October 4, 2007
Posted by pengbo at October 4, 2007 9:35 AM
Ah, your service provider, whoever runs your blog site, should have backups? I hope you get them back, I read the comments also, even the Chinese ones, to help me learn Chinese.
Posted by: Chris at October 9, 2007 4:16 PM
Posted by: chunhui at October 10, 2007 9:51 PM
I trully like your blog and wish to read more later on. Sorry for what you lost...
Posted by: Sharon at October 11, 2007 12:00 AM
this year i lost one year of photos,
does this mean that i lost the memory of the place i've been or the people i met?
No, at all :) I will take more photos and you will get more comments, starting with this one from me.
Posted by: marcello at October 15, 2007 1:59 PM
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!
Posted by: Marc-Andre at October 19, 2007 11:13 AM
Thank you All for your comments! I in fact googled all the postings and got the comments back one by one from the cache! Yeah! However I have to post them back manually as well...I will do it little by little...
Chris, your Chinese is so good! Great to hear from you...it has been a long time!
Chunhui, thanks, it always works!
Marcello, sorry about your photos! It happened to me before...I know how it feels...
Marc, thanks for the poem! That is beautiful...
Posted by: Helen at October 25, 2007 12:14 PM