<?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-3379564879580145659</id><updated>2012-01-19T19:00:04.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yung Lin</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Yeong Yung Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071059846623135451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379564879580145659.post-4249924558867765259</id><published>2011-12-12T02:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T02:49:07.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back..</title><content type='html'>I am back, in a stronger, better manner (i hope)...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time flies... many things happened... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Along the way, there are up and down... Happy and sad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever wonder what's the meaning of life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are we spending too much time and effort to be someone that we think that we should be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Are we spending too much time and effort to please others?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life goes on... Appreciate the people around you... Cherish every wonderful moment...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am good, I am growing, I am still learning....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am happy, I am lucky, I am blessed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant believe i am finally typing something like this after so many years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should I type my blog in mandarin instead? Nah... Mayb the next one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I get touched by little things around me... an event which appear to be very common and normal may just turn into something really inspiring and interesting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have i changed a lot? I guess so... Things keep changing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are we quick enough to keep up to the pace and adapt ourselves to the world?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope things get better and good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to get myself out of the awkward predicament...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In search of the truth and meaning of life, I discovered myself, lost... and found... and lost... found... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Goes on and on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Words cant express my feeling now. (probably due to my poor vocab and grammar. :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its floating up again... (panda, 2011)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I in some kind of flash back?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh no... i am under a villainous attack on my character!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Urgently require a procrustean mutilation of my basic humanity...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mayday! Mayday! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sinking.... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379564879580145659-4249924558867765259?l=yunglin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/feeds/4249924558867765259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3379564879580145659&amp;postID=4249924558867765259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/4249924558867765259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/4249924558867765259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-am-back.html' title='I am back..'/><author><name>Yeong Yung Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071059846623135451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379564879580145659.post-9075029126390282652</id><published>2008-10-06T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T09:38:58.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How smart is Your Right Foot?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 0, 0);"&gt;Just try this. It is from an orthopedic surgeon. This will boggle your mind and you will keep trying over and over again to see if you can outsmart your foot, but, you can't. It's preprogrammed in your brain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. While sitting where you are at your desk in front of your computer, lift your right foot off the floor and make clockwise circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Now, while doing this, draw the number '6' in the air with your right Hand. Your foot will change direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you so!!! And there's nothing you can do about it! You and I both know how funny it is, but before the day is done you are going to try it again, if you've not already done so. Tell your buddies to frustrate them too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379564879580145659-9075029126390282652?l=yunglin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/feeds/9075029126390282652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3379564879580145659&amp;postID=9075029126390282652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/9075029126390282652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/9075029126390282652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-smart-is-your-right-foot.html' title='How smart is Your Right Foot?'/><author><name>Yeong Yung Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071059846623135451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379564879580145659.post-5091331286333693468</id><published>2008-06-17T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T23:37:35.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Petrol Price</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;WHAT IS NEVER MENTIONED IN Mainstream Media are these facts.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Malaysian PerCapita Income USD 5000&lt;br /&gt;VS&lt;br /&gt;Singaporean PerCapita Income USD 25000 &lt;/p&gt;Further The Star made a comparison of prices in Thailand , Singapore and Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;For Thailand it is quoted at RM3.90/liter, however are they aware that in Thailand new cars are cheaper than Malaysia by RM10,000? They pay only one life time for their driving license? No renewal fee after that? Also that goes for road tax as well? And are you aware that you can drive all the way from Hadtyai to Bangkok on a six lane highway without paying any Tolls??!! Whereas here in Malaysia you have to pay yearly renewal for road tax , driving license and TOLLS, TOLLS, TOLLS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For Singapore how can you quote RM 5.20?&lt;br /&gt;Please quote in Singapore Dollars because they are earning in Sing Dollars.&lt;br /&gt;You might as well say Europeans are paying RM10/liter.&lt;br /&gt;RM5.20/liter = Sing $2.20/liter, still cheaper than Malaysia in view of fact that Singapore is not a crude oil exporter. Are you saying that you fill up petrol in Singapore by paying Ringgit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In economy, dollar to dollar must be compared as apple to apple. Not comparing like durian in M'sia is much cheaper than durian in Japan!! Of course-lah, Japan is not durian producer!!! Comparing Malaysian durian with Thailand durian make more sense!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For Indonesia we might say is cheaper there at RM2.07/liter but compare that to their level of income!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let us compare the price with OIL PRODUCING countries:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;UAE – RM1.19/litre&lt;/div&gt;Eygpt – RM1.03/litre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bahrain – RM0.87/litre &lt;/div&gt;Qatar – RM0.68/litre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kuwait – RM0.67/litre &lt;/div&gt;Saudi Arabia – RM0.38/litre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Iran – RM0.35/litre &lt;/div&gt;Nigeria – RM0.32/litre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Turkmenistan – RM0.25/litre &lt;/div&gt;Venezuela – RM0.16/litre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MALAYSIA – RM2.70/litre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;RM 2.70!!! Individual perspective: As of last month a Toyota Vios would 'cause a damage' of about RM 89,000. In the international market, a Toyota Vios is about USD 19,000. USD 19,000 = RM 62,700 (using the indicative rates of USD 1 = RM 3.30) That makes Malaysian Vios owners pay an extra RM 26,300. This RM 26,300 should be cost of operations, profit and tax because the transportation costs have been factored in to the USD 19,000. RM 26,300/ RM625 petrol rebate per year translates to a Vios being used for 42.08 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I do understand that the RM 625 is a rebate given by the government, but it also means that one has to use the Vios for 42.08 years just to make back the amount paid in taxes for the usage of a foreign car. Would anyone use any kind of car for that long? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now with these numbers in front of us, does the subsidy sound like a subsidy or does it sound like a penalty? This just seems to be a heavy increment in our daily cost of living as we are not only charged with high car taxes but also with a drastic increase in fuel price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With all the numbers listed out, I urge all Malaysians to join me in analyzing the situation further. Car taxation is government profit, fuel sales is Petronas' (GLC) profit which also translates into government profit. The government may ridicule us Malaysians by saying look at the world market and fuel price world wide. Please, we are Malaysians, we fought of the British, had a international port in the early centuries (Malacca), home to a racially mixed nation and WE ARE NOT STUPID!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We know the international rates are above the USD 130/barrel. We understand the fact that the fuel prices are increasing worldwide and we also know that major scientist are still contradicting on why this phenomenon is happening. Some blame Bush and his plunders around the world and some blame climate change and there are others which say petroleum 'wells' are getting scarce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Again we go back to numbers to be more straight fwd 1 barrel = 159 liters x RM2.70/liter = RM429 or USD134. On 1 hand, we are paying the full cost of 1 barrel of crude oil with RM2.70 per liter but on the other hand the crude oil only produces 46% of fuel. Msia sells crude oil per barrel at USD130 buys back. Fuel per barrel at USD134. And not forgetting, every barrel of fuel is produced with 2 barrels of crude oil. 1 barrel crude oil = produce 46% fuel (or half of crude oil), therefore 2 barrel crude oil = approximately 1 barrel fuel. In other words, each time we sell 2 barrels of crude oil, equivalently we will buy back 1 barrel of fuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Financially, Malaysia sell 2 barrel crude oil @ USD130/barrel = USD260 = RM858 then, Malaysia will buy back fuel @ USD134/barrel = RM442/barrel. Thus, Malaysia earn net extra USD126 = RM416 for each 2 barrel of crude sold/exported vs imported 1 barrel of fuel !!! (USD260-134 = USD126 = RM416) So where this extra USD 126/barrel income is channeled to by Malaysian Govt????????? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another analysis: 1 barrel crude oil = 159 liters.&lt;br /&gt;46-47% of a barrel of crude oil = fuel that we use in our vehicles.&lt;br /&gt;46% of 159 = 73.14 liters.&lt;br /&gt;@ RM 2.70/liter x 73.14 liter = RM197.48 of fuel per barrel of crude oil.&lt;br /&gt;This is only 46% of the barrel, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;Using RM3.30 = USD1, we get that a barrel of crude oil produces USD59.84 worth of petrol fuel (46% of 1 barrel).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;USD 59.84 of USD 130/barrel turns out to be 46% of a barrel as well. Another 54% = bitumen, kerosene, and natural gases and so many more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And this makes a balance of USD 70.16 that has not been accounted for. So this is where I got curious. Where is the subsidy if we are paying 46% of the price of a barrel of crude oil when the production of petrol/barrel of crude oil is still only 46%?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In actual fact, we still pay for this as they are charged in the forms of fuel surcharge by airlines and road taxes for the building of road (because they use the tar/bitumen) and many more excuse charging us but let us just leave all that out of our calculations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As far as I know, only the politicians who live in Putrajaya and come for their Parliament meetings in Kuala Lumpur (approximately 60+ km) are the ones to gain as they claim their fuel and toll charges from the money of the RAKYAT's TAX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is so disappointing to see this happen time and time again to the Malaysian public, where they are deceived by the propaganda held by the politicians and the controls they have over the press. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Which economist equates rebates for rich or poor with the cc of the vehicles? An average office clerk may own a second hand 1300cc proton Iswara costing $7,000 (rebate = $625) while the Datuk's children can own a fleet of 10 new cars of BMW, Audi and Volvo all less than 2000cc costing $2 millions and get a total rebate of $625 x 10 = $6,250! Wow what kind of economists we are keeping in Malaysia...wonder which PhD certificate that they bought from...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Misleading concept of Subsidy: The word "subsidy" has been brandished by the BN government as if it has so generously helped the rakyat and in doing so incurred losses. This simple example will help to explain the fallacy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahmad is a fisherman. He sells a fish to you at $10 which is below the market value of $15. Let's assume that he caught the fish from the abundance of the sea at little or no cost. Ahmad claims that since the market value of the fish is $15 and he sold you the fish for $10, he had subsidised you $5 and therefore made a loss of $5. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Question :&lt;br /&gt;Did Ahmad actually make a profit of $10 or loss of $5 which he claimed is the subsidy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Answer: &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ahmad makes a profit of $10 which is the difference of the selling price ($10) minus the cost price ($0 since the fish was caught from the abundance of the sea). There is no subsidy as claimed by Ahmad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The BN government claims that it is a subsidy because the oil is kept and treated as somebody else's property (you know who). By right, the oil belongs to all citizens of the country and the government is a trustee for the citizens. So as in the above simple example, the BN government cannot claim that it has subsidised the citizen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**p/s: sekian...this is not written by me if you happen to question me this. Terima Kasih.. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379564879580145659-5091331286333693468?l=yunglin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/feeds/5091331286333693468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3379564879580145659&amp;postID=5091331286333693468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/5091331286333693468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/5091331286333693468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/2008/06/petrol-price.html' title='Petrol Price'/><author><name>Yeong Yung Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071059846623135451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379564879580145659.post-9099713757617429335</id><published>2008-06-16T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T00:00:02.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Boy at Nude Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;A mother and father take their 6-year old son to a nude beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;As the boy walks along the sand, he notices that many of the women have boobs bigger than his mother's so he goes back to ask her why that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;She tells her son, "The bigger they are, the sillier the lady is." The boy, pleased with the answer, goes to play in the ocean but returns to tell his mother that many of the men have larger things than his dad does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;She replies, "The bigger THEY are, the dumber the man is." Again satisfied with her answer, the boy goes back to the ocean to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly thereafter, the boy returns again, and promptly tells his mother: "Daddy is talking to the silliest lady on the beach. And the longer he talks, the dumber he gets."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379564879580145659-9099713757617429335?l=yunglin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/feeds/9099713757617429335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3379564879580145659&amp;postID=9099713757617429335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/9099713757617429335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/9099713757617429335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-boy-at-nude-beach.html' title='Little Boy at Nude Beach'/><author><name>Yeong Yung Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071059846623135451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379564879580145659.post-4312512619261321276</id><published>2008-06-13T02:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T17:02:28.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A first grade student</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A first-grade teacher was having trouble with one of her students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher asked, "Harry what is your problem?"&lt;br /&gt;Harry answered, "I'm too smart for the first-grade. My sister is in the third -grade and I'm smarter than she is! I think I should be in the third-grade too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher had had enough. She took Harry to the principal's office.While Harry waited in the outer office, the teacher explained to the principal what the situation was. The principal told the teacher he would give the boy a test and if he failed to answer any of his questions he was to go back to the first-grade and behave. The teacher agreed. Harry was brought in and the conditions were explained to him and he agreed to take the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Principal: "What is 3 x 3?"&lt;br /&gt;Harry: "9".&lt;br /&gt;Principal: "What is 6 x 6?"&lt;br /&gt;Harry: "36".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it went with every question the principal thought a third-grade should know.&lt;br /&gt;The principal looks at the teacher and tells her, "I think Harry can go to the third-grade."&lt;br /&gt;The teacher says to the principal, "Let me ask him some questions?"&lt;br /&gt;The principal and Harry both agree.&lt;br /&gt;The teacher asks, "What does a cow have four of that I have only two of?"&lt;br /&gt;Harry, after a moment, "Legs."&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "What is in your pants that you have but I do not have?"&lt;br /&gt;The principal wondered, why does she ask such a question!&lt;br /&gt;Harry replied, "Pockets."&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "What does a dog do that a man steps into?"&lt;br /&gt;Harry: "Pants"&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: What's starts with a C and ends with a T, is hairy, oval, delicious and contains thin whitish liquid?&lt;br /&gt;Harry: Coconut&lt;br /&gt;The principal's eyes open really wide and before he could stop the answer, Harry was taking charge.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: What goes in hard and pink then comes out soft and sticky?&lt;br /&gt;Harry: Bubblegum&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: What does a man do standing up, a woman do sitting down and a dog do on three legs?&lt;br /&gt;The principal's eyes open really wide and before he could stop the answer.&lt;br /&gt;Harry: Shake hands&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Now I will ask some "Who am I" sort of questions, okay?&lt;br /&gt;Harry: Yep.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: You stick your poles inside me. You tie me down to get me up. I get wet before you do.&lt;br /&gt;Harry: Tent&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: A finger goes in me. You fiddle with me when you're bored. The best man always has me first.&lt;br /&gt;Principal was looking restless and bit tense.&lt;br /&gt;Harry: Wedding Ring&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: I come in many sizes. When I'm not well, I drip. When you blow me, you feel good.&lt;br /&gt;Harry: Nose&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: I have a stiff shaft. My tip penetrates. I come with a quiver.&lt;br /&gt;Harry: Arrow&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: What word starts with an 'F' and ends in 'K' that means a lot of excitement?&lt;br /&gt;Harry: Firetruck&lt;br /&gt;The principal breathed a sigh of relief and told the teacher, "Put Harry in the fifth-grade, I missed the last ten questions myself."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379564879580145659-4312512619261321276?l=yunglin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/feeds/4312512619261321276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3379564879580145659&amp;postID=4312512619261321276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/4312512619261321276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/4312512619261321276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-grade-student.html' title='A first grade student'/><author><name>Yeong Yung Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071059846623135451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379564879580145659.post-842279075206503826</id><published>2008-06-08T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T15:22:28.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Get Out Of A Traffic Ticket!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;A police officer pulls a guy over for speeding and has the following exchange:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Officer: May I see your driver's license? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Driver: I don't have one. I had it suspended when I got my 5th DUI. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Officer: May I see the owner's card for this vehicle? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Driver: It's not my car. I stole it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Officer: The car is stolen? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Driver: That's right. But come to think of it, I think I saw the owner's card in the glove box when I was putting my gun in there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Officer: There's a gun in the glove box? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Driver: Yes sir. That's where I put it after I shot and killed the woman who owns this car and stuffed her in the trunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Officer: There's a BODY in the TRUNK?!?!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Driver: Yes, sir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Hearing this, the officer immediately called his captain. The car was quickly surrounded by police, and the captain approached the driver to handle the tense situation: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Captain: Sir, can I see your license? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Driver: Sure. Here it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;It was valid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Captain: Who's car is this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Driver: It's mine, officer. Here's the owner's card. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;The driver owned the car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Captain: Could you slowly open your glove box so I can see if there's a gun in it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Driver: Yes, sir, but there's no gun in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Sure enough, there was nothing in the glove box. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Captain: Would you mind opening your trunk? I was told you said there's a body in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Driver: No problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Trunk is opened; no body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Captain: I don't understand it. The officer who stopped you said you told him you didn't have a license, stole the car, had a gun in the glovebox, and that there was a dead body in the trunk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="quote"&gt;Driver: Yeah, I'll bet the lying s.o.b. told you I was speeding, too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379564879580145659-842279075206503826?l=yunglin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/feeds/842279075206503826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3379564879580145659&amp;postID=842279075206503826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/842279075206503826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/842279075206503826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-to-get-out-of-traffic-ticket.html' title='How To Get Out Of A Traffic Ticket!'/><author><name>Yeong Yung Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071059846623135451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379564879580145659.post-4724897958211837176</id><published>2008-05-12T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T18:22:37.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Phenomena</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;I find the things below quite interesting.  Here I gonna share with you people. Lets have a look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. People who point at their wrist asking for the time... I know where my watch is pal, where is yours? Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the toilet is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. People who are willing to search the entire room for the TV remote because they refuse to walk to the TV and change the channel manually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When people say "Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it too". Right! What good is cake if you can't eat it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When people say "it's always the last place you look". Of course it is. Why would you keep looking after you've found it? Do people do this? Who and where are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When people say while watching a film, "did ya see that?" No Loser, I paid $ to come to the cinema and stare at the floor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. People who ask "Can I ask you a question?"... Didn't give me a choice there, did ya sunshine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When something is 'new and improved'. Which is it? If it's new, then there has never been anything before it. If it's an improvement, then there must have been something before it, couldn't be new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When people say "life is short". What??? Life is the longest damn thing anyone ever does!!! What can you do thats longer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When you are waiting for the bus and someone asks "Has the bus come yet?" If the bus came, would I be standing here???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379564879580145659-4724897958211837176?l=yunglin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/feeds/4724897958211837176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3379564879580145659&amp;postID=4724897958211837176' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/4724897958211837176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/4724897958211837176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/2008/05/9-phenomena.html' title='9 Phenomena'/><author><name>Yeong Yung Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071059846623135451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379564879580145659.post-5537546938952511336</id><published>2008-05-09T17:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T17:00:01.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Things To Do On An Elevator</title><content type='html'>1) CRACK open your briefcase or handbag, peer Inside and ask "Got enough air in there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) STAND silent and motionless in the corner facing the wall without getting off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) WHEN arriving at your floor, grunt and strain to yank the doors open, then act as if you're embarrassed when they open themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) GREET everyone with a warm handshake and ask him or her to call you Admiral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) MEOW occasionally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) STARE At another passenger for a while. Then announce in horror: "You're one of THEM" - and back away slowly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) SAY -DING at each floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) SAY "I wonder what all these do?" And push all the red buttons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) MAKE explosion noises when anyone presses a button.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) STARE, grinning at another passenger for a while, then announce: "I have new socks on."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11) WHEN the elevator is silent, look around and ask: "Is that your beeper?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12) TRY to make personal calls on the emergency phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13) DRAW a little square on the floor with chalk and announce to the other passengers: "This is my personal space."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14) WHEN there's only one other person in the elevator, tap them on the shoulder, then pretend it wasn't you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15) PUSH the buttons and pretend they give you a shock. Smile, and go back for more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16) ASK if you can push the button for other people but push the wrong ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;17) HOLD the doors open and say you're waiting for your friend. After a while, let the doors close and say "Hi Greg, How's your day been?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;18) DROP a pen and wail until someone reaches to help pick it up, then scream: "That's mine!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;19) BRING a camera and take pictures of everyone in the lift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20) PRETEND you're a flight attendant and review emergency procedures and exits with the Passengers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;21) SWAT at flies that don't exist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;22) CALL out "Group hug" then enforce it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379564879580145659-5537546938952511336?l=yunglin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/feeds/5537546938952511336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3379564879580145659&amp;postID=5537546938952511336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/5537546938952511336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/5537546938952511336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/2008/05/fun-things-to-do-on-elevator.html' title='Fun Things To Do On An Elevator'/><author><name>Yeong Yung Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071059846623135451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379564879580145659.post-2871297438352843438</id><published>2008-04-29T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T11:52:51.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Hell Exothermic or Endothermic?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The following is an actual question given on a University of Washington engineering mid-term. The answer was so "profound" that the Professor shared it with colleagues, and the sharing obviously hasn't ceased...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or Endothermic (absorbs heat)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of the students wrote Proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law, (gas cools off when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant. One student, however, wrote the following:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate that souls are moving into Hell and the rate they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving. As for how many souls are entering Hell, let us look at the different religions that exist in the world today. Some of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there are more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell. With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand as souls are added. This gives two possibilities:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Of course, if Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So which is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa Banyan during my Freshman year, "...that it will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you.", and take into account the fact that I still have not succeeded in having sexual relations with her, then, #2 cannot be true, and thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and will not freeze."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This student received the only A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379564879580145659-2871297438352843438?l=yunglin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/feeds/2871297438352843438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3379564879580145659&amp;postID=2871297438352843438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/2871297438352843438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/2871297438352843438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/2007/09/is-hell-exothermic-or-endothermic.html' title='Is Hell Exothermic or Endothermic?'/><author><name>Yeong Yung Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071059846623135451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379564879580145659.post-6257262686190351963</id><published>2008-03-28T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T11:00:38.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why wedding ring should put on the fourth finger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Why wedding ring should put on the fourth finger ??&lt;br /&gt;Pls follow the below step, really god make this a miracle (this is from a Chinese excerpt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, show your palm, centre finger bend and put together back to back&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, the rest 4 fingers tips to tips&lt;br /&gt;Games begin, follow the below arrangement, 5 finger but only 1 pair cant split&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182621627513770290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ee6KHJSMSmY/R-xe6Vk3ETI/AAAAAAAAAHU/MsFMIG6Uweg/s320/image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to open your thumb, the thumb represent parents, it can be open cause all human does go thru sick and dead. Which is our parents will leave us one day&lt;br /&gt;Pls close up your thumb, then open your second finger, the finger represent brothers and sisters, they do have their own family which is too they will leave us too&lt;br /&gt;Now close up your second finger, open up your little finer, this represent your children. Sooner or later they too will leave us for they got they own living to live&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, close up your little finer, try to open your fourth finger which we put our wedding ring, you will be surprise to find that it cannot be open at all. Because it represent husband and wife, this whole life you will be attach to each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real love will stick together ever and forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thumb represent parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second finger represent brothers &amp;amp; sisters&lt;br /&gt;Centre finger represent own self&lt;br /&gt;Fourth finger represent your partner&lt;br /&gt;Last finger represent your children&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379564879580145659-6257262686190351963?l=yunglin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/feeds/6257262686190351963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3379564879580145659&amp;postID=6257262686190351963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/6257262686190351963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/6257262686190351963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-wedding-ring-should-put-on-fourth.html' title='Why wedding ring should put on the fourth finger'/><author><name>Yeong Yung Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071059846623135451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ee6KHJSMSmY/R-xe6Vk3ETI/AAAAAAAAAHU/MsFMIG6Uweg/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379564879580145659.post-809731005137599031</id><published>2008-03-20T00:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T18:18:51.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Story -- Worth Reading !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At the prodding of my friends, I am writing this story. My name is Mildred Hondorf. I am a former elementary school music teacher from Des Moines , Iowa . I've always supplemented my income by teaching piano lessons-something I've done for over 30 years. Over the years I found that children have many levels of musical ability. I've never had the pleasure of having a prodigy though I have taught some talented students. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;However I've also had my share of what I call 'musically challenged' pupils. One such student was Robby. Robby was 11 years old when his mother (a single Mom) dropped him off for his first piano lesson. I prefer that students (especially boys!) begin at an earlier age, which I explained to Robby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But Robby said that it had always been his mother's dream to hear him play the piano. So I took him as a student. Well, Robby began with his piano lessons and from the beginning I thought it was a hopeless endeavor. As much as Robby tried, he lacked the sense of tone and basic rhythm needed to excel But he dutifully reviewed his scales and some elementary pieces that I require all my students to learn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Over the months he tried and tried while I listened and cringed and tried to encourage him. At the end of each weekly lesson he'd always say, 'My mom's going to hear me play someday.' But it seemed hopeless. He just did not have any inborn ability. I only knew his mother from a distance as she dropped Robby off or waited in her aged car to pick him up. She always waved and smiled but never stopped in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then one day Robby stopped coming to our lessons. I thought about calling him but assumed because of his lack of ability, that he had decided to pursue something else. I also was glad that he stopped coming. He was a bad advertisement for my teaching! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Several weeks later I mailed to the student's homes a flyer on the upcoming recital.. To my surprise Robby (who received a flyer) asked me if he could be in the recital. I told him that the recital was for current pupils and because he had dropped out he really did not qualify. He said that his mother had been sick and unable to take him to piano lessons but he was still practicing 'Miss Hondorf I've just got to play!' he insisted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't know what led me to allow him to play in the recital. Maybe it was his persistence or maybe it was something inside of me saying that it would be all right. The night for the recital came. The high school gymnasium was packed with parents, friends and relatives. I put Robby up last in the program before I was to come up and thank all the students and play a finishing piece. I thought that any damage he would do would come at th e end of the program and I could always salvage his poor performance through my 'curtain closer.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, the recital went off without a hitch. The students had been practicing and it showed. Then Robby came up on stage. His clothes were wrinkled and his hair looked like he'd run an eggbeater through it. 'Why didn't he dress up like the other students?' I thought. 'Why didn't his mother at least make him comb his hair for this special night?' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Robby pulled out the piano bench and he began. I was surprised when he announced that he had chosen Mozart's Concerto #21 in C Major. I was not prepared for what I heard next. His fingers were light on the keys, they even danced nimbly on the ivories. He went from pianissimo to fortissimo. From allegro to virtuoso. His suspended chords that Mozart demands were magnificent! Never had I heard Mozart played so well by people his age. After six and a half minutes he ended in a grand crescendo and everyone was on their feet in wild applause. Overcome and in tears I ran up on stage and put my arms around Robby in joy. 'I've never heard you play like that Robby! How'd you do it? ' Through the microphone Robby explained: 'Well Miss Hondorf . Remember I told you my Mom was sick? Well, actually she had cancer and passed away this morning And well . . . She was born deaf so tonight was the first time she ever heard me play. I wanted to make it special.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There wasn't a dry eye in the house that evening. As the people from Social Services led Robby from the stage to be placed into foster care, noticed that even their eyes were red and puffy and I thought to myself how much richer my life had been for taking Robby as my pupil. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No, I've never had a prodigy but that night I became a prodigy.... Of Robby's. He was the teacher and I was the pupil for it is he that taught me the meaning of&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;perseverance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;believing in yourself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and maybe even taking a chance in someone and you don't know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Robby was killed in the senseless bombing of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City in April of 1995.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379564879580145659-809731005137599031?l=yunglin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/feeds/809731005137599031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3379564879580145659&amp;postID=809731005137599031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/809731005137599031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/809731005137599031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/2008/03/true-story-worth-reading.html' title='True Story -- Worth Reading !!!'/><author><name>Yeong Yung Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071059846623135451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379564879580145659.post-5844679687573262977</id><published>2008-03-07T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T15:32:03.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Euro English</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The European Union commissioners have announced that agreement has been reached to adopt English as the preferred language for European communications, rather than German, which was the other possibility.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As part of the negotiations, the British government conceded that English spelling had some room for improvement and has accepted a five-year phased plan for what will be known as EuroEnglish (Euro for short).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the first year, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;" will be used instead of the soft "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;ertainly, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;ivil servants will re&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;ieve this news with joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, the hard "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" will be replaced with "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;". Not only will this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lear up &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;onfusion, but typewriters&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;an have one less letter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There will be growing publi&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt; enthusiasm in the se&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;ond year, when the troublesome "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;ph&lt;/span&gt;" will be replaced by "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;". This will make words like "fotogra&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;" 20 per sent shorter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the third year, publi&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt; a&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;eptan&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;e of the new spelling &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;an be expe&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;ted to reach the stage where more &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;ompli&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;ated changes are possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Governments will en&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;orage the removal of double letters, which have always ben a deterent to a&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;urate speling. Also, al wil agre that the horible mes of silent "e"s in the languag is disgrasful, and they would go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the fourth year, peopl wil be reseptiv to steps such as repla&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;ing "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;" by "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;" by " &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;e fifz year, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;e unesesary "o" &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;an be dropd from vords kontaining "ou", and similar changes &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;ud of kors be aplid to o&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;er &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;ombinations of leters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Und efter &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;e fif&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt; yer, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;il al be speking German like&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; z&lt;/span&gt;ey vunted in &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;e forst place....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379564879580145659-5844679687573262977?l=yunglin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/feeds/5844679687573262977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3379564879580145659&amp;postID=5844679687573262977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/5844679687573262977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/5844679687573262977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/2008/03/euro-english.html' title='Euro English'/><author><name>Yeong Yung Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071059846623135451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379564879580145659.post-2761021800419022404</id><published>2008-01-07T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T23:41:46.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call When It Is Safe for Me to Come Home</title><content type='html'>A mother passing by her daughter's bedroom was astonished to see the bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then she saw an envelope propped up prominently on the center of the bed. It was addressed, "Mom." With the worst premonition, she opened the envelope and read the letter with trembling hands:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mom:&lt;br /&gt;It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope with my new boyfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with Dad and you. I've been finding real passion with Ahmed and he is so nice-even with all his piercings, tattoos, beard, and his motorcycle clothes. But it's not only the passion Mom, I'm pregnant and Ahmed said that we will be very happy. He already owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. He wants to have many more children with me and that's now one of my dreams too. Ahmed taught me that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone and we'll be growing it for us and trading it with his friends for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want. In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Ahmed can get better; he sure deserves it!! Don't worry Mom, I'm 15 years old now and I know how to take care of myself. Someday I'm sure we'll be back to visit so you can get to know your grand children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your daughter, Judith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Mom, none of the above is true. I'm over at the neighbour's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than my report card that's in my desk center drawer. I love you! Call when it is safe for me to come home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379564879580145659-2761021800419022404?l=yunglin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/feeds/2761021800419022404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3379564879580145659&amp;postID=2761021800419022404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/2761021800419022404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/2761021800419022404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/2008/01/call-when-it-is-safe-for-me-to-come.html' title='Call When It Is Safe for Me to Come Home'/><author><name>Yeong Yung Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071059846623135451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379564879580145659.post-3781571139692344627</id><published>2007-12-31T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T00:19:16.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Things To Make Ur Parents Think U R Insane</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Follow them around the house everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. Moo when they say your name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;3. Run into walls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;4. Say that wearing clothes is against your religion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;5. Stand over them at four in the morning with a huge grin on your face and say, good morning sunshine~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;6. Pluck someone's hair out and yell, "DNA!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;7. Wear a sticker that says, "I’m a retard"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;8. Have 20 imaginary friends that you talk to all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;9. In public yell, "No Mom/Dad, I will not make out with you!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;10. Do what they actually tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;11. Jump off the roof, trying to fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;12. Hold their hand and whisper to them, I see dead people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;13. At everything they say yell, Liar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;14. Try to swim in the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;15. Tap on their door all night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379564879580145659-3781571139692344627?l=yunglin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/feeds/3781571139692344627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3379564879580145659&amp;postID=3781571139692344627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/3781571139692344627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/3781571139692344627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/2007/12/15-things-to-make-ur-parents-think-u-r.html' title='15 Things To Make Ur Parents Think U R Insane'/><author><name>Yeong Yung Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071059846623135451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379564879580145659.post-1445275303894911709</id><published>2007-12-24T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T12:00:18.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomato Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt; A Jobless man applied for the position of "office boy" at Microsoft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;The HR manager interviewed him then watched him cleaning the floor as a test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;"You are employed" he said. Give me your e-mail address and I'll send you the application to fill in, as well as date when you may start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replied "But I don't have a computer, neither an email".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;"I'm sorry", said the HR manager. If you don't have an email, that means you do not exist. And who doesn't exist, cannot have the job."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;The man left with no hope at all. He didn't know what to do, with only $10 in his pocket. He then decided to go to the  supermarket and buy a 10Kg tomato crate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;He then sold the tomatoes in a door to door round. In less than two hours, he succeeded to double his capital. He repeated the operation three times, and returned home with $60.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;The man realized that he can survive by this way, and started to go everyday earlier, and return late. Thus, his money doubled or tripled everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Shortly, he bought a cart, then a truck, and then he had his own fleet of delivery vehicles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 years later, the man is one of the biggest food retailers in the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;He started to plan his family's future, and decided to have a life insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;He called an insurance broker, and chose a protection plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the conversation was concluded the broker asked him his email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;The man replied,"I don't have an email."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;The  broker answered curiously, "You don't have an email, and yet have succeeded to build an empire. Can you imagine what you could have been if you had an e mail?!!" The man thought for a while and replied, "Yes, I'd be an office boy at Microsoft!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Moral of the story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Moral 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Internet is not the solution to your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Moral 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;If you don't have Internet, and work hard, you can be a millionaire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;Moral 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;If you received this message by email, you are closer to being a office boy/girl, than a millionaire..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:24;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379564879580145659-1445275303894911709?l=yunglin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/feeds/1445275303894911709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3379564879580145659&amp;postID=1445275303894911709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/1445275303894911709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/1445275303894911709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/2007/12/tomato-story.html' title='Tomato Story'/><author><name>Yeong Yung Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071059846623135451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379564879580145659.post-6248733526430795369</id><published>2007-12-17T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T01:17:06.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don B 2 Ecstatic</title><content type='html'>A girl asks her boyfriend to come over Friday night and have dinner with her parents. Since this is such a big event, the girl announces to her boyfriend that after dinner, she would like to go out and make love for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the boy is ecstatic, but he has never had sex before, so he takes a trip to the pharmacist to get some condoms. The pharmacist helps the boy for about an hour. He tells the boy everything there is to know about condoms and sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the register, the pharmacist asks the boy how many condoms he'd like to buy, a 3-pack, 10-pack, or family pack. The boy insists on the family pack because he thinks he will be rather busy, it being his first time and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, the boy shows up at the girl's parents house and meets his girlfriend at the door. "Oh, I'm so excited for you to meet my parents, come on in!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy goes inside and is taken to the dinner table where the girl's parents are seated. The boy quickly offers to say grace and bows his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minute passes, and the boy is still deep in prayer, with his head down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes pass, and still no movement from the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after 20 minutes with his head down, the girlfriend leans over and whispers to the boyfriend, "I had no idea you were this religious."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy turns, and whispers back, "I had no idea your father was a pharmacist."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379564879580145659-6248733526430795369?l=yunglin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/feeds/6248733526430795369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3379564879580145659&amp;postID=6248733526430795369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/6248733526430795369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/6248733526430795369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/2007/12/don-b-2-ecstatic.html' title='Don B 2 Ecstatic'/><author><name>Yeong Yung Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071059846623135451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379564879580145659.post-9141266257802756327</id><published>2007-12-10T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T16:41:07.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A small touching story mainly for professionals...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SON: 'Daddy, may I ask you a question?' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;DAD: 'Yeah sure, what is it?' replied the man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SON: 'Daddy, how much do you make an hour?' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;DAD: 'That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?' the man said angrily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SON: 'I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;DAD: 'If you must know, I make RM100 an hour.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SON: 'Oh,' the little boy replied, with his head down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SON: 'Daddy, may I please borrow RM50?' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father was furious, 'If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door. The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money? After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think: Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that RM50 and he really didn't ask for money very often. The man went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'Are you asleep, son?' He asked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'No daddy, I'm awake,' replied the boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier' said the man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the RM50 you asked for.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The little boy sat straight up, smiling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'Oh, thank you daddy!' He yelled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills. The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'Why do you want more money if you already have some?' the father grumbled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'Because I didn't have enough, but now I do,' the little boy replied. 'Daddy, I have RM100 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts. Do remember to share that RM100 worth of your time with someone you love. If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family &amp;amp; friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379564879580145659-9141266257802756327?l=yunglin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/feeds/9141266257802756327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3379564879580145659&amp;postID=9141266257802756327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/9141266257802756327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/9141266257802756327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/2007/12/small-touching-story-mainly-for.html' title='A small touching story mainly for professionals...'/><author><name>Yeong Yung Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071059846623135451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379564879580145659.post-5301805740467434685</id><published>2007-10-15T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T23:24:16.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Logical Solution</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now here is a problem that finally has a formula for getting to the bottom of an age old problem. From a strictly mathematical viewpoint it goes like this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What Makes 100%? What does it mean to give MORE than 100%? Ever wonder about those people who say they are giving more than 100%? We have all been to those meetings where someone wants you to give over 100%. How about achieving 103%? What makes up 100% in life? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here's a little mathematical formula that might help you answer these questions: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z is represented as: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;H-A-R-D-W-O-R-K &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11 = 98%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;K-N-O-W-L-E-D-G-E &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5 = 96%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5 = 100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;B-U-L-L-S-*-*-T&lt;br /&gt;2+21+12+12+19+8+9+20 = 103%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, look how far &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a** kissing&lt;/span&gt; will take you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A-*-*-K-I-S-S-I-N-G&lt;br /&gt;1+19+19+11+9+19+19+9+14+7 = 118%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, one can conclude with mathematical certainty that while &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hard work&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Knowledge&lt;/span&gt; will get you close, and &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Attitude&lt;/span&gt; will get you there, it's the &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Bulls**t&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A** Kissing&lt;/span&gt; that will put you over the top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379564879580145659-5301805740467434685?l=yunglin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/feeds/5301805740467434685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3379564879580145659&amp;postID=5301805740467434685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/5301805740467434685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/5301805740467434685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/2007/09/logical-solution.html' title='A Logical Solution'/><author><name>Yeong Yung Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071059846623135451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379564879580145659.post-1988901857359154878</id><published>2007-10-08T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T00:57:23.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Actual Answering Machine Messages</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*My wife and i can't come to the phone right now, but if you'll leave your name and number, we'll get back to you as soon as we're finished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*This is not an answering machine-this is a telepathic thought-recording device. After the tone, think about your name and your number and your reason for calling...and I'll think about returning your call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;*Hi! John's answering machine is broken. This is john's refrigerator. Speak very slowly, and I'll stick your message to myself with one of these magnets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;*Hi. Now YOU say something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*Hi. I'm probably home, I'm just avoiding someone I don't like. Leave a message, and if I don't call back, its you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*Hello!If you leave a message, I'll call you soon. If you leave a sexy message, I'll call sooner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379564879580145659-1988901857359154878?l=yunglin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/feeds/1988901857359154878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3379564879580145659&amp;postID=1988901857359154878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/1988901857359154878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/1988901857359154878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/2007/10/actual-answering-machine-messages.html' title='Actual Answering Machine Messages'/><author><name>Yeong Yung Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071059846623135451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379564879580145659.post-9047427550061264416</id><published>2007-10-01T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T00:38:02.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bank Named TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Imagine there is a bank account that credits your account each morning with $86,400. It carries over no balance from day to day.Every evening the bank deletes whatever part of the balance you failed to use during the day. What would you do? Draw out every cent, of course?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Each of us has such a bank. It's name is &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;TIME&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Every night it writes off as lost, whatever of this you have failed to invest to a good purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It carries over no balance. It allows no over draft. Each day it opens a new account for you. Each night it burns the remains of the day.If you fail to use the day's deposits, the loss is yours. There is no drawing against "&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You must live in the present on today's deposits. Invest it so as to get from it the utmost in health, happiness and success!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The clock is running!! Make the most of today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;To realise the value of &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ONE YEAR&lt;/span&gt;, ask a student who failed a grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;To realise the value of &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ONE MONTH&lt;/span&gt;, ask a mother who has given birth to a premature baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;To realise the value of &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ONE WEEK&lt;/span&gt;, ask the editor of a weekly newspaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;To realise the value of &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ONE HOUR&lt;/span&gt;, ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;To realise the value of &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ONE MINUTE&lt;/span&gt;, ask a person who just missed a train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;To realise the value of &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ONE SECOND&lt;/span&gt;, ask someone who just avoided an accident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;To realise the value of &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ONE MILLISECOND&lt;/span&gt;, ask the person who won a silver medal at the Olympics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Treasure every moment that you have! And treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your time with. And remember time waits for no one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That's why its called the present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379564879580145659-9047427550061264416?l=yunglin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/feeds/9047427550061264416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3379564879580145659&amp;postID=9047427550061264416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/9047427550061264416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/9047427550061264416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/2007/10/bank-named-time.html' title='A Bank Named TIME'/><author><name>Yeong Yung Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071059846623135451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379564879580145659.post-1167029473258108340</id><published>2007-09-24T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T23:16:06.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eleven Hints for Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Eleven Hints for Life"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1. It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return.But what is more painful is to love someone and neverfind the courage to let that person know how you feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. A sad thing in life is when you meet someone who means a lot to you, only to find out in the end that it was never meant to be and you just have to let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;3. The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;4. It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;5. It takes only a minute to get a crush on someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone-but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;6. Don't go for looks, they can deceive. Don't go for wealth,even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;7. Dream what you want to dream, go where you want to go,be what you want to be. Because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you want to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;8. Always put yourself in the other's shoes. If you feel that it hurts you, it probably hurts the person too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;9. A careless word may kindle strife. A cruel word may wreck a life. A timely word may level stress. But a loving word may heal and bless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;10. The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;11. Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, ends with a tear. When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so that when you die,you're the one smiling and everyone around you is crying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379564879580145659-1167029473258108340?l=yunglin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/feeds/1167029473258108340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3379564879580145659&amp;postID=1167029473258108340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/1167029473258108340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/1167029473258108340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/2007/09/eleven-hints-for-life.html' title='Eleven Hints for Life'/><author><name>Yeong Yung Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071059846623135451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379564879580145659.post-8412667212938268268</id><published>2007-09-17T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T00:29:56.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Honor of Stupid People</title><content type='html'>In Honor of Stupid People&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you needed further proof that the human race is doomed to stupidity, here are some actual label instructions on consumer goods:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Sears hairdryer -- Do not use while sleeping.(Shoot, and that's the only time I have to work on my hair.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a bag of Fritos -- You could be a winner! No purchase necessary. Details inside.(the shoplifter special)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a bar of Dial soap -- "Directions: Use like regular soap,"(and that would be how???....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On some Swanson frozen dinners -- "Serving suggestion: Defrost."(but, it's "just" a suggestion).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tesco's Tiramisu dessert (printed on bottom) -- "Do not turn upside down."(well...duh, a bit late, huh)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Marks &amp;amp; Spencer Bread Pudding -- "Product will be hot after heating."(...and you thought????...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On packaging for a Rowena iron -- "Do not iron clothes on body."(but wouldn't this save me more time)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Boot's Children Cough Medicine -- "Do not drive a car or operate machinery after taking this medication."(We could do a lot to reduce the rate of construction accidents if we could just get those 5-year-olds with head-colds off those forklifts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Nytol Sleep Aid -- "Warning: May cause drowsiness."(and...I'm taking this because???....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On most brands of Christmas lights -- "For indoor or outdoor use only."(as opposed to...what)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Japanese food processor -- "Not to be used for the other use."(now, somebody out there, help me on this. I'm a bit curious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sainsbury's peanuts -- "Warning: contains nuts."(talk about a news flash)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an American Airlines packet of nuts -- "Instructions: Open packet, eat nuts."(Step 3: maybe, ooh...fly Delta?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a child's Superman costume -- "Wearing of this garment does not enable you to fly."(I don't blame the company. I blame the parents for this one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Swedish chainsaw -- "Do not attempt to stop chain with your hands or genitals."(Oh my ..was there a lot of this happening somewhere?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you've smiled at least once, it's your turn to feel the stupidity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379564879580145659-8412667212938268268?l=yunglin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/feeds/8412667212938268268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3379564879580145659&amp;postID=8412667212938268268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/8412667212938268268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/8412667212938268268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/2007/09/in-honor-of-stupid-people.html' title='In Honor of Stupid People'/><author><name>Yeong Yung Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071059846623135451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379564879580145659.post-1270166929507879202</id><published>2007-09-10T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T01:57:21.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusing English... Take a Break</title><content type='html'>1. If Fed Ex and UPS were to merge, would they call it Fed UP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do Lipton Tea employees take coffee breaks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If olive oil comes from olives, where does baby oil come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If people from Poland are called Poles, why aren't people from Holland called Holes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do infants enjoy infancy as much as adults enjoy adultery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Why the man who invests all your money called a broker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If horrific means to make horrible, does terrific mean to make terrible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Why is it called building when it is already built?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If a book about failures doesn't sell, is it a success?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If you're not supposed to drink and drive, then why do bars have parking lots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. If you take an Oriental person and spin him around several times, does he become disoriented?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379564879580145659-1270166929507879202?l=yunglin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/feeds/1270166929507879202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3379564879580145659&amp;postID=1270166929507879202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/1270166929507879202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/1270166929507879202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/2007/09/confusing-english-take-break.html' title='Confusing English... Take a Break'/><author><name>Yeong Yung Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071059846623135451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379564879580145659.post-2775763225509890482</id><published>2007-07-02T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T13:03:33.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B級人生</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;快意享受Ｂ級人生走出 A ＋成就迷思&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;你想要過A級人生，事業有成薪水頂尖，卻犧牲掉其他全部人生，還是想過 B級人生，寧可降格賺次級收入，卻能享受精采人生？這取決於你如何衡量「人生投資報酬率」。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;若是成績單上出現B，大部分人聯想到的，絕對不是「Better」，而是「Bad」。B這個字母，長期以來被認為是「次等」的表現，每個人都奮力想達到A，甚至A+, 彷彿若不能達到A的成績，就是不夠努力與稱職。但人生凡事都追求A，一定能獲得滿足感嗎？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;享受生命的充實感&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;最近「B級人生」的話題，在日本引起不少討論。起因於經濟專家森永卓郎，把人生分成三級：A級人生是「有錢沒閒」；B級人生的「錢少一點，但是有閒」，可 算是「有錢有閒」。 至於C級人生則是經濟困窘，可能是「有閒沒錢」( 如失業者 )，也可能「沒錢沒閒」 ( 如底層勞動者) 。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;森永卓郎認為，B級人生是最有滿足感的生活。若每天工作10幾小時，犧牲家庭與 休閒，不惜一切代價追求 A級人生，即使賺到A級財富，沒時間享受也是枉費。B級雖然收入次一等，但還是能維持在一定生活水準之上，反而因為付出較少的代價，有時間去做自己想做的事，享受生命的充實感，所以整體生活絕不輸A級。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;因此，森永卓郎特別強調 「B is Beautiful 」，認為 「B is Better Than A 」。&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;精算人生投資報酬率&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;B級人生這種價值觀的出現，有其社會淵源。作家劉黎兒指出，日本經過長年經濟不景氣，原本「1億國民都是中產階級」的社會，已經不再回頭，轉成「1％超級精英＋99％平庸上班族」的結構，除了極少數A＋超級精英之外，99％工作者的薪 水都在遞減，再怎麼努力也是枉然。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;在這種社會結構下，「一分耕耘、一分收穫」的正比例關係被打破，打拚不再保證出頭天，「努力必有回報」也成為一種欺瞞的說法。因此，許多日本上班族，開始思考「人生投資報酬率」的問題。當付出無法獲得回報，他們不想再無條件賣命給公司，寧可將更多時間用來享受家庭生活，或是經營個人興趣休閒。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;B級上班族雖不是高薪族，但還是有一定生活水準，也還買得起車子等用品。比起將人生全部送給公司的A＋超級精英，誰的人生比較划算，答案不言可喻。&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;贏了事業，輸了人生&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;有人用古瑪雅文化的活人獻祭，來形容追求A級人生的工作者。瑪雅皇宮貴族居住的中心地帶都有一個球場，凡是贏得球賽的人，就會被當作被神所選中的神聖的人，由祭司血祭給神；而贏家被砍頭祭給神明，被看成是件很光榮的事。超級精英不惜一切贏得A級人生，就好像在瑪雅球賽最後贏得勝利的人，所換到的不過是過勞死。根據統計，日本每年死於心臟病的21萬人，至少有20 ％是肇因於過勞，其中多半是中壯年上班族。追求 A 級人生本身沒錯，只是若只把人生當成是一場競技，就算贏得了勝利，卻輸掉了身體、輸掉家庭、也輸掉人生，這樣划算嗎？&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;事業高度 Vs.生命廣度&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;但追求B 級人生，是否太消極呢？ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;一位在媒體任職的劉小姐認為，B級人生重視「人生投資報酬率」，從追求工作表現的「高度」，轉為追求人生多采多姿的「廣度」，這是一種價值選擇的問題，與人生是否積極進取無關。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;她以研究所成績為例，一般研究生表現普普大約有85分，稍微認真一點有86分，一定要表現很亮眼才能拿到90分。她自己每天不眠不休，念完所有原文papers 才得到 89分，但其實只要稍微多花點心力念書，已經可以得到86分。為了多得那3分，劉小姐捨棄了社團活動與假日休閒。「一學期120天，每天多念3小時書，360小時只換來3分，想想真是划不來；若是拿360 小時做其他有意義的事，人生想必更精采.」 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;劉小姐認為，不論是課業或工作，都適用80-20法則，亦即80％的成績，來自於20％的付出。假設你有100小時，只要花20小時做A工作，就能拿到 80分，剩下的80小時，你有兩種選擇： &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;1精益求精在 A工作下苦工，最後拿到滿分100分； &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;2去做BCDE四件工作，每件工作投注20小時，各拿到80分，最後總分是5×8＝400 分。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;哪一種時間運用方式，投資報酬率較高，可帶給你更大的滿足感？這就是B級人生所要思考的問題。從連續2年蟬聯年終獎金第一名的理財專員工作引退，寧可在銀行櫃台當一般行員的安小姐，就是選擇 B級人生的例子。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;工作樂趣蕩然無存&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;大學畢業後，安小姐就在老字號的三商銀擔任臨櫃行員，辦理一般存款工作，5 年前 銀行民營化，她在組織重整後，被調到貴賓理財部門。 剛轉換跑道時，她相當滿意理專的生活，「可以說是虛榮吧！」安小姐說，這幾年理專儼然是當紅炸子雞，金控為訓練理專「伺候」金字塔頂端客層，安排許多繽紛的課 程，安小姐轉跑道第一年學到很多新鮮事，包括高爾夫、品酒品茗、藝術鑑賞、插花、命理星座等。課程的多采多姿，讓她學到許多人際應對技巧，而且第一年就考上多張證照，還幸運地拉到幾位「VIP大戶」(資產超過 300萬元) ，使她從工作中獲得不少成就感。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;每想到，第一年的一帆風順後，銀行開始調高安小姐的績效指標。「公司把我的業務目標訂得『比山高比海深』，高不可攀的業績壓力，令我深感挫折，工作樂趣也蕩然無存。」安小姐說，當時每天加班到晚上 10點是常態，甚至周末假日也不得閒。 「我不怕累，但我最怕客戶賠錢。如何在業績與顧客權益取得一個平衡點，令我飽受 煎熬」安小姐說。安小姐去年決心向公司遞出辭呈，但公司基於愛才，強力慰留她當銀行行員。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;人生，要學習「減法」 揮別年薪百萬的工作，安小姐沒有後悔。她說，人生前半段的職涯規畫，是一種「加法選擇」，所以擔任理專時，她不斷尋求各種可能性，為自己的職涯資本增值，包括薪水、職位等等。現在她則把人生當成「減法選擇」。她說，減法管理其實非常簡單︰在人生諸多追求的目標中，如金錢、地位、家庭、愛情、享受生活等等，一項一項刪除不是最重要的東西，最終留下一兩項，就是自己的人生目標。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;33歲的李勇毅過去一直是個眾人稱羨的電子新貴。擔任晶片設計研發工程師期間，李勇毅形容說，自己每天至少12小時和電腦相親相愛，忙碌一天後，再也提不起力氣做任何事，下班就直接打道回府，頂多倒在沙發前看電視，洗個澡，睡個覺，又是另一天的開始。他表示，大部分工程師的生活乏善可陳，根本沒時間參加聯誼活動結識異性，所以曠男怨女一堆。「工程師最大的座右銘就是努力工作、趕快賺 錢、盡快退休。」 再見！電子新貴 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;剛開始李勇毅也是抱著這種看法，但3年前他找到人生摯愛的伴侶，婚後生活有了重心，他開始無法忍受一天工作12小時的生活。 「4月結婚、 5月就決定考公職、7月如願考上高考第一志願電力工程，分發到民航局上班。」從電子新貴到小公務員，李勇毅的薪水足足縮水一半，但他毫不後悔。「以前我用時間換金錢，現在我用金錢買時間，把過去加班的時間，用來享受天倫之樂。&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;作家吳淡如說，「賺錢也賺到人生，才是最大幸福的人。」人生和金錢的關係有四種可能狀況：&lt;br /&gt;賺錢也賺到人生、&lt;br /&gt;不賺錢卻賺到人生、&lt;br /&gt;賺錢卻賠上人生、&lt;br /&gt;不賺錢也賠上人生。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;前兩者都是成功者，後兩者則為失敗者。賺錢也賺到人生，其實就是B級人生的真義，擁有一定水準的金錢，做自己想做的事情，才是人生的贏家。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379564879580145659-2775763225509890482?l=yunglin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/feeds/2775763225509890482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3379564879580145659&amp;postID=2775763225509890482' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/2775763225509890482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/2775763225509890482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/2007/07/b.html' title='B級人生'/><author><name>Yeong Yung Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071059846623135451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379564879580145659.post-4355156862754235305</id><published>2007-06-25T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T12:59:05.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as compared to Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;A group of alumni, highly established in their carets, got together to visit their old university professor. Conversation soon turned into complaints about their stress in work and life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups - porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite - telling them to help themselves to the coffee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said: "If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Be assured that the cup itself adds no quality to the coffee. In most cases it is just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we drink. What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best cups.... and then you began eyeing each other's cups. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Now consider this: Life is the coffee; the jobs, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life, and the type of cup we have does not define, nor change the quality of Life we live. Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee provided for us." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379564879580145659-4355156862754235305?l=yunglin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/feeds/4355156862754235305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3379564879580145659&amp;postID=4355156862754235305' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/4355156862754235305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/4355156862754235305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/2007/06/life-as-compared-to-coffee.html' title='Life as compared to Coffee'/><author><name>Yeong Yung Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071059846623135451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379564879580145659.post-5473442726047276336</id><published>2007-06-18T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T01:03:59.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Minute Management Course</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;An eagle was sitting on a tree resting, doing nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A small rabbit saw the eagle and asked him, "Can I also sit like you and do nothing?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The eagle answered: "Sure, why not." So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the eagle and rested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Management Lesson:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A turkey was chatting with a bull. "I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree," sighed the turkey, "but I haven't got the energy." "Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?" replied the bull. "They're packed with nutrients." The turkey pecked at a lump of dung, and found it actually gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree. The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch. Finally after a fourth night, the turkey was proudly perched at the top ofthe tree. He was promptly spotted by a farmer, who shot him out of the tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Management Lesson:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bull shit might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lesson Three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so cold; the bird frozen and fell to the ground into a large field. While he was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on him. As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realize how warm he was. The dung was actually thawing him out! He laid there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy. A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate. Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Management Lesson:&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) And &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;when you're in deep shit, it's best to keep your mouth shut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379564879580145659-5473442726047276336?l=yunglin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/feeds/5473442726047276336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3379564879580145659&amp;postID=5473442726047276336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/5473442726047276336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/5473442726047276336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/2007/06/3-minute-management-course.html' title='3 Minute Management Course'/><author><name>Yeong Yung Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071059846623135451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379564879580145659.post-1848684166799475514</id><published>2007-06-10T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T22:51:45.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to Tap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;WHERE TO TAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ever heard the story of the giant ship engine that failed? The ship's owners tried one expert after another, but none of them could figure but how to fix the engine. Then they brought in an old man who had been fixing ships since he was a youngster. He carried a large bag of tools with him, and when he arrived, he immediately went to work. He inspected the engine very carefully, top to bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Two of the ship's owners were there, watching this man, hoping he would know what to do. After looking things over, the old man reached into his bag and pulled out a small hammer. He gently tapped something. Instantly, the engine lurched into life. He carefully put his hammer away. The engine was fixed! A week later, the owners received a bill from the old man for ten thousand dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"What?!" the owners exclaimed. "He hardly did anything!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So they wrote the old man a note saying, "Please send us an itemized bill."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The man sent a bill that read:&lt;br /&gt;Tapping with a hammer ........................ $ 2.00&lt;br /&gt;Knowing where to tap ............................ $ 9998.00&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;“Effort is important, but knowing where to make an effort in your life makes all the difference.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379564879580145659-1848684166799475514?l=yunglin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/feeds/1848684166799475514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3379564879580145659&amp;postID=1848684166799475514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/1848684166799475514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/1848684166799475514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/2007/06/where-to-tap.html' title='Where to Tap'/><author><name>Yeong Yung Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071059846623135451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379564879580145659.post-1733232675414549362</id><published>2007-05-15T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T19:22:31.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 secrets of Success</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ee6KHJSMSmY/RkmXr2Mf8dI/AAAAAAAAAD4/f0wLiuMpuyU/s1600-h/7+secrets+of+success"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064746035492942290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ee6KHJSMSmY/RkmXr2Mf8dI/AAAAAAAAAD4/f0wLiuMpuyU/s400/7+secrets+of+success" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3379564879580145659-1733232675414549362?l=yunglin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/feeds/1733232675414549362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3379564879580145659&amp;postID=1733232675414549362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/1733232675414549362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3379564879580145659/posts/default/1733232675414549362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yunglin.blogspot.com/2007/05/7-secrets-of-success.html' title='7 secrets of Success'/><author><name>Yeong Yung Lin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12071059846623135451</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ee6KHJSMSmY/RkmXr2Mf8dI/AAAAAAAAAD4/f0wLiuMpuyU/s72-c/7+secrets+of+success' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3379564879580145659.post-6805381926996342526</id><published>2007-04-28T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T19:14:14.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ee6KHJSMSmY/Rhv0Mj10nZI/AAAAAAAAADE/QbM8Q6ZtXm8/s1600-h/P4060038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051899903642738066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ee6KHJSMSmY/Rhv0Mj10nZI/AAAAAAAAADE/QbM8Q6ZtXm8/s320/P4060038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Friends who did A-Level together in HELP previously. A-44 rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051899512800714114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ee6KHJSMSmY/Rhvz1z10nYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/misOmB2XYW0/s320/P4060040.JPG" border="0" /&gt; All the Drunken Master&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(all get drunk in this place where we take this photo before except Gary &amp; Jolene)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ee6KHJSMSmY/RhvzVj10nXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/EI528W_-40E/s1600-h/P4060069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051898958749932914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ee6KHJSMSmY/RhvzVj10nXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/EI528W_-40E/s320/P4060069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at this 3 funny sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;They were trying to hide from camera but willing to take at last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ee6KHJSMSmY/Rhvy0j10nWI/AAAAAAAAACs/W3j-zL7c-Ns/s1600-h/P4060072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051898391814249826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ee6KHJSMSmY/Rhvy0j10nWI/AAAAAAAAACs/W3j-zL7c-Ns/s320/P4060072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Photo with supermodels. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Doubt so ya...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ee6KHJSMSmY/RhvySj10nVI/AAAAAAAAACk/fg3cjQvaUPQ/s1600-h/P4060076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051897807698697554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ee6KHJSMSmY/RhvySj10nVI/AAAAAAAAACk/fg3cjQvaUPQ/s320/P4060076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How Theng&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yit Jern&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(My dear "Soh Lou" &amp; "Dai Lou")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ee6KHJSMSmY/RhvvLz10nQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/AYGptk0HwkE/s1600-h/P4060091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051894393199697154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ee6KHJSMSmY/RhvvLz10nQI/AAAAAAAAAB8/AYGptk0HwkE/s320/P4060091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;2 same faces caught in a photo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Hihi. Jk ni la. They r twins.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ee6KHJSMSmY/RhvvkT10nRI/AAAAAAAAACE/wl23ENJ8T10/s1600-h/P4060090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051894814106492178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ee6KHJSMSmY/RhvvkT10nRI/AAAAAAAAACE/wl23ENJ8T10/s320/P4060090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Look at the height difference. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(a super model posed at the back)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ee6KHJSMSmY/RhvwFD10nSI/AAAAAAAAACM/KQz64wjNYec/s1600-h/P4060084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051895376747207970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ee6KHJSMSmY/RhvwFD10nSI/AAAAAAAAACM/KQz64wjNYec/s320/P4060084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Wow... Nice pose wor. Haha....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(James ar... Stand closer la...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ee6KHJSMSmY/RhvwiD10nTI/AAAAAAAAACU/R3ZnMQMtv_g/s1600-h/P4060082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051895874963414322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ee6KHJSMSmY/RhvwiD10nTI/AAAAAAAAACU/R3ZnMQMtv_g/s320/P4060082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sweet friends from Monash University&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ee6KHJSMSmY/RhvuSD10nOI/AAAAAAAAABs/WAwvNMw3Pa4/s1600-h/P4060093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051893401062251746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ee6KHJSMSmY/RhvuSD10nOI/AAAAAAAAABs/WAwvNMw3Pa4/s320/P4060093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;My buddies from MBS caught me for some terrible stunts after that. Sweat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ee6KHJSMSmY/Rhvuwz10nPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/PJZAJXLOYO0/s1600-h/P4060092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051893929343229170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ee6KHJSMSmY/Rhvuwz10nPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/PJZAJXLOYO0/s320/P4060092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Great guys from MBS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But sum ppl like to play wif ppl buttock when taking photo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ee6KHJSMSmY/Rhvx6j10nUI/AAAAAAAAACc/ShWCb2wsKIE/s1600-h/P4060078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051897395381837122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ee6KHJSMSmY/Rhvx6j10nUI/AAAAAAAAACc/ShWCb2wsKIE/s320/P4060078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;My lovely relatives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;The Yeong/ YongS. :)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ee6KHJSMSmY/Rhvx6j10nUI/AAAAAAAAACc/ShWCb2wsKIE/s1600-h/P4060078.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ee6KHJSMSmY/RjMzsGMf8bI/AAAAAAAAADk/78vA0JLXPOQ/s1600-h/P4060047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058443639137497522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ee6KHJSMSmY/RjMzsGMf8bI/AAAAAAAAADk/78vA0JLXPOQ/s320/P4060047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The YongS as well. But not my relatives ler.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Mei, y ur head senget de? :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;*There still many photos which I've not uploaded. Sorry if your face is not in the photos wor. 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