I remember the drizzly streets with grasses and fallen leaves in my hometown.

Word of this grisly fresh incident in China has been bruited about across the world.

'A Chinese toddler who was ignored by at least 18 passers-by as she lay bleeding and unconscious in the street, has died, the hospital treating her said Friday, in an incident that has shocked the nation. ...' See Chinese toddler Yue Yue dies in hospital after shocking hit and run.

Gee. Do people want to live in that sort of society? I'm telling you, some Chinese people are like those 18 passers-by in the news story. Are we going to see more and more trespasses like that?

When I see a dog gambol, then I know it's really happy.

On the other hand, I've never seen a cat being really happy.

For a washing machine, a 'quick wash' doesn't often mean quick and dirty.

Sometimes it's hard for me to have a quiet cup of coffee during the day.

I'm not sure how my Chinese and English proficiency will conjoin in the future. But it looks probable.

The male protagonist in the movie 'Twilight' wears a ghastly white face. That sort of images are not my cup of tea.

My door is open to the balcony. The night wind is fizzling.

How sweet quietness is.

There's nearly no glitch in Windows 7 now. I guess Windows 8 will be crucial and a tipping point for Microsoft which will determine its fate in its competition with Apple.

The glare of hot summer sun is long gone. My life has grown older by another season.

I wonder how a mayfly feels.

The diaper leaked on our toddler daughter. That made a bit of inconvenience for me.

How many little and large bits of inconvenience parents have to go through to bring up a child.

One thing I've held against Google is that I'd been using the Google Notebook for years, and then poof, the maintenance of it got discontinued by Google.

And then I scrambled to find alternatives by other service providers, whose integration with other Google services always is not as good as that of my parted Google Notebook.

It looks that Obama's hair has turned grizzly from a state of being all dark. The guy has been doing a job which is tough on him.

Normally untreated excrement pollutes water and makes it undrinkable. Then how could ancient people drink water directly from rivers and so on?

The incorporeal time is both my friend and my enemy.

Presumption of innocence in the metro/subway

If you are a man, probably you've had this commonplace little experience in life. When you take the metro/subway and you're waiting for the train on a passenger platform, you absentmindedly or unawarely move a little too close to a woman and stand there. The woman subtly adjusts the position of her handbag on her shoulder and makes sure that it's safe from your possible fetching or something.

See, the woman can have Reasonable Doubt that you would possibly steal her purse or something, yet you have the presumed innocence as stated in the legal principle of Presumption of Innocence. So the train finally arrives, and you two step onto it and then you move away from the woman which possessed a pinch of Reasonable Doubt about your behavior a moment ago. And this episode of Presumption of Innocence finishes.

You see, this whole notion of Presumption of Innocence intrigues me. There's a catch though. If "the burden of proof rests on who asserts, not on who denies" (see the first paragraph of http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Presumption_of_innocence ), why do some defendants in some legal cases have to provide alibis to the courts which they are judged in?

The fall is drizzling and raining away.

There naturally exists a bubble of conceit for everyone.

It seems that only through interactions with the outside world, accompanied by introspection, one can shed that bubble of conceit.

It seems that in the English-speaking world, The Economist is the most laudable news magazine, be it in the U.K. or U.S.A.

Music video - Andre Rieu - La vie est belle

Whatever the criticism has been for André Rieu, a popular Dutch violinist (see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andr%C3%A9_Rieu#Reception), it must be lauded that he performs his music with class.