tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22639441151394985112024-03-18T19:59:24.316-07:00Dare DreamingLinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04709560171800579424noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263944115139498511.post-23837293058861089472012-08-05T00:59:00.002-07:002012-08-05T01:15:06.732-07:00How did a chicken soup end up without chicken<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
"OK, I am a little hungry now, let's make some chicken soup," she thinks. So she starts preparing for the ingredients needed such as tomatoes, potatoes, onions, carrots...and perhaps some chicken?<br />
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Only then she realizes the kitchen has everything but chicken. <br />
<div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
"The soup won't be complete without chicken. I need to get some chicken from the market," she thinks. So she puts on a white dress and heads out. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Just when she is about to cross the street, a fast-driving car suddenly drives past and runs over a pothole next to her in which some mud spills out of and contaminates her white dress. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
"This is really embarrassing, I have to clean it!" She thinks. So she goes to the nearest washroom where she can do the cleaning. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
When she is done with the cleaning, she looks at the mirror and realizes her skin is a little dry. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
"Oh this is embarrassing, I need some moisturizer!" She thinks. So she goes to the pharmacy nearby to get some moisturizer for her skin. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
When she is about to pay for the moisturizer, she notices a stack of brochures next to the counter about a 90% discount promotion on a mountain bike that glows in the dark.<br />
<br />
"Oh that's so handsome, I certainly need one of those!" She thinks. So she quickly rush to the shop that sells the mountain bike and happily gets herself one.<br />
<br />
She then cycles home with her new mountain bike and moisturizer, only to see her undone soup again and recalls that chicken is the very item that she was looking for.<br />
<br />
"Ahh....no way!" And she realizes she has spent all her money on the mountain bike and moisturizer that she doesn't really need, and now has not enough for the chicken anymore.</div>
</div>
</div>
</div>Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04709560171800579424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263944115139498511.post-91099215874572905202012-08-05T00:20:00.000-07:002012-08-05T01:24:50.900-07:00The one-star universe<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div>
There is this star who resides in a small universe, who one day feels like leaving that universe.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
In order to make the universe feel better for its departure, the star says these to the universe:</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
"Do you know, in the Solar System, the Planet Earth is either slightly or far bigger than these planets - Venus, Mars, Mercury, and Pluto, size in ascending order?"<br />
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
"Having said that, do you know, however, these planets are far bigger than the Planet Earth in the Solar System - Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, and Neptune? We can even fit about 1400 Earths inside the Jupiter!"</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
"Having said that, do you know, compared to the Sun, however, the Jupiter is about 980 times smaller?"</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
"Having said that, do you know, out of our Solar System, there is a very big universe, and all the stars in it, like Sirius, Pollux, Arcturus, size in ascending order, are much much bigger than the Sun?"</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
"Having said that, do you know, however, even these humongous stars are simply pale in comparison to some of the other stars in the universe like: Rigel, Aldebaran, Betelgeuse, Antares, size in ascending order, where Antares is the 15th brightest star in the sky and is more than 1000 Light Years away from the Planet Earth?"</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
"So you see, my dear universe, I am just such a tiny little dot in the sky. Please don't be sorry if I leave you."</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
The universe replies sadly:</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
"Yeah sure, those stars are indeed very big, and of course, the creator of all of them can only be the biggest."</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
"But you have to understand, a star can only be bigger in comparison to a smaller one. If you are the one and only star in a universe who has been illuminating it all its life, and the universe can only be a universe because of your presence, how can you say you are not big enough for that universe?"<br />
<br />
"No, you have no idea, I think."</div>
</div>Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04709560171800579424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263944115139498511.post-50556584943798118372011-07-18T02:46:00.000-07:002011-07-19T08:45:06.320-07:00我还要赶路 I'm in a hurry<div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">一开始路人甲就只是低着头,匆匆赶路。</span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Right from the beginning, pedestrian A had always been keeping his head low, while rushing somewhere.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">赶呀赶的,赶了好一会儿让他碰上正站在路旁左探右望的路人乙。</span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">He just kept moving, until he bumped into pedestrian B who was looking to the left and right, standing by the road side.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">尽管路人甲没停下脚步的意思,路人乙却把他截停了,问道:“<wbr></wbr>请问你从哪儿来?”</span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Even though pedestrian A showed no intention to slow down, pedestrian B however, stopped him and asked, "<i>Where did you come from?</i>"</span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">路人甲:“我忘了。。。其实我知道吗?哎,才没时间管它呢,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">我还要赶路</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">!”</span></span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"<i>I forgot...Or do I even know it? Well, I don't have time to care about THAT, I have to keep moving as I'm in a hurry!</i>" said pedestrian A.</span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">路人乙又问:“那你赶着去哪儿呢?”</span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"<i>Where are you heading then?</i>" asked pedestrian B again.</span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">路人甲:“谁知道呀?哎,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">才没时间管它呢,我还要赶路!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">”</span></span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"I <i>don't know. Well,</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i> I don't have time to care about THAT, I have to keep moving as I'm in a hurry!</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">" pedestrian A replied.</span></span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">路人乙继续问道:“为什么没时间呢?”</span><br />
<div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"<i>Why don't you have time?</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">" pedestrian B went on asking.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">路人甲:“因为~我在赶路啊!”</span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"<i>Because~I'm in a hurry!</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">" said pedestrian A. </span></span><br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-size: large;">路人乙还在问:“那你什么时候才会停下来呢?”</span><br />
<div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"<i>So when will you finally stop rushing?</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">" pedestrian B asked again.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">路人甲:“走不动了自然会停!”</span></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">"<i>I will stop when I can't move anymore,</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">" said pedestrian A.</span></span></div></div></div></div></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-size: large;">说完以后,路人甲不耐烦地把头低下,又匆匆赶路去了。</span></div></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">As he finished speaking, pedestrian A lowered his head impatiently and resumed his journey again.</span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">风尘尽散,只留下一脸疑惑的路人乙独自揣摩着:那么匆忙地赶路,<wbr></wbr>却不晓得自己何去何从,就因为没有时间吗。。。这怎么可能呢?</span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">When the dust stirred up by pedestrian A finally settled down, pedestrian B was still standing there with a puzzled face wondering: <b><i>Is it even possible, that someone can actually be rushing somewhere without knowing where he came from and where he is heading?</i></b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCGX8lAvBd4KafOIn9HsARRQto4bJt9ZFdc99ehA6A2C2IhxjSkx6kY4l-eLcXrxkUMa_4l1FYIC64xsdY80LdmvPrj5hYk16EemF9Msf33sIOoh63-Ql8MR2Ozb2FOdHHPTvzr-WVb5s/s1600/rose.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCGX8lAvBd4KafOIn9HsARRQto4bJt9ZFdc99ehA6A2C2IhxjSkx6kY4l-eLcXrxkUMa_4l1FYIC64xsdY80LdmvPrj5hYk16EemF9Msf33sIOoh63-Ql8MR2Ozb2FOdHHPTvzr-WVb5s/s1600/rose.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><i style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">人生好比赶路,到了尽头自然就要停下来了。</span></i></span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><div style="border-collapse: collapse;"></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Life is like rushing somewhere, eventually you will have to stop when it comes to an end.</i></span><br />
<div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div></div></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse;"></div><i style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">然而,如果上面的问题同样难倒了你,也许,现在就是时候让你停下脚步,看看左,看看右,<wbr></wbr>厘清方向以后再继续赶路了。</span></i></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>However, if you are stumped by the questions above too, perhaps then, it's now time for you to stop for a while, look to your left and right, and get your direction right before you move again.</i></span></div>Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04709560171800579424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263944115139498511.post-939341689910003132010-12-26T00:40:00.000-08:002010-12-26T02:24:20.647-08:00A tough decision for a sweet fanaticEveryone knows that among the four basic tastes: sweetness, bitterness, sourness, saltiness, she appreciates sweetness the most.<br />
<br />
For example, she would order something sweet for appetizer, main course, and dessert for a three-course meal sometimes.<br />
<br />
At the cinema, before the show starts, instead of potato chips or cheese rings, she would much prefer to have chocolate bars or strawberry-flavored lollipops as snacks.<br />
<br />
She also enjoys taking sweet fruits like dates, longan, papaya, lycee, watermelon, grapes, and etc in big portion as she believes natural sweetness like these can never be harmful even consumed excessively.<br />
<br />
Therefore, everyone could easily understand too how completely devastated she is now, for being diagnosed with diabetes just recently.<br />
<br />
She struggles, and tries really hard to get back to a life where she could still taste her favorite taste, hoping that she could just muddle along and it actually won't hurt as much as what the doctor says.<br />
<br />
Strange signs start to surface one after another.<br />
<br />
She notices no matter how much she eats, she keeps losing weight; no matter how much she drinks, her mouth is still very dry and she is always thirsty; no matter how often she urinates, she just has to do it again very soon, sometimes in less than 5 minutes; and no matter how carefully she has been taking care of the new cut on her right index finger, it just never seems to heal. <br />
<br />
When her skin starts to develop some unknown itchiness and yeast infections, and her legs too begin to suffer from acute pain for no reasons, the doctor warns her once again to quit eating sweet, or she will risk amputations or even her life perhaps sooner than later.<br />
<br />
Just like how babies have to give up their pacifiers in order to grow up at some point, she now has to give up her most favorite taste in order to live longer.<br />
<br />
But the problem is, she doesn't know if she could still survive without her favorite taste.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIL4Je9ngP4P_Eb1Wpi49BWxmMDs0P5FIZg-z7fVVzn0IYfqImDXB4it1Sokd2v979pqmvrUZCvdVmRT24QITwJcJspnXW3v6kftJ6B6HmttUe9k-hJgUib9dY33Nv4xigZTMntUlUxKg/s1600/rose.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIL4Je9ngP4P_Eb1Wpi49BWxmMDs0P5FIZg-z7fVVzn0IYfqImDXB4it1Sokd2v979pqmvrUZCvdVmRT24QITwJcJspnXW3v6kftJ6B6HmttUe9k-hJgUib9dY33Nv4xigZTMntUlUxKg/s1600/rose.png" /></a></div><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>You can always choose to live with something that you really adore, but at the same time making your life difficult.</em></span><br />
<br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>On the other hand, you can also choose to stop living with it, and hence, stop all the painful sensations you are suffering too.</em></span><br />
<br />
<em><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia;">Its always a matter of choice, you just have to figure out which one weighs more to you.</span></em>Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04709560171800579424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263944115139498511.post-77950218538878350282010-12-08T09:19:00.000-08:002011-07-18T02:39:50.057-07:00A confused geographer<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">As a geographer, he really knows quite a bit about <b>the Earth</b>.</span><br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">He knows the <b><i>highest </i></b>point on earth is the top of <i>Mount Everest</i>, which is <i>8,848 m</i> above sea level, located in Himalayas on the border of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">Nepal and China</span>.</span><br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">He knows the <b><i>lowest </i></b>point on earth is the bottom of <i>Dead Sea shore</i>, which is <i>422 m</i> below sea level, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">bordering Jordan and Israel.</span></span><br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"></span>He knows it could get as <b><i>hot </i></b>as <i>57.8°C</i>, as recorded on 13 September 1922, in Al 'Aziziyah, Libya.</span><br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">He knows it could get as <b><i>cold </i></b>as <i>−89.2 °C</i>, as recorded on 21 July 1983, in <span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">Vostok Research Station, which is</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"> located about 1,300 km from the Geographic South Pole</span>.</span><br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">He knows the <i><b>longest distance</b></i> possible on earth, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">or some may refer to it as '<i>circumference of earth</i>'</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">, is <i>40,075.16 km</i> at the equator, which is surprisingly <i>NOT </i>the distance from North Pole to South Pole as many people might assume it to be, as the </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;">earth is slightly wider than it is tall by approximately <i>67 km</i>, which also resulted in it being known as an '<i>ellipsoid</i>', or more precisely '<i>geoid</i>'.</span></span><br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;">Having said that, no matter how well he knows about the planet, he just couldn't understand why he doesn't believe in all these facts anymore...since the day he met her.</span><br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;">He now believes, that the <b><i>highest </i></b>point on earth where one could possibly reach, is when he sees her smiling. </span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">He now believes, that the <b><i>lowest </i></b>point on earth where one could possibly reach, is when he sees her crying.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">He now believes, that the <b><i>hottest </i></b>place on earth where one could still </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;">possibly </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;">be alive, is his face that goes blushed whenever she teases him.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">He now believes, that the <b><i>coldest </i></b>place on earth where one could still </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;">possibly </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;">be alive, is his heart that turns icy-cold whenever she rejects him.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">He now believes the<b><i> longest distance</i></b> possible on earth, is when she is so close to him, but yet, never seems to see how much his love for her is.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">He no longer thinks he is qualified to be a geographer. </span></span><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1hrmoJhGXHMWRXvEcz3Q7QdI-XS8woHXK6s5WzqisMiMAm_CQUOdwnVuptxBA5mRxKQNCrxbV7m1_ES8syfSROt-GwhBwswOKR95dLC1qc5Wb5-4QBAxoh-bEMHwVy5w2KiFVosC5-gc/s1600/rose.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1hrmoJhGXHMWRXvEcz3Q7QdI-XS8woHXK6s5WzqisMiMAm_CQUOdwnVuptxBA5mRxKQNCrxbV7m1_ES8syfSROt-GwhBwswOKR95dLC1qc5Wb5-4QBAxoh-bEMHwVy5w2KiFVosC5-gc/s1600/rose.png" /></a></div><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia;"><em>Confusion might happen in the beginning of a sweet romance, and it might eventually be clarified and you become certain.</em></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia;"><em>Or it might happen when you meet the WRONG person, and it might never disappear and you remain confused indefinitely.</em></span></div></div>Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04709560171800579424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263944115139498511.post-75979135857718053802010-11-28T03:13:00.000-08:002010-12-02T08:06:26.974-08:00Confrontation between two friendsDorothy noticed something was bothering Benjamin as he didn't seem to be happy like always, and didn't talk to her as much as he used to.<br />
<div><br />
</div><div>Dorothy finally asked: "<i>Hey Ben, are you alright? Have I said anything that offended you unintentionally or is there anything that's bothering you? You seem to be rather unhappy lately.</i>"</div><div><br />
</div><div>Benjamin was a little uneasy when he replied: "<i>Hey Dorothy, not at all. I'm quite alright, maybe a little tired as I'm quite tied up with work recently, but I'm really fine, thanks for your concern.</i>"</div><div><br />
</div><div>Dorothy really thought he was alright until he came to her few days later.</div><div><br />
</div><div>"<i>Mind if I ask you a question?</i>" somewhat hesitated, he asked deliberately.</div><div><br />
</div><div>"<i>Sure, go ahead,</i>" Dorothy was really curious now as Benjamin had never behaved like this before.</div><div><br />
</div><div>"<i>OK, Have you...By any chances,</i>" hesitated for one last time before he continued, "<i>Mentioned to anyone, maybe accidentally, about the freelance I did few months ago? Because apparently someone who's quite close to you knew about that freelance, somehow...</i>"</div><div><br />
</div><div>With utmost disbelief, she replied agitatedly: "<i>No, of course not! You know I always keep my words especially when I've explicitly promised that I will NEVER share it with anyone else when you told me about the freelance,</i>" She just couldn't believe that Benjamin was actually suspecting her to be the one who disclosed his secret.</div><div><br />
</div><div>"<i>Thanks, Dorothy, I trust you, but I just wanted to re-confirm that you didn't do it, really thanks for reassuring me,</i>" Benjamin smiled at her with a relief on his face.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Dorothy replied: "<i>Well, if you DID trust me, perhaps you didn't even have to re-confirm it by confronting me today...Anyways.</i>" </div><div><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrAbHYO4bvFznuR9c65shtEv_6MFmN100SU-d-gB5gbnNlIxHc-gbRlgbpRurTppYSgjyTFBX516X9FGv5-ESPOdvINe90_ZfWbvP_WtEAEWKjrTFQLgSay8DTY1Bd73JHPLJrevCsfAE/s1600/rose.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrAbHYO4bvFznuR9c65shtEv_6MFmN100SU-d-gB5gbnNlIxHc-gbRlgbpRurTppYSgjyTFBX516X9FGv5-ESPOdvINe90_ZfWbvP_WtEAEWKjrTFQLgSay8DTY1Bd73JHPLJrevCsfAE/s1600/rose.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;">If he trusted her, why did he keep a distance from her when he found that his secret was exploded in the beginning? Wasn't it an obvious sign that he did not trust her initially?</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><br />
</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;">If he did not trust her, why did he bother to 're-confirm' again that she didn't do it by confronting her later? Didn't it clearly tell that he still trusted her and whatever she said?</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><br />
</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;">But if he DID trust her, why was such re-confirmation so significant? </span></i><br />
<br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;">But if he DID NOT, he would have just continued keeping a distance from her and not even bother to seek for a re-confirmation, perhaps?</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><br />
</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;">Its always something very delicate when it comes to <b>TRUST</b>.</span></i></div>Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04709560171800579424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263944115139498511.post-72552928785845087322010-11-23T10:19:00.000-08:002010-11-28T08:51:05.665-08:00The manager and the temporary staff<div><b><i>The CEO</i></b> recruited a graduate of <i style="font-weight: bold;">School A </i>as a manager.<br />
<br />
<b><i>The CEO</i></b> expected <b><i>the Manager</i></b> to hire another employee who must also be a graduate of <b><i>School A</i></b> to expand the company business together.<br />
<br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;"><i>T</i></span><i style="font-weight: bold;">he Manager </i>hired another graduate of <i><b>School A</b></i> soon after he joined the company, and quickly realized that the newly hired couldn't really pace up with him, so he terminated the new employee even if he knew <b><i>the CEO</i></b> wouldn't quite like the idea, but <b><i>the Manager</i></b> still did it as he believed the company could only grow with the right employee hired.<br />
<br />
From then onwards<b><i> the Manager</i></b> had been very careful with the selection of candidates. He interviewed 100 people before he finally met this candidate, who was unfortunately <i>NOT </i>a graduate of <b><i>School A</i></b>, but fulfilling most of the requirements.<br />
<br />
<b><i>The Manager </i></b>then hired the candidate as a <i>TEMPORARY </i>staff, hoping to commence some business development while waiting for the <i>RIGHT </i>candidate to appear later.<br />
<br />
Before they realized,<b><i> the Temporary Staff</i></b> had become more and more efficient each day. Together they expanded the business a lot, and really enjoyed working with each other.<br />
<br />
One day, <b><i>the Temporary Staff</i></b> finally requested an official employment from<i><b> the Manager</b></i>.<br />
<br />
<b><i>The Manager</i></b>: "I wish I could, unfortunately its a rule that I <i>CANNOT </i>hire you as an official employee if you aren't a graduate of <b><i>School A</i></b>, no matter how much I appreciate your talent and contribution. Perhaps you could try to get a certification from <b><i>School A</i></b>, and we talk about this again?"<br />
<br />
<b><i>The Temporary Staff</i></b>: "Well, you know I <i>CAN </i>perform. I really don't see any reasons why I should study now while I can already contribute so much to the company. Perhaps you could just convert me to a permanent employee first?"<br />
<br />
<i style="font-weight: bold;">The Manager</i>: "I afraid I am not able to do that yet. Why don't you just go and study a little bit, see how it goes, and we'll talk about it again?"<br />
<div style="margin: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin: 0px;">So <b><i>the Temporary Staff</i></b> studied a little bit and came back to the same discussion again. </div><div style="margin: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin: 0px;"><b><i>The Manager</i></b>: "I'm sorry, I still can't offer you a permanent position until you become a graduate of <b><i>School A</i></b>. Why is it so important for you, by the way, while your job scope and salary will be more or less the same even after such conversion?"</div><br />
<b><i>The Temporary staff</i></b>: "Becoming a permanent staff turns uncertainty to certainty, it makes me feel much appreciated and know how to plan for my career path accordingly. Like now, I feel really insecure as I never know if I would still have the job tomorrow."<br />
<br />
<b style="font-style: italic;">The Temporary Staff</b>: "To be honest some companies have approached me recently and proposed me some very nice package and they are all permanent positions. However, I didn't accept any of those offers as I really admire the way you work and I believe together we could make the company business a great success, and I can always do the study <i>LATER</i>."<br />
<br />
<i style="font-weight: bold;">The Manager</i>: "I still can't make you a permanent staff before you become a graduate of <i><b>School A</b></i>. Why don't you go and study a little bit more and we'll come back to this again?"<br />
<br />
<b><i>The Temporary Staff</i></b>: "I'm sorry, but I never prioritized studying as something very crucial to be done <i>NOW</i>, but I just can't wait to utilize all the skill and knowledge I have to achieve something bigger," and then he sadly tendered his resignation.<br />
<br />
<b><i>The Manager</i></b>: "Please stay a little longer and study just a little bit more before we see how we could go about this again? I really enjoy working with you!"<br />
<br />
<b><i>The Temporary Staff</i></b>: "Thank you, I enjoy working with you too. But I just don't think anything would change even if I stay longer and study a little bit more as it still won't make me a graduate of <i style="font-weight: bold;">School A</i>, while at the same time I might lose all the <i>OPPORTUNITIES </i>of achieving something bigger."<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM4-3JrwcdcpTiTx4j_VuB9T70O0wZmXtkEWwK6P1PWhKuYVaaqKoExkhojwV1vsVZhx7zxMNd-po2eWZDTfSBVf9LI1LaOQzTmRMyJ895VCrrUfv8pEkweXdigITXi_QR_89iQCqh7qo/s1600/rose.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM4-3JrwcdcpTiTx4j_VuB9T70O0wZmXtkEWwK6P1PWhKuYVaaqKoExkhojwV1vsVZhx7zxMNd-po2eWZDTfSBVf9LI1LaOQzTmRMyJ895VCrrUfv8pEkweXdigITXi_QR_89iQCqh7qo/s1600/rose.png" /></a></div><br />
<i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;">The Manager lost his best employee ever, because he couldn't break the rule. </span></b></i><br />
<div style="margin: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><br />
</span></i></div><div style="margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><i></i><i>If you were him, would you compromise and still try to find a way to convert the Temporary Staff to permanent employee even if its quite impossible, continue expanding the company's business, and let the Temporary Staff become a graduate of School A eventually at his own pace?</i></span></div><div style="margin: 0px;"><i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><br />
</span></i></i></div><div style="margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><i></i><i><i><b>The Temporary Staff lost his best manager ever, because he wasn't interested to study so much yet. </b></i></i></span></div><div style="margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;">If you were him, would you compromise and study it all the way to the graduation from School A, despite your lack of interest in becoming one, yet, as well as the insecurity of losing anytime both the temporary job and all possible opportunities of achieving something bigger?</span></i></div><div style="margin: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin: 0px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;">Well, if only I could make a choice and give the story a happy ending.</span></i></div></div>Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04709560171800579424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263944115139498511.post-64898619060634003242010-11-18T14:26:00.001-08:002010-11-18T15:54:19.556-08:00A gifted man<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">He always believed that he could <b><i>RUN</i></b>, until he met a c<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;">heetah in East Africa one day, who could run </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 18px;">70 miles per hour, which is almost 3 times faster than him.</span></span><br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">He always believed that he could <b><i>SWIM</i></b>, until he met a Gentoo penguin in Antarctica, who could swim </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">15 miles per hour; and a school of fish that never have to get out of water to breathe.</span></span><br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;">He always believed that he could <b><i>JUMP</i></b>, until he met a puma, who could jump 15 feet or about 5 times its height; and later a flea who could jump 100 times higher than its size.</span><br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;">He always believed that he could <b><i>CLIMB</i></b>, until he met a cat, who could just climb 3 floors up in 5 seconds without making any noise; and later a monkey who could climb a coconut tree that was 80 feet high.</span><br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;">"<i>No way! There must be something I am good at,</i>" despite the little frustration, he tried to think of <b><i>ANYTHING </i></b>that he could do, well, not necessarily to be something elegant, but something that impresses others will do.</span><br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;">He thought, well, maybe he could <b>CRAWL</b>. Immediately he found a snail who was crawling just </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;">next to him</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"> very slowly, but yet, steadily enough that seemed as though it could do that forever; and later a black Mamba who crawled aggressively at 20 miles per hour and kept threatening him with its fangs.</span><br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">He thought, well, maybe he could <b><i>SLEEP</i></b>. Immediately he found a bear who just woke up from its 10 days hibernation; and later a </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">ground squirrel who told him that its about time for it to go into hibernation for 4 to 6 months.</span></span><br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;">"<i>Just why don't I have a <b>talent</b>?</i>" he was really upset in the beginning, and</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"> finally decided to stop fighting the nature, but start thinking instead what he could really do best given what he had. </span><br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;">So he invented a <i><b>CAR</b></i>, that runs much faster than 70 miles per hour.</span><br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;">So he invented a </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><b><i>SHIP</i></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;">, that sails much faster than 15 miles per hour; and a </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><b><i>SUBMARINE </i></b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;">that allows him to stay underwater for a very long time. </span><br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">So he invented a <i><b>PLANE</b></i>, that gets him to </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">37,000 feet high in the air, moves him from one end of the world to another; and a <b><i>ROCKET </i></b>that even transports him to another planet if he wants.</span></span><br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">"<i>I think I know what my </i><b><i>talent </i></b><i>really is now,</i>" </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">and he happily transferred all his knowledge to many generations to come.</span></span><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxygyCSzYuRcJy5h4xsv9542Xnk-iuxJTw4-hHcoba7z0dFeYp4usEGdqkGm40tYnS87m5zvmcrZk_QRnpo6FeLKonCcefmvLBQnoEwe6mgGCVkk6o4zAj0bBJUdkYsGKg9oLRnElAaBw/s1600/rose.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxygyCSzYuRcJy5h4xsv9542Xnk-iuxJTw4-hHcoba7z0dFeYp4usEGdqkGm40tYnS87m5zvmcrZk_QRnpo6FeLKonCcefmvLBQnoEwe6mgGCVkk6o4zAj0bBJUdkYsGKg9oLRnElAaBw/s1600/rose.png" /></span></a></div><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"><i>We all must be talented in some way, its just a matter of whether you've discovered yours.</i></span></span></span><br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; line-height: 16px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Some people think its a waste of time and effort to try out different things or to develop different skills in life, as they think it would just end up knowing a lot in 'breadth' but not in 'depth'.</span></i></span><br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; line-height: 16px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">For me, I suppose you never know what your talent really is, until you discover it.</span></i></span><br />
<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7; line-height: 16px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">If you are uncertain about what you can achieve, just <b>KEEP TRYING</b>.</span></i></span>Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04709560171800579424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263944115139498511.post-68966228645595980652010-10-15T11:50:00.000-07:002010-11-28T09:10:31.260-08:00Old lady and a five-year-oldThis old lady always started her day by sitting on a bench in front of her house, looked to the horizon with her face getting more and more miserable, and then ended up weeping, every single day.<br />
<br />
One day, her neighbor's 5-year-old's son came by and asked: "<i>Hello granny, why are you crying everyday?</i>"<br />
<br />
She answered, sadly: "<i>That's because I have two sons...</i>"<br />
<br />
The young boy quickly replied: "<i>Oh, that's GREAT, I always wanted a brother! Why are you crying?</i>"<br />
<br />
She continued: "<i>My first son, Sam, is a raincoat seller, and Rob, my second son, is a hat seller.</i>"<br />
<br />
The boy still didn't get it: "<i>OK...But why are you crying?</i>"<br />
<br />
She sobbed again: "<i>Sam makes good business when its raining, whereas Rob sells a lot of hats on a sunny day.</i>"<br />
<br />
The boy got even more confused now: "<i>That's good for them...why are you crying?</i>"<br />
<br />
She looked even sadder now: "<i>When its sunny, I think about how Sam will be suffering because nobody will buy his raincoats.</i>"<br />
<br />
"<i>When it starts raining,</i>" she continued, "<i>I just can't help thinking how Rob will have a hard time selling his hats,</i>" with her eyes glittering because of the tears, "<i>I feel so sorry when any of their business is not doing well, and that's why I am crying.</i>"<br />
<br />
The little boy laughed and replied innocently: "<i>Why don't you think of Sam when its raining, and Rob on a sunny day? Then you'll be happy everyday!</i>"<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvoByog23TD-UgtoHXoq3caMX299HcMwNZ9KvI15yoVXwqMqeTI7vWH4LNAKngAY3HLd799WvV9CyB1Un45wzReAalbFaswRs3kFxTCFoD27tFWBx_WlArJ-T56MBUFzIT-DaBbcVbqkQ/s1600/rose.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvoByog23TD-UgtoHXoq3caMX299HcMwNZ9KvI15yoVXwqMqeTI7vWH4LNAKngAY3HLd799WvV9CyB1Un45wzReAalbFaswRs3kFxTCFoD27tFWBx_WlArJ-T56MBUFzIT-DaBbcVbqkQ/s1600/rose.png" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;">This is not a new story, but I suppose its definitely worth it to re-write it and share with those who have not read or heard about it. </span></span></span></span></span></i><br />
<br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;">Some people just don't know how to be happy, like the granny here. </span></span></i><br />
<br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;">They don't remember the good things in life, and when life gets a little tough sometimes, they become really upset and get stuck in eternal unhappiness. </span></span></span></span></span></i><br />
<br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;">Well, just remember one thing: Its always your <b>CHOICE </b>to be unhappy, but good news is, you can always <b>CHOOSE </b>to be happy too - just try to think like a five-year-old! ;)</span></span></span></span></i>Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04709560171800579424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263944115139498511.post-23063698955161406162010-09-06T14:24:00.000-07:002010-11-17T15:44:49.935-08:00Two monks and a beautiful womanTwo monks were on their way back to their temple, when they saw a beautiful woman sitting next to the river they were about to cross, with a distressed look on her face.<br />
<div><br />
</div><div>They asked if the woman needed any help. The woman said she needed to cross the river but she didn't know how to swim, would be great if any of them could carry her across the river.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Monk #1 immediately rejected her as its proclaimed in the doctrines that a monk should avoid any physical contacts with any women by all means, while monk #2, on the contrary, accepted the request and piggybacked her across the river, totally disregarding the strong objection from monk #1.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Once they'd crossed the river, monk #2 slowly put her down, and left after she expressed her thankfulness for his help.</div><div><br />
</div><div>As the two continued the journey back home, monk #1 never stopped criticizing monk #2 for not following the doctrines by having physical contacts with the beautiful woman.</div><div><br />
</div><div>When they finally arrived, monk #2 who had just been keeping quiet until then, looked at monk #1 and said:<br />
<br />
<i><b>"I have long put her down since we crossed the river, but you on the other hand, are still taking her with you in your heart until now."</b></i><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP6q20g1S7vkUkwkS3kVH86CiBVIrz6HKbCNKgmgmkxd9Wf9ez2PHJ7uox38aRBeEjFRc_iZdop4y1wGCLrNER6iXROkst34up9xfjhyphenhyphenHN0XPuashbw0heGkSJkBOAuBpnhX1USv4e1_w/s1600/rose.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP6q20g1S7vkUkwkS3kVH86CiBVIrz6HKbCNKgmgmkxd9Wf9ez2PHJ7uox38aRBeEjFRc_iZdop4y1wGCLrNER6iXROkst34up9xfjhyphenhyphenHN0XPuashbw0heGkSJkBOAuBpnhX1USv4e1_w/s1600/rose.png" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;">R</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;">ead this story on a Chinese newspaper some years ago, and still find it very inspiring today. </span></span></i><br />
<br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;">Sometimes <b>persistence </b>is really great to have especially when it comes to self-improvement or other positive things that could be done in order to create a better life; other times it might just appear to be some obstacles for one to move on and discover other wonderful things in life. </span></span></i><br />
<br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;">Therefore, be persistent ONLY when its for something BETTER.</span></span></i></div>Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04709560171800579424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263944115139498511.post-30274732024364128602010-08-05T12:24:00.000-07:002010-11-18T06:23:17.026-08:00It might be good for youThere was this king who had an advisor who always followed him, and always said '<i><b>It might be good for you</b></i>' for everything the king did.<br />
<br />
One day, the king was very full as a result of eating too much, the advisor said: "<b><i>It might be good for you</i></b><i>, your majesty.</i>"<br />
<br />
Another day, the king couldn't sleep well and felt really bad the next morning. Yet again the advisor said: "<i><b>It might be good for you</b>, your majesty.</i>"<br />
<br />
The king could never understand why was it that the advisor kept saying that.<br />
<br />
When the king accidentally chopped off his little toe one day, with no surprise the advisor said it again: "<i><b>It might be good for you</b>, your majesty.</i>"<br />
<br />
This time the king got really annoyed and roared: "<i>How on earth losing a toe might be good for me? You shall be imprisoned <b>INDEFINITELY</b> for giving such <b>UNCONSTRUCTIVE</b> advice!</i>"<br />
<br />
The advisor was then kept in a small cell which had totally no windows, and was only provided a meal and three glasses of water each day. <br />
<br />
But only god knows why, the advisor still said: "<i>Thank you, my lord. <b>It might be good for ME</b>.</i>" <br />
<br />
Some months later, the king went hunting with some friends. Somehow they went different ways and lost each other after a while. <br />
<br />
The king ended up bumping into a cannibal tribe and got captured by the cannibals, unfortunately. They tied him up and started performing some rituals before cooking him.<br />
<br />
Just when they were about to throw the king into the big pot with boiling water, the tribe leader raised his hand and said: "<i>Examine him, for one last time.</i>"<br />
<br />
So the retinues began to check the king thoroughly. First with the head, then face, neck, shoulders, chest, stomach, arms, hands, between his legs, back, thighs, calves...and finally the feet.<br />
<br />
One of them shouted out immediately: "<i>Oh no, he is missing a toe</i>!"<br />
<br />
With great anger, the tribe leader instructed: "<i>Release him, we don't want anything <b>INCOMPLETE</b></i>!"<br />
<br />
The king quickly ran away from the tribe and finally found his way back to his castle. <br />
<br />
Guess what, the first thing he did was releasing the advisor.<br />
<br />
"<i>I never knew you are so wise,</i>" asked the king, "<i>How did you manage to predict what would happen today when I lost my toe?</i>"<br />
<br />
"<i>I didn't exactly see what was coming for you, your majesty. I just knew '<b>It might be good for you</b>', and you only know why is it <b>GOOD</b> when the moment is <b>RIGHT</b>, your majesty,</i>" the advisor answered.<br />
<br />
The king wasn't quite impressed and continued asking: "<i>Well, why did you say <b>it might be good for YOU </b>when I put you in jail then?</i>"<br />
<br />
Smiling meaningfully, the advisor replied: "<i>Imagine if I wasn't put in jail, would I then survive from the cannibals if I followed you for the hunting today, like I always did? So it was, indeed, good for me, your majesty.</i>"<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXYSFr8AjACWo7KZnfb8u-zyxIlmd_v48h060ksOj7K3LiV0ndvEu_IZ0q4zKNZvMPff_NTbbl3G2SS3kHJY4WYFuxQ7tTjxozL2xAFZWNTiGYbH4Wmbke4Kjt9WF4hrKDCU7rRAmQlmk/s1600/rose.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXYSFr8AjACWo7KZnfb8u-zyxIlmd_v48h060ksOj7K3LiV0ndvEu_IZ0q4zKNZvMPff_NTbbl3G2SS3kHJY4WYFuxQ7tTjxozL2xAFZWNTiGYbH4Wmbke4Kjt9WF4hrKDCU7rRAmQlmk/s1600/rose.png" /></a></div><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;">This wonderful story was shared by a good friend some time ago. I was really impressed the first time I heard it.</span></span></i><br />
<br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;">However, for some reasons, I have never been able to tell the complete story to others since then. So I guess its a good idea to write it down before it happens again. :)</span></span></i>Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04709560171800579424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263944115139498511.post-82531722023247278162010-07-26T09:59:00.000-07:002010-07-26T10:09:19.530-07:00Mood swings...side effects of the pills?<i>"I don't know WHY but I really feel offended by what you just said."<br />
<br />
"Can you PLEASE stop doing that? I really dislike it."<br />
<br />
"Would you stop talking for a while IF you don't mind? I just need some silence."<br />
<br />
"Bear with me, guess I'm having my 'moments' again...sob...sob...sob..."<br />
<br />
"Damn it! Don't these people know how to drive?!"<br />
<br />
"Why again with all these expenses? I'm so SICK of spending again!"<br />
<br />
"Didn't I just say that to you? Can you PLEASE pay more attention next time?"</i><br />
<br />
Etc etc. <br />
<br />
Simply too many examples of my recent grumpiness, which was possibly due to the taking of some hormonal pills <i>(<b>Mercilon</b>)</i> since 2 weeks ago, in attempt to prevent the stomachache I had earlier (caused by 'functional cyst') from happening again.<br />
<br />
Sometimes I would get <b>upset</b> over nothing while I was 'reasonably' happy just 5 minutes ago.<br />
<br />
It also happened once that I suddenly started weeping in the middle of driving, really for no apparent reasons, but I just felt <b>miserable</b>. <br />
<br />
The emotions just creeped in when I was most unprepared, like when I was alone, or with the closest people in my life, family for example.<br />
<br />
I feel especially <b>sorry</b> for my father, as he is probably among the most unfortunate victims of my mood swings these days. I don't really remember the last time when I spoke to him without raising my voice or being <b>grumpy</b>. <br />
<br />
Think my workmates and friends, too, were unable to escape from my emotional attacks as I seemed to be able to spark a <b>fight</b> after a short while of being engaged in a discussion / conversation.<br />
<br />
Even though I felt extremely guilty and sorry for my poor manner right after every unnecessary argument, however, it was just almost <b>IMPOSSIBLE</b> for me to control my emotion at those moments.<br />
<br />
I was told by the doctor that I might experience some emotional change when I'm on medication of the pills, especially during the first week, as it would trigger the release of certain hormones in my body. <br />
<br />
But seriously, never thought this 'change' could be so aggresive and annoying, even to myself. Really can't wait for my body to get used to such hormonal change, and be <b>APPROACHABLE</b> to others again. <br />
<br />
Anyway, last yell for tonight: <br />
<br />
<big>Inexplicable mood swings, GO AWAY! I want to be <b>sweet</b> again!</big> :D :D :DLinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04709560171800579424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263944115139498511.post-23143423584806963282010-06-27T12:19:00.000-07:002010-07-26T10:25:41.888-07:00First hospitalization experience - Day 2Even though I went to bed early that night, I kept waking up like every 2 hours or so, due to the resistance to sleeping on an unfamiliar bed, the anxiety of being 'intruded' anytime by some unknown visitors as the door was opened all the time, and also because nurses came in to get my body temperature & blood pressure every now and then in the middle of the night.<br />
<br />
Anyway, after the long night, I just couldn't wait to wake up before 9am the next morning, hoping to get whatever necessary to be done so that I could leave as soon as possible.<br />
<br />
This time I was taken to see <strong>Dr. J</strong>, a <strong>gynaecologist</strong>, to do the final abdominal ultrasound which confirmed <strong>Dr. X</strong>'s diagnosis - there's a functional cyst of unusual size in my right ovary, which was however subsiding compared to the day before.<br />
<br />
To my surprise, I got a prescription of some <strong>oral contraceptive pills</strong>. According to <strong>Dr. J</strong>, apparently those pills could prevent the cysts from forming again by stopping my ovulation upon next menstrual cycle (which also achieves birth control purposes).<br />
<br />
Anyway, I was still grateful for the fact that no operation was required and happily waiting to be discharged since 1pm, but what I didn't know was that it was actually just the beginning of another unpleasant event...<br />
<br />
Think I'd gone to the discharge department for at least 4 or 5 times to check the status of it, as nobody ever came to my room to update me anything about the discharge. <br />
<br />
Can you believe that I was still in the hospital after <strong>SEVEN</strong> hours? Just because they still couldn't get the letter of guarantee from my insurance company for my hospitalization bill by then.<br />
<br />
I finally stopped bugging the officer in discharge department, <strong>Mr. Whatever</strong> (besides forgetting his name, also because I really don't care!), at <strong>6pm</strong> when he told me that the initial guarantee letter was approved by the insurance company, and I could go home in one hour once they received the final approval letter later.<br />
<br />
So I went back to my room and patiently waited for another hour, before I realized it was actually a <strong>TRICK</strong> to stop me from bugging him anymore - the discharge department closed at exactly <strong>7pm</strong>! <br />
<br />
I couldn't believe the employee of such a reputable hospital would be so irresponsible to this extent, and yet, there was still nobody who came and informed me when exactly I could leave. (Or did anybody even care?)<br />
<br />
With serious annoyance, I went down to the reception at the main entrance of the hospital and asked for my discharge status. Only then I found out I had to pay the bill myself because the insurance company had somehow rejected to pay for the bill due to the conflict between initial and final diagnoses of my condition.<br />
<br />
I went totally <strong>SPEECHLESS</strong> when I learned the bill was almost <strong>RM1700</strong>. Just couldn't understand why did I have to stay for so long while in the end I still had to pay for myself? <br />
<br />
Can you believe that I left the hospital around <b>8pm</b>? Something was SERIOUSLY wrong with the discharge procedure in that hospital. <br />
<br />
Think about it, througout the <b>7 hours</b> waiting period, it wasn't just my time that was wasted, but also hospital resources like the ward I occupied, the nurses who came to provide meals and etc, all of these were unnecessarily abused merely due to the inefficiency of the discharge procedure.<br />
<br />
Anyway, this was my first, and hopefully last, hospitalization experience.Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04709560171800579424noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263944115139498511.post-53422511686110721692010-06-27T09:06:00.000-07:002010-07-24T12:50:42.803-07:00First hospitalization experience - Day 1Was very grateful for being 'quite' healthy and never been admitted to hospital before for any reasons, until <strong>24 June 2010</strong>.<br /><br />It began with an unusual abdominal pain on the right side which never went off for more than 2 weeks since it started. I could even feel the pain while driving through some road bumps especially when I wasn't driving 'gently', or when I was walking fast with high heels, or even when I was jumping while practising some Yoga poses.<br /><br />Even though I experienced similar pain before, but the pain would normally disappear after a maximum of 3 or 4 days. I got worried as the pain lasted for too long this time and still showed no sign of going away, so I decided to consult a doctor.<br /><br /><strong>Dr. A</strong> examined my stomach by pressing a few places on it, and concluded that it wasn't acute appendicitis (usual cause of pain on right abdomen), but could have something to do with my ovary, however.<br /><br />He then referred me to a specialist (I'm still unsure of what field he is specialized in until now), <strong>Dr. M</strong>, whom I went to see a week later.<br /><br /><strong>Dr. M</strong> went through the same examination like <strong>Dr. A</strong> but derived a conflicting diagnosis - it was most likely <strong>acute appendicitis</strong>, even though it is also possible to be an <strong>ovarian problem</strong> - so he proposed an immediate admission to further examining my condition, and also instructed me to fast in case there was a need of surgery.<br /><br />So there I was, admitted to one of the most expensive and reputable hospitals in KL, on the 24th of June, after being reassured by the hospital staffs that it would be totally covered by my insurance company prior to the admission.<br /><br />Before I could enter my ward (somehow they needed 3 hours to clean it up), I went through some blood test, urine test, and finally an ultrasound on my stomach. Funny part was I had to drink like 8 cups of water before the ultrasound, as it had to be done while I was 'passing urine' somehow.<br /><br /><strong>Dr. X</strong> (Sorry, but I just don't remember her initial :P) identified that there's a <strong>cyst</strong> in my right ovary, which in medical term is being referred to as <strong>'functional cyst'</strong>. According to her, basically its something that wraps over my ovum before it gets burst upon ovulation each month (to release the ovum).<br /><br />My problem was, for some reasons, that functionl cyst didn't get burst but stayed in my ovary even after ovulation period. So she suspected that was the cause of my abdominal pain.<br /><br />I finally got my room 3 hours later, all on my own, of which they called it 'executive room'. It was bigger than I thought. Comes with attached bathroom, telivision, a couch that is big enough for 2 persons lying on it the same time, an air-conditioner which is cold enough for me to decide to shut it down 20 minutes later, and 3 meals a day were provided (had to skip a dinner & breakfast however as a preparation for the possible operation the next day).<br /><br />Trust me, I was absolutely overwhelmed by the excitement when I first entered the room, as I never expected before that my first hospilization would happen in such a spacious and cosy room. <br /><br />For one second I even forgot that I was actually in a hospital :)<br /><br />However, the excitement was soon replaced by some loneliness and unbearableness of being ignored for the rest of the evening. <br /><br />I had no visitors because I didn't tell any of my friends or family that I was admitted as I thought it was not something serious that others should be bothered.Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04709560171800579424noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2263944115139498511.post-63105208757590016992010-06-02T14:04:00.000-07:002010-11-15T12:03:40.150-08:00Before it comes true...It took me more than 10 years before I realized that I've transformed from <em><strong>someone who could write reasonably well</strong></em> to <strong>someone who seemingly likes to write</strong>, then slowly to <em><strong>someone who can hardly write</strong></em>, and finally <em><strong>someone who used to write</strong></em>, even though its still one of my dreams to become a professional writer one day.<br />
<br />
This blogsite was created half a year ago, when I was setting my new year's resolutions for year 2010 in December last year. Without much surprise, <em><strong>'being able to write again'</strong></em> had easily become one of the things that I wanted to achieve by end of the year, and this blogsite was created at that moment when my enthusiasm for writing was still at its peak.<br />
<br />
However, what happened between now and then was, I had been through a <em><strong>MASSIVE</strong></em> struggle before the first post was able to be produced...<br />
<br />
Upon the creation of this blogsite, I spent a few days just to come up with this 'great theme' for the blogsite - <strong><em>Dare Dreaming</em></strong>, in an attempt to introduce some other crazy dreams I have besides becoming a writer, such as saving some money that is sufficient for me to quit my job and travel around the world for at least two years, without having to worry about family not being supported financially when I'm away; come back enlightened and able to figure out what exactly I want to achieve in my life; then finally make a living out of something I'm passionate about...or simply anything I do that takes me through the path to realization of my dreams.<br />
<br />
Once the theme was set, however, yet again I spent a few days just to decide which language to use. Well, there is a good reason for such hesitation actually. Though I was chinese educated until I completed my high school education in 1997, and even won a few writing competitions in Mandarin back then, I haven't been practising it frequently enough to keep some of the beautiful words and idioms I learned before. I even have difficulty to form a complete Mandarin sentence without mixing it with another dialect or language sometimes, let alone making sure its grammar mistake-free, which is quite a shame for someone who has received chinese education for ELEVEN years.<br />
<br />
Anyway, I'd then decided to use English instead, simply because I'm more exposed to it nowadays because of work, compared to other languages. All the emails are written in English for example, and its also widely spoken at my workplace due to the great variety of nationalities we have there.<br />
<br />
And then I finally got my hands on the actual writing. I tried to bring up those dreams in a way which I insisted must be <em><strong>different </strong></em>from how people normally do when they talk about dreams, hoping to impress the readers with my 'innovativeness' right from the beginning, as I always thought the opening of a potential <em><strong>blockbuster</strong></em> must be unique and magnificent.<br />
<br />
So there I was successfully gotten myself trapped by a mindset of trying to come out a <strong><em>MASTERPIECE</em></strong>, after more than a decade of <strong><em>NOT </em></strong>writing.<br />
<br />
As you could easily imagine, I spent perhaps <strong><em>95%</em></strong> of the time to just <strong><em>edit</em></strong> whatever I'd written so far, <strong><em>over and over again</em></strong>, compared to anything else while constructing my first post. <br />
<br />
The struggle continued until it came to a point where I'd finally run out of patience, then decided to stop writing again as a result of failing to create such an 'earth-shaking' masterpiece, and hence this site has been totally <strong><em>empty</em></strong> since then. <br />
<br />
Well, it might seem quite obvious now what had been the major cause that stopped me from writing again back then, now that I described it in a more readable manner, but the fact is I never really saw the problem myself until much later, after some long analytical conversations with friends who have always been concerned about my progression in 'being able to write again', and never failed to enlighten me more every time we met.<br />
<br />
I finally learned that in order to start writing again the first thing I should do is simply to <em><strong>abandon</strong></em> all the (perhaps way too) logical thoughts I had in mind all this while with a sheer intention to build a perfect blogsite - the theme, language, rhetoric, target audience, and so on - and <strong><em>just start writing something</em></strong>! <br />
<br />
Well, not necessarily it has to be something that talks about my dreams, or something that inspires others to achieve their dreams but simply <strong>ANYTHING</strong> under the sun that I feel like putting into words or even pictures, doesn't matter. As long as I'm doing it for my <em><strong>pleasure</strong></em> and keep it going, like any other habits that can be picked up in 21 days if you keep doing the same, I believe one day it will become something very natural for me to do again, and my dream too will be realized before long.<br />
<br />
So here I am, with my logical brain tightly shut this time, awaiting the exciting moment to come. <br />
<br />
Cheers!Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04709560171800579424noreply@blogger.com2