<?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-15745490</id><updated>2012-02-17T01:39:14.966+08:00</updated><category term='Life'/><category term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Aba9785 = wacko?</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;a href="http://aba9785.blogspot.com"&gt;
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My surname is Foo,&lt;br&gt;
But I am not a Fool,&lt;br&gt;
Don’t think I am a food,&lt;br&gt;
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14px;"&gt;3.高考成績出來了，老師長出一口氣對我說：其實沒考上，對你和大學都是一種幸福。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;4.拜託不要叫他動腦子好不好--左腦全是水，右腦全是麵粉，不動便罷了，一動全是漿糊。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;5.孔子不能解決的問題，老子幫你解決。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;6.沒有不透風的牆，沒有不能上吊的梁。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;7.我一失足成大瘸子，再回首又閃了腰。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;8.我不喜歡整理房間，他們都叫我亂室英雄。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;9.八戒，別以為你站在路燈下就是夜明豬了.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;10.希望似火，失望如煙，人生就是七處點火，八處冒煙……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;11.名人就是出名前別人不知道他是誰，出名後他不知道自己是誰的人。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;12.我的世界忽然開始下雪，天啊!請不要在我身旁梳頭髮了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;13.我喜歡交朋友，尤其是女朋友。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;14.愚者坐以待斃，智者坐以待幣。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;15.一個胖子居然自稱自己不是個粗人。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;16.真羨慕你這麼年輕就認識我了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;17.總有一天你的名字會出現在我家的戶口本上!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;18、將薪比薪的想一下，算了，不想活了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;19、活了二十多年，沒能為祖國、為人民做點什麼，每思及此，傷心欲絕。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;20、我和脂肪做鬥爭，差點沒犧牲21、生活嘛，就是生下來，活下去~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;22、再醜也要談戀愛，談到世界充滿愛。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;23、船撞橋頭自然沉~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;24、當你披上了婚紗 我也披上了袈裟~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;25、我跟耶穌祈求踏實穩定的生活，他想了想說，咱們還是先談談世界和平的事吧...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;26、愛我就大聲地說出來吧!恨我就一輩子藏在心裡吧!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;27、趁著年輕把能幹的壞事都幹了吧，沒幾年了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;28、我在春天種下一堆女朋友，現在秋天到了，嘖嘖，居然顆粒無收~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;29、你曾經對我說，會永遠愛著我，愛情這東西我明白，但永遠是什麼?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;30、七歲的小男孩是地球上最可怕的生物，他們有好奇心、行動力、破壞力以及《未成年人保護法》&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;31、人貴在言而有信——我說不還錢就不還錢!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;32、夏天就是不好，窮的時候連西北風都沒得喝，幸虧現在是秋天了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;33、我雖然相信海誓山盟，但是未必相信你啊~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;34、凡我放不下的，必是因為我擁有不了的~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;35、特別的人從來不說自己特別，比如說我。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;36、我人生只會兩件事 1 這也不會 2那也不會&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;37、成人不自在，自在不成人~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;38、我知道,天下無不散宴席,可是,至少,宴席上我要吃得爽!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;39、解釋就是掩飾，掩飾就是講故事~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;40、人和人不是客客氣氣就能相處的!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;41、每當困難的時候我就念藏經：「噢嘛呢哞嘛哄」， 翻譯成英文就是:All money go my home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;42、善良就是別人挨餓的時候，我吃肉不bia ji 嘴~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;43、我曾想成為一個問題少年，然而我卻循規蹈矩地活了這麼多年。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;44、你拉著一頭豬逛街，很幸福的樣子。我經過，滿懷同情地說：「看一個人的檔次，就看他跟誰在一起。」話未說完，就看見豬很鄙夷的棄你而去。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;45.月底如果還有話費用不掉，就請跟我念這個繞口令：一級難度：發廢話揮話費。二級難度：話費會揮發。三級難度：發揮廢話揮發話費!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;46、丘比特傳說：一箭穿心代表一見鍾情，兩箭穿心代表兩廂情願，三箭代表三生有幸。。。我向你萬箭齊發。。。小樣兒，你就等著變刺蝟吧!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;47.被人忽視?受人欺負?沒人愛你?不要緊!就算這世上沒人愛你、理你、重視你!我的大門依然為你敞開! 成都市精神病院，給你一個五星級的家!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;48.當魔鬼在你窗前拍打著玻璃，蛤蟆正鑽進你的被窩，毒蛇在你頭頂蕩漾，蚯蚓在你腳趾穿梭，蜈蚣已爬進你的鼻孔，別怕!我正騎著蝸牛趕來救你了!駕!駕!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;49.、閣下莫非就是當年華山論劍武功獨步天下罕有其匹號稱一朵梨花壓海棠的少林寺智障大師收養的小沙彌低能的愛犬旺財踩扁的蟑螂小強曾滾過的一個糞球?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;50.腦白金說今天開學不逃課要逃就逃專業課。匯仁寶說他逃我也逃。大寶說今天你逃了嗎?好迪說大家逃才是真的逃。高露潔說我們的目標是沒人上課!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;51能不罵人，就不罵!一旦罵，就往死裡罵。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;52騙我可以，但不要被我知道。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;53我可以容忍，一忍再忍，給你機會，但別超過我的底線。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;5４我可以裝傻，但別以為我真傻。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;5５不做第三者，即使再喜歡。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;56不喜歡就是不喜歡，說啥也沒用。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;57任何的真話，我都能接受。說的做的真心認真，我可以無條件相信。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;58對於過分裝B者，不留臉面。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;59不給喜歡的人添麻煩。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;60在喜歡的人面前，能不哭就不哭。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;61可以為喜歡的人做任何改變，但不試圖改變他。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;62用單純的心對待朋友和愛人。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;63對我真心的，我會雙倍回報。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;64我不是沒脾氣，只是不輕易對你發脾氣。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;65會曖昧，但不會太久。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;66寧缺毋濫，絕不因為寂寞而戀愛。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;67除了家人，不與任何人有經濟上的來往。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;68如果你拿我不當回事，我會以同樣的方式對你。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;69.QQ上多了，什麼企鵝沒見過。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;70.世界上最沒用的東西就是工資條，看了生氣，擦屁股太細。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;71.人才和天才只差一個「二」。故，人才很精，而天才總是有點二。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;72.如果你容不下我，說明不是你的心胸太狹小，就是我的人格太偉大。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;73.我都不好意思抓你了，你怎麼還好意思偷呢?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;74.每當衝鋒號響起，我就趕緊躲進壕溝裡，因為：我是臥底!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;75.我這心碎得，捧出來跟餃子餡似的。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;76.我從不以強凌弱～～～我欺負他之前真不知道他比我弱…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;77.別再用0.5的思維管理這個2.0的世界了!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;78.還是古代好混，割掉了就能當公務員。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;79.自從得了精神病，我的精神就好多了!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;80.人生最大杯具：美人遲暮，英雄謝頂。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;81.小隱隱於朦朧詩，大隱隱於肥皂劇&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;82.所謂美女，大都是化妝品的奴隸。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;83.旅行就是從自己呆膩的地方到別人呆膩的地方去。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Even if you work for a big company, you will always be on your own. Companies aren't people. They're things and they don't have feelings. If you are expecting the company to "take care of you" or "do the right thing", you'll be often disappointed. There are no strong bonds in a company. No one cares more about your career than you do. Remember that, and don't expect the company to take care of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)    Certain jobs fit certain people best . You do have special gifts that fit you for some, disqualify you for others. Take time to assess your skills, temperament and aptitude in depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)    Careers are short-term. Your present job can end anytime, even if you own the company! Therefore, think short term. Don't take your present career for granted. Someone once described a consultant as a person  who wakes up every morning unemployed. You should feel the same way. Wake up every morning feeling unemployed so that you'll appreciate&lt;br /&gt;your present job more and figure out what you're going to do next.&lt;br /&gt;Always have a "Plan B." (No kidding!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)      It's more important to be a "people person" than an " achievement-oriented person" who always win at the cost of others. People skills are more important than technical skills. Even in technical jobs, you have to deal with someone. The average performer who are easier to get along with last longer in his job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)     What you accomplish today will be your calling card tomorrow. Your accomplishments will determine your marketability. In marketing  yourself, it's the results that count. A soccer forward who scores in every game is easier to market than one who doesn't. So make sure you're contributing something substantial and measurable every day. And&lt;br /&gt;make sure you keep a written record of your results, in case you forget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)     Changing fields, industries, and functional specialties is difficult. The more difficult it is, the bigger the change will be.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, choose your career path carefully. As management expert Peter Drucker says, "The best way to predict the future is to plan it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)    If you're fired or laid off, don't sue your former employer. Ask yourself why you didn't see it coming; or if you did see it coming. Ask yourself why you didn't do something about it. Figure out your part  in causing the problem. Then set about creating a new, better life for  yourself. There is a better life in your future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)     Don't stay in a job you hate. Hating your job can kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)   Success is difficult. If success were easy, everyone would be successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) You are in full control of your own future. No one can deny you  a happy life if you decide to plan it and work for it. No one can stop you from becoming successful, but yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)   It's never too late for a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 ) Align yourself with winners. Hang around with winners. Success really does rub off from others.&lt;br /&gt;"If you keep doing what you have always been doing, you're going to get what you've always gotten"   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745490-6148783588979026042?l=aba9785.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aba9785.blogspot.com/feeds/6148783588979026042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745490&amp;postID=6148783588979026042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745490/posts/default/6148783588979026042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745490/posts/default/6148783588979026042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aba9785.blogspot.com/2007/07/good-manners.html' title='Good manners'/><author><name>Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07407796031116125770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/9/69185011_4c541f7c97_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745490.post-8629578762556524890</id><published>2007-07-16T09:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T09:32:20.925+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Slow Down Culture</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;something for us to ponder.......&lt;br /&gt;An interesting reflection : Slow Down Culture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 18 years since I joined Volvo, a Swedish company. Working for them has proven to be an interesting experience. Any project here takes  2  years to be finalized, even if the idea is simple and brilliant. It's a rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Globalized processes have caused us (all over the world) to have a general sense of searching for immediate results. Therefore, we have come to posses a need to see immediate results. This contrasts greatly with the slow movements of the Swedish. They, on the other hand, debate, debate, debate, hold x quantity of meetings and work with a slowdown scheme. At the end, this always yields better results. Said in other words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sweden is about the size of San Pablo, a state in Brazil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sweden has 2 million inhabitants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Stockholm, has 500,000 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Volvo, Escania, Ericsson, Electrolux, Nokia are some of its renowned companies. Volvo supplies parts to NASA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I was in Sweden, one of my colleagues picked me up at the hotel every morning. It was September, bitter cold and snowy. We would arrive early at the company and he would park far away from the entrance (2000 employees drive their cars to work). The first day, I didn't say anything, neither the second nor the third.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning I asked, "Do you have a fixed parking space? I've noticed we park far from the entrance even when there are no other cars in the lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which he replied, "Since we're here early we'll have time to walk, and whoever gets in late will be late and need a place closer to the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think?" Imagined the look on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, there's a movement in Europe called Slow Food. This movement establishes that people should eat and drink slowly, with enough time to taste their food, spend time with the family, friends, without rushing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow Food is against its counterpart: the spirit of Fast Food and what it stands for as a lifestyle. Slow Food is the basis for a bigger movement called Slow Europe, as mentioned by Business Week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the movement questions the sense of "hurry" and "craziness"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;generated by globalization, fueled by the desire of "having in quantity"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(life status) versus "having with quality", "life quality" or the "quality of being". French people, even though they work 35 hours per week, are more productive than the Americans or the British. The Germans have established 28.8 hour workweeks and have seen their productivity driven up by 20%. This slow attitude has brought forth the US 's attention, pupils of the fast and the "do it now!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This no-rush attitude doesn't represent doing less or having a lower productivity. It means working and doing things with greater quality, productivity, perfection, with attention to detail and less stress. It means reestablishing family values, friends, free and leisure time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking the "now", present and concrete, versus the "global", undefined and anonymous. It means taking humans' essential values, the simplicity of living. It stands for a less coercive work environment, more happy, lighter and more productive where humans enjoy doing what they know best how to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to stop and think on how companies need to develop serious quality with no-rush that will increase productivity and the quality of products and services, without losing the essence of spirit. Many of us live our lives running behind time, but we only reach it when we die of a heart attack or in a car accident rushing to be on time. Others are so anxious of living the future that they forget to live the present, which is the only time that truly exists. We all have equal time throughout the world. No one has more or less. The difference lies in how each one of us does with our time. We need to live each moment. As John Lennon once said, "Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations for reading till the end of this message. There are many whom will have stopped in the middle so as not to waste time in this globalized world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745490-1994434920510366738?l=aba9785.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aba9785.blogspot.com/feeds/1994434920510366738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745490&amp;postID=1994434920510366738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745490/posts/default/1994434920510366738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745490/posts/default/1994434920510366738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aba9785.blogspot.com/2007/05/ah-bengs-e-meow.html' title='AH Beng&apos;s e-meow'/><author><name>Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07407796031116125770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/9/69185011_4c541f7c97_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745490.post-9143254075017629101</id><published>2007-05-15T08:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T08:51:46.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Men's Thesaurus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For the ladies out there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Men's Thesaurus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"IT'S A GUY THING"&lt;br /&gt;Translated: "There is no rational thought pattern connected with it, and you have no chance at all of making it logical."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"CAN I HELP WITH DINNER?"&lt;br /&gt;Translated: "Why isn't it already on the table?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"UH HUH," "SURE, HONEY," OR "YES, DEAR"&lt;br /&gt;Translated: Absolutely nothing. It's a conditioned response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"IT WOULD TAKE TOO LONG TO EXPLAIN"&lt;br /&gt;Translated: "I have no idea how it works."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"TAKE A BREAK, HONEY. YOU'RE WORKING TOO HARD."&lt;br /&gt;Translated: "I can't hear the game over the vacuum cleaner."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THAT'S INTERESTING, DEAR."&lt;br /&gt;Translated: "Are you still talking?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOU KNOW HOW BAD MY MEMORY IS."&lt;br /&gt;Translated: "I remember the theme song to 'F Troop,' the address of the first girl I ever kissed, and the vehicle identification number of every car I've ever owned... but I forgot your birthday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OH, DON'T FUSS -- I JUST CUT MYSELF. IT'S NO BIG DEAL."&lt;br /&gt;Translated: "I have actually severed a limb but will bleed to death before I admit that I'm hurt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HEY, I'VE GOT MY REASONS FOR WHAT I'M DOING."&lt;br /&gt;Translated: "And I sure hope I think of some pretty soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I CAN'T FIND IT."&lt;br /&gt;Translated: "It didn't fall into my outstretched hands, so I'm completely clueless."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT DID I DO THIS TIME?"&lt;br /&gt;Translated: "What did you catch me at?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I HEARD YOU."&lt;br /&gt;Translated: "I haven't the foggiest clue what you just said and am hoping desperately that I can fake it well enough so that you don't spend the next three days yelling at me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOU KNOW I COULD NEVER LOVE ANYONE ELSE."&lt;br /&gt;Translated: "I am used to the way you yell at me and realize it could be worse."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOU LOOK TERRIFIC."&lt;br /&gt;Translated: "Oh, please don't try on one more outfit. I'm starving."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'M NOT LOST. I KNOW EXACTLY WHERE WE ARE."&lt;br /&gt;Translated: "No one will ever see us alive again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WE SHARE THE HOUSEWORK."&lt;br /&gt;Translated: "I make the messes; she cleans them up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745490-2579708620505904178?l=aba9785.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aba9785.blogspot.com/feeds/2579708620505904178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745490&amp;postID=2579708620505904178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745490/posts/default/2579708620505904178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745490/posts/default/2579708620505904178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aba9785.blogspot.com/2007/04/funny-notes-i.html' title='Funny Notes (i)'/><author><name>Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07407796031116125770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/9/69185011_4c541f7c97_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745490.post-8912157138045765858</id><published>2007-04-25T08:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T08:32:43.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Five Principles for Happiness in 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Five Principles for Happiness in 2007&lt;br /&gt;by David Bach&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, January 2, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The arrival of the new year marks a symbolic time for fresh starts. Many of us take it as an opportunity to set goals, contemplate decisions, and renew commitments. It's special because of the revitalized sense of hope it brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you make your New Year's resolutions for 2007, I'd like to share some thoughts about how it's never too late to start living a rich life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Live Rich Factor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people believe that if they just had more money, the things that make them unhappy would disappear and their lives would be better. The truth is that your life can be better without more money. It can be better today, but you need to make some decisions and take some actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't need me to tell you what will make you happy -- only you know that truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe each of us has the power to discover our purpose and become joyful in the process of journeying toward that purpose. It's not easy, however. Nothing important and meaningful ever is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you need to do is create what I call the "Live Rich Factor" in your life. I call it this because those who find the purpose that leads them to joy are truly the luckiest people in the world, because they're living richly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are five basic principles involved in creating your Live Rich Factor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Principle 1: Give Yourself a Break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all tell ourselves the story of the one that got away. You can't move forward if you spend time focusing on what you shoulda-woulda-coulda done in 2006 or before. It's over, and its time to move on. The fastest way I know to do this is to write all of your regrets down on paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a list of all your personal and financial if-onlys. For example, "If only I had saved more money. If only I hadn't quit that job. If only I hadn't taken the job I have." You get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading the list aloud to yourself, get rid of it. Let it all go by literally burning the list (safely). Now you're ready for a fresh start in 2007 -- a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Principle 2: Get Connected with Your Truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing to do is be honest with yourself. Asking yourself some key questions will lead you to some amazing discoveries, and possibly motivate you to do what it takes to create the life you envision for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest writing your (honest) answers to the following questions in a new journal for the new year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What makes you happy at work? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What makes you happy at home? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What makes you happy with your friends and family? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What makes you happy when you're by yourself? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What do you love to do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What would you do with your life today if you weren't afraid of failure? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's not working in your life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What are you currently doing that prevents you from experiencing joy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's working in your life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who's not working in your life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who in your life is subtracting value from and adding misery to it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can you fix any of these relationships, or should you let them go from your life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What relationships are working in your life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If we were getting together one year from today, what would have to happen for you to be able to tell me that you now have more joy in your life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's the single most important thing you've learned about yourself as a result of answering these questions? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You'll find that by putting your answers down on paper, they'll become clear more quickly and the actions you need to take more obvious and easier to initiate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Principle 3: Stop Judging Yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be nicer to yourself in 2007. Many people talk to themselves in a way they would never accept from a stranger, friend, or loved one. If this describes you, try stopping the negative conversations you have with yourself immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one week, simply commit to saying "stop it" when you think a negative thought about yourself. If you're in the habit of saying negative things to yourself, you'll find this is one of the most difficult exercises you'll ever do. Carry a notepad with you and make a mark each time you catch yourself thinking negatively. You'll find that as the days go by, your negative thinking can quickly be reduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Principle 4: Stop Judging Others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to be joyful when you're always judging others. In fact, it's close to impossible. Judging others creates a huge amount of stress in our lives. It affects our marriages and our relationships with our kids as well as the way we relate to friends, co-workers, and society in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not here to judge one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time you find yourself upset at someone or some situation, catch yourself and ask, "Are you judging?" Judging others is often an unconscious habit. But it's a habit that can be changed the moment you decide to stop doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Principle 5 : Pursue Fun with a Vengeance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's OK to pursue fun. It's what children do. My greatest joy these days is the simple pleasure of playing with my three-year-old son, Jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This holiday season with Jack taught me the simple power of pursuing fun -- again and again. What was fun for Jack this Christmas? It turns out it wasn't the Big Wheel that my wife, Michelle, and I stayed up so late building on Christmas Eve. And it wasn't the Star Wars Lego toy (although he was pretty excited about that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, what Jack found the most fun was a new game I made up to keep him entertained. The game was called Geronimo -- and it involved Jack jumping from the bed onto a stack of pillows yelling "Geronimo!" This silly little game ended up bringing us both hours of fun. The price of the game: nothing. The fun: priceless. And the laughs? Endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we stop pursing fun as we get older? Fun shouldn't be squeezed into a few weeks of vacation each year. And it shouldn't be squeezed into the last chapter of your life when you "get to" retire. Fun deserves to be a part of your life now -- in 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fun doesn't just happen. You have to make it a priority in your life or it'll go missing. Life's too short to not have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to a fun, happy, and healthy New Year. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;http://finance.yahoo.com/expert/article/millionaire/18930;_ylt=Av_8rC9rriuqQVJrkDiH7uxIt9IF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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If you have to be at a desk all day long, doing some simple things can improve your posture and health.&lt;br /&gt;Steps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. Sit properly in a good chair designed for desk work. Your back should be straight, and your head should be looking directly into your monitor. If you have to look down or up, you need to adjust the height of either the screen or your chair. If you keep leaning forward, first get your eyesight checked. If your eyesight is fine use a loose belt or string to tie yourself to the chair. After a while your posture will improve and you'll no longer need this restraint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   2. Maintain an ergonomic body posture while typing. Be sure your wrists are slightly lower than your elbows. This will help prevent Carpal Tunnel Syndrome. Keep your legs bent at the knees so that the knees are only slightly higher than your hips. Feet should be flat on the floor or on a step stool of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   3. Stand up every half hour. Walk around a few steps, stretch your legs, and give your eyes a break from focusing on your computer screen. This will also help prevent blood clots from developing in your legs. Blood clots are very common among middle age people, who generally use the computer a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   4. To stretch your neck, flex your head forward/backward, side to side and look right and left. Never roll your head around your neck. This could cause damage to the joints of the neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   5. Roll your wrists regularly (this will help prevent carpal tunnel syndrome if you spend a lot of time typing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   6. Recognize that people tend to hunch in front of the keyboard. To counter that, perform the following exercise: open your arms wide as if you are going to hug someone, rotate your wrists externally (thumbs going up and back) and pull your shoulders back. You will feel a stretch in the scapula area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   7. Contract your abdominal and gluteal muscles, hold them there for a few seconds, then release. Do this all day long while you are in your chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   8. Stretch your arms, legs, neck and torso while sitting. This will help prevent you from feeling stiff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   9. Take advantage of the downtime created by rebooting or large file downloads to get up and try something more ambitious such as doing a few push-ups, sit-ups, and/or jumping jacks. Beware of your snickering co-workers though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  10. Acquire a hand gripper. They are cheap, small and light. When you have to read something either on the screen or on paper, you probably won't be using your hands very often so squeeze your gripper. It is an excellent forearm workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  11. Acquire an elastic band (also cheap, small and light) and use it to do the actions mentioned in step 8 (i.e., when stretching your arms, do it by pulling apart the elastic band). You will not only stretch but it will also work the muscles slightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  12. Take a few deep breaths. If possible, get some fresh air in your lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  13. Invest in a large size stability ball or stability ball style desk chair, and sit on it with back straight and abs firm. The actual stability ball is more effective, however the chair is a more viable option for use in an office environment. Sit, bounce or do basic toning exercises while watching TV or talking on the phone as well. Use the actual ball form in moderation when typing, as this is probably not the most supportive seating to prevent carpal tunnel and tendonitis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  14. While sitting, lift up your legs on the balls of your feet and set them down. Repeat these until your legs are comfortably tired. Then repeat it again about 10 minutes later. Do this whole routine for about an hour or so. This will exercise your calves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips&lt;br /&gt;    * Don't neglect the health of your eyes! It is detrimental to your eyesight to focus at one thing for long periods of time (i.e. your monitor) so take breaks to look out the window and focus at something at a farther distance away to maintain good ocular health. Also consider purchasing an LCD screen which is easier on the eyes. Ophthalmologists recommend following the "20-20-20" rule--For every 20 minutes spent focusing on your computer screen, spend 20 seconds focusing on something else 20 feet away.&lt;br /&gt;    * As long as something is moving, you will be helping to keep yourself in better shape. Constant movement will burn calories and contribute to cardiovascular health. While exercising at your computer is helpful, it is not a substitute for going to the gym or conducting a regular exercise program.&lt;br /&gt;    * Don't sit still. Fidgeting is a good way to keep moving. Even something like tapping your foot. But don't make too much noise--however you fidget, the repetitive noises may bother other people.&lt;br /&gt;    * Always have water nearby to drink.&lt;br /&gt;    * If you're all alone, try shutting off the computer for a bit and exercise. If you're on a cell phone call, get up and do stretches, or leg lifts, anything to keep moving during down time away from the desk.&lt;br /&gt;    * Try exercises that combine opposing muscle groups (flexors and extensors, e.g., biceps and triceps) to get a good workout. Clasp your hands together with palms facing each other. Pull up with one hand while pushing down with the other.&lt;br /&gt;    * Play music while working to provoke body movement and relieve stress. A smaller instrument will be more convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warnings&lt;br /&gt;    * Your body needs more exercise than just what you do at the computer, but following these steps will contribute to a healthy, balanced lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;    * Do not sit at your computer for a long time. Take a break after every 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;    * Steps 8 and 9; if not done in moderation, may cause you to start sweating, which may not be a pleasant sight or odor in an office environment. Keep in mind you are doing these to prevent stiffness, so save the enthusiasm for the gym. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Say you love me!&lt;br /&gt;BOY : You love me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL : If we become engaged will you give me a ring??&lt;br /&gt;BOY : Sure, what's your phone number??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL : I think the poorest people are the happiest.&lt;br /&gt;BOY : Then marry me and we'll be the happiest couple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL : Darling, I want to dance like this forever.&lt;br /&gt;BOY : Don't you ever want to improve??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY : I love you and I could die for you!&lt;br /&gt;GIRL : How soon??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOY : I would go to the end of the world for you!&lt;br /&gt;GIRL : Yes, but would you stay there??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHARON : Have you ever had a hot passionate, burning kiss??&lt;br /&gt;TRACY : I did once. He'd forgotten to take the cigarette out of his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN : You remind me of the sea.&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN : Because I'm wild, romantic and exciting?&lt;br /&gt;MAN : NO, because you make me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIFE : You tell a man something, it goes in one ear and comes out of the other.&lt;br /&gt;HUSBAND : You tell a woman something: It goes in both ears and comes out of the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARY : John says I'm pretty. Andy says I'm ugly.What do u think,&lt;br /&gt;Peter?&lt;br /&gt;PETER : A bit of both. I think you're pretty ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Girlfriend : "...And are you sure you love me and no one else ?"&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend : "Dead Sure! I checked the whole list again yesterday".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Teacher : "Which is more important to us, the sun or the moon?"&lt;br /&gt;Pupil : "The moon".&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;Pupil : "The moon gives us light at night when we need it but the sun gives us light only in the day time when we don't need it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Teacher : "What do you call a person who keeps on talking when people are no longer interested?"&lt;br /&gt;Pupil : "A teacher".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Waiter : "Would you like your coffee black?"&lt;br /&gt;Customer : "What other colors do you have?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) My father is so old that when he was in school, history was called current affairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Teacher : "Sam, you talk a lot !"&lt;br /&gt;Sam : "It's a family tradition".&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : "What do you mean?"&lt;br /&gt;Sam : "Sir, my grandpa was a street hawker, my father is a teacher".&lt;br /&gt;Teacher : "What about your mother?"&lt;br /&gt;Sam : "She's a woman".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Tom : "How should I convey the news to my father that I've failed?"&lt;br /&gt;David: "You just send a telegram: Result declared, past year's performance repeated".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Teacher : "Now, children, if I saw a man beating a donkey and stopped him, what virtue would I be showing?"&lt;br /&gt;Student : "Brotherly love".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Teacher : "Now, Sam, tell me frankly do you say prayers before eating?"&lt;br /&gt;Sam : "No sir, I don't have to, my mom is a good cook".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Patient : "What are the chances of my recovering doctor?"&lt;br /&gt;Doctor : "One hundred percent. 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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15745490-6834780787089576651?l=aba9785.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aba9785.blogspot.com/feeds/6834780787089576651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15745490&amp;postID=6834780787089576651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745490/posts/default/6834780787089576651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15745490/posts/default/6834780787089576651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aba9785.blogspot.com/2007/01/stupid-questions-with-smart-answers.html' title='STUPID QUESTIONS WITH THE SMART ANSWERS'/><author><name>Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07407796031116125770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/9/69185011_4c541f7c97_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15745490.post-7962026676484625781</id><published>2007-01-15T08:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T08:32:32.345+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>A different kind of dictionary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FOR MEN OUT THERE........REMEMBER THESE WOMEN STUFF FOR YOU OWN SAFETY.......DONT MESS WITH THE LADIES.......LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dictionary for Decoding Women's Personal Ads:&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;40-ish ........................ 49.&lt;br /&gt;Adventurous ............ Slept with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Athletic ...................... No breasts&lt;br /&gt;Average looking ......... Moooo.&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful .................... Pathological liar.&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally Secure ... On medication.&lt;br /&gt;Feminist ............ .... Fat&lt;br /&gt;Free spirit .................. Junkie&lt;br /&gt;Friendship first ........ Former slut.&lt;br /&gt;New-Age ................... Body hair in the wrong places.&lt;br /&gt;Old-Fashioned ........... No BJs.&lt;br /&gt;Open-minded ............ Desperate&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing .................. Loud and Embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;Professional ........... Bitch&lt;br /&gt;Voluptuous ................ Very Fat&lt;br /&gt;Hugh frame ............ Hugely Fat&lt;br /&gt;Wants soul mate ....... Stalker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMEN'S ENGLISH:&lt;br /&gt;1. Yes = No&lt;br /&gt;2. No = Yes&lt;br /&gt;3. Maybe = No&lt;br /&gt;4. We need = I want&lt;br /&gt;5. I am sorry - You'll be sorry&lt;br /&gt;6. We need to talk = you're in trouble&lt;br /&gt;7. Sure, go ahead = you better not&lt;br /&gt;8. Do what you want = you will pay for this later&lt;br /&gt;9. I am not upset = Of course, I am upset, you moron!&lt;br /&gt;10. You're certainly attentive tonight = is sex all you ever think about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEN'S ENGLISH:&lt;br /&gt;1. I am hungry = I am hungry&lt;br /&gt;2. I am sleepy = I am sleepy&lt;br /&gt;3. I am tired = I am tired&lt;br /&gt;4. Nice dress = Nice cleavage!&lt;br /&gt;5. I love you = Let's have sex now&lt;br /&gt;6. I am bored = Do you want to have sex?&lt;br /&gt;7. May I have this dance? = I'd like to have sex with you.&lt;br /&gt;8. Can I call you sometime? = I'd like to have sex with you.&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you want to go to a movie? = I'd like to have sex with you.&lt;br /&gt;10. Can I take you out to dinner? = I'd like to have sex with you.&lt;br /&gt;11. I don't think those shoes go with that outfit - I'm gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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They were looking for people to submit quotes from their real-life Dilbert-type managers. Here are some of the submissions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. As of tomorrow, employees will only be able to access the building using individual security cards. Pictures will be taken next Wednesday, and employees will receive their cards in two weeks. (This was the winning entry, from Fred Dales at Microsoft Corporation in Redmond, WA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What I need is a list of specific unknown problems we will encounter. (Lykes Lines Shipping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How long is this Beta guy going to keep testing our stuff? (Programming intern, Microsoft IIS development team)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. E-mail is not to be used to pass on information or data. It should be used only for company business. (Accounting Mgr., Electric Boat Company)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. This project is so important, we can't let things that are more important interfere with it. (Advertising/Mktg. Mgr., UPS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Doing it right is no excuse for not meeting the schedule. (R&amp;D Supervisor, Minnesota Mining &amp;amp; Manufacturing/3M Corp.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My boss spent the entire weekend retyping a 25-page proposal that only needed corrections. She claims the disk I gave her was damaged and she couldn't edit it. The disk I gave her was write-protected. (CIO of Dell Computers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Quote from the boss: "Teamwork is a lot of people doing what 'I' say." (Mktg. executive, Citrix Corporation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My sister passed away and her funeral was scheduled for Monday. When I told my boss, he said she died so that I would have to miss work on the busiest day of the year. He then asked if we could change her burial to Friday. He said, "That would be better for me." (Shipping Executive, FTD Florists)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. We know that communication is a problem, but the company is not going to discuss it with the employees. (AT&amp;T Long Lines Division)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. We recently received a memo from senior management saying, "This is to inform you that a memo will be issued today regarding the subject mentioned above." (Microsoft, Legal Affairs Division)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. One day my boss asked me to submit a status report to him concerning a project I was working on. I asked him if tomorrow would be soon enough. He said, "If I wanted it tomorrow, I would have waited until tomorrow to ask for it!" (New Business Mgr., Hallmark Cards)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. As director of communications, I was asked to prepare a memo reviewing our company's training programs and materials. In the body of the memo one of the sentences mentioned the "pedagogical approach" used by one of the training manuals. The day after I routed the memo to the executive committee, I was called into the HR Director's office, and was told that the executive VP wanted me out of the building by lunch. When I asked why, I was told that she wouldn't stand for "perverts" (pedophiles?) working in her company. Finally he showed me her copy of the memo, with her demand that I be fired, with the word pedagogical" circled in red. The HR Manager was fairly reasonable, and once he looked the word up in his dictionary and made a copy of the definition to send to my boss, he told me not to worry. He would take care of it. Two days later a memo to the entire staff came out, directing us that no words which could not be found in the local Sunday newspaper could be used in company memos. A month later, I resigned. In accordance with company policy, I created my resignation letter by pasting words together from the Sunday paper. (Taco Bell Corporation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. This gem is the closing paragraph of a nationally-circulated memo from a large communications company: "Lucent Technologies is determined to promote constant attention on current procedures of transacting business focusing emphasis on innovative ways to better, if not supercede, the expectations of quality!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. No one will believe you solved this problem in one day! We've been working on it for months. Now, go act busy for a few weeks and I'll let you know when it's time to tell them. (R&amp;amp;D Supervisor, Minnesota Mining &amp;amp; Manufacturing /3M Corp.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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This guide is offered as a public service to help programmers who find themselves in such dilemmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: You shoot yourself in the foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C++: You accidentally create a dozen instances of yourself and shoot them all in the foot. Providing emergency medical assistance is impossible since you can't tell which are bitwise copies and which are just pointing at others and saying, "That's me, over there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FORTRAN: You shoot yourself in each toe, iteratively, until you run out of toes, than you read in the next foot and repeat. If you run out of bullets, you continue anyway because you have no exception-handling ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modula2: After realizing that you can't actually accomplish anything in this language, you shoot yourself in the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COBOL: Using a COLT 45 HANDGUN, AIM gun at LEG.FOOT, THEN place ARM.HAND.FINGER. on HANDGUN.TRIGGER and SQUEEZE. THEN return HANDGUN to HOLSTER. CHECK whether shoelace needs to be retied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LISP: You shoot yourself in the appendage which holds the gun with&lt;br /&gt;which you shoot yourself in the appendage which holds the gun with&lt;br /&gt;which you shoot yourself in the appendage which holds the gun with&lt;br /&gt;which you shoot yourself in the appendage which holds the gun with&lt;br /&gt;which you shoot yourself in the appendage which holds ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BASIC: Shoot yourself in the foot with a water pistol. On big systems, continue until entire lower body is waterlogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FORTH: Foot in yourself shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APL: You shoot yourself in the foot, then spend all day figuring out how to do it fewer characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pascal: The compiler won't let you shoot yourself in the foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNOBOL: If you succeed, shoot yourself in the left foot. If you fail, shoot yourself in the right foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concurrent Euclid: You shoot yourself in somebody else's foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HyperTalk: Put the first bullet of the gun into foot left of leg of you. Answer the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motif: You spend days writing a UIL description of your foot, the trajectory, the bullet, and the intricate scrollwork on the ivory handles of the gun. When you finally get around to pulling the trigger, the gun jams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unix: % ls foot.c foot.h foot.o toe.c toe.o % rm *.o rm:.o: No such file or directory % ls %&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paradox: Not only can you shoot yourself in the foot, your users can too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revelation: You'll be able to shoot yourself in the foot just as soon as you figure out what all these bullets are for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visual Basic: You'll shoot yourself in the foot, but you'll have so much fun doing it that you won't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prolog: You tell your program you want to be shot in the foot. The program figures out how to do it, but the syntax doesn't allow it to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;370 JCL: You send your foot down to MIS with a 4000-page document explaining how you want it to be shot. 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She said, "How do I know if I married the right person?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that there was a large man sitting next to her so I said, "It depends. Is that your husband?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all seriousness, she answered "How do you know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me answer this question because the chances are good that it's weighing on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the answer.&lt;br /&gt;EVERY relationship has a cycle. In the beginning, you fell in love with your spouse. You anticipated their call, wanted their touch, and liked their idiosyncrasies.&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love with your spouse wasn't hard. In fact, it was a completely natural and spontaneous experience. You didn't have to DO anything. That's why it's called "falling" in love...&lt;br /&gt;Because it's happening TO YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in love sometimes say, "I was swept of my feet." Think about the imagery of that _expression. It implies that you were just standing there; doing nothing, and then something came along and happened TO YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling is love is easy. It's a passive and spontaneous experience.&lt;br /&gt;But after a few years of marriage, the euphoria of love fades. It's the natural cycle of EVERY relationship. Slowly but surely, phone calls become a bother (if they come at all), touch is not always welcome (when it happens), and your spouse's idiosyncrasies, instead of being cute, drive you nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The symptoms of this stage vary with every relationship, but if you think about your marriage, you will notice a dramatic difference between the initial stage when you were in love and a much duller or even angry subsequent stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, you and/or your spouse might start asking, "Did I marry the right person?" And as you and your spouse reflect on the euphoria of the love you once had, you may begin to desire that experience with someone else. This is when marriages breakdown. People blame their spouse for their unhappiness and look outside their marriage for fulfillment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extramarital fulfillment comes in all shapes and sizes. Infidelity is the most obvious. But sometimes people turn to work, a hobby, a friendship, excessive TV, or abusive substances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the answer to this dilemma does NOT lie outside your marriage.&lt;br /&gt;It lies within it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that you couldn't fall in love with someone else. You could.&lt;br /&gt;And TEMPORARILY you'd feel better. But you'd be in the same situation a few years later. Because (listen carefully to this):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE KEY TO SUCCEEDING IN MARRIAGE IS NOT FINDING THE RIGHT PERSON; IT'S LEARNING TO LOVE THE PERSON YOU FOUND.&lt;br /&gt;SUSTAINING love is not a passive or spontaneous experience. It'll NEVER just happen to you. You can't "find" LASTING love. You have to "make" it day in and day out. That's why we have the _expression "the labor of love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it takes time, effort, and energy. And most importantly, it takes WISDOM. You have to know WHAT TO DO to make your marriage work.&lt;br /&gt;Make no mistake about it. Love is NOT a mystery. There are specific things you can do (with or without your spouse) to succeed with your marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as there are physical laws of the universe (such as gravity), there are also laws for relationships. Just as the right diet and exercise program makes you physically stronger, certain habits in your relationship WILL make your marriage stronger. It's a direct cause and effect. If you know and apply the laws, the results are predictable...you can "make" love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love in marriage is indeed a "decision"... Not just a "feeling". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Mr. Fernandes, 42 years old, graduated from the University of London in 1987 with a finance degree and in 1992 moved back to Malaysia, where he became managing director of Warner Music Malaysia,&lt;br /&gt;and later, vice-president of Warner's Southeast Asian operations. He quit in 2001 to start AirAsia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Malaysia 's most outspoken business executives, Mr. Fernandes not only has strong ideas on the way airlines should be run, but also how Southeast Asia 's top-down corporate culture should change. He spoke to reporter Cris Prystay about his style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WSJ: What was your first job and what did you learn from it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Fernandes: My first job was a waiter in London at the Cavendish Hotel. I was 17. I learned that working was hard and you had to be professional, even as a waiter. You had other colleagues. If my performance was poor, it let down the whole team. My first [career] job was as an accountant at an auditor in London. It was mind-blowingly boring. I was a junior auditor and was photocopying and adding up rows of columns. The big lesson there: make sure you go into a job that you enjoy. Otherwise, you don't give any value to your employer, and you certainly don't add any value to your own mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WSJ: Who gave you the best business advice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Fernandes: It was probably Stephen Shrimpton (the former chief executive officer of Warner Music International) at Warner. I was a man in a rush. I was 28 when I became the managing director of Warner Music Malaysia, and I wanted to be the regional MD. I wanted to take over the world. One night, Steve talked to me outside the Sheraton Hotel in Hong&lt;br /&gt;Kong for three hours. He told me there's no need to rush and that it's about developing my own personality and making sure I'm ready for the next job. I see that now: No matter how bright someone is at 25, there's nothing like experience. He slowed me down, and made me understand that you need to take time -- to understand the business better, to understand your&lt;br /&gt;people better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WSJ: What's the one thing you wish every new hire knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Fernandes: Humility -- and knowing what the real world is like. The new generation is coming in pretty soft. A lot of these young guys haven't lived through a recession. There are plenty of jobs out there and they think, "I can always walk into another job." The hunger and determination to do their best is sometimes not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WSJ: Is there a difference between the management culture in Asia and the West?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Fernandes: The management culture here is very top-down. There's less creativity and fewer people who are willing to speak out. They're more implementers than doers. There's less freedom of speech, and that impacts the business world. Even when they know things are not right, they won't speak out. They just do what they're told to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WSJ: What's the biggest management challenge you face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Fernandes: To get people to think. At AirAsia, we want 4,000 brains working for us. My biggest challenge is to get people to talk, to express themselves, to get people to challenge me and say "Tony, you're talking rubbish." That's what I want, not people who say "Yes, sir." The senior management doesn't have all the answers. I want the guy on the ramp to have the confidence to tell me what's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WSJ: What are you doing to clear that hurdle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Fernandes: We have no offices. We dress down. You wear a suit, and you put distance between you and your staff. We're on a first-name basis. I go around the office, around the check-in desks, the planes constantly, talking to people. Fifty percent of my job is managing people in the company. You get people to open up to you by just asking them to do it, and then responding to them. You don't send a memo, or do some "speak up" incentive program. It's got to be from the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WSJ: What was the most satisfying decision you've made as a manager?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Fernandes: Once a month, I carry bags with the ramp boys, or I'm cabin crew, or at the check-in. I do this to get close to the operation. I also want to know my people. When I first started this, I met all these bright kids at the check-in or carrying bags. We were starting this cadet pilot program, and I said, "Let's open it up to anyone. Let some of these kids apply." They have the brains, but they just didn't have the money to get the education. Out of the first batch of 19 cadets, 11 came from within the company. Some of these boys got the highest marks ever in the flying academy. There was one kid who joined us to carry bags, and 18 months later he was a First Officer of a 737. Can you imagine what that does for the motivation in the company? Everyone talks about developing human capital, but we did it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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They know that unless you maintain the garden of love, its beauty will wither and die. In a recent column, you discovered the 10 relationship mistakes to avoid. Now discover the 10 things that happy couples do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to bed at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the beginning of your relationship, when you couldn't wait to go to bed with each other to make love? Happy couples resist the temptation to go to bed at different times. They go to bed at the same time, even if one partner wakes up later to do things while their partner sleeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cultivate common interests.&lt;br /&gt;After the passion settles down, it's common to realize that you have few interests in common. But don't minimize the importance of activities you can do together that you both enjoy. If common interests are not present, happy couples develop them. At the same time, be sure to cultivate interests of your own; this will make you more interesting to your mate and prevent you from appearing too dependent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Walk hand in hand or side by side.&lt;br /&gt;Rather than one partner lagging or dragging behind the other, happy couples walk comfortably hand in hand or side by side. They know it's more important to be with their partner than to see the sights along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Make trust and forgiveness your default mode.&lt;br /&gt;If and when they have a disagreement or argument, and if they can't resolve it, happy couples default to trusting and forgiving rather than distrusting and begrudging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Focus more on what your partner does right than what he or she does wrong.&lt;br /&gt;If you look for things your partner does wrong, you can always find something. If you look for what he or she does right, you can always find something, too. It all depends on what you want to look for. Happy couples accentuate the positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Hug each other as soon as you see each other after work.&lt;br /&gt;Our skin has a memory of "good touch" (loved), "bad touch" (abused) and "no touch" (neglected). Couples who say hello with a hug keep their skin bathed in the "good touch," which can inoculate your spirit against anonymity in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Say "I love you" and "Have a good day" every morning.&lt;br /&gt;This is a great way to buy some patience and tolerance as each partner sets out each day to battle traffic jams, long lines and other annoyances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Say "Good night" every night, regardless of how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;This tells your partner that, regardless of how upset you are with him or her, you still want to be in the relationship. It says that what you and your partner have is bigger than any single upsetting incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do a "weather" check during the day.&lt;br /&gt;Call your partner at home or at work to see how his or her day is going. This is a great way to adjust expectations so that you're more in sync when you connect after work. For instance, if your partner is having an awful day, it might be unreasonable to expect him or her to be enthusiastic about something good that happened to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Be proud to be seen with your partner.&lt;br /&gt;Happy couples are pleased to be seen together and are often in some kind of affectionate contact -- hand on hand or hand on shoulder or knee or back of neck. They are not showing off but rather just saying that they belong with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if these actions don't come naturally, happy couples stick with them until they do become a part of their relationship. 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Skin care product companies are trying to sell you their product. Your friends probably have as much medical knowledge as you do. Unfortunately, there are more than 10 skin myths that confuse people, but these are the most popular myths I've seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Tanning is harmless&lt;br /&gt;Exposure to ultraviolet light, UVA or UVB, accounts for 90% of the symptoms of premature skin aging. Both UVA and UVB radiation can cause skin damage including wrinkles, lowered immunity against infection, aging skin disorders, and cancer. The amount of damage to the skin caused by the sun is determined by the total lifetime amount of radiation exposure and the person's pigment protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Acne is caused by what you eat&lt;br /&gt;Acne is caused by over production of sebum (oil) and obstruction of the pores. The amount of sebum produced by the skin is regulated by hormones only, not food. This includes chocolate, greasy food, soda, and fast foods. These foods do not have any effect on the hormones that regulate sebum production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Dermatologists can diagnose any skin condition&lt;br /&gt;Medicine is an art, not an exact science. Dermatologists spend at least 3 years learning about various skin disorders. Unfortunately, some people have rashes that fit several different disease profiles. Dermatologists are trained to diagnose a rash by giving a prioritized list of possibilities. Sometimes the response to treatment helps determine the diagnosis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Topical antioxidants reverse wrinkles&lt;br /&gt;Free radicals play an important role in creating wrinkles. Therefore, it makes sense that antioxidants will make skin more youthful. Unfortunately, there are no good scientific studies that show what type of topical antioxidant is effective. This research is being conducted now, but it is still too early. Right now the only topical product that has been proven to improve wrinkles is Retin-A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) "All-natural" skin care products are best&lt;br /&gt;What exactly does "all-natural" mean? Unfortunately, this term can mean just about anything, and cosmetics companies use it any way they want. All cosmetics and skin care products have synthetic ingredients in them. Because a skin care product is made from a plant does not mean that it is better for the skin than a product created in a lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I can't get herpes from someone who doesn't have a rash&lt;br /&gt;Understanding how the herpes simplex virus works is crucial to understanding how it causes lifelong infection. Viral shedding can occur before a rash develops, making it possible to be infected after contact with normal appearing skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Dry skin causes wrinkles&lt;br /&gt;Wrinkles are caused by many factors as the skin ages. The microscopic changes are distinct and unmistakable. Even though wrinkled skin looks better when it is moisturized, there is no evidence that moisturizer has any effect on the microscopic skin damage. In other words, moisturizers do not have any long-term effect on wrinkles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Expensive skin care products are better than inexpensive ones&lt;br /&gt;The cost of a skin care product or cosmetic is absolutely NOT an indicator of effectiveness. The cosmetics industry would like people to believe that an expensive product has some special ingredient in it that make it more effective. However, there are many products in every category that are effective and don't come with a high price tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Skin conditions can be cleared up quickly&lt;br /&gt;Some skin conditions such as bacterial infections start improving as soon as you use the right medications. However, many skin conditions such as atopic dermatitis, psoriasis, and seborrhea are chronic, meaning they get better slowly with treatment and reoccur when the treatment stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Men don't have as many skin problems as women&lt;br /&gt;Men wrinkle as much as women and they get skin conditions such as acne, seborrhea, atopic dermatitis, and psoriasis just like women. Men also have additional concerns surrounding facial hair. While men don't spend as much money as women on wrinkle creams and other skin care products, they also don't use sunscreen and protect their skin enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Surface usually covered with a painted film.&lt;br /&gt;2. Boils at nothing, freezes without reason.&lt;br /&gt;3. Melts if given special treatment.&lt;br /&gt;4. Bitter if incorrectly used.&lt;br /&gt;5. Found in various states ranging from virgin metal to commonore.&lt;br /&gt;6. Yields to pressure applied to correct points.&lt;br /&gt;CHEMICAL PROPERTIES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Has a great affinity for gold, silver, platinum, and precious stones.&lt;br /&gt;2. Absorbs great quantities of expensive substances.&lt;br /&gt;3. May explode spontaneously without prior warning, and for no known reason.&lt;br /&gt;4. Insoluble in liquids, but activity greatly increased by saturation in alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;5. Most powerful money-reducing agent known to man.&lt;br /&gt;COMMON USES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Highly ornamental, especially in sports cars.&lt;br /&gt;2. Can be a great aid to relaxation.&lt;br /&gt;3. Very effective cleaning agent.&lt;br /&gt;TESTS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Pure specimen turns rosy pink when discovered in natural state.&lt;br /&gt;2. Turns green when placed beside a better specimen.&lt;br /&gt;HAZARDS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Highly dangerous except in experienced hands.&lt;br /&gt;2. Illegal to possess more than one, although several can be maintained at different locations as long as specimens do not come into direct contact with each other.&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAZARDOUS MATERIALS INFORMATION SHEET  - MATERIALS SAFETY DATA SHEET&lt;br /&gt;MEN: A CHEMICAL ANALYSIS&lt;br /&gt;ELEMENT:   MAN&lt;br /&gt;SYMBOL:     Ego&lt;br /&gt;DISCOVERER:   Eve.&lt;br /&gt;Discovered by accident one day when she had a craving for ribs.&lt;br /&gt;ATOMIC MASS:   Accepted as 170 lbs, known to vary from 98 to360lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCCURRENCE:&lt;br /&gt;Large quantities in all populated areas.&lt;br /&gt;Highly concentrated deposits at all sporting events and areas known as "singles bars".  Extremely low quantities can be found in any location where cleaning up is&lt;br /&gt;required.   (See Women and Slave Labor)&lt;br /&gt;PHYSICAL PROPERTIES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Surface often covered with hair--bristly in some areas, soft in others.&lt;br /&gt;2. Boils when inconvenienced, freezes when faced with Logic and Common Sense.&lt;br /&gt;3. Melts if treated like a God.&lt;br /&gt;4. Can cause headaches and severe body aches; handle with extreme caution.&lt;br /&gt;5. Specimens can be found in various states ranging from deeply sensitive to extremely thick.&lt;br /&gt;6. Becomes stubborn and unyielding when pressure is applied; yields only when subtlety, subterfuge, flattery are applied.&lt;br /&gt;CHEMICAL PROPERTIES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Is repelled by concentrated quantities of precious andsemi-preciousmetals and stones (See Jewelry Store).&lt;br /&gt;However, is attracted to small quantities of these when viewed worn against the skin of a woman.  It  is believed woman's skin combines with the afore mentioned to create a highly magnetic attraction for this element.&lt;br /&gt;2. May explode spontaneously if wallet is opened.&lt;br /&gt;3. Requires copious quantities of substances known as attention, reassurance, and stroking.&lt;br /&gt;4. When saturated with Alcohol will be fairly inert and will repel most other elements.&lt;br /&gt;5. Is repelled by most household appliances and common household cleansers.&lt;br /&gt;6. Is repelled by small children clothed in diapers, particularly those of the malodorous variety.&lt;br /&gt;7. Is rendered non-functional when confronted with the items in #5 &amp;amp;#6 8. Is neutral to common courtesy and fairness.&lt;br /&gt;9. Is impervious to embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;10. Most powerful embittering and aggravating agent known to woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the scene of ten years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid; I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affections between us seemed to ebb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a civil servant.  Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school. Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dew came into my life. It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the apartment I bought for her. Dew said, you are the kind of man who best draws girls' eyeballs. Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife.&lt;br /&gt;When we just married, my wife said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls. Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't help doing so. I moved Dew's hands aside and said, you go to select some furniture, O.K.? I've got something to do in the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised her to go and see with her.  At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me. However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. Honestly, she was a good wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dews body. This was the means of my entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I said to her in a slight joking way, suppose we divorce, what will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious. When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking with her. She seemed to have got some hint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes. Once again, Dew said to me, He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together. I nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I could not hesitate any more. When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I've got something to tell you, I said. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want to divorce. I raised a serious topic calmly. She didn't seem to be much annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?  I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I avoided her question. This so-called answer turned her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see.&lt;br /&gt;To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had stressed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A late night, I came back home after entertaining my clients.  I saw her writing something at the table.  I fell asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to give her one month s time before divorce, and in the month's time we must live as normal life as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn't want him to see our marriage was broken. She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, He Ning, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You carried me in your arms, she continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage with a romantic form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried her out for the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, Let us start from today, don't tell our son. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went to wait for bus, I drove to office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day, she whispered to me, the outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became vaguer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger. I didn't tell Dew about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, it seems not difficult to carry you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried and tried a few but could not find a suitable one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown fatter. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head. Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it s time to carry mum out. He said.&lt;br /&gt;To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;But her much lighter weight made me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held her tightly and said, both you and I didn't notice that our life was lacking of such intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won t divorce. I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no fever. She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I can only say sorry to you, I won t divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of life, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked downstairs and drove to the office. When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my life which was her favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The salesgirl asked me to write the greeting words on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until we are old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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It will change your life. What is the 90/10 Principle? 10% of life is made up of what happens to you. 90% of life is decided by how you react. What does this mean? We really have no control over 10% of what happens to us. We cannot stop the car from breaking down. The plane will be late arriving, which throws our whole schedule off. A driver may cut us off in traffic. We have no control over this 10%. The other 90% is different. You determine the other 90%.&lt;br /&gt;How? By your reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot control a red light, but you can control your reaction. Don't let people fool you; YOU can control how you react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's use an example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are eating breakfast with your family. Your daughter knocks over a cup of coffee onto your business shirt. You have no control over what just happened. What happens next will be determined by how you react. You curse. You harshly scold your daughter for knocking the cup over.&lt;br /&gt;She breaks down in tears. After scolding her, you turn to your spouse and criticize her for placing the cup too close to the edge of the table. A short verbal battle follows. You storm upstairs and change your shirt. Back downstairs, you find your daughter has been too busy crying to finish breakfast and get ready for school. She misses the bus. Your spouse must leave immediately for work. You rush to the car and drive your daughter to school. Because you are late, you drive 40 miles an hour in a 30 mph speed limit. After a 15-minute delay and throwing $60 traffic fine away, you arrive at school. Your daughter runs into the building without saying goodbye. After arriving at the office 20 minutes late, you find you forgot your briefcase. Your day has started terribly. As it continues, it seems to get worse and worse. You look forward to coming home, When you arrive home, you find a small wedge in your relationship with your spouse and daughter. Why? Because of how you reacted in the morning. Why did you have a bad day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) Did the coffee cause it?&lt;br /&gt;B) Did your daughter cause it?&lt;br /&gt;C) Did the policeman cause it?&lt;br /&gt;D) Did you cause it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is D. You had no control over what happened with the coffee.&lt;br /&gt;How you reacted in those 5 seconds is what caused your bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what could have and should have happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee splashes over you. Your daughter is about to cry. You gently say, "It's ok honey, you just need, to be more careful next time." Grabbing a towel you rush upstairs. After grabbing a new shirt and your briefcase, you come back down in time to look through the window and see your child getting on the bus. She turns and waves. You arrive 5 minutes early and cheerfully greet the staff. Your boss comments on how good the day you are having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the difference? Two different scenarios. Both started the same.&lt;br /&gt;Both ended different. Why? Because of how you REACTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really do not have any control over 10% of what happens. The other 90% was determined by your reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some ways to apply the 90/10 principle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone says something negative about you, don't be a sponge. Let the attack roll off like water on glass. You don't have to let the negative comment affect you! React properly and it will not ruin your day. A wrong reaction could result in losing a friend, being fired, getting stressed out etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you react if someone cuts you off in traffic? Do you lose your temper? Pound on the steering wheel? A friend of mine had the steering wheel fall off! Do you curse? Does your blood pressure skyrocket? Do you try and bump them? WHO CARES if you arrive ten seconds later at work?&lt;br /&gt;Why let the cars ruin your drive? Remember the 90/10 principle, and do not worry about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are told you lost your job. Why lose sleep and get irritated? It will work out. Use your worrying energy and time into finding another job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plane is late; it is going to mangle your schedule for the day. Why take out your frustration on the flight attendant?&lt;br /&gt;She has no control over what is going on. Use your time to study, get to know the other passenger. Why get stressed out?&lt;br /&gt;It will just make things worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know the 90-10 principle. Apply it and you will be amazed at the results. You will lose nothing if you try it.&lt;br /&gt;The 90-10 principle is incredible. Very few know and apply this principle.&lt;br /&gt;The result? Millions of people are suffering from undeserved stress, trials, problems and heartache. There never seem to be a success in life. Bad days follow bad days. Terrible things seem to be constantly happening. There is constant stress, lack of joy, and broken relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worry consumes time. Anger breaks friendships and life seems dreary and is not enjoyed to the fullest. Friends are lost.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a bore and often seems cruel. Does this describe you? If so, do not be discouraged. You can be different! Understand and apply the 90/10 principle. It will change your life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Create a budget. Calculate your income and your expenditures. Figure in your bills such as car and house payments, utilities, and other bills that you can't be late on. Find out how much money is going to waste for leisure activities and going out to eat. Then figure out how much money you can set aside each month to whittle down your debt. There is a lot of free budgeting software out there, just look.&lt;br /&gt;   2. Be aware of what's in your credit report. Surf the webs for the latest free offers, but read the fine print. Some "free" offers automatically enroll you in a monthly or annual program that costs money. Or, visit this site to get a free copy of your credit report from Equifax, Experian, and/or Trans Union.&lt;br /&gt;   3. Contact your creditors. Not after months of harassing calls, but as soon as you realize you won't be able to make the requested payments. Most creditors are not as cut-throat as you think, and they will work with you to schedule smaller payments that fit your budget. Look at it from their point of view. They'd much rather receive $20 payments for the next year than get nothing if you have to file for bankruptcy. Let them know you're trying to repair your credit, and offer to pay them a percentage of your balance. Most agencies will accept 30 - 40% of your debt.&lt;br /&gt;   4. Get any agreement in writing. Once you pay off your debt, make sure you get a settlement letter and send it to the credit bureaus so they can amend your credit report.&lt;br /&gt;   5. Cut up the cards. Keep a few of the accounts open. Having 5 accounts with zero balance on four and $500 on one lowers your credit risk, as opposed to 2 accounts with a $250 balance each.&lt;br /&gt;   6. Get a secured credit card. You're unlikely to be turned down for one because you supply the money up front as collateral. For instance, you pay $300 for a secured card, you'll have $300 credit limit. Beware of the high interest rate and various fees often associated with a secured card.&lt;br /&gt;   7. Join a credit union. They're more likely to give you loans in the future than a regular bank.&lt;br /&gt;   8. Make all payments on time. Don't arrange a lowered settlement amount if you can't pay it. Don't get a secured credit card if you won't be able to make those payments on time. It will only reflect badly on your credit.&lt;br /&gt;   9. Recognize that bankruptcy shows up on your credit for 10 years. Don't take the easy way out now, you'll pay for it later. It takes a lot more hard work and dedication to rebuild your credit than it does to declare bankruptcy, but you'll be glad you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * You can get negative items removed from your credit report. Write to the credit bureaus and tell them that the items you want removed are inaccurate or incomplete. Don't get too specific, or you could end up worse off than when you started.&lt;br /&gt;    * You want to show that you are responsible with high balances, so you'll want to have high credit limits but a low balance. It actually helps to have a high balance that you've paid off.&lt;br /&gt;    * Get a loan from your Credit Union or Banking establishment, immediately (that day) turn around and open up a savings account. Then make payments on the loan from the savings account. DO NOT use the money for anything else! This will help your credit quite a bit once as you pay off the loan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Warnings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Don't cancel all your credit cards! Pay them off, don't use them (or don't use more than you can pay off each month), but keep the accounts open. 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Then why aren't you laughing?&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Son: Daddy, have you ever been to Egypt?&lt;br /&gt;Father: No. Why do you ask that?&lt;br /&gt;Son: Well, where did you get mummy then?&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Is this my train?&lt;br /&gt;Station Master?? : No, it belongs to the Railway Company.&lt;br /&gt;Lady: Don't try to be funny. I mean to ask if I can take this train to Kuala Lumpur.&lt;br /&gt;Station Master: No Madam, I'm afraid it's too heavy.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Peter: What a pair of strange socks you are wearing, one is green and one is blue with red spots!&lt;br /&gt;Kirk: Yes it's really strange. I've got another pair of the same at home.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Peter, why are you late for school again?&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Well, Miss, I dreamed that I was playing football and the game went into extra time.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Wife: Do you want dinner?&lt;br /&gt;Husband: Sure, what are my choices?&lt;br /&gt;Wife: Yes and no.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;First Guy (proudly): "My wife's an angel!"&lt;br /&gt;Second Guy: "How fortunate you are, mine's still alive."&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;A girl asked her lover, "Darling, if we get engaged will you give me a ring?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sure," replied her lover "What's your phone number?"&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;A drunkard was brought to court. Just before the trial there was a commotion in the gallery.&lt;br /&gt;The judge pounded the gravel on his table and shouted, "Order, order."&lt;br /&gt;The drunkard immediately responded, "Thank you, your honor, I'll  have a scotch and soda."&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Customer: If I post this letter tonight, will it get to Penang in two days time?&lt;br /&gt;Post Master: Well it might do.&lt;br /&gt;Customer: I bet you, it won't.&lt;br /&gt;Post Master: Why not?&lt;br /&gt;Customer: It's addressed to Johor.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;An absent-minded man went to see a psychiatrist. 'My trouble is,' he said, 'that I keep forgetting things.'&lt;br /&gt;'How long has this been going on?' asked the psychiatrist.&lt;br /&gt;'How long has what been going on?' said the man.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Yes Dear.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Would you die for me?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: No, mine is undying love.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;1st thief: Oh! The police are here. Quick! Jump out of the window!&lt;br /&gt;2nd thief: But this is the 13th floor.&lt;br /&gt;1st thief: Hurry! 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I got 100 in school today!"&lt;br /&gt;"That's great, Sweetheart," said her daddy. "Come in to the living room and tell me about it."&lt;br /&gt;"Well?" began the confession, "I got 50 in spelling, 30 in math and 20 in science."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Many a times we take our partner for granted, so do 'audit' on your relationship once in a while. A relationship is not about YOU and ME, it's actually WE.&lt;br /&gt;How To Be A Better Couple: 10 steps to enjoying each other better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be realistic about each other. Don't try to turn your partner into something he or she is not. Let's face it, guys-there's only 1 Pamela Anderson in the world, and even she has had her implants removed! Give your gal a break and understand that her physical appearance is NOT going to change overnight with the help of a few facials or treatments. And ladies, Brad Pitt has already been taken, so you're going to have to do with what your guy is like! Chill out, love each other for what u are. There is more to your partner than what meets the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Always talk things out. Now guys, I know this is not your favorite pastime or mode of resolving issues, but u know what? This works with the gals. Don't make assumptions about each other's feelings. Learn to express yourself better so that your partner understands what you are angry about, or hurt about, or even happy about! When you stop talking to each other from the heart, it's the beginning of the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do stuff together. Make an effort to do things together. Do some sports or involve you in some shared activities; something both of u enjoys or is interested in. It could be as simple as watching movies together, or jus strolling hand-in-hand down Orchard Road. Watch soccer with him once in a while though the green patch on TV puts u to sleep in 3 seconds. And guys, do give in if your gal asks for another day at window-shopping, rather than suggest that she go out with her girlfriends for "that sort of activities" instead. If you are spending more time with your friends rather than with your partner, it's a warning sign that you are drifting apart!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Meet each other halfway. If he agrees to throw out that rotten T-shirt with the "The_Rock" print, u shouldn't kick up much of a fuss if he asks u to keep your room tidy. There's got to be a little giving and taking in a relationship, so learn to meet each other halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Show your love Buy her flowers or candy or perfume every now and then, even if u have been together for 5years. It's wonderful to continue showing someone that u care for him or her. Cook him a special meal; paint him a Valentine's Day card. Knit him mini-socks he can't wear (like for decoration purposes), buy him a packet of milk for breakfast, or pack his wardrobe for him...so he knows u can still be romantic and loving despite having been together for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Respect each other. Stop making jokes about her hair or skin, or whatever it is u love to laugh at. Ask yourself if she thinks if it's funny. And if he has an inferiority complex about his height, stop ogling at tall guys and make him feel worse! Love is about respecting each other's feelings and being sensitive to each other at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Bury the past. Stop bringing up the past. Gals. Don't bring up the happy things about u and your ex to your guy, it would jus make him jealous or unhappy. And guys, don't talk about the happy times that u had with your ex or mention about her in your every other sentence as it would make your gal feel un-happy and she might think that u saying all this because u are going to get back with your ex or not interested in her anymore.&lt; /P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Sit on your jealousy. All of us go thru' spells of insecurity at the beginning of the relationship, but don't translate that insecurity into jealousy. If you are going to go through your partner's mail and cupboard, and eavesdropping on conversations, you know something is wrong - with u!!! Jealousy is like a poison that slowly spreads thru' the relationship before finally killing it. Trust your partner; love has to have trust in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Keep your commitments to each other. If your partner is standing u up all the time and canceling dates and breaking promises, you need to talk! If you are in a relationship, make your partner your priority and don't disappoint them if u can help it. It's really terrible when someone promises to take u to dinner, and then calls to cancel it. Don't make promises u can't keep. If your partner starts to feel that he/she is not important enough to u, u may jus lose him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Be honest. Honesty is not scowling at how awful she looks first thing in the morning, or telling him that he has the biceps of a fly~! When we say "be honest", we mean expressing your feelings clearly, not being bitingly cruel. When you are hurt, say so, and when you are angry, tell him/her, w/o getting hysterical. 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