lost their chances. However, these two guys fell in love with each other as they stayed together to prepare the examination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116843009006149201?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116843009006149201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116843009006149201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116843009006149201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116843009006149201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/01/green-card-1990.html' title='Green Card (1990)'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116833896917985337</id><published>2007-01-09T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T02:50:09.386-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>A Few Good Men (1992)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/972651/A%20Few%20Good%20Men%20-%20????????????"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/320/54366/A%20Few%20Good%20Men%20-%20%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%20-%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;re there any good men? Yeah. There should have been some. Is life fair? Answers vary quitely.&lt;br /&gt;It is soliders' responsbility to obey oders. Two of them did but that nearly killed their lives. With the handsome lead counsel&lt;br /&gt;(by Tom Cruise), they were set free with two charges not guilty but one guilty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116833896917985337?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116833896917985337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116833896917985337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116833896917985337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116833896917985337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/01/few-good-men-1992.html' title='A Few Good Men (1992)'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116832935496234182</id><published>2007-01-08T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T00:45:07.386-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>From Chivalry</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="&lt;a href="&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed'&gt;http://www.tudou.com/v/_zbE3-20uOI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed&lt;/a&gt; src="&lt;a href="http://www.tudou.com/v/_zbE3-20uOI"&gt;http://www.tudou.com/v/_zbE3-20uOI&lt;/a&gt;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116832935496234182?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116832935496234182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116832935496234182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116832935496234182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116832935496234182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-chivalry.html' title='From Chivalry'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116830730831162830</id><published>2007-01-08T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T17:48:28.323-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Library'/><title type='text'>Gideon and his army</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;udge and hero of ancient &lt;em&gt;Israel&lt;/em&gt;, whose deeds are described in the &lt;em&gt;Old Testament Book of Judges&lt;/em&gt;.The book contains two versions of &lt;em&gt;Gideon&lt;/em&gt;'s story. In one account, he led his tribe of &lt;em&gt;Manasseh&lt;/em&gt; in a victorious campaign against the &lt;em&gt;Midianites&lt;/em&gt;, then fashioned an idolatrous image from the booty and led &lt;em&gt;Israel&lt;/em&gt; into immorality. In another version, he replaced worship of the local deity, &lt;em&gt;Baal&lt;/em&gt;, with that of &lt;em&gt;Yahweh&lt;/em&gt; (the &lt;em&gt;God of Israel&lt;/em&gt;), and the power of &lt;em&gt;Yahweh&lt;/em&gt; enabled his tribe to destroy the &lt;em&gt;Midianites&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116830730831162830?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116830730831162830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116830730831162830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116830730831162830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116830730831162830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/01/gideon-and-his-army.html' title='Gideon and his army'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116827275144369077</id><published>2007-01-08T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T04:50:24.206-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Blood Diamond (2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/9218/The_Blood__5b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/320/450277/The_Blood__5b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/227354/BD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/320/210263/BD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;t happened in Sierra Leone in 1993. There it is always said" &lt;em&gt;If you want life long, never touch the diamond&lt;/em&gt;". It is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;iamnods are transparent and a little pink. While I have never wear a diamnod ring or these alike, I have no idea what are they exactly look like. &lt;strong&gt;TIA&lt;/strong&gt;, this is Africa. Those African countries, especially in Sierra Leonein, are rich in diamonds. The soil is red and is painted by blood as they say. It may be the reason why a diamnod is a little pink. When you see the film would you still ask to have a diamond ring or diamond necklace to wear when you get married if you can afford that. If you are humanbeings you will not have such a diamond of conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;n Januar 2003, 40 countries signed &lt;em&gt;"The Kimberley Process"&lt;/em&gt;- an effort to stem of the flow of conflict-diamonds. But illegal diamonds are still found their way to market. It is up to the consumer to insist that a diamond is conflict-free.&lt;br /&gt;Today there are still 200, 000 child soliders in Africa. They are trained to us guns, knives. etc. any kind weapons to kill people, no matter whether he/she is a child or an old man. They also inevitalbly are killed. They have home but they are homeless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116827275144369077?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116827275144369077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116827275144369077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116827275144369077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116827275144369077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/01/blood-diamond-2006.html' title='Blood Diamond (2006)'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116818669091327462</id><published>2007-01-07T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T18:04:27.920-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Big Movie (2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/429384/BM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="218" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/320/874208/BM.jpg" width="364" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What goes around comes around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;t must be familiar with this photo as it is something alike the one in &lt;em&gt;Shimian Maifu&lt;/em&gt; (directed by &lt;em&gt;Zhang Yi-mou&lt;/em&gt;). Sure, it plays jokes on so many movies, someone which is as famous as &lt;em&gt;Forrest Gump&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Matrix, Broken Mountain&lt;/em&gt; and so on. There are some from domestic ones like &lt;em&gt;Shimian Maifu&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Kungfu, etc.&lt;/em&gt; Just joking. &lt;em&gt;Zhang&lt;/em&gt; and his coteries dream of being as the winner of Oscar and direct couples of so called &lt;em&gt;Big Movies&lt;/em&gt;. They always dream and make garbage time and again. That's why people always laugh at them and they won't do if these guys just failed without the garbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;t begins as a pigeon flying and singing in the sky. Then comes a feather falling down. It copies from &lt;em&gt;Forrest Gump&lt;/em&gt;. Anyone who has watched the film will remember “&lt;em&gt;Life was like a box of chocolate. You never know what you are gona get&lt;/em&gt;.” Here it's quoted and made some changes. &lt;em&gt;Anderson&lt;/em&gt;(by &lt;em&gt;Zeng Zhi-wei&lt;/em&gt;), is kindhearted. He's cheated and buy a house with his shop mortgaged. It didn't help him earn anything but lost his shop. He wanted to sell it and get the money back. However, he gave it up as he saw Mr. Wei had the same story as him. He refused to share the anger and grievance. Then a miracle comes. One occasional boom brought him a spring below the lawn at he front of his house. Fate changed and he became rich as he sold the spring water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Big Movie, just a joke.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116818669091327462?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116818669091327462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116818669091327462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116818669091327462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116818669091327462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/01/big-movie-2006.html' title='Big Movie (2006)'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116801154096623227</id><published>2007-01-05T07:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T17:22:07.980-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Baruto No Gakuen (2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/869919/BNG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/320/50297/BNG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; story happened in Japan during the First World War. It's directed by the Japanese, many of the German soldiers in the film were not Germans, but Hungarians, Russians, Norwegians, Swedes, Americans, British and Canadian people. They did so well except something on the pronouncing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he German soldiers led a happy life after being transported to another prisoner-of-war camp. &lt;em&gt;Matsue&lt;/em&gt; is in charge there. He is enlightened and glad to open to new things. He allowed the prisoners had their own newspaper and enjoyed their food like home. He found one who had escaped twice and returned back was a excellent baker. The baker adopted a German-Japan blood girl who's the daughter of one of his comrades in arms and he agreed to live in Japan as a baker. The chief knew how to win the trust of the prisoners and he showed them his kind heart.They of course put their faith in him. He refused to go to the prison by carriage every-day and he chose to ride a bicycle even thought he cannot turn around at the crossing and he had to get down and made a turning. He also let prisoners to teach pupils music, gym and so on. He did. When the budget was cut off, he tried all he could to ensure the supply. He brought his subordinates and the prisoners to the mountain to do logging and earned money. Matsue should have run a successful business if he were allowed as he had the ability to manage it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;his film is classified as history, but I don't know if it was a romance or based on a true story. It would be fine to let the Germans tell the story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116801154096623227?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116801154096623227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116801154096623227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116801154096623227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116801154096623227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/01/baruto-no-gakuen-2006_05.html' title='Baruto No Gakuen (2006)'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116792066662551739</id><published>2007-01-04T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T18:03:45.796-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Flags of Our Fathers (2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/810621/Foof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/320/732004/Foof.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hat do we call hero? The one still alive or died in the war? Hero is something we created and something we needed. While people seldom remembered the dead ones but the live ones only. Soon all are going to be forgotten. There's no such thing is hero's.&lt;br /&gt;Soliders would once in war always in war. They never got out. War leaves nothing but wounds. They oftern scared from dreams and cannot fall asleep again. All in their minds are images on the war field and their dead fellows.&lt;br /&gt;It is out of my vision, quite different from what I thought to be. There is no too much frames about the battle but wandered from the reality to island, time and again. Most of them are after-war things.&lt;br /&gt;You taste it you like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116792066662551739?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116792066662551739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116792066662551739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116792066662551739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116792066662551739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/01/flags-of-our-fathers-2006.html' title='Flags of Our Fathers (2006)'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116788894386099042</id><published>2007-01-03T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T01:59:33.873-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life and feelings'/><title type='text'>Seminary：What's the best time in your life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;t's been said that your high school years tend to be some of the best of your life, and that you will never again be as free of commotments and worries(Page 16, from &lt;em&gt;Why Should White Guys Have All the Fun &lt;/em&gt;by &lt;em&gt;Reginald F. Lewis and Blair S. Walker&lt;/em&gt;). It evokes me such a question.&lt;br /&gt;Then what's ur opinion? When u were a infant, child or in primary school and so on. Most high school students aren't so happy as those in US, for their tough work and burden to pass the college entrance examnations. While I and some of classmates enjoyed ourselves in the first two years in our high school life. We can do what we want after class while the others still study hard day and night. Life became not easy till the last year and everyone always kept silent. It would mainly determine one's destination. Soon after the exams were over, all free. I would never forget the moment. I would never have it once again even though I felt like the just moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116788894386099042?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116788894386099042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116788894386099042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116788894386099042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116788894386099042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/01/seminarywhats-best-time-in-your-life.html' title='Seminary：What&apos;s the best time in your life?'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116783582980823047</id><published>2007-01-03T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T06:50:29.853-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life and feelings'/><title type='text'>Shit rolls downhill</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;s they say in Missouri: Shit rolls downhill. By which we (Jack Stack and his fellows) mean change begins at the top.  This adage means when something is wrong the blame goes to the subordiantes. Not all the native speakers know exactly. The more you read, the more you learn. you gotta wanna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116783582980823047?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116783582980823047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116783582980823047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116783582980823047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116783582980823047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/01/shit-rolls-downhill.html' title='Shit rolls downhill'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116749560100131217</id><published>2007-01-02T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T16:37:12.650-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Still Life (2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/361867/Still%20life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/320/300905/Still%20life.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;anxia Haoren, with its English title Still Life, is directed by &lt;em&gt;Zhang-ke Ja&lt;/em&gt;. It seems that &lt;em&gt;Ja&lt;/em&gt; told us two totally isolated stroies. In fact, that two stories are tightly connected. These two both come from &lt;em&gt;Shanxi&lt;/em&gt; and search for their family, &lt;em&gt;San-ming Han&lt;/em&gt;(on the right hand on the post) for his wife and &lt;em&gt;Tao Zhao&lt;/em&gt;(on the left hand side on the post) for her husband. The difference is that &lt;em&gt;Zhao &lt;/em&gt;left her husband away and &lt;em&gt;Han&lt;/em&gt; went home alone to earn money to pay his wife back. It is interesting that Ja is also from &lt;em&gt;Shaxi&lt;/em&gt; and he always advertises his hometown in his films. Almost all stories is about people from &lt;em&gt;Shanxi&lt;/em&gt; or just happened there. Another trivia is that &lt;em&gt;Zhao&lt;/em&gt; is &lt;em&gt;Ja's&lt;/em&gt; girlfriend and Han is &lt;em&gt;Ja's&lt;/em&gt; cousin. He's previously a miner and this his second time in &lt;em&gt;Ja's&lt;/em&gt; film while &lt;em&gt;Zhao&lt;/em&gt; always show in &lt;em&gt;Ja's&lt;/em&gt; films since his first one. People's life nearby the Dam on the &lt;em&gt;Yangtze River&lt;/em&gt; is so tough. It is incredible that you pay for ￥1.2 for one day accommodation. People here don't share any happiness of the great dam building in their hometown. On the contrast, they are forced to leave from their neighborhood and go far away. They got little atonement for the immigration. Life is not easy and now it is more difficult. &lt;em&gt;Han&lt;/em&gt; bought his wife at the price ￥ 3 000 (about $ 400) 18 years ago and she was rescued for it is illegal to buy or sell persons. They have a daughter and now she’s 16 years old. He wanted they two go home with him and his wife agreed. But now &lt;em&gt;Han&lt;/em&gt; had to pay ￥30 000 for the debt from his brother in law. Such a poor guy had no enough money and had to do as a coal miner in the illegal mine. He did all he can to have his family together even though it's dangerous and may kill him there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116749560100131217?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116749560100131217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116749560100131217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116749560100131217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116749560100131217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/01/still-life-2006.html' title='Still Life (2006)'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116769995749478432</id><published>2007-01-01T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T17:05:57.563-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life and feelings'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A New Page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bless All&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116769995749478432?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116769995749478432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116769995749478432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116769995749478432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116769995749478432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!!'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116718623436892658</id><published>2006-12-26T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T00:51:52.283-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>The Black Dahlia (2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/899456/black1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/320/246416/black1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/396839/Black1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/320/715946/Black1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mr. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fire&lt;/span&gt; Vs Mr. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;story told by Mr. Ice&lt;em&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and it is a about Mr. Fire and Mr. Ice himself with the mysterious lady, the Black Dahlia not beteween them but in the middle of them. This film is some depressive, so it is not suit for girls. Nevertheless, it is a great one based on the novel with the same name.&lt;br /&gt;The posts can not be loaded. There is something wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116718623436892658?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116718623436892658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116718623436892658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116718623436892658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116718623436892658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2006/12/black-dahlia-2006.html' title='The Black Dahlia (2006)'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116704874466119748</id><published>2006-12-25T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T04:12:24.663-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>My Turtle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/611826/Baxi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/320/254168/Baxi1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he Painted Turtle, Trachemys scripta (Weid 1839). Now I have three, two bigger and one little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116704874466119748?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116704874466119748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116704874466119748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116704874466119748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116704874466119748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-turtle.html' title='My Turtle'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116704803866936053</id><published>2006-12-25T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T04:00:38.710-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Step Up (2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/242234/Step%20Up%20-%20???????????????"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/320/788183/Step%20Up%20-%20%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%20-%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/114182/Step%20Up%20-%20???????????????"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/320/323823/Step%20Up%20-%20%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%20-%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e has the ability to make a success, when he got the opportunity he made it. A common story but with wonderful dance, director Anne Fletcher did it. As I saw the film I knew the results. But I like the dancing in the film much even though I know nothing about dancing.&lt;br /&gt;You watch it, you like it and you gonna fall in love with dancing. Just do it.&lt;br /&gt;May you be interested in Anne’s some other films like &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0396652/"&gt;Ice Princess (2005)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116704803866936053?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116704803866936053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116704803866936053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116704803866936053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116704803866936053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2006/12/step-up-2006.html' title='Step Up (2006)'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116680202783896452</id><published>2006-12-22T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T07:41:58.250-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life and feelings'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merry Christmas &amp;amp; Happy New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116680202783896452?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116680202783896452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116680202783896452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116680202783896452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116680202783896452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116668814078417894</id><published>2006-12-20T23:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T00:06:04.786-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>The Last Drop (2005)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/569825/bbs.wofei.net@????????????.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/320/800616/bbs.wofei.net%40%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he Last Drop, one of my frieds recommends it to me. It is just so so. It happened in Holland during World War II and people tried to protect the art treasures from being taken away by Nazi, like &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0059825/"&gt;“The Train (1964)”.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116668814078417894?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116668814078417894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116668814078417894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116668814078417894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116668814078417894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2006/12/last-drop-2005_20.html' title='The Last Drop (2005)'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116667684614939392</id><published>2006-12-20T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T20:54:06.210-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Little Miss Sunshine (2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/547994/0449059-657512-16102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/320/782348/0449059-657512-16102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/729031/0449059-605711-61984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/320/935061/0449059-605711-61984.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/790383/0449059-130712-81935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/320/222089/0449059-130712-81935.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;yellow bus&lt;/span&gt; carried the family- grandpa, a cokefiend; papa, a loser teaching people 9 steps to succeed; uncle, a homosexuality and suicide; brother, aiming to keep silence tile he became a pilot; Olive, little Miss Sunshine and her Mum. It brought the family’s dream, even though the family is fulfilled with problems. They drove for they can’t afford flying for the contest. They came together because they’re a family. On their way there, grandpa died of drugs. They stole his body from the hospital and kept going on. One occasionally test by Olive for Dwayne was color blind and broke his drams to be a pilot. Olive persuaded him to go with them for the contest. Unfortunately they’re late for four or five minutes. Father Richard kneeled to beg for a chance for his daughter. All the others were too excellent that Richard and Dwayne tried to stop Olive and persuaded her to give up. Her mum and she insisted on doing that. Olive showed a dance, a exotic dance, coached by her grandpa. It shocked all the audiences. She lost without doubt and had to promise no longer joining the race again. She lost but she’s brave enough and she showed herself. The way they American, teaching a child is fair different from that in China.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116667684614939392?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116667684614939392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116667684614939392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116667684614939392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116667684614939392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2006/12/little-miss-sunshine-2006.html' title='Little Miss Sunshine (2006)'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116659477688376356</id><published>2006-12-19T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T22:09:58.286-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Ghost Busters (1984)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/34624/???????????????.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/320/623910/%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116659477688376356?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116659477688376356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116659477688376356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116659477688376356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116659477688376356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2006/12/ghost-busters-1984.html' title='Ghost Busters (1984)'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116652615032933097</id><published>2006-12-19T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T03:19:18.166-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>All the King's Men (2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/759335/All%20the%20king"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/320/882780/All%20the%20king%27s%20men.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nail em up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Nail em up! People yell following Willie Stark ( cast by Sean Penn). He, a man of integrity and passion, lost his job for his honest. He’s now throwing his hat in the ring of governor of State LOUISIANA. He won supports from the poor as he did what they wanted，food, roads, bridges, new schools and so forth. He kept Tiny together with him to remind him of something he never gonna forget. He’s god damn a genius. As he said “when they come around, sweet talking, don’t listen.”, he chose the opponent side from Tiny.&lt;br /&gt;Jack Burden (cast by Jude Law), a journalist gave Willie Stark great help and became his assistant after he quit his job. Why did Willie choose him? He’s talented, handsome，a hard working guy? Or he had helped Willie when he’s working in the press. I have no idea. Maybe he stood the upper ten or he had some relationship. His godfather (Starred by Anthony Hopkins), is Judge Irwin. In fact he is his father not godfather. Jack heard that from his mother after he “killed” father. Then he found the truth and all the past.&lt;br /&gt;What is the hell politic? Cheating? Fighting? Money? Honor?&lt;br /&gt;This film is reduplication of &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0041113/"&gt;the Best Movie of Oscar in 1949.&lt;/a&gt; It is interesting that the director and the writer have never seen the original one.&lt;br /&gt;Some words from the film:&lt;br /&gt;Time brings all things to light.&lt;br /&gt;To find something, anything, a great truth or a lost pair of glasses, you must first believe there will be some advantage in finding it.&lt;br /&gt;You only get a couple of moments that determine you life, sometimes only one. And then it’s gone, forever.&lt;br /&gt;What you don’t know won’t hurt you.While I don’t agree with the last word which Jack said. More details can be found in the “Sacred Bull”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116652615032933097?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116652615032933097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116652615032933097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116652615032933097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116652615032933097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2006/12/all-kings-men-2006.html' title='All the King&apos;s Men (2006)'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116650855056079140</id><published>2006-12-18T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T17:10:10.993-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pets'/><title type='text'>My Little Pig</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/157267/?????????.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/4249/320/%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/616967/?????????.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/320/719885/%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/161411/??????.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/912/4249/320/%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;                                                                                        I&lt;/span&gt; brought this little pig home on July 11th. It is one &lt;a href="http://www.chelonia.org/Articles/elongatacare.htm"&gt;elongated tortoise/yellow-headed tortoise(Indotestudo elongata)&lt;/a&gt;, weighted olny 250g at that time and by far about 375g.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116650855056079140?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116650855056079140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116650855056079140' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116650855056079140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116650855056079140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-little-pig.html' title='My Little Pig'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116640587715994561</id><published>2006-12-17T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T03:11:31.093-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Carlito's Way (1993)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/173570/Carlito"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/320/135627/Carlito%27s%20Way-%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;here's a line you cross, you don't never come back from, point of no return.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't recognize that Carlito was the super star &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Al Pacino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nevertheless the accent is too familiar to me. The voice is attractive. He always played in the role as a big boss. And in this tale he was released and made up his mind to be a good man, keep away from drug and violence, earn his $75, 000 and go with his lover. Unfortunately he was killed by the guy who should have been killed by Carlito just as he and his lover was leaving by train.&lt;br /&gt;It's his way.&lt;br /&gt;Another super star Sean Penn ( I am Sam), played as his lawyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0106519/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;More details&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116640587715994561?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116640587715994561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116640587715994561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116640587715994561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116640587715994561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2006/12/carlitos-way-1993.html' title='Carlito&apos;s Way (1993)'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116610865750708960</id><published>2006-12-14T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T07:04:17.506-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life and feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Library'/><title type='text'>Luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/448800/story.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/320/820099/story.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116610865750708960?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116610865750708960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116610865750708960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116610865750708960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116610865750708960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2006/12/luck.html' title='Luck'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116610787464255652</id><published>2006-12-14T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T07:03:26.623-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Library'/><title type='text'>The Cover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/88244/Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/320/657322/Cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116610787464255652?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116610787464255652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116610787464255652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116610787464255652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116610787464255652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2006/12/cover.html' title='The Cover'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116609299772097585</id><published>2006-12-14T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T06:46:18.080-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Library'/><title type='text'>What's Luck Got to Do With It: Twelve Entrepreneurs Reveal the Secrets Behind Their Success (Ernst &amp; Young)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Editorial Reviews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Book DescriptionJim McCann started with a flower shop on the side and ended up with 1-800-FLOWERS, the world's largest florist.&lt;br /&gt;Joanna Lau transformed a money-losing $7-million company into a profitable, diversified business with $56 million in annual revenues.&lt;br /&gt;Ted Waitt started Gateway 2000 on his family's cattle farm in Iowa and in less than ten years is running a billion-dollar company.&lt;br /&gt;What do they know that you don't know?&lt;br /&gt;What's Luck Got To Do With It? gives you an inside look at how renowned entrepreneurs turned ideas into breakthrough successes. The twelve men and women profiled are pacesetters in industries as diverse as retailing, high tech, manufacturing, flowers, and golf clubs. Each is a compelling personality with an unusual success story. Each provides candid accounts in his or her own words of what it took —how, when, where —to overcome the odds.&lt;br /&gt;You'll read revealing stories about their ups and downs, turning points, key decisions, and wrong turns, as well as the part played by coincidence, serendipity, and just plain luck. You'll learn how they dared to be different—whether it's a new way to market computers or make yogurt, deliver high-tech solutions or sell flowers, merchandise microelectronics or counsel employees. You'll read about Ely Callaway, the epitome of the lifelong entrepreneur, who's succeeded in textiles, wine, and, most recently, golf clubs, and refuses to stop having "fun" working. He's come out of retirement twice to score against-the-odds successes each time. "It's a challenge and a lot of fun to develop a conviction about something you think you can do that everyone thinks you can't," says Callaway. "That's what makes it more fun."&lt;br /&gt;For Pleasant T. Rowland, it was a determination to provide quality products for little girls that propelled her from ground zero to a quarter-billion-dollar business. "No one, especially an entrepreneur, should ever underestimate the importance of luck in a successful career. I believe that luck and strength go together. You must have the strength to wait for luck and when you get lucky, you must have the strength to follow through."&lt;br /&gt;What do these twelve risk takers have in common besides their inspiring success stories? Carefully selected by a distinguished panel of judges, they have received the prestigious Ernst &amp; Young Entrepreneur of the YearR® Award and were chosen as representatives of the more than 3,000 entrepreneurs who have received the award since its creation in 1986. What's Luck Got To Do With It? is a compelling, eye-opening look into how these twelve people captured a piece of the American Dream.&lt;br /&gt;The Entrepreneurial Services practice of Ernst &amp;amp; Young is dedicated to owner-managed and middle-market businesses. It consults in the areas of finance, taxes, accounting, business planning, information systems, and international expansion.&lt;br /&gt;"This powerful, fascinating book reveals a microcosm of our country —past, present, and future. These remarkable people are truly proactive visionaries who create concepts, not just problem solve." — Dr. Stephen R. Covey, author of the bestseller The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People.&lt;br /&gt;"These twelve stories are so important because they demonstrate what one person can achieve with a simple idea, an opportunity, and the uncommon passion that transforms inspiration into a winning enterprise." —Debbi Fields, founder, Mrs. Fields Cookies&lt;br /&gt;Featuring the secrets behind the success of . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ely R. Callaway —Callaway Golf Company &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Steven J. Hamerslag —MTI Technology Corporation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gary Hirshberg —Stonyfield Farm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jim Koch — The Boston Beer Company&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Joanna Lau — LAU Technologies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jim McCann — 1-800-FLOWERS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fran Sussner Rodgers — Work/Family Directions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pleasant T. Rowland — Pleasant Company &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Richard M. Schulze— Best Buy Company, Inc. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jack Stack — Springfield ReManufacturing Corporation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;William Ungar — National Envelope Corporation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ted Waitt — Gateway 2000&lt;br /&gt;Gregory K. Ericksen is the firm's National Director of Entrepreneurial Services, and is chairman of the Entrepreneur of the YearR® Institute. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Product Details&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paperback: 231 pages&lt;br /&gt;Publisher: Wiley (March 1997)&lt;br /&gt;Language: English&lt;br /&gt;ISBN: 0471179981&lt;br /&gt;Product Dimensions: 9.2 x 6.2 x 0.9 inches&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116609299772097585?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116609299772097585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116609299772097585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116609299772097585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116609299772097585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2006/12/whats-luck-got-to-do-with-it-twelve.html' title='What&apos;s Luck Got to Do With It: Twelve Entrepreneurs Reveal the Secrets Behind Their Success (Ernst &amp; Young)'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116608342001688288</id><published>2006-12-13T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T03:16:38.330-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>A Scanner Darkly(2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Scanner Darkly, from a Sci-fi novel. Damn! Substance D, a kind of drug, brings them to a visionary world. It's difficult to understand what does the story tell. It is the olny shinging spot that such a animation looks like the real people starred one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116608342001688288?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116608342001688288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116608342001688288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116608342001688288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116608342001688288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2006/12/scanner-darkly2006.html' title='A Scanner Darkly(2006)'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116597746246353905</id><published>2006-12-12T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T03:15:04.310-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Unfaithful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/81446/??????????????????????????????.Unfaithful.2002-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/320/103775/%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F.Unfaithful.2002-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a man of integrity.&lt;br /&gt;She is a beauty with a 9-year-child.&lt;br /&gt;The stranger is a handsome young guy.&lt;br /&gt;All sins source from a strongly windy day.&lt;br /&gt;The happy family life is ruined.&lt;br /&gt;PS There are too many sexual dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/299478/??????????????????????????????.Unfaithful.2002-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/320/289614/%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F.Unfaithful.2002-0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116597746246353905?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116597746246353905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116597746246353905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116597746246353905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116597746246353905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2006/12/unfaithful.html' title='Unfaithful'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116593244712676646</id><published>2006-12-12T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T03:19:50.000-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Copycat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hen I see the name I am puzzled why give the movie such a title. Do cats like to imitate? The old saying says that it is the curiosity kills the cat. This time the cat was died of copying. The talented young man copyed the famous serial killers, such as Alber Desalvo, Bianchi and Buono Berkowitz, Dahmer, Ted Bundy… As Dr. Helen says they were all quiet, unassuming, even nice. True, these guys are nice ones. It is said that nine out of the serial killers are white males, age 20 to 35. Of course it is in the US, not in China or some other Asia or Africa countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0112722/"&gt;More details are here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116593244712676646?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116593244712676646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116593244712676646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116593244712676646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116593244712676646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2006/12/copycat.html' title='Copycat'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116593110695011203</id><published>2006-12-12T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T03:21:07.553-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Any Given Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/297463/Any%20Given%20Sunday-???????????????-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/320/694831/Any%20Given%20Sunday-%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;ootball is a crazy game. To be honest, I know nothing about that. But I like movies about sports. It is full of energy and excitement. Crazy guys fight like beasts. One lost one of his eyes, while others scarred or bleed, or even get broken. They still stick on as they stay on the ground. They fight for inch and inch. I don't know what the quantenback exactly mean but I know it is the top spot, the team leader, the one who leads the team, 12 guys, for one and another "touch down", never give up, do all they can and succeed. They make it.&lt;br /&gt;We've been in some tough places and the bible says that the rain falls on the just and the unjust alike. All we need do is to fight for that. And we can make it if we have a try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116593110695011203?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116593110695011203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116593110695011203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116593110695011203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116593110695011203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2006/12/any-given-sunday.html' title='Any Given Sunday'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116590715919702553</id><published>2006-12-11T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T03:23:38.516-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life and feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>How do you feel?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/202791/????????????.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/320/1536/%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; V&lt;/span&gt;ietnam，the nightmare to the US army. When the father found his government did nothing but the negotiation, he tried to rescue his son with the help of his son's fellows in the army. Several died in the action and his son had already been died of illness before he arrived there.&lt;br /&gt;All the plan was rehearsed but things are always not the same as they should be. Nevertheless, all the preparations are helpful. Succeed for full preparations.&lt;br /&gt;Something more about &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0086508/"&gt;"Uncommon Valor" &lt;/a&gt;When I search for it I find three results. It may tell something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116590715919702553?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116590715919702553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116590715919702553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116590715919702553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116590715919702553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2006/12/how-do-you-feel.html' title='How do you feel?'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116584684326472953</id><published>2006-12-11T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T03:27:49.580-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life and feelings'/><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/663201/[????????????].Love.Actually.2003.UNCUT.XviD.AC3.3CD-WAF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/320/10226/%5B%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%5D.Love.Actually.2003.UNCUT.XviD.AC3.3CD-WAF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, What the hell is love actually? Romance or reality? This film tell the story of people from all kinds of life, the prime minister and his servant, the old couples, the little boy and the little girl, the colleagues, the bride, the best man and the groom, the boss and the secretary, the third wheel... Love in family, love among friends, love between the singer and his broker... All happened before the Christmas. And now it is two weeks to the Christmas Day. What magic will occur？People may be eager to find love of their own while love is all around, or just at hand. What needs to do is just do what you think you should do like the little boy in the film. PS Mr. Bean gave a show starring as a salesman and passenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0314331/"&gt;More Details&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116584684326472953?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116584684326472953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116584684326472953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116584684326472953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116584684326472953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2006/12/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116575615173826918</id><published>2006-12-10T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T03:28:18.520-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Library'/><title type='text'>Sacred Bull</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/508031/Sacred%20Bull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/320/307844/Sacred%20Bull.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/453831/Sacred%20Bull.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Sacred Bull"&lt;/span&gt;, I found this book in the library all by chance. It is one of the best books I like so much and it does help me much. Such like, let me know exactly what I am doing, what do I really want. It likes a guidebook for my life. Anyone who has chance to read it, just goes ahead. You'll find it a friend lifelong with its name "Sacred Bull: The Inner Obstacles That Hold You Back at Work and How to Overcome Them ". It's as interesting as its cover if you watch it over. The bull is in everyone's mind if only he is a human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ps &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Editorial Reviews:&lt;/span&gt; The publisher, John Wiley &amp; SonsA perceptive business consultant/psychotherapist provides superlative advice to help people in the work force look at unquestioned and self-destructive rules which prevent them from getting what they desire. Demonstrates how to develop a program of personal change in order to become more effective. Covers such topics as denial, perfectionism, fairness, being right and blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Product Details:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paperback: 288 pages Publisher: John Wiley &amp;amp; Sons Inc (October 1994) Language: English ISBN: 0471598364 Product Dimensions: 1 x 6.8 x 9.8 inches Shipping Weight: 1.35 pounds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116575615173826918?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116575615173826918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116575615173826918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116575615173826918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116575615173826918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2006/12/sacred-bull.html' title='Sacred Bull'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116575492687518226</id><published>2006-12-10T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T03:34:57.526-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Wild Wild West (1999)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/724918/[????????????].Wild.Wild.West.1999.XviD.AC3.5.1CH.2CD-WAF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/320/879272/%5B%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%5D.Wild.Wild.West.1999.XviD.AC3.5.1CH.2CD-WAF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;ust the same name as the TV series (1965-1969), starred by the black Will Smith.&lt;br /&gt;" The West meets the east."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120891/"&gt;More details&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116575492687518226?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116575492687518226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116575492687518226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116575492687518226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116575492687518226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2006/12/wild-wild-west-1999.html' title='Wild Wild West (1999)'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116549664944994911</id><published>2006-12-07T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T05:04:09.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/400/937551/white.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116549664944994911?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116549664944994911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116549664944994911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116549664944994911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116549664944994911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2006/12/show.html' title='Show'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116547858710453808</id><published>2006-12-07T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T03:30:39.823-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>The Boxer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/853284/????????????.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/320/697550/%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F%3F.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Bang"&lt;/span&gt;, as the gun shot, Harry，the trouble maker, who stuck to bombing terrorist activities, fell down. While, the boxer and ex-terrorist, Danny Flynn (Daniel Day-Lewis), was still alive. Soon, the story came to the end. As any movie involves boxing has to nod to movies like the Raging Bull and so on, while it does borrow too much from them. Boxing is not the point of the film. It's about life, about peace. The story began as Danny excising in prison even though he was going to be set free. I've seen so many films about life in jail. It is odd, cold, scared, painful… It does a lot to the boxer, an ex-terrorist, who made up his mind to keep fight and teach boxing in the community. Then he gave up the opportunity to box in London just as others' dreams to be the champion. Just as he said that he missed the boat. He stayed for Peace, for Love, for Life. It's his home, his neighborhood, he knew there well. Things already changed after 14 years in jail. His ex-girlfriend, Maggie, had been married and had got a son. Something more bothering was Harry and the troubles came with it. Harry insisted on killing Danny who opened the gym and showed friendly to the British. Danny went to London and fought but gave it up as the champion was just inches away. What he needed to do was just gave the rival, who cannot stand on his feet, a fight. He didn't. That's enough. He got a prove and it mattered little who got the champion. It made Harry angry again and again. Danny's trainer, Ike, was killed by Harry. Power, honor, revenge, freedom, or really peace, or something else? All shit. To complex to find out why those guys, IRA and the British, fight against. Similar movies you may be interested in are &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0107207/"&gt;In the Name of the Father&lt;/a&gt;( also directed by Jim Sheridan) and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0460989/"&gt;the Wind that Shakes the Barley&lt;/a&gt;. More details about &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0118760/"&gt;The Boxer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116547858710453808?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116547858710453808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116547858710453808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116547858710453808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116547858710453808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2006/12/boxer_07.html' title='The Boxer'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116540406409925119</id><published>2006-12-06T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T03:33:11.666-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Body Heat</title><content type='html'>Just as the tagline "It's a hot summer", it is hot. The lawyer was no more reasonable and lost himself when he met the pretty and talented woman. As they had fucked together he thought it 's his destiny to stay with her and planned to kill her "husband". In fact, it's just a trap. It was too late when he found he would be killed by the bomb set already. Even though he thought it is a trick, he had nothing to do but just told Oscar- his close friend who tried to help him out. It might be a little cool in jail when he received the alumni. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0082089/"&gt;More details&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116540406409925119?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116540406409925119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116540406409925119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116540406409925119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116540406409925119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2006/12/body-heat.html' title='Body Heat'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37839055.post-116490595334049288</id><published>2006-11-30T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T01:19:06.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;here's something delicious about writing the first words of a story. You can never quite tell where they will take you. Mine took me here.&lt;br /&gt;Here we go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37839055-116490595334049288?l=karlhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/116490595334049288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37839055&amp;postID=116490595334049288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116490595334049288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37839055/posts/default/116490595334049288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karlhigh.blogspot.com/2006/11/here-we-go.html' title='Here we go!'/><author><name>karlhigh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05519374576979302863</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/912/4249/1600/974663/white.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
