<?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-4292148258761716803</id><updated>2012-01-31T00:00:01.508+08:00</updated><category term='romance'/><category term='motivation'/><category term='humour'/><category term='knowledge'/><category term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Wisdom of Life.</title><subtitle type='html'>for the knowledgeable person to be more wiser.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1740</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-2861306867126808928</id><published>2012-01-31T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T00:00:01.514+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><title type='text'>Musical Inspiration....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: justify;"&gt;The other week while staying in my son's home in Singapore, I learned something interesting from my daughter in law, Chee Ying. She works as a legal advisor with an International Firm. A great lady who works and at the same time a strong and caring mother, husband and daughter to her family. Most of the time, she remains in her home to do her daily work and assignments for her company.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: justify;"&gt;I asked her how she could perform so well for her boss while she has to fence for the family. While taking care of her three growing children and attending her sickly mum, she has to surf and interact through her laptop most of the time. There were calls coming in and she had to speak effectively to all her clients too. Definitely not me! I won't be able to perform and work efficiently with so much of distraction in the house. Back at home, I have my own locked office room where I do my daily planning and write up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: justify;"&gt;According to Chee Ying, she enjoyed working while seeing her family around. They were their motivators who give her the inspiration to excel. The noise and disturbance could never distract her. Even when she was young, she needed the music and TV for excitement to make her studied. I think she is totally right because Alvin, my eldest son was the same. When he was a kid, I had to scold him endlessly for listening to his walk-man's music and switching on the TV for entertainment while preparing for his examination. I stopped bothering him until when he could pass with flying colour in all his studies. He ended his education with a super Honour in England later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: justify;"&gt;Moral of the story - Each individual thinks differently. We require different energies to spur our brains. Some need the softer approaches, while the others might need more sophisticated and creative ways. You have to soul search yourself. So the next time when you see your children who love the music while studying, try not to nag at them so soon. Be more observance to understand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #990000; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8YvUJzKxQnE/TyDPwP60AuI/AAAAAAAAFM4/0HHTa7xYUxk/s1600/music_is_my_inspiration_ii_by_lienke.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8YvUJzKxQnE/TyDPwP60AuI/AAAAAAAAFM4/0HHTa7xYUxk/s320/music_is_my_inspiration_ii_by_lienke.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #990000; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #b45f06; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Without music life would be a mistake - &lt;i&gt;Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292148258761716803-2861306867126808928?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/2861306867126808928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=2861306867126808928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/2861306867126808928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/2861306867126808928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2012/01/musical-inspiration.html' title='Musical Inspiration....'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8YvUJzKxQnE/TyDPwP60AuI/AAAAAAAAFM4/0HHTa7xYUxk/s72-c/music_is_my_inspiration_ii_by_lienke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-5820214940767222170</id><published>2012-01-30T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T00:00:04.436+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><title type='text'>Don't ask for discount when you want a good job to be done</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ah Soon is my car repairer and sprayer. Last week my car was slightly hit at the back with a dented mudguard. Since the New Year was drawing near and I needed to drive to Singapore, I called Ah Soon to pick up my car for&amp;nbsp; repairing. He is a guy who could give a shine to one without the brightness. I mean to change the look of an old car like mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ah Soon came in the early morning to take my car and promised to bring it back after three days. I just told him what I wanted to be done and not one word was asked over the charges. Later of the day, little darling was curious about the repairs bill. I told her it's up to Ah Soon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; text-align: justify;"&gt;The reason was simply I trusted him who would do a good job as promised. When one trusts another person, you don't doubt the other person's creditability and value. In fact by not even knowing what was the final cost of the repair, I had put a lot of pressure on my friend. He knew I have the fullest confidence in him, and he knew he had to deliver. He had to give his best to an unquestionable customer, who seldom comes by in life. True enough! Three days later when he brought back my Honda, it was almost like a brand new motor car. Every corner was properly done with shines from inside to the outside. Believe me, the charges were very reasonable. Not forgetting he had to provide home delivery as well. I was&amp;nbsp; totally a satisfied customer and I paid him immediately without question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; text-align: justify;"&gt;My personal view.. A lousy customer is one who would request for discount prior to any buying or transaction. The more one who demands, the least he might gain. After all, the seller or the repairer isn't a fool too. Be reasonable and be fair, and the outcome would always turn fruitful and satisfying. And I'm sure little darling learns as she reads my contents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #674ea7; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-53RS8mHGeUc/Tx4vAF3HLiI/AAAAAAAAFMY/pCFsOG9Jmrs/s1600/CARWASH-BOY.174190315_std.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-53RS8mHGeUc/Tx4vAF3HLiI/AAAAAAAAFMY/pCFsOG9Jmrs/s320/CARWASH-BOY.174190315_std.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;I like this proverb - &lt;i style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;“Be realistic, demand the impossible!”    - Che Guevara quote&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/76172.Che_Guevara"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292148258761716803-5820214940767222170?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/5820214940767222170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=5820214940767222170&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/5820214940767222170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/5820214940767222170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2012/01/dont-ask-for-discount-when-you-want.html' title='Don&apos;t ask for discount when you want a good job to be done'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-53RS8mHGeUc/Tx4vAF3HLiI/AAAAAAAAFMY/pCFsOG9Jmrs/s72-c/CARWASH-BOY.174190315_std.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-7780254331374498145</id><published>2012-01-29T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T00:00:02.234+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><title type='text'>What is golf???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Ranjit, my good friend was trying to persuade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;me to take up golfing. He sent me a list of explanation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RKBMfjcIFhE/Tx-X6G5VhnI/AAAAAAAAFMw/nj8shWe6zlw/s1600/GOLF39_demo.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RKBMfjcIFhE/Tx-X6G5VhnI/AAAAAAAAFMw/nj8shWe6zlw/s320/GOLF39_demo.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;GOLF AND WHAT IT  ALL MEANS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&amp;nbsp; Golf&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; can best be defined as an endless series of tragedies  obscured by the occasional miracle, followed by a good bottle of beer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Golf&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; ! You hit down to make the ball go up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #1f497d; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;You swing left and the ball goes right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #1f497d; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;The lowest score wins, on top of that, the  winner buys the drinks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Golf&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is harder than baseball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #1f497d; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;In &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Golf&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,  you have to play your foul balls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  If you find you do not mind playing &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Golf&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #1f497d; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;in the rain, the snow, even during a  hurricane, here's a valuable tip ........ your life is in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Golf&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;ers who try to make everything perfect before taking the  shot rarely make a perfect shot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  A '&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;gimme&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;' can best be defined as an agreement between two  golfers ...neither of whom can putt very well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  An interesting thing about &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Golf&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is that no matter how  badly you play, it is always possible to get worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Golf&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;'s a hard game to figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;One day  you'll go out and slice it and shank it, hit into all the traps and miss  every green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="color: #1f497d; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;The next day you go out and for no reason  at all you&lt;span style="color: #1f497d;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;really stink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  If your best shots are the practice swing and the 'gimme putt', you might  wish to reconsider this game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Golf&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is the only sport where the most feared opponent is  you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Golf&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is like marriage, If you take yourself too seriously  it won't work, and both are expensive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;  The best wood in most amateurs' bags is the pencil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;  SENIOR'S DAY AT THE COURSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;  David Letterman's Top Ten Reasons Why Golf Is Better Than Sex...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;  #10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;... A below par performance is considered damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;#09&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;... You can stop in the middle and have a cheeseburger and a  couple of beers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;#08&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;... It's much easier to find the sweet spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;#07&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;... Foursomes are encouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;#06&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;... You can still make money doing it as a senior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;#05&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;... Three times a day is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;#04&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;... Your partner doesn't hire a lawyer if you play with&lt;span style="color: #004080;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;#03&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;... If you live in Florida , you can do it almost every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;#02&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;... You don't have to cuddle with your partner when&lt;span style="color: #004080;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;you're finished.&lt;br /&gt;  And the &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;NUMBER ONE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; reason why golf is better than  sex.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;#01&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;... When your equipment gets old you can replace it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Instead! I told him... I still prefer the one hole golf at home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292148258761716803-7780254331374498145?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/7780254331374498145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=7780254331374498145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/7780254331374498145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/7780254331374498145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2012/01/what-is-golf.html' title='What is golf???'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RKBMfjcIFhE/Tx-X6G5VhnI/AAAAAAAAFMw/nj8shWe6zlw/s72-c/GOLF39_demo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-2327398603811925120</id><published>2012-01-28T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T00:00:11.644+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>I just helped him to cry....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rwM0bbViZBU/Tx-TMxDGArI/AAAAAAAAFMo/QRw-_GVE7Ho/s1600/pict.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rwM0bbViZBU/Tx-TMxDGArI/AAAAAAAAFMo/QRw-_GVE7Ho/s320/pict.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once&lt;br /&gt;Talked about a contest he was asked to judge. &lt;br /&gt;The purpose of the&lt;br /&gt;Contest was to find the most caring child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The winner was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A four-year-old child, whose next door&lt;br /&gt;neighbor was an elderly gentleman, who had recently lost his&lt;br /&gt;wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old&lt;br /&gt;Gentleman's' yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When his mother asked him what he had&lt;br /&gt;said to the neighbor, the little boy just said, 'Nothing, I just&lt;br /&gt;Helped him cry.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/4292148258761716803-2327398603811925120?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/2327398603811925120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=2327398603811925120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/2327398603811925120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/2327398603811925120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2012/01/i-just-helped-him-to-cry.html' title='I just helped him to cry....'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rwM0bbViZBU/Tx-TMxDGArI/AAAAAAAAFMo/QRw-_GVE7Ho/s72-c/pict.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-6744429592288872200</id><published>2012-01-27T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T00:00:00.014+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>The Hippopotamus and the Tortoise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;Much of life&lt;br /&gt;can never be explained, only witnessed.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: black; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rachel Naomi Remen, MD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WzJvzv-EwbQ/TxrUG7thJrI/AAAAAAAAFLg/YcZfagliy7M/s1600/image001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WzJvzv-EwbQ/TxrUG7thJrI/AAAAAAAAFLg/YcZfagliy7M/s320/image001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: black; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;NAIROBI&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt; (AFP)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A baby hippopotamus&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;that survived the tsunami waves on the Kenyan coast, has formed a strong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bond with a giant male century-old tortoise in an animal&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;facility in&lt;br /&gt;the port city of Mombassa , officials said.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The hippopotamus,&lt;br /&gt;nicknamed Owen and weighing about 300 kilograms (650 pounds), was swept down&lt;br /&gt;Sabaki&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;River&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; into the Indian Ocean , then forced back to shore when&lt;br /&gt;tsunami waves struck the Kenyan coast on December 26, before wildlife rangers&lt;br /&gt;rescued him.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XUrFcb10z7A/TxrUT0fyepI/AAAAAAAAFLo/6VLGc54kj0Q/s1600/image002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XUrFcb10z7A/TxrUT0fyepI/AAAAAAAAFLo/6VLGc54kj0Q/s320/image002.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'It is incredible. A-less-than-a-year-old&lt;br /&gt;hippo has adopted a male tortoise, about a century old, and the tortoise seems&lt;br /&gt;to be very happy with being a 'mother',' ecologist&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Paula Kahumbu, who is&lt;br /&gt;in charge of Lafarge Park , told AFP.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMYjeoyDqq8/TxrUhYRHshI/AAAAAAAAFLw/iv9Wv8JVXvE/s1600/image003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VMYjeoyDqq8/TxrUhYRHshI/AAAAAAAAFLw/iv9Wv8JVXvE/s320/image003.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;'After it was swept away and lost its mother,&lt;br /&gt;the hippo was traumatized. It had to look for something to be a surrogate&lt;br /&gt;mother. Fortunately, it landed on the tortoise and established a strong bond.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;They swim, eat and sleep together,' the ecologist&lt;br /&gt;added.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;'The hippo follows the tortoise exactly the way it followed&lt;br /&gt;its mother.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;If somebody approaches the tortoise, the hippo becomes&lt;br /&gt;aggressive, as if protecting its biological mother,' Kahumbu added&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VlqJdA13TF0/TxrU-HUhSPI/AAAAAAAAFL4/o8geOuqffjE/s1600/image004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="194" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VlqJdA13TF0/TxrU-HUhSPI/AAAAAAAAFL4/o8geOuqffjE/s320/image004.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'The hippo is a young baby, he was left at a&lt;br /&gt;very tender age and by nature, hippos are social animals that like to stay with&lt;br /&gt;their mothers for four years,' he explained.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fL3b3n8K3PE/TxrVjw2AP9I/AAAAAAAAFMI/iYHPiqaSIus/s1600/image006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fL3b3n8K3PE/TxrVjw2AP9I/AAAAAAAAFMI/iYHPiqaSIus/s320/image006.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bMz2NFv0Prs/TxrVR9zbGaI/AAAAAAAAFMA/fUsmkShquhc/s1600/image005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bMz2NFv0Prs/TxrVR9zbGaI/AAAAAAAAFMA/fUsmkShquhc/s320/image005.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;'Life is not measured by the number of&lt;br /&gt;breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.'&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2OxOgwJIB1I/TxrVv1Bd56I/AAAAAAAAFMQ/mxoeZItxCTE/s1600/image007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2OxOgwJIB1I/TxrVv1Bd56I/AAAAAAAAFMQ/mxoeZItxCTE/s320/image007.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is a real story that shows that our&lt;br /&gt;differences don't matter much when we need the comfort of another.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt;"&gt;"The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt;"&gt;greatness of humanity is not in being human, but in being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt;"&gt;humane"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&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/4292148258761716803-6744429592288872200?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/6744429592288872200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=6744429592288872200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/6744429592288872200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/6744429592288872200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2012/01/hippopotamus-and-tortoise.html' title='The Hippopotamus and the Tortoise.'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WzJvzv-EwbQ/TxrUG7thJrI/AAAAAAAAFLg/YcZfagliy7M/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-2322401391140152196</id><published>2012-01-26T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T00:00:06.201+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Will You Dance With Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A2qjnp1Ytk4/TxrPYe6-g5I/AAAAAAAAFLQ/WDgRnTy9W38/s1600/tumblr_lf6xl92Cab1qcg8wio1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A2qjnp1Ytk4/TxrPYe6-g5I/AAAAAAAAFLQ/WDgRnTy9W38/s320/tumblr_lf6xl92Cab1qcg8wio1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I ask my little darling...Will You Dance With Me?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;READ THIS VERY SLOWLY..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;IT'S PRETTY PROFOUND. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img /&gt;&lt;img /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Too many people put off something that brings them joy just because they haven't thought about it, don't have it on their schedule, didn't know it was coming or are too rigid to depart from their routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got to thinking one day about all those women on the Titanic who passed up dessert at dinner that fateful night in an effort to cut back. &amp;gt;From then on, I've tried to be a little more flexible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;How many women out there will eat at home because their husband didn't suggest going out to dinner until after something had been thawed? Does the word 'refrigeration' mean nothing to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How often have your kids dropped in to talk and sat in silence while you watched ' Jeopardy ' on television?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;I cannot count the times I called my sister and said, 'How about going to lunch in a half hour?' She would gas up and stammer, 'I can't. I have clothes on the line. My hair is dirty. I wish I had known yesterday, I had a late breakfast, It looks like rain.' And my personal favourite: 'It's Monday.' She died a few years ago. We never did have lunch together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Because we cram so much into our lives, we tend to schedule our headaches. We live on a sparse diet of promises we make to ourselves when all the conditions are perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;We'll go back and visit the grandparents when we get Steve toilet-trained. We'll entertain when we replace the living-room carpet... We'll go on a second honeymoon when we get two more kids out of college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Life has a way of accelerating as we get older. The days get shorter, and the list of promises to ourselves gets longer. One morning, we awaken, and all we have to show for our lives is a litany of 'I'm going to,' 'I plan on,' and 'Someday, when things are settled down a bit.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img /&gt;&lt;img /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When anyone calls my 'seize the moment' friend, she is open to adventure and available for trips. She keeps an open mind on new ideas. Her enthusiasm for life is contagious. You talk with her for five minutes, and you're ready to trade your bad feet for a pair of Roller blades and skip an elevator for a bungee cord..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My lips have not touched ice cream in 10 years. I love ice cream. It's just that I might as well apply it directly to my stomach with a spatula and eliminate the digestive process The other day, I stopped the car and bought a triple-Decker. If my car had hit an iceberg on the way home, I would have died happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now...go on and have a nice day. Do something you WANT to......not something on your SHOULD DO list. If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img /&gt;&lt;img /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Make sure you read this to the end; you will understand why I sent this to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have you ever watched kids playing on a merry go round or listened to the rain lapping on the ground? Ever followed a butter fly's erratic flight or gazed at the sun into the fading night? Do you run through each day on the fly? When you ask ' How are you?' Do you hear the reply?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;When the day is done, do you lie in your bed with the next hundred chores running through your head? Ever told your child, 'We'll do it tomorrow.' And in your haste, not see his sorrow? Ever lost touch? Let a good friendship die? Just call to say 'Hi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When you worry and hurry through your day, it is like an unopened gift....Thrown away..... Life is not a race.&amp;nbsp; Take it slower. Hear the music before the song is over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;To all my readers -&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;'Life may not be the party we hoped for.. but while we are here we might as well dance'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292148258761716803-2322401391140152196?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/2322401391140152196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=2322401391140152196&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/2322401391140152196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/2322401391140152196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2012/01/will-you-dance-with-me.html' title='Will You Dance With Me?'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A2qjnp1Ytk4/TxrPYe6-g5I/AAAAAAAAFLQ/WDgRnTy9W38/s72-c/tumblr_lf6xl92Cab1qcg8wio1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-5763212921256458412</id><published>2012-01-25T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T13:33:31.652+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>No increase in Salary....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-so650beVyik/TxrLJTIfv5I/AAAAAAAAFLI/9UvTuzkMg9M/s1600/Salary.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-so650beVyik/TxrLJTIfv5I/AAAAAAAAFLI/9UvTuzkMg9M/s320/Salary.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Something worth pondering...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you work in a place where the people give the least and expect the most, the result is quite similar to the above picture which spells exactly what is happening in our world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Simple solution -&amp;nbsp;“Don’t complain; just work harder.” &amp;nbsp;- Randy Pausch quote&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292148258761716803-5763212921256458412?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/5763212921256458412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=5763212921256458412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/5763212921256458412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/5763212921256458412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2012/01/something-worth-pondering.html' title='No increase in Salary....'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-so650beVyik/TxrLJTIfv5I/AAAAAAAAFLI/9UvTuzkMg9M/s72-c/Salary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-5596481006989181363</id><published>2012-01-24T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T00:00:04.404+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>So Strange But True....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Epw1cmGZaOw/TxrIEyN34aI/AAAAAAAAFLA/ZEBoy7furJk/s1600/ATT00828.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Epw1cmGZaOw/TxrIEyN34aI/AAAAAAAAFLA/ZEBoy7furJk/s320/ATT00828.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'times new roman','new york',times,serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a11f12; font-size: 18pt;"&gt;So strange ....&lt;br /&gt;RM50.00 looks so big amount when you give to a poor ...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #a11f12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But looks small when you give it as a tip in HOTEL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying to God for 3 min looks hard................&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #a11f12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But 3 hrs of movie is ok for us &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After whole days of hardwork , we have no problem of going to the gym...........&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #a11f12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to do house work and help mom/wife; we feel tired &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wait for 1 full year for valentines day, and we know it..........&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #a11f12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when do mother's day come; We never know...............&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #a11f12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One couldn't give a piece of bread to the child in the picture above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #004080;"&gt; ............&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #a11f12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this painting where he looks sad was sold for RM10,000.00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #004080;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a11f12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To forward this msg we will think.................but to forward jokes we never think.....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #a11f12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY STRANGE…………!!! &amp;nbsp; But its True........!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1f497d;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292148258761716803-5596481006989181363?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/5596481006989181363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=5596481006989181363&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/5596481006989181363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/5596481006989181363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2012/01/so-strange-but-true.html' title='So Strange But True....'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Epw1cmGZaOw/TxrIEyN34aI/AAAAAAAAFLA/ZEBoy7furJk/s72-c/ATT00828.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-5894440831713144841</id><published>2012-01-23T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T00:00:06.865+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Today is Chinese New Year. Not forgetting we had just celebrated the New Year on the 1st and another celebration again now. I guess we Chinese are lucky, especially this year when our Lunar Year is in the month of January. What is Chinese New Year to me? Hmmm good to ponder a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;When I was a small child, Chinese New Year was the happiest moment of time. No school for a week, father coffee shop was closed for a few days and mum would allow us to gamble in the house. On other days strictly no gambling. All children would be receiving angpow, red packets containing cash. The married had to give these angpow to the unmarried. Is a must! During this childhood, I learned to receive as many red packets as possible. Visiting all relatives, especially those who gave bigger packets. I learned to hunt and prospect from givers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Later when I got marry, I no longer received angpow from anybody. All the little children and relatives were expecting me to give. So! Before the Chinese New Year approached, I had to work hard to save enough for the festival. I was told, the more I gave... The more I would be blessed. When I was a child, our red packets were only the coins. Time had changed. The packets had to be increased as well. Today I have to give 200 dollars each to all my little brothers. They are not shy to open the packets immediately. Anything less, they would demand for more. During this period of my life, I learned to give and to give happily without the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;After living this long on earth, and celebrated 64 years of our Chinese New Year, I learned to understand the word... Happiness. The saying goes.. "The beauty of life does not depend on how happy you are but on how happy others can be because of you". Today, I no longer wish to receive but rather to give as much as possible, especially to those who are not happy for some reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TDZfDGol2vg/TxgsV7EcqDI/AAAAAAAAFK4/BFaudjcAiPw/s1600/chinese-new-year-2012.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TDZfDGol2vg/TxgsV7EcqDI/AAAAAAAAFK4/BFaudjcAiPw/s320/chinese-new-year-2012.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy Chinese New Year to all my Chinese friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292148258761716803-5894440831713144841?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/5894440831713144841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=5894440831713144841&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/5894440831713144841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/5894440831713144841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2012/01/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year....'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TDZfDGol2vg/TxgsV7EcqDI/AAAAAAAAFK4/BFaudjcAiPw/s72-c/chinese-new-year-2012.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-7635398751841140338</id><published>2012-01-22T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T00:00:08.253+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><title type='text'>NEVER ASSUME THAT MEN UNDERSTAND!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_xMSYNx75_M/Txgcn8ouzTI/AAAAAAAAFKw/jEysMm6nJ4M/s1600/ges.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_xMSYNx75_M/Txgcn8ouzTI/AAAAAAAAFKw/jEysMm6nJ4M/s1600/ges.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #595959;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A woman was in a coma.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had been in it for months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurses were in her room giving her a bed bath.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them was washing her private area and noticed that there was a slight response on the monitor whenever she touched her there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They tried it again and sure enough, there was definite movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went to her husband and told him what happened, telling him,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;'As crazy as this sounds, maybe a little 'Oral sex' will do the trick &amp;amp; bring her out of the coma'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;The husband was skeptical, but they assured him that they would close the curtains for privacy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;The husband finally agreed and went into his wife's room.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes the woman's monitor flat lined, no pulse, no heart rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurses run back into the room.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;'What happened!?&lt;/i&gt;' they cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The husband said,&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;'I'm not sure; maybe she choked.!'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #888888; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #888888;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #888888;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #888888; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #888888;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #888888;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #888888;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #888888;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #888888;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292148258761716803-7635398751841140338?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/7635398751841140338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=7635398751841140338&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/7635398751841140338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/7635398751841140338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2012/01/never-assume-that-men-understand.html' title='NEVER ASSUME THAT MEN UNDERSTAND!'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_xMSYNx75_M/Txgcn8ouzTI/AAAAAAAAFKw/jEysMm6nJ4M/s72-c/ges.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-1820731873214579947</id><published>2012-01-21T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T00:00:00.065+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><title type='text'>Very Rare Celebrity Photo's.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Rare Photos, especially the last one you must not miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9tpAn5aK2cU/TxbtvCCd6DI/AAAAAAAAFKg/7gJ_sy291CQ/s1600/ATT00001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9tpAn5aK2cU/TxbtvCCd6DI/AAAAAAAAFKg/7gJ_sy291CQ/s320/ATT00001.jpg" width="319" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Michael Jackson &amp;amp; Paul McCartney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3QohVxYnRWI/TxbqwuAsQcI/AAAAAAAAFJI/E5ZuswnWjtA/s1600/ATT00002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3QohVxYnRWI/TxbqwuAsQcI/AAAAAAAAFJI/E5ZuswnWjtA/s320/ATT00002.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michael Jackson, Francis Ford Coppola &amp;amp; George Lucas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aLGKMdIIxls/Txbq78XUTeI/AAAAAAAAFJQ/NmS5zqR6W50/s1600/ATT00003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aLGKMdIIxls/Txbq78XUTeI/AAAAAAAAFJQ/NmS5zqR6W50/s320/ATT00003.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Beatles &amp;amp; Little Richard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E-3EPPRJGk4/TxbrG_0m5pI/AAAAAAAAFJY/HWUpVwR-4JA/s1600/ATT00004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E-3EPPRJGk4/TxbrG_0m5pI/AAAAAAAAFJY/HWUpVwR-4JA/s320/ATT00004.jpg" width="264" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dean Martin, Shirley MacLaine &amp;amp; Elvis Presley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YIBW5YXh4zo/Txbr3rsQoII/AAAAAAAAFJ4/AXsh4lRdeWY/s1600/ATT00005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YIBW5YXh4zo/Txbr3rsQoII/AAAAAAAAFJ4/AXsh4lRdeWY/s320/ATT00005.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Elizabeth Taylor Diana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EPyGYPI_oks/TxbspCOXd0I/AAAAAAAAFKQ/wGattvpEJI8/s1600/ATT00006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EPyGYPI_oks/TxbspCOXd0I/AAAAAAAAFKQ/wGattvpEJI8/s320/ATT00006.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Robert Foo, Little darling and You &lt;/span&gt;(The Black One)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4292148258761716803-1820731873214579947?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/1820731873214579947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=1820731873214579947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/1820731873214579947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/1820731873214579947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2012/01/very-rare-celebrity-photos.html' title='Very Rare Celebrity Photo&apos;s.....'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9tpAn5aK2cU/TxbtvCCd6DI/AAAAAAAAFKg/7gJ_sy291CQ/s72-c/ATT00001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-1348477851410128746</id><published>2012-01-20T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T00:00:04.191+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><title type='text'>Pen is mightier than the sword</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Selling tips...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Recently while attending our company convention, I bound on a well dressed agent who introduced himself as Lee. He kept calling me Sifu, as master of the trade in selling life insurance. He claimed that when he started selling as a rookie agent 7 years ago, he had attended few of my platform sharing. The learning from me has tremendously, helped him to sell successfully in our industry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Out of curiosity, I asked Lee what he had gathered from me, which he is still applying. Without hesitation, he took out his pen from his &amp;nbsp;pocket shirt. Seven years ago I was carrying only ball pen, those which came by three in one packet. They were cheap usable pen which were available in all stationery shops. But it was you, Mr Robert Foo who suggested that a pen is an important tool when we are selling. Selling needs presentation and an effective presentation requires a good indicator or a marker to show. Never use our finger to highlight information. A pen is the most ideal tool to be the indicator when we explain to our clients. Never try to save cost by using cheap pen. To demonstrate your ability and success, a good agent would use an expensive pen. One that all eyes could recognise. After all a branded pen isn't going to cost by the thousands but is certainly going to carry a lot of weight. Just imagine, you are requesting the client to sign the dotted line and his life premium is by the thousands, and you let him hold your cheap ball pen which costs less than a dollar! Clients might loose confidence in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-63hom37fYBw/TxgZ-4kO1eI/AAAAAAAAFKo/WD9skGWtPZo/s1600/pen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-63hom37fYBw/TxgZ-4kO1eI/AAAAAAAAFKo/WD9skGWtPZo/s320/pen.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Lee was proud to show his pen of black, coated gold by the edge. I know is a very expensive one. His pen reflected his achievement and his powerful voice demonstrated his victory. I too was glad that I had good student who took my advices. Congratulation Lee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #990000;"&gt;Food for thought &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;"The act of putting pen to paper encourages pause for thought, this in turn makes us think more deeply about life, which helps us regain our equilibrium" - Norbet Platt quote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292148258761716803-1348477851410128746?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/1348477851410128746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=1348477851410128746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/1348477851410128746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/1348477851410128746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2012/01/pen-is-mightier-than-sword.html' title='Pen is mightier than the sword'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-63hom37fYBw/TxgZ-4kO1eI/AAAAAAAAFKo/WD9skGWtPZo/s72-c/pen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-3760927247534860325</id><published>2012-01-19T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T00:00:03.631+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><title type='text'>Methods of Love.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;T&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;hrough the years I learned to understand more of love. Let me share the Methods of Love today....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Kiss on the ear indicates I'm horny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Kiss on the cheek represents We're friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Kiss on the hand is like telling.. I adore you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Kiss on the shoulder means I want you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Kiss on the lips... I Love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Holding hands is to say... We can learn to love each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Looking into each other's eyes... Let's get romantic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;If Maram reads, he might disagree with me or if Wan who reads my blog everyday, he would always says yes no matter what my topics are or if this feminine lady Adel comes around, she might have her own version. I'm anxiously waiting to see who has the guts to tell me more about love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gU90QS8x9vQ/Tw7tCIhLtQI/AAAAAAAAFIY/sSe_4xCHVas/s1600/The_Colour_Method_By_J3Concepts_1920X1200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gU90QS8x9vQ/Tw7tCIhLtQI/AAAAAAAAFIY/sSe_4xCHVas/s320/The_Colour_Method_By_J3Concepts_1920X1200.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Finally... The Constitution of Love Code... "If you love someone, show them and say so!"&lt;/b&gt;&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/4292148258761716803-3760927247534860325?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/3760927247534860325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=3760927247534860325&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/3760927247534860325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/3760927247534860325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2012/01/methods-of-love.html' title='Methods of Love.....'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gU90QS8x9vQ/Tw7tCIhLtQI/AAAAAAAAFIY/sSe_4xCHVas/s72-c/The_Colour_Method_By_J3Concepts_1920X1200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-6546191200904864600</id><published>2012-01-18T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T00:00:05.750+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>God's Wife.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GL1vQxbCQf0/Tw7ggAZjOwI/AAAAAAAAFIQ/hGHZAeJWCiY/s1600/Young_boy_holding_womans_hand_as_they_walk_on_WV06974.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GL1vQxbCQf0/Tw7ggAZjOwI/AAAAAAAAFIQ/hGHZAeJWCiY/s320/Young_boy_holding_womans_hand_as_they_walk_on_WV06974.jpg" width="206" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;An eye witness account from &amp;nbsp;New York&amp;nbsp;City, on a cold day in December,&amp;nbsp;some years ago: A little boy,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;about 10-years-old, was standing before a shoe store on the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;roadway, barefooted, peering through the window, and shivering&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;With cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A lady approached the young boy and said,&amp;nbsp;'My, but you're in such deep thought staring in that window!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;'I was asking God to give me a pair of&amp;nbsp;shoes,'was the boy's reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The lady took him by the hand, went into&amp;nbsp;the store, and asked the clerk to get half a dozen pairs of socks&amp;nbsp;for the boy. She then asked if he could give her a basin of water&amp;nbsp;and a towel. He quickly brought them to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;She took the little fellow to the back&amp;nbsp;part of the store and, removing her gloves, knelt down, washed&amp;nbsp;his little feet, and dried them with the towel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;By this time, the clerk had returned with&amp;nbsp;the socks. Placing a pair upon the boy's feet, she purchased him&amp;nbsp;a pair of shoes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;She tied up the remaining pairs of socks&amp;nbsp;and gave them to him.. She patted him on the head and said, 'No&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;doubt, you will be more comfortable now...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;As she turned to go, the astonished kid&amp;nbsp;caught her by the hand, and looking up into her face, with tears&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;in his eyes, asked her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Are you God's wife?'&lt;/i&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/4292148258761716803-6546191200904864600?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/6546191200904864600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=6546191200904864600&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/6546191200904864600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/6546191200904864600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2012/01/gods-wife.html' title='God&apos;s Wife.....'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GL1vQxbCQf0/Tw7ggAZjOwI/AAAAAAAAFIQ/hGHZAeJWCiY/s72-c/Young_boy_holding_womans_hand_as_they_walk_on_WV06974.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-7044036279644554270</id><published>2012-01-17T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T00:00:09.762+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Our brain always expects 100%</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Are you aware that God have created all of us with a 100% brain? Our natural instinct always expects a 100% expectation in our lives. We mind not notice it but here let me elaborate further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Example... If you are buying a bottle of cough mixture from a pharmacist, and you notice the box outside is a bit torn. Would you still buy that bottle of medicine? I guess you would rather choose one with a perfect box's cover. Right? Please don't forget, the box has no medical value. It's the mixture in the bottle that has the benefit and yet you would not buy that bottle with a defect box's cover. Reason... the brain expects 100% quality from outside and inside of the product.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Example... You order a plate of fried rice from a restaurant. The entire meal is perfect with good taste and preparation. While eating, you bite a tiny stone in the rice. Are you not bother with it? Or most likely you might complain to the waiter. The unseen stone is only .001% defect of the entire meal. Throw away the stone and you could still continue to eat. However our brain expects the 100% and reject what is not 100%.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Example... A night market sale is selling cheap slippers to a village. Each slipper is only one dollar per pair, which is considered a good buy. All the slippers are usable, except some with extra colour dots on the surface. You think the simple minded villagers would pick anyone of them, or select the best with no defect of colour. I bet with you, they would search and search until they find the most ideal perfect one for themselves. Though their level of knowledge might be lower, their brain still expect the 100% of what they intent to purchase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9VDJTmqmA1s/Tw2hKVUq4oI/AAAAAAAAFII/3YmO2XfPT5k/s1600/kim-klassen-a-willing-heart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9VDJTmqmA1s/Tw2hKVUq4oI/AAAAAAAAFII/3YmO2XfPT5k/s320/kim-klassen-a-willing-heart.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The funny part of life is..&lt;/b&gt; Our brain has been developed with a 100% expectation, but when we give or to share we seldom give out with a 100% of ourselves. Bottom line is, we are selfish too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;The great lady I so admire&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;“I must be willing to give whatever it takes to do good to others. This requires that I be willing to give until it hurts. Otherwise, there is no true love in me, and I bring injustice, not peace, to those around me.” - Mother Teresa quote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&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/4292148258761716803-7044036279644554270?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/7044036279644554270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=7044036279644554270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/7044036279644554270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/7044036279644554270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2012/01/our-brain-always-expects-100.html' title='Our brain always expects 100%'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9VDJTmqmA1s/Tw2hKVUq4oI/AAAAAAAAFII/3YmO2XfPT5k/s72-c/kim-klassen-a-willing-heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-4948701459024419258</id><published>2012-01-16T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T00:00:00.081+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><title type='text'>Man dies of sex stimulant overdose ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Jg7Z7ZFmPE/Twr7KZ3Rh_I/AAAAAAAAFHw/xLZ6vJNA2Ek/s1600/Untitled1212.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Jg7Z7ZFmPE/Twr7KZ3Rh_I/AAAAAAAAFHw/xLZ6vJNA2Ek/s320/Untitled1212.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;AKARTA: A Malaysian man was found dead in a hotel room here and police believe his death was due to an overdose of sex stimulant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The 56-year-old man from Selangor was found dead at 5am yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Police, who have ruled out foul play, said his body was sent to the Cipto Mangunkusumo Hospital for a post-mortem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The Malaysian Embassy here had been informed of the death, said Indonesian police. — Bernama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Moral of the true story - Gentlemen! Please take your sex pills wisely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292148258761716803-4948701459024419258?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/4948701459024419258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=4948701459024419258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/4948701459024419258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/4948701459024419258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2012/01/man-dies-of-sex-stimulant-overdose.html' title='Man dies of sex stimulant overdose ....'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Jg7Z7ZFmPE/Twr7KZ3Rh_I/AAAAAAAAFHw/xLZ6vJNA2Ek/s72-c/Untitled1212.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-616776774065290283</id><published>2012-01-15T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T00:00:02.468+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><title type='text'>Sportsman's Double</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X8jqnTlwrjM/TwmoJ17gnQI/AAAAAAAAFHg/PnGq_Fu0V7c/s1600/mime-attachment.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X8jqnTlwrjM/TwmoJ17gnQI/AAAAAAAAFHg/PnGq_Fu0V7c/s320/mime-attachment.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll confess, I ended up with an older woman at a bar last night. She looked pretty good for a 60-year-old.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In fact, she wasn't too bad at all, and I found myself thinking she probably had a really hot daughter.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We drank a couple of beers, and she asked if I'd ever had a Sportsman's Double?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"What's that?" I asked.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It's a mother and daughter threesome," she said.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;As my mind began to embrace the idea, and I wondered what her daughter might look like, I said, "No, I haven't."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;We drank a bit more, then she said with a wink, "Tonight's your lucky night." We went back to her place.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;As we walked in, she put on the hall light and shouted upstairs, "Mom, you still awake?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292148258761716803-616776774065290283?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/616776774065290283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=616776774065290283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/616776774065290283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/616776774065290283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2012/01/sportsmans-double.html' title='Sportsman&apos;s Double'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X8jqnTlwrjM/TwmoJ17gnQI/AAAAAAAAFHg/PnGq_Fu0V7c/s72-c/mime-attachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-5297304480872829329</id><published>2012-01-14T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T00:00:03.943+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><title type='text'>Grandma &amp; Grandpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WH9VImTCnRY/TwmmDy4cMyI/AAAAAAAAFHY/x01f4xwSow4/s1600/mime-attachment.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WH9VImTCnRY/TwmmDy4cMyI/AAAAAAAAFHY/x01f4xwSow4/s320/mime-attachment.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Grandma and Grandpa were visiting&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Their kids overnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;When Grandpa found a bottle of Vi &amp;nbsp;gra in&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;His son's medicine cabinet, he asked&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;About using one of the pills.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The son said, "I don't think you should &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Take one Dad; they're very strong&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And very expensive."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"How much?" asked Grandpa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"$10. A pill," Answered the son.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"I don't care," said Grandpa, "I'd still like to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Try one, and before we leave in the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Morning, I'll put the money&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Under the pillow."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Later the next morning, the son found&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;$110 under the pillow. He called&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Grandpa and said, "I told&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You each pill was&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;$10, not $110.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;"I know," said Grandpa. "The&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hundred is from&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Grandma!" &amp;nbsp;&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/4292148258761716803-5297304480872829329?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/5297304480872829329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=5297304480872829329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/5297304480872829329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/5297304480872829329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2012/01/grandma-grandpa.html' title='Grandma &amp; Grandpa'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WH9VImTCnRY/TwmmDy4cMyI/AAAAAAAAFHY/x01f4xwSow4/s72-c/mime-attachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-91136234077572328</id><published>2012-01-13T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T00:00:05.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><title type='text'>Marriage humour...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s-8uRp2Us9o/Twwto6Ll8tI/AAAAAAAAFH4/j1-uXZfZyvU/s1600/393b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s-8uRp2Us9o/Twwto6Ll8tI/AAAAAAAAFH4/j1-uXZfZyvU/s320/393b.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A man placed some flowers on the grave of his dearly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;parted mother and started back toward his car when his attention was&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;diverted to another man kneeling at a grave. The man seemed to be&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;praying with profound intensity and kept repeating, 'Why did u have to&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;die? Why did you have to die?" The first man approached him and said,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Sir, I don't wish to interfere with your private grief, but this&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;demonstration of pain is more than I've ever seen before.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;For whom do you mourn so? Deeply? A child? A parent?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The mourner took a moment to collect himself, then replied&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"My wife's first husband."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;They said - &lt;i&gt;"Love is blind but marriage is an eye-opener".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&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/4292148258761716803-91136234077572328?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/91136234077572328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=91136234077572328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/91136234077572328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/91136234077572328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2012/01/marriage-humour.html' title='Marriage humour...'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s-8uRp2Us9o/Twwto6Ll8tI/AAAAAAAAFH4/j1-uXZfZyvU/s72-c/393b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-4562228299604063413</id><published>2012-01-12T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T00:00:06.226+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><title type='text'>Great Feminine Ladies don't bargain</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dt id="c8268004208685398816" style="color: #333333; cursor: pointer; font: normal normal bold 122%/1.4em Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;One keen reader wrote about shopping....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dt id="c8268004208685398816" style="color: #333333; cursor: pointer; font: normal normal bold 122%/1.4em Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;Adel&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;said...&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd style="margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Some ladies don't bargain. It's either they fear about their reputation or they are introvert. They feel bargaining is kinda being in fish market. Introvert ladies whom are the 'strict feminine' type believes in four rules,'eat like a lady, sit like a lady, walk like a lady and talk like a lady'. They think bargaining is like talking loud like guy and getting what you want in the end. Well, I studied in Convent school, and my principal always stress on the four rules. So, most of us are not good enough in bargaining:)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="comment-timestamp" style="color: #777777; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;January 11, 2012 11:57 AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="comment-timestamp" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; padding-bottom: 0.25em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;She must be right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; - "I think a woman gets more if she acts feminine" - Nancy Reagan quote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-57ycNkH6Dk8/Tw2LZAWRfNI/AAAAAAAAFIA/Abs74gnobcw/s1600/5902.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-57ycNkH6Dk8/Tw2LZAWRfNI/AAAAAAAAFIA/Abs74gnobcw/s320/5902.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What say you my dear Adel?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292148258761716803-4562228299604063413?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/4562228299604063413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=4562228299604063413&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/4562228299604063413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/4562228299604063413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2012/01/great-feminine-ladies-dont-bargain.html' title='Great Feminine Ladies don&apos;t bargain'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-57ycNkH6Dk8/Tw2LZAWRfNI/AAAAAAAAFIA/Abs74gnobcw/s72-c/5902.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-1485504528156675440</id><published>2012-01-11T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T00:00:03.216+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Man, child and the camel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PsmPoJVaszI/Twrx664wMuI/AAAAAAAAFHo/eejFqVJAP5w/s1600/touareg-man-leading-boy-riding-camel-in-sahara-desert-sami-sarkis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PsmPoJVaszI/Twrx664wMuI/AAAAAAAAFHo/eejFqVJAP5w/s320/touareg-man-leading-boy-riding-camel-in-sahara-desert-sami-sarkis.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A man, his son and their camel are crossing the desert. Both father and son were pulling the animal along. As they reached the first village, some one said, "Why don't the man sit on the camel and let the son being young to walk the animal?" Without hesitation, the father climbed to sit and let the son to pull the animal instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As they reached the second village, another stranger cried, "Poor little boy! The father should walk and the child should be sitting on the animal". Immediately the older man came down and let his son to sit on the animal now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;When they reached the third village, some folks told them, "Camel is strong to take both man and child. Why walk when both can ride along on the animal". Accepting their idea, they both climbed on their camel quickly to continue the journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Turning to the fourth village they were scolded by the entire villagers. They said, "Don't you have brain! You both enjoy sitting on top of the pitiful animal while she has to walk for miles. Don't you have heart for the tired camel". Both father and son were at lost. They didn't know who they should listen to now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moral of the story&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;Have your own eyes and ears. Don't let others to dictate your thought.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Food for thought&lt;/b&gt; -&lt;b&gt;Mahatma Gandhi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"If I have the belief that I can do it, I shall surely acquire the capacity to do it even if I may not have it at the beginning".&lt;/i&gt;&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/4292148258761716803-1485504528156675440?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/1485504528156675440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=1485504528156675440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/1485504528156675440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/1485504528156675440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2012/01/man-child-and-camel.html' title='Man, child and the camel'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PsmPoJVaszI/Twrx664wMuI/AAAAAAAAFHo/eejFqVJAP5w/s72-c/touareg-man-leading-boy-riding-camel-in-sahara-desert-sami-sarkis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-5779019237608165616</id><published>2012-01-10T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T00:00:11.272+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><title type='text'>Ladies like bargaining in shopping.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Shirley is one my Philippine's relative. A great grand lady of 72 years young, who likes shopping as her hobby. During the Xmas she was on holiday in Shanghai visiting my son, and currently she is staying in Singapore where her daughter stays. She is away from Manila for more than a month and yet not bored. Perhaps after the Chinese New Year she might go back to her own home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mySw_gDS9Co/TwmcapBG24I/AAAAAAAAFHQ/HiQtPrfj1PU/s1600/cartoon_lady_and_shopping_bags.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mySw_gDS9Co/TwmcapBG24I/AAAAAAAAFHQ/HiQtPrfj1PU/s320/cartoon_lady_and_shopping_bags.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;On the phone I chatted with her. Tell me what makes your holiday interesting. She wasn't shy to say.. Shopping &amp;nbsp;keeps me alive. I love shopping in Singapore, China and Malaysia, the places where are I could bargain my purchases. Each time when I shop, I'm thrilled to bargain for the price that suits my taste and satisfaction. One has to be skillful and experience in bargaining. You need to know the qualities and values of the products before you could negotiate for the right prices.You have to be witty and confidence with those sales promoters. You have to be patience and choosy before agreeing to the final pricing. The bottom line is to be the winner. Buy the lowest price with the highest value.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Wow! See! Ladies are always greater shoppers than men. I don't think I could be like Shirley who finds bargaining as exciting and interesting. I paid what they asked for, cause I feel shameful to ask for the discount.For the gentlemen who read.. &amp;nbsp;Would you agree with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #20124d;"&gt;This is true fact..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Shopping is a woman thing.&amp;nbsp; It's a contact sport like football.&amp;nbsp; Women enjoy the scrimmage, the noisy crowds, the danger of being trampled to death, and the ecstasy of the purchase" ~ Erma Bombeck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&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/4292148258761716803-5779019237608165616?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/5779019237608165616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=5779019237608165616&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/5779019237608165616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/5779019237608165616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2012/01/ladies-like-bargaining-in-shopping.html' title='Ladies like bargaining in shopping.'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mySw_gDS9Co/TwmcapBG24I/AAAAAAAAFHQ/HiQtPrfj1PU/s72-c/cartoon_lady_and_shopping_bags.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-1500525681254745231</id><published>2012-01-09T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T00:00:07.826+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><title type='text'>I'm a Graphologist....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SoePichqqic/Twkj-2preKI/AAAAAAAAFHI/7n-DR9ZQX9M/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SoePichqqic/Twkj-2preKI/AAAAAAAAFHI/7n-DR9ZQX9M/s320/photo.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Graphology&lt;/b&gt; is the pseudo scientific&amp;nbsp;study and analysis of handwriting, especially in relation to human psychology. I'm a freelance graphologist who likes reading all my friends writings, signatures and picture drawings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Recently one of my friend Cherry who visited Japan where she met a wonderful Japanese male friend. He seems interested in her. Cherry was head over heel for this lovable man. Unsure whether he is for her, she seek my advice. Though I haven't met this charming gentleman, I suggested Cherry to request the Japanese friend to draw five images of the following; human, rabbit, bridge, walking stick and a key. Is up to him to lay these five pictures in any dimension he likes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I received Cherry email.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;My dear robert this is the pic from the guy that I met in japan!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;It's a nice pic..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Plz explain the meaning to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Immediately I translated his drawing (The Picture posted today) into thought and words...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Hi My Dear Cherry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;He drew it beautifully with his thought. He is telling you...he is a responsible person cause he is holding the walking stick. Together his left hand, he holds the rabbit which represents you. Don't forget rabbit is love. The key indicates money and success. The rabbit is also holding the key. He wants to share his love and success with you. Walking towards the bridge with the door at the front, is like telling you, he wants you to be his life's partner. Haha! Got it my dear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Cherry was amazed with that interpretation. Believe it or not, Graphology works correctly all the time for me. Try me if you can...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292148258761716803-1500525681254745231?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/1500525681254745231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=1500525681254745231&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/1500525681254745231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/1500525681254745231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2012/01/im-graphologist.html' title='I&apos;m a Graphologist....'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SoePichqqic/Twkj-2preKI/AAAAAAAAFHI/7n-DR9ZQX9M/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-2209401844932194968</id><published>2012-01-08T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T00:00:01.021+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>I love my babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CpgvP7VzE4M/TwWfenQSsEI/AAAAAAAAFGw/AzTYDE90eS4/s1600/ATT00018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CpgvP7VzE4M/TwWfenQSsEI/AAAAAAAAFGw/AzTYDE90eS4/s320/ATT00018.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Babies are the cutest things in the world. They melt our heart and ease our mind. Just that when we had ours, we never know how to appreciate them and enjoy every moment of their growing. Today all my babies have grown to be adult who in turn are making their own babies now too. I pray they would not take for granted as what I had experienced before. Have fun with babies, just like the above couple who cherish theirs in such marvellous mood.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;To me - "A new baby is like the beginning of all things, hope, a dream of possibilities".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&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/4292148258761716803-2209401844932194968?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/2209401844932194968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=2209401844932194968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/2209401844932194968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/2209401844932194968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2012/01/i-love-my-babies.html' title='I love my babies'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CpgvP7VzE4M/TwWfenQSsEI/AAAAAAAAFGw/AzTYDE90eS4/s72-c/ATT00018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-7307359762626177649</id><published>2012-01-07T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T00:00:07.115+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><title type='text'>Not so smart a husband....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FA9-J1aIsz8/TwRzprBSqOI/AAAAAAAAFGM/Wa2-xrt_M4w/s1600/toony-pretzels-shrew-shrewd-cartoon-humor-nagging-wife-cheating-husband-finance-asset-evaluation.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FA9-J1aIsz8/TwRzprBSqOI/AAAAAAAAFGM/Wa2-xrt_M4w/s320/toony-pretzels-shrew-shrewd-cartoon-humor-nagging-wife-cheating-husband-finance-asset-evaluation.jpg" width="261" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can this happened to you guys?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Woman buys a new sim card, puts it in her phone and decides to surprise her husband who is seated on the couch in the living room.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;She goes to the kitchen, calls her Husband with the new number: "Hello Darling"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The husband responds in a low tone:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;"Let me call u back later honey, the dumb woman is in the kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Good advice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt; -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;span class="topictitle"&gt;Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="quotestitle"&gt;quotes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="width: 515px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="bottom" width="458"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.searchquotes.com/images/quotemarkleft.png" /&gt; &lt;span class="maintext"&gt;&lt;span class="firstword"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; woman has got to love a bad man once or twice in her life, to be thankful for good one&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img alt="" src="http://www.searchquotes.com/images/quotemarkright.png" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292148258761716803-7307359762626177649?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/7307359762626177649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=7307359762626177649&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/7307359762626177649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/7307359762626177649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2012/01/not-so-smart-husband.html' title='Not so smart a husband....'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FA9-J1aIsz8/TwRzprBSqOI/AAAAAAAAFGM/Wa2-xrt_M4w/s72-c/toony-pretzels-shrew-shrewd-cartoon-humor-nagging-wife-cheating-husband-finance-asset-evaluation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-6878381719907154648</id><published>2012-01-06T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T00:00:04.392+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>To work under pressure or to work with joy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I believe there are two ways one can do well in life. Either you live under pressure or to have the love on whatever you intend to excel, you should be able to succeed on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I remember when I was raising my young family, when all my sons were under my care, I was working under pressure in my career. The children were studying abroad and I needed to make sure they had the fund to continue their studies without any interruption. The mortgage loans had to be paid regularly. The few cars at home for the family were paid by me alone. Yes! In order for me to settle the heavy financial burden at that time, I had to work very hard. Though I got what I wanted then, I was working under pressure to succeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Today all my sons have grown to be independent and most of my obligations have been settled, my mind has definitely grew lighter and easier now. I still could continue my fantastic career because I no longer have to work under pressure, rather I am doing well on it because I apply love and passion on what I'm doing currently. &amp;nbsp;Like I always said... Talking is my hobby and selling life insurance allows me to talk endlessly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;For those who work without these two energies, under pressure force or love over your work, I doubt they would perform well in the long run. I had seen many young graduates whose fathers are rich and powerful, their children seldom are willing to work hard. They expect good position and high return without putting the effort. Or those who have no dreams and ambition, seldom could work pass their age of 50. Unless they love what they are doing, working would never be fun and interesting &amp;nbsp;but rather it becomes a routine chore in their life. Believe or not, I think personally these are true facts of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" style="margin-top: 5px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="sqtdq" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Food for thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" style="margin-top: 5px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="sqtdq" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style="float: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sqq" style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“May you - Work like you don't need the money, love like you've never been hurt, dance like no-one is watching, screw like it's being filmed, and drink like a true Irishman” - Anonymous Toast quote.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sqq" style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sqq" style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"When we long for life without difficulties, remind us that oaks grow strong in contrary winds and diamonds are made under pressure" - Peter Marshall quote.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0A8OJ4MQrjw/TwVB2C6pScI/AAAAAAAAFGY/Kl0plKR3HtA/s1600/under_pressure_333305.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0A8OJ4MQrjw/TwVB2C6pScI/AAAAAAAAFGY/Kl0plKR3HtA/s320/under_pressure_333305.jpg" width="309" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ALELJUyNOVU/TwVCI0atJgI/AAAAAAAAFGk/yNU8t2YjWzU/s1600/jump_for_joy_910.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ALELJUyNOVU/TwVCI0atJgI/AAAAAAAAFGk/yNU8t2YjWzU/s320/jump_for_joy_910.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292148258761716803-6878381719907154648?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/6878381719907154648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=6878381719907154648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/6878381719907154648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/6878381719907154648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2012/01/to-work-under-pressure-or-to-work-with.html' title='To work under pressure or to work with joy.'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0A8OJ4MQrjw/TwVB2C6pScI/AAAAAAAAFGY/Kl0plKR3HtA/s72-c/under_pressure_333305.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-4550461105298204869</id><published>2012-01-05T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T00:00:12.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><title type='text'>Buying condom needs courage too.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Have you bought condom before? If you hadn't, I think most likely you are not normal or healthy!!! Whether you are a boy or a girl, all normal person needs one on some occasions. If you are one that don't need it now, I wonder whether is considered good or bad. I have many friends, especially those older ones have forgotten how to use them. Either they are no longer interested in sex or they are not able to perform sex any more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Good news for myself, I still need to purchase them for my personal use currently. And tell you what! I have been buying condoms since my teenager's days. Is easily more than 45 year now. The funny thing is, even though I had been buying this little rubber tube for such a long time, perhaps could be more than thousand purchases already ... I still feel shy and embarrassed whenever I buy them from the pharmacists or the convenient stores.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;When I was young, I had to walk a few times into the shops before I could build up courage to pick those small packets and handed over to the counter for payment. In case the cashiers were ladies, I was too embarrassed to buy and instead would walk empty handed away. Now at my age, though I thought I have all the courage and confidence to face the world, I still feel shy like a kid to purchase these little rubber toys that my partner required. If I buy a few boxes, the cashiers might look at my face... I guessed they might be thinking whether I'm a super senior citizen who is still so good at this exercise on bed. But if I buy only one packet with three condoms inside, I have to come back again to face another terrible embarrassment. See! Is a small thing but is also considered a heavy task to a simple minded person like me. I am also curious. Does this behaviour applied to you readers as well!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gptMa_kXHE4/TwMWBeSQuXI/AAAAAAAAFGA/4k9RHwVLBDY/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gptMa_kXHE4/TwMWBeSQuXI/AAAAAAAAFGA/4k9RHwVLBDY/s320/untitled.bmp" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="topics" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="title" colspan="2" id="top"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Condom Quote&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr class="topic_body"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;div class="forum_msg_content"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Cover your stump before you hump. Before you attack her, wrap your wrapper. Don't be silly, protect your willy. When in doubt, shroud your spout. Don't be a loner, cover your boner. You can't go wrong if you shield your dong. If you're not going to sack it, go home and whack it. &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD9"&gt;If you think&lt;/span&gt; she's spunky, cover your monkey. If you slip between her &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD7"&gt;thighs&lt;/span&gt;, be sure to condomize. She won't get sick if you wrap your dick. If you go into heat, &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD6"&gt;package&lt;/span&gt; your meat. Especially in December, &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD2"&gt;gift wrap&lt;/span&gt; your member. Don't be a fool, vulcanize your tool. The right selection! Protect your erection. Wrap it in foil before &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD1"&gt;checking&lt;/span&gt; her oil. If you really love her, wear a cover. Don't make a mistake! Muzzle your snake. Sex is &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD4"&gt;cleaner&lt;/span&gt; with a packaged wiener. Never &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD11"&gt;deck&lt;/span&gt; her with an unwrapped pecker. If you can't shield your rocket, leave it &lt;span class="IL_AD" id="IL_AD8"&gt;in your pocket&lt;/span&gt;. No glove, No love. Don't be in such a jiffy, cover your stiffy. AIDS is no joke, be sure to wrap before you poke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292148258761716803-4550461105298204869?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/4550461105298204869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=4550461105298204869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/4550461105298204869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/4550461105298204869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2012/01/buying-condom-needs-courage-too.html' title='Buying condom needs courage too.'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gptMa_kXHE4/TwMWBeSQuXI/AAAAAAAAFGA/4k9RHwVLBDY/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-580444070247869049</id><published>2012-01-04T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T00:00:00.486+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Selling tips...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Is a brand new year to start our selling again. I'm sure everyone of us is excited to go out to meet our clients or prospects. With a cheerful smile and clothed with the new dresses that we recently bought, we definitely look smart and presentable. Yes! You might have an admirable personality to impress the people you meet, what about your personal hygiene. Many would not have known that they have bad breath and &amp;nbsp;body odour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We talk too much and eat too much. Without realising we have bad breath and our clients would be uncomfortable with our lengthy discussion. We travel and move around extensively, and most of the time under the heat. This causes our body to sweat, and heavy sweating develops odour within our body system. Perhaps you might not even know your mouth smells and your body stinks. In order for the clients to avoid you, they might as well say 'No' to your sales. They reject you not because they aren't buying, rather they cannot tolerate your uncomfortable smell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Solution... Check with your loved one whether your personal hygiene is manageable. If is in a severe condition, please consult a doctor for treatment. Otherwise always keep a&amp;nbsp;mouth freshener spray and an underarm deodorant spray with you for a standby need.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;All sales are concluded with a pleasant smell all round. Think about it my fellow colleagues!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Fact of life -&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;"Feelings are like chemicals, the more you analyze them the worse they smell" - Charles Kingsley quotes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" style="margin-top: 5px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="sqtdq" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YSkHjxinFAE/Tv7PMjwFLMI/AAAAAAAAFFo/RtxnwxnpGw8/s1600/bad-breath.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YSkHjxinFAE/Tv7PMjwFLMI/AAAAAAAAFFo/RtxnwxnpGw8/s320/bad-breath.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E9uc-jKfXhk/Tv7PnrD4c7I/AAAAAAAAFF0/bnCtyg9NJm0/s1600/beneath-cartoon_art-by-richard-peter-david.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E9uc-jKfXhk/Tv7PnrD4c7I/AAAAAAAAFF0/bnCtyg9NJm0/s320/beneath-cartoon_art-by-richard-peter-david.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292148258761716803-580444070247869049?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/580444070247869049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=580444070247869049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/580444070247869049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/580444070247869049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2012/01/selling-tips.html' title=''/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YSkHjxinFAE/Tv7PMjwFLMI/AAAAAAAAFFo/RtxnwxnpGw8/s72-c/bad-breath.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-1106194912659799617</id><published>2012-01-03T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T00:00:11.488+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><title type='text'>My resolution....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Is always good to set our resolution at the beginning of the year. When I was a little kid, I didn't know what resolution is all about. I only dreamt! Hoping my parents would allow me to play with my neighbours outside. Hoping to catch the wildest spider to beat all my friends, or to be champion in Top playing or having a powerful fighting fish to show my feat. I'm sure kids of today would have forgotten all these natural play games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Later when I was in school, my resolution was to pass all my tests and the final examination with flying colour. Tell you the truth, I did very badly and I almost failed. I am wondering how a dropout like me could still write passionately today. You guys must have picked the wrong blog to read. Haha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;When I turned 21 of age, having the independent key in my hand, I set my resolution to have the most beautiful girlfriend. She must be a dancing partner, wild and exciting. Yes! I got one and we were invited to every Saturday night dancing the cha cha cha and the twists which were very popular then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Later when I started to become a salesperson, resolution was to be the Champion salesman of the year. When I got marry, resolution was to be the best father and husband of the home. Along the way God blessed me the career as Life Insurance agent. My resolution was to be a committed and sincere agent for life. This resolution still remains of today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Today as a grand father of six and father to three sons, my resolution now is to let me stay focus in my career. Have a rich heart to give more than I should. Forgive those who had offended me and to share willingly to those I meet. Be as playful as ever, be as cheerful as a child and be loving as the Divine. Positively I set my mind to live young and be healthy. Read my blog for another 30 years. Okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bGTLdhtFLn0/Tv6JF2YFaPI/AAAAAAAAFFc/OuFLBaA8I5U/s1600/new-year-resolution-cartoon-11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bGTLdhtFLn0/Tv6JF2YFaPI/AAAAAAAAFFc/OuFLBaA8I5U/s320/new-year-resolution-cartoon-11.jpg" width="258" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Something to learn &lt;/b&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Eric Zorn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Making resolutions is a cleansing ritual of self assessment and repentance that demands personal honesty and, ultimately, reinforces humility. Breaking them is part of the cycle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292148258761716803-1106194912659799617?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/1106194912659799617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=1106194912659799617&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/1106194912659799617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/1106194912659799617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2012/01/my-resolution.html' title='My resolution....'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bGTLdhtFLn0/Tv6JF2YFaPI/AAAAAAAAFFc/OuFLBaA8I5U/s72-c/new-year-resolution-cartoon-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-8498681999280437529</id><published>2012-01-02T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T00:00:05.941+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><title type='text'>The most ideal place to make love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I am still on holiday mood and today is also a public holiday over in Malaysia. Let's have some fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Quite many years back, a lady was trying to challenge my naughty mind. The answers to her exciting questions would also determine one's character and personality. She said you are invited by your sexy love mate to make love. Five different places are offered to me for picking. They are; bedroom, bathroom, inside the car, behind some bushes in a park and on the beach. Wow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;If you are one reader there, which place would you select. Please be frank and truthful. After all, no one would knows except yourself. Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Before I tell you mine, the lady friend sized up the various characters depicting the location they opt. Those who prefer the bedroom are usually the boring type. If you picked the bathroom, at least you are better than the first one but you are not a risk taker either. Those who fancy inside the car, they are likely the interesting type of people. In the park! Wow! They are definitely risk takers and not afraid of anything. If you happened to take the beach to make love, you are considered a confident and a romantic person. As for me, without any hesitation I took the challenge to go to the beach, where I could see the moon and hear the waves together with my love. How I wish it could happen tonight. A song I remember... &lt;b&gt;Meet me tonite in the moon light!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fTBhAnIPW24/Tv3MzVmrysI/AAAAAAAAFFQ/2Fve3GL_nZ4/s1600/Honeymoon-beach-9%25285%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fTBhAnIPW24/Tv3MzVmrysI/AAAAAAAAFFQ/2Fve3GL_nZ4/s320/Honeymoon-beach-9%25285%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;I believe &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt; "An old man in love is like a flower in winter" - Portuguese Proverb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292148258761716803-8498681999280437529?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/8498681999280437529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=8498681999280437529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/8498681999280437529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/8498681999280437529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2012/01/most-ideal-place-to-make-love.html' title='The most ideal place to make love...'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fTBhAnIPW24/Tv3MzVmrysI/AAAAAAAAFFQ/2Fve3GL_nZ4/s72-c/Honeymoon-beach-9%25285%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-4453920813685374519</id><published>2012-01-01T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T00:00:13.909+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2012.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wish all my readers A Super Fantastic New Year 2012.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Most friends asked me, what is my secret of being happy all the time. I don't have any secret but I have Seven Rules to be happy. They are...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Never hate.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Don't worry.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Live simple.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Expect a little.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Give a lot.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Always smile.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Have friends like Robert Foo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Next most question asked. How to keep young? Four Rules I learned from the wiser men I encountered.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Don't mix with the old folks who have got no drive.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Befriend younger people who are intelligence.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Regular exercise.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Darn to fall in love again.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BCd-rDdet1M/Tv20iV4QRdI/AAAAAAAAFFE/14nNjfVuaaY/s1600/Happy-New-Year-2012-wallpaper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BCd-rDdet1M/Tv20iV4QRdI/AAAAAAAAFFE/14nNjfVuaaY/s320/Happy-New-Year-2012-wallpaper.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292148258761716803-4453920813685374519?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/4453920813685374519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=4453920813685374519&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/4453920813685374519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/4453920813685374519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2012/01/happy-new-year-2012.html' title='Happy New Year 2012.'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BCd-rDdet1M/Tv20iV4QRdI/AAAAAAAAFFE/14nNjfVuaaY/s72-c/Happy-New-Year-2012-wallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-9022882573396768904</id><published>2011-12-31T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T00:00:07.769+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><title type='text'>Countdown 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z0R3qDO340U/Tv2ubjw2CRI/AAAAAAAAFEs/yVovv8jkHUY/s1600/2012-The-Countdown-Has-Begun-4333_image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z0R3qDO340U/Tv2ubjw2CRI/AAAAAAAAFEs/yVovv8jkHUY/s1600/2012-The-Countdown-Has-Begun-4333_image.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let's have a good laugh before the countdown for 2012....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Husband was seriously ill.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Doc to wife :-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Give him healthy breakfast, be pleasant &amp;amp; in gud mood, don't discuss ur problems, no tv serial, don't demand new clothes &amp;amp; gold jewels, Do this for 1 yr &amp;amp; he will be ok.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;On the way home..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Husband :- wat did the doc say ?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wife :- .No chance for u to survive.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Note&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; Is only a joke. Please ladies, don't treat us like the above. Okay?&lt;/i&gt;&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/4292148258761716803-9022882573396768904?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/9022882573396768904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=9022882573396768904&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/9022882573396768904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/9022882573396768904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/12/countdown-2012.html' title='Countdown 2012'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z0R3qDO340U/Tv2ubjw2CRI/AAAAAAAAFEs/yVovv8jkHUY/s72-c/2012-The-Countdown-Has-Begun-4333_image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-2409145847804951979</id><published>2011-12-30T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T00:00:00.310+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><title type='text'>Face to face selling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Selling tips...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Do you try to sell your products on the telephone? Don't! Cause the chances of closing the deal is extremely small. Those who work as telemarketers have to make hundred calls to close a few cases. The ratio could be 3 over 100. &amp;nbsp;Basically the telephone calls are meant for closing an appointment. The prospect could be asking about your products, you have to out smart him not to reveal what you are selling and try to request an appointment to meet. I used to say.. "Mr Prospect! It would be difficult to explain my products on the phone now. If you allow me to see you in person, my explanation is easier for you to understand. Is tomorrow or the next day at 11am or 2.30pm ideal for us to meet".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Remember the telephone is for short and brief introduction of who you are and to make the fastest appointment to meet up. Whereas selling needs the face to face touches. On phone prospect could only hear your voice and cannot see your expression. Selling needs the sighting of emotion. Your face with your exciting eyes could change the mood of the prospect in front. Your hand with movement of illustration could interest the prospect thought. Your entire outlook could reflect your success and assurance. Your fantastic personality offers the signal buy. So! Unless you could meet your prospect in person, never attempt to sell on the telephone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kS7oLYsBqcs/Tvxyyzk0igI/AAAAAAAAFEg/thdHsm7vdbw/s1600/partnership.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kS7oLYsBqcs/Tvxyyzk0igI/AAAAAAAAFEg/thdHsm7vdbw/s1600/partnership.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Food for thought -&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It is not your customer's job to remember you. It is your obligation and responsibility to make sure they don't have the chance to forget you"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;- Patricia Fripp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292148258761716803-2409145847804951979?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/2409145847804951979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=2409145847804951979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/2409145847804951979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/2409145847804951979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/12/face-to-face-selling.html' title='Face to face selling'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kS7oLYsBqcs/Tvxyyzk0igI/AAAAAAAAFEg/thdHsm7vdbw/s72-c/partnership.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-657326173081709177</id><published>2011-12-29T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T00:04:35.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><title type='text'>Speaking with the right tone at the right time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Have you got a powerful and beautiful voice? Yes! All of us have. But do you know how to make use of it. I have a sexy girl friend whose voice is sharp and clear but she doesn't know how to apply the tone of her voice. Each time when she tried to advise or to offer assistance to those who needed help, she tends to speak loud and raise her voice rapidly. Without her realising, her friends or those who were listening thought she was scolding them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;I might not be a voice expert but being a salesperson for 40 years, I know speaking right is important. Each time when we speak, we could either apply a low or middle or high pitch tone. A high tune could be useful for inspiring and motivating someone. You speak aloud with a powerful voice... "Goooooo for it!!!!!!" But when you speak to an older person who might need advice, never use the high pitch tone. The old man might think you are degrading or scolding him. Try to speak with a middle and softer note which might sound more pleasant and friendlier. To a younger or little kid, a low tone is much more approachable to them. Also remember when you are attempting to confess your love, speak confidently with a tender and low pitch tone... "I Love You".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VQOrTsgX48k/TvszkfCGjII/AAAAAAAAFEU/7arZC4PsCvI/s1600/banner_speaking.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="117" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VQOrTsgX48k/TvszkfCGjII/AAAAAAAAFEU/7arZC4PsCvI/s320/banner_speaking.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Food for thought &lt;/b&gt;- &lt;i&gt;"The real art of conversation is not only to say the right thing in the right place, but to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment" - Dorothy Nevill, writer&lt;/i&gt;&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/4292148258761716803-657326173081709177?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/657326173081709177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=657326173081709177&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/657326173081709177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/657326173081709177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/12/speaking-with-right-tone-at-right-time.html' title='Speaking with the right tone at the right time'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VQOrTsgX48k/TvszkfCGjII/AAAAAAAAFEU/7arZC4PsCvI/s72-c/banner_speaking.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-5367471507919539993</id><published>2011-12-28T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T00:00:06.738+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Don't compare with others... Be yourself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1lf_CsWJuis/TvcCFF_VBLI/AAAAAAAAFEI/ocWqXuDefAA/s1600/nl_cartoon54.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1lf_CsWJuis/TvcCFF_VBLI/AAAAAAAAFEI/ocWqXuDefAA/s320/nl_cartoon54.jpg" width="293" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Little darling was unhappy recently. The daughter didn't call her because she is currently staying afar abroad. Her brothers and sister aren't sharing the financial support for their ageing parents. Her car is getting old, while all her colleagues are changing to better car. Her girlfriends are all dressed in expensive fashion, while her clothing is simple and cheap. She stays in middle class apartment and most of her rich friends have bungalows. Her colleagues are going for a long vacation in style, and she is wondering whether she could force herself to follow. Pondering and more pondering she is!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #990000;"&gt;Specially for little darling &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;When you are content to be simply yourself and don’t compare or &lt;br /&gt;compete, everybody will respect you" -Lao Tzu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&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/4292148258761716803-5367471507919539993?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/5367471507919539993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=5367471507919539993&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/5367471507919539993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/5367471507919539993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/12/dont-compare-with-others-be-yourself.html' title='Don&apos;t compare with others... Be yourself.'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1lf_CsWJuis/TvcCFF_VBLI/AAAAAAAAFEI/ocWqXuDefAA/s72-c/nl_cartoon54.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-6228642675841787408</id><published>2011-12-27T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T00:00:06.075+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><title type='text'>Three types of professional you must know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I use to advise all my friends, three types of professional they must know while they are still alive. They are a doctor, a lawyer and a life insurance agent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A good doctor and as a friend to you could save you in any eventualities. Just imagine if you need an emergency assistance in the late night, when your life is at stake which doctor could you call. If you have a closed doctor friend, he would not hesitate to call over even if is late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In our corrupted societies, our working world is quite uncertain and unsecured. There are too many hidden lines, rules and regulations, and laws which might be too difficult for the layman to understand. A good lawyer friend is the best recommendation to seek for enlightenment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Please don't forget to befriend a committed Life Insurance agent. He could offer you the real peace of mind to save guide the financial uncertainties in the event of death, sickness and total disabilities in you. The man might have gone due to passing away, the faithful agent friend remains with his family to provide all financial assistance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0gB2x4RqOZg/TvcAmSso-0I/AAAAAAAAFD8/u2rbBQ1VKaM/s1600/professional-networks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0gB2x4RqOZg/TvcAmSso-0I/AAAAAAAAFD8/u2rbBQ1VKaM/s320/professional-networks.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Please Remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; - "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Worries, fears, desires, restlessness, nervousness drive peace of mind away".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292148258761716803-6228642675841787408?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/6228642675841787408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=6228642675841787408&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/6228642675841787408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/6228642675841787408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/12/three-types-of-professional-you-must.html' title='Three types of professional you must know...'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0gB2x4RqOZg/TvcAmSso-0I/AAAAAAAAFD8/u2rbBQ1VKaM/s72-c/professional-networks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-8661791260078425818</id><published>2011-12-26T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T12:43:50.602+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><title type='text'>What time of the day you prefer to make love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Let's have some fun while we are all in a holiday mood. Today I would like to talk about love making. I'm sure most of you who read my blog love this title.  Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Everyone of us who is normal and healthy makes love. To be direct I say is SEX making. Some like to make love in the night before sleeping, or mid way during the sleep, or early morning when one is awake, or in between the day. I might be wrong but with observation and understanding from my friend's behaviour and character, I notice the time you like making love could tell your personality.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Those who like making love before sleeping are usually the discipline and the responsible type. If you like to make love mid way during your sleep in the night, I guess you should be the fun and adventurous kind. Those who enjoy making love when they get up in the morning are usually the energetic and active people. The playful and naughty one likes the day's session. Whether what time of the day one prefers to have sex, I'm sure you &amp;nbsp;enjoy having them. Cause without sex, life is definitely meaningless. Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7hde4khWBRc/Tvb2pIod8xI/AAAAAAAAFDw/oZvQuYQ9koM/s1600/cwi0023l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7hde4khWBRc/Tvb2pIod8xI/AAAAAAAAFDw/oZvQuYQ9koM/s320/cwi0023l.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Some good tip &lt;/b&gt;-&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763;"&gt; "&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A woman's appetite is  twice that of a man's; her sexual desire, four times; her intelligence, eight  times" -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sanskrit Proverb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292148258761716803-8661791260078425818?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/8661791260078425818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=8661791260078425818&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/8661791260078425818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/8661791260078425818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/12/what-time-of-day-you-prefer-to-make.html' title='What time of the day you prefer to make love?'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7hde4khWBRc/Tvb2pIod8xI/AAAAAAAAFDw/oZvQuYQ9koM/s72-c/cwi0023l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-5065253972296075428</id><published>2011-12-25T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T00:00:02.072+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>What is Santa Claus?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I was a little boy, I believe in Santa Claus. He brought me gifts and presents, and he made me so happy.&amp;nbsp;Later when I went to school, getting through exams and doing well in studies was like Santa Claus to me. As I grew, attending parties and getting beautiful girl friends was Santa Claus to me as well. Finishing my education and gaining a good job was Santa Claus connection. I got marry quite young and by the time I was 35, Santa Claus gave me three grown up sons. All my children completed their decent degrees, and later they themselves got marry with six grand children for me. I believe all these were possible because Santa Claus was there to bless me with &amp;nbsp;happiness and joy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Today, instead of believing in Santa Claus alone, I became a Santa Claus myself. I no longer wait to be given but rather I have learned to give and to share with those who need my assistance and help. For those little children that are deprived of gifts and presents, I would give mine to them. For those who are sick and jobless, I would give my hand in every way possible. For those who are down or at lost, I will try by very best to offer my advices and suggestions. For those I can't reach them, I would write in my blog to share my wisdom and knowledge which might be useful in their lives.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;In the spirit of Xmas, Santa Claus has taught the world to give and to share willingly. It's by giving and sharing, we learn and to understand the truth of Happiness. The beauty of life does not depend on how happy you are but on how happy others can be because of you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bU2_DgtnYDE/TvXyHu-zrnI/AAAAAAAAFDk/D1-b5ODAhB8/s1600/santa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bU2_DgtnYDE/TvXyHu-zrnI/AAAAAAAAFDk/D1-b5ODAhB8/s320/santa.jpg" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Merry Christmas and A Happy New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&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/4292148258761716803-5065253972296075428?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/5065253972296075428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=5065253972296075428&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/5065253972296075428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/5065253972296075428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/12/what-is-santa-claus.html' title='What is Santa Claus?'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bU2_DgtnYDE/TvXyHu-zrnI/AAAAAAAAFDk/D1-b5ODAhB8/s72-c/santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-416700015769798767</id><published>2011-12-24T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T00:00:06.697+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><title type='text'>Why is Ship called She....</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1RgtRKbVQV4/TvCi3T8zGWI/AAAAAAAAFDQ/A65xoJxRErc/s1600/3497794_f260.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1RgtRKbVQV4/TvCi3T8zGWI/AAAAAAAAFDQ/A65xoJxRErc/s1600/3497794_f260.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Something interesting....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;One explanation that I have always wanted to know is why most ships are referred to in the feminine, why they are usually always called "She."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Wily sailors many years ago came up with this explanation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;A ship should be called "she" because she...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;... often has a bustle around her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;... always has a gang of men about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;... has a waist and stays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;... needs a lot of paint to keep her looking good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;... doesn't break you with the initial expense,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;rather with the upkeep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;... can be all decked out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;... needs an experienced man to handle her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;... always shows her topside, hides her bottom, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;... &amp;nbsp;when coming into port, heads for the buoys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Now I want to know why most airplanes are also called "SHE."&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/4292148258761716803-416700015769798767?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/416700015769798767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=416700015769798767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/416700015769798767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/416700015769798767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/12/why-is-ship-called-she.html' title='Why is Ship called She....'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1RgtRKbVQV4/TvCi3T8zGWI/AAAAAAAAFDQ/A65xoJxRErc/s72-c/3497794_f260.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-2969397153229910410</id><published>2011-12-23T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T00:00:10.144+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><title type='text'>A Good Handshake....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I like shaking hands with whoever I meet. All my handshakes are firm with full of warm, right from my heart. And I know those who received my hand could feel my sincerity. Through the years, I learn to feel the personalities and qualities of those individuals who allowed me to shake their hands. Each time when another hand is holding mine, I take a quick short moment to grip and to understand that particular person. Is he the friendly and approachable type, or bossy and the serious one! Take my words, the handshake tells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A successful person has a firm and confident hand. A wealthy person has a broad hand palm with short fingers.&amp;nbsp;Whenever I shake someone hand, I will add a few lines to say.."You have a powerful hand which shows your success" or "Your hand tells you are rich". All men like to hear these compliments. Ladies' handshakes are lighter and softer. My compliments to them are.. "I could feel you are a romantic lady with your tender hand" or &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;"Your hand reveals you have a loving heart my dear". Believe me! All women loves them too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So! If you want to know more about others, be more observance in your future handshakes. Don't forget all approaches start with a good handshake first. Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LWjjz-AJOA0/TvHnNzl5EiI/AAAAAAAAFDY/Ebg5KLnBZpI/s1600/interview-handshake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LWjjz-AJOA0/TvHnNzl5EiI/AAAAAAAAFDY/Ebg5KLnBZpI/s320/interview-handshake.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Food for thought&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;"Experience teaches you that the man who looks you straight in the eye, particularly if he adds a firm handshake is hiding something" -Clifton Fadiman quote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292148258761716803-2969397153229910410?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/2969397153229910410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=2969397153229910410&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/2969397153229910410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/2969397153229910410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/12/good-handshake.html' title='A Good Handshake....'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LWjjz-AJOA0/TvHnNzl5EiI/AAAAAAAAFDY/Ebg5KLnBZpI/s72-c/interview-handshake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-8408641351917908482</id><published>2011-12-22T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T00:00:02.401+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>The Best Birthday Wishes.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A touching wishes I would like to share with the world....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;My friend Bob Foo,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy 64th b/day! Yes 64 despite everything else in your mind!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A day that must be reflected to really have a meaningful soul in it! What really is a b/day, other than the norms of well wishes, cakes and drinks and be merry? Someone said:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;• The day your Creator decided that you were finally ready to come into the world, from the world in the womb! By His Will, You have successfully come into this world, safely and with all faculties intact. A day that marked another successful year further from the beginning, and closer to the end. &amp;nbsp;All you have today are his other creations &amp;amp; through his kindness! That you are still breathing His air and drinking His water, all free! &amp;nbsp;So say thank you to your Creator who is also the Creator of all the Worlds. ( Have we adhered to His guidelines for us on life?)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;• The Day that your mother, after 9 months of carrying you in her body, with all the challenges of pregnancy, had to endure the tremendous pains of labor just to deliver you into this world. To care for you everyday with all her love and dedication until you are fully grown up and able to be independent. She played a large role in what you have become today. So, hug her &amp;amp; say thank you again to your mother.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;• The day when care, services, material things, education, food with love and affection were provided to you for all the years until you are able to fend for yourself. He had to labor hard with 'blood, sweat &amp;amp; tears' to ensure all requirements in the house were met. He was your provider. So say thank you to your Father.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well, my friend Bob, b/days are good days to strongly reaffirm our appreciations to those who have given us the treasures of life that we have enjoyed all these years. &amp;nbsp;To those that mattered most.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Have a meaningful joyous birthday.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maram&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hi My Good Friend Maram,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm indeed touched and delighted with your wisdom wishes. I had never in my life ever received such meaningful birthday wishes. You beat all the wishes, including the best of the Hallmark Birthday Cards available in town. I was once selling The Hallmark Cards in my early days. I had read all their beautiful words written by their renowned writers but you are still the best. With friend like you around who shared the wisdom of life, life is definitely worth living. I would seriously take your advices. Thank you for your wonderful enlightenment. Please allow me to post this touching wishes on my blog. May I?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dXUEhnsATpc/TvCTm324gxI/AAAAAAAAFDI/mgGL1xnkGO4/s1600/Clipart-Cartoon-Design-13.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dXUEhnsATpc/TvCTm324gxI/AAAAAAAAFDI/mgGL1xnkGO4/s320/Clipart-Cartoon-Design-13.gif" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Robert Foo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292148258761716803-8408641351917908482?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/8408641351917908482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=8408641351917908482&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/8408641351917908482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/8408641351917908482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/12/best-birthday-wishes.html' title='The Best Birthday Wishes.....'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dXUEhnsATpc/TvCTm324gxI/AAAAAAAAFDI/mgGL1xnkGO4/s72-c/Clipart-Cartoon-Design-13.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-5464260745593485127</id><published>2011-12-21T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T00:00:12.234+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><title type='text'>Who is the most important person to you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #4c1130;"&gt;Forty four years ago I attended my first exciting motivational course, namely the Dale Carnegie Class. I was only 20 years young and I was too keen to learn. On one session, our trainer thrown us a question... Who is the most important person to you at this particular moment? We had to write the person down on a piece of paper. To me, I wrote my mother. Though I was an adopted child since birth, my adopted mum raised me with love and kindness. I was so proud to mention her as my most important person. Others wrote their wives or husbands, fathers, sisters or brothers and one wrote his best friend as the most important person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #4c1130;"&gt;When the turn for our trainer to mention, he said the most important person at this moment were his students. All of us there were important to him. We were caught with surprise! He explained, your mother could be the most important person in your life but at this moment of time, she isn't around. If something bad happened now, your mum won't be able to save you because she is too far away currently. Whereas the person who is in front of you now, could be able to help and assist you in every way because he is nearest to you at the moment. So treat him or her important. Treat that person as though she is like your mum. Treat him like how you adore your father or treat her like how you love your best friend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hs-vw_5vy-g/TvBxEWKijlI/AAAAAAAAFDA/O2ErqRLdLSM/s1600/tumblr_l2axf7J3Fg1qazj2jo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hs-vw_5vy-g/TvBxEWKijlI/AAAAAAAAFDA/O2ErqRLdLSM/s320/tumblr_l2axf7J3Fg1qazj2jo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #4c1130;"&gt;This explanation was easy for me to understand and I hope you could as well. That class was history to me and ever since then I have had never failed to practise what I was taught. I might be served by a waitress in a restaurant. I make sure I treat him important like my brother. I might be dinning with my client's mother. I made sure she is treated as she is like my late mum. For all my readers who are reading my blog, each and everyone&amp;nbsp;of you is certainly very important to me. I might be busy, I make sure all your comments and emails are answered with love.&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/4292148258761716803-5464260745593485127?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/5464260745593485127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=5464260745593485127&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/5464260745593485127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/5464260745593485127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/12/who-is-most-important-person-to-you.html' title='Who is the most important person to you?'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hs-vw_5vy-g/TvBxEWKijlI/AAAAAAAAFDA/O2ErqRLdLSM/s72-c/tumblr_l2axf7J3Fg1qazj2jo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-2293665544295776907</id><published>2011-12-20T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T22:15:26.738+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><title type='text'>Numbers are important in life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Numbers are important in our lives. Our birth is determined by our birthdays and all citizens of the world are registered with a passport number. These numbers cannot be removed and they are very significance to the rest of our lives. To those who believe in Numerical Studies, certain numbers could be helpful to their businesses or careers. Chinese likes the number '8' which portraits prosperity and '4' is a negative number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #660000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #660000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In numbering I always think of my telephone number. My house, office and my hand phones are registered with numbers specially hand picked by myself. All my friends, relatives and clients know these phone numbers because these are numbers which were set many years ago. Is easy for them to remember and I won't change them at any cost. These telecommunication numbers represent my value and identity, and it's convenient for people to contact me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #660000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #660000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In the course of my business, if I met any new acquaintances who frequently changed their hand phones numbers, I would immediately take extra precautions in knowing them. My experiences tell that people of such are usually not reliable, tricky or problematic. Those who are still young at their early twenties might be innocent to me, but definitely not those who have gone passed the forties and above. I can't imagine why they should be changing their phone numbers so very often, unless they are up to something bad or unpleasant. When an evil person who has bad intention, he would never value an old number. However when one who has all the good thought for others, the old numbers are most valuable to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #660000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #660000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So the next time if you happened to meet a new friend, check on his phone number. Ask him how long has he kept this number. If the number is taken since he used the hand phone, I bet with you... you can trust this friend. Especially for girls meeting boys.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like this quote -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C333A0dXU2k/Tu8wS97EXnI/AAAAAAAAFC4/kKS5hOLC6dQ/s1600/stock-vector-dog-cartoon-standing-behind-phone-number-key-pad-vector-10488604.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C333A0dXU2k/Tu8wS97EXnI/AAAAAAAAFC4/kKS5hOLC6dQ/s320/stock-vector-dog-cartoon-standing-behind-phone-number-key-pad-vector-10488604.jpg" width="179" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2&gt;“In order to be irreplaceable one must always be different.”-COCO CHANEL&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292148258761716803-2293665544295776907?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/2293665544295776907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=2293665544295776907&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/2293665544295776907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/2293665544295776907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/12/numbers-are-important-in-our-lives.html' title='Numbers are important in life...'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C333A0dXU2k/Tu8wS97EXnI/AAAAAAAAFC4/kKS5hOLC6dQ/s72-c/stock-vector-dog-cartoon-standing-behind-phone-number-key-pad-vector-10488604.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-425902749481713060</id><published>2011-12-19T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T00:00:05.967+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><title type='text'>The fear of making cold calls on telephone..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fsgvkL2ML6Y/TuoWF8bPuGI/AAAAAAAAFCw/VfcEb0DJook/s1600/5440.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686381770884233314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 327px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fsgvkL2ML6Y/TuoWF8bPuGI/AAAAAAAAFCw/VfcEb0DJook/s400/5440.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Selling tips....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Most agents find difficulties in making cold calls on telephone. What about me? Yes! I face the same problems like the rest as well. The best way to overcome the butterflies in the stomach, when attempting to make the calls is made the easy one first. Warming up is important. No marathon runner would run without the warming up first. Even Thomas Cup's players need the sparring before the actual play. Yes! The warming up before the actual run or play could build better confidence later. So the next time you have the fear to call someone you don't know, call to speak to someone you know first. The friendly chat and conversation creates and develops energy and enthusiasm in you. In turn you would find it easier to speak to anyone later after this call. The best way to find out whether it works is to try it yourself. Please let me know the outcome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Food for thought - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We should not let our fears hold us back from pursuing our hopes" - John F. Kennedy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292148258761716803-425902749481713060?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/425902749481713060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=425902749481713060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/425902749481713060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/425902749481713060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/12/fear-of-making-cold-calls-on-telephone.html' title='The fear of making cold calls on telephone..'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fsgvkL2ML6Y/TuoWF8bPuGI/AAAAAAAAFCw/VfcEb0DJook/s72-c/5440.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-1570377388629926733</id><published>2011-12-18T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T00:00:01.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><title type='text'>WHO SAID MEN DON'T REMEMBER ANNIVERSARIES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RM1v7mETo-0/TuoFPVa3lXI/AAAAAAAAFCk/8SUzW9o1pjc/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686363240514688370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RM1v7mETo-0/TuoFPVa3lXI/AAAAAAAAFCk/8SUzW9o1pjc/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A woman awakes during the night to find that her husband was not in their bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She puts on her robe and goes downstairs to look for him. She finds him sitting at the kitchen table with a hot cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He appears to be in deep thought, just staring at the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She watches as he wipes a tear from his eye and takes a sip of his coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"What's the matter, dear?" she whispers as she steps into the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Why are you down here at this time of night?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The husband looks up from his coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Do you remember twenty years ago when we were dating, and you were only 16?" he asks solemnly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Yes, I do," she replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The husband paused. The words were not coming easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Do you remember when your father caught us in the back seat of my car?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Yes, I remember" said the wife, lowering herself into a chair beside him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The husband continued. "Do you remember when he shoved the shotgun in my face and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Either you marry my daughter, or I will send you to jail for twenty years?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I remember that, too" she replied softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He wiped another tear from his cheek and said, "I would have been out of jail today and a free man!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/4292148258761716803-1570377388629926733?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/1570377388629926733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=1570377388629926733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/1570377388629926733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/1570377388629926733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/12/who-said-men-dont-remember.html' title='WHO SAID MEN DON&apos;T REMEMBER ANNIVERSARIES!'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RM1v7mETo-0/TuoFPVa3lXI/AAAAAAAAFCk/8SUzW9o1pjc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-4172145412109489875</id><published>2011-12-17T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T00:00:05.997+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><title type='text'>DON'T MESS AROUND WITH A CHINAMAN !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VHQDVdGzqa4/TuoDKA-tC0I/AAAAAAAAFCY/SmuGCmCzPqQ/s1600/stock-photo-cartoon-art-of-chinaman-good-for-chinese-restaurant-2958701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686360950105246530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VHQDVdGzqa4/TuoDKA-tC0I/AAAAAAAAFCY/SmuGCmCzPqQ/s400/stock-photo-cartoon-art-of-chinaman-good-for-chinese-restaurant-2958701.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;Australian Supermarket&lt;br /&gt;This is hilarious -- but meaningful Discrimination!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;A Chinaman goes to Woolworth's in Australia . He finds cat food at special prices. He picks a dozen cans of cat food and goes to check out. The Manager gets suspicious. He thinks that this guy might not have a cat and will probably feed cat food to his kids. He asks the China man to show him his cat before he could let him have cat food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;The China man goes home and returns with a cat and gets to buy the cat food. Next week the China man finds dog food at special prices. He picks a dozen cans of dog food and goes to check out. The Manager again gets suspicious. He thinks that this guy may have a cat but he cannot have a dog and he will probably feed dog food to his kids. He asks the China man to bring and show him the dog before he can let him have dog food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;The China man goes home and returns with a dog. He gets to buy the dog food. The following week the China man comes to Woolworth's with a bag. He asks the manager to put his hand in the bag. The Manager puts his hand in the bag, feels some thing slimy and immediately pulls it out. He shouts at the China man, "What the hell! This is shit, you Idiot !" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;The China man calmly replies, "Yes, now may I buy some toilet paper?" &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/4292148258761716803-4172145412109489875?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/4172145412109489875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=4172145412109489875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/4172145412109489875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/4172145412109489875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/12/dont-mess-around-with-chinaman.html' title='DON&apos;T MESS AROUND WITH A CHINAMAN !'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VHQDVdGzqa4/TuoDKA-tC0I/AAAAAAAAFCY/SmuGCmCzPqQ/s72-c/stock-photo-cartoon-art-of-chinaman-good-for-chinese-restaurant-2958701.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-3178985379870554343</id><published>2011-12-16T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T00:00:01.067+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><title type='text'>What is a good man and a good woman?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hSHVnZjYVG0/Tun_pOtaNtI/AAAAAAAAFCM/CsM8fj3PPuQ/s1600/The_perfect_couple_by_iloveyourface_x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686357088320239314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hSHVnZjYVG0/Tun_pOtaNtI/AAAAAAAAFCM/CsM8fj3PPuQ/s400/The_perfect_couple_by_iloveyourface_x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Little darling sent me a message.."A good man is not a perfect man; a good man is an honest man, faithful and unhesitating responsive to the voice of his woman in his life. Betul kah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I responded.. "Not sure love! I think the answer should be replied by women and not from man".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;On the other hand, Little darling should know.. "A good woman is not a perfect woman; a good woman is an understanding woman, loving and unconditionally surrender her soul and heart to the success of her man in her life". &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/4292148258761716803-3178985379870554343?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/3178985379870554343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=3178985379870554343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/3178985379870554343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/3178985379870554343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/12/what-is-good-man-and-good-woman.html' title='What is a good man and a good woman?'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hSHVnZjYVG0/Tun_pOtaNtI/AAAAAAAAFCM/CsM8fj3PPuQ/s72-c/The_perfect_couple_by_iloveyourface_x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-4562681068735726762</id><published>2011-12-15T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T00:23:21.323+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>Never sell only for your own benefit.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OQF6OcUsILM/TujMkscJk1I/AAAAAAAAFCA/rseJ7lo3EWk/s1600/1186bwc.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686019460331836242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OQF6OcUsILM/TujMkscJk1I/AAAAAAAAFCA/rseJ7lo3EWk/s400/1186bwc.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Selling tips...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Is year end closing, companies have their targets to meet and agents have also their goals to fulfill. Peng a closed colleague in our company is short of some sales. She needs the extra sales to achieve the incentives, cash and an oversea holiday for next year. Out of desperation she called me for some help. She wanted some tips and advices from me.. How to catch the late birds? She has 15 days left to make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is quite a practice for most agents to force their friends and relatives to buy life insurance. Their normal ways could be.. Please help me lah! I need just one more case to achieve my target for this year. ( the one case is for every one they meet ) or unethically they lie to claim that the year end plan is a special program and only selected clients could purchase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Peng this... A good professional agent sells for the benefit of his clients and not for his own personal interest. Yes! When a case is professionally sold, it justified for the agent to earn his rightful commission from it. However if the plan is sold for the sake of the agent's personal gain and interest, I termed such sales as a shameful transaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good intended sale is always shown with sincerity and genuinity. Whereas a corrupted approach tends to be fade and unprofound. If an agent works with sincerity and commitment, he need not have to burn the mid nite oil to get what he wants. I have been selling life insurance for almost 30 years, there was not a single month in my career that ended without a sale. The sales just came pouring in because all my clients knew that they were buying for their own benefits and gain. As long as you have this passion and love, our clients would also know how to take care of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Specially for Peng&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-" What is uttered from the heart alone, will win the heart of others to your own" - Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe quote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292148258761716803-4562681068735726762?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/4562681068735726762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=4562681068735726762&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/4562681068735726762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/4562681068735726762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/12/never-sell-only-for-your-own-benefit.html' title='Never sell only for your own benefit.....'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OQF6OcUsILM/TujMkscJk1I/AAAAAAAAFCA/rseJ7lo3EWk/s72-c/1186bwc.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-8213804687765273833</id><published>2011-12-14T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T00:02:21.125+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><title type='text'>Selling is like playing poker.....</title><content type='html'>Selling tips...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me selling is like playing a poker game, especially the Texas Hold em Poker. In this game, you might be holding a great card of a beautiful "Ace" which all poker players love to have. You start with high hope with the strong Ace in hand but at the end you realized  you lost the game because the dealer won over you with a pair and you only have the Ace. Hope turns no hope eventually. On the other hand, you might start the game without any hope when you hold a small card of "2" or "5" only. With courage and skill you move on to play, when you improve to draw another pair of "2" and "5" for your cards. From no hope at the beginning, you turn the game into hope and finally you win the play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selling is the same. You might have a rich and successful prospect who wants to see you. Having much high hope that you could sell because the rich prospect has the financial means. However after a long session and comparison of products, prospect turns you down. With high hope at the beginning, the sale ends with no hope because of the rejection. Don't under estimate the simple looking prospect who looks poor and innocent. You might consider such prospect as little hope that he could buy your insurance. If you have the right skills and confidence, the unexpected poor prospect might purchase a size able plan from you. From no hope in the first place, it turns into a great hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story; Hope can end without hope and at time no hope can change to have better hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food for thought -  "Don't lower your expectations to meet your performance. Raise your level of performance to meet your expectations. Expect the best of yourself, and then do what is necessary to make it a reality" - Ralph Marston&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-RBQDgCDRzQ4/Tudna2eljzI/AAAAAAAAFBs/EUMeoOr-DdI/s640/blogger-image--2010092274.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-RBQDgCDRzQ4/Tudna2eljzI/AAAAAAAAFBs/EUMeoOr-DdI/s640/blogger-image--2010092274.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292148258761716803-8213804687765273833?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/8213804687765273833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=8213804687765273833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/8213804687765273833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/8213804687765273833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/12/selling-is-like-playing-poker.html' title='Selling is like playing poker.....'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-RBQDgCDRzQ4/Tudna2eljzI/AAAAAAAAFBs/EUMeoOr-DdI/s72-c/blogger-image--2010092274.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-5823605983283606554</id><published>2011-12-13T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T00:00:05.906+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><title type='text'>Parenting.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame- color:rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);"&gt;Pris is sending her child for her oversea study soon. She is worried whether she could be able to take care of herself in a foreign land. She knew I had sent two of my sons to study in England twenty years ago. She likes to know what advices I had given to my children before they left abroad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame- color:rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);"&gt;These was what I told my sons before they left for their studies. I only needed three requests from them. Two things they should not bring home. They must only bring back one. The first request, promise dad that you must not bring back HIV. Second, no bringing home a foreign wife. I only want you to bring home your degree. Unless they agreed to these terms, I would not have send them away. The rest, I wasn't bother to know because they were big enough to take care of themselves. Both my children came home after their studies with a beautiful degree for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame- color:rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);"&gt;Food of thought -  "&lt;i&gt;Don't worry that children never listen to you; worry that they are always watching you" - Robert Fulghum&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-oBhYfL1oCQo/TuYVqixMgnI/AAAAAAAAFBc/4FNW2Z1lbrQ/s640/blogger-image--2009059484.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-oBhYfL1oCQo/TuYVqixMgnI/AAAAAAAAFBc/4FNW2Z1lbrQ/s640/blogger-image--2009059484.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292148258761716803-5823605983283606554?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/5823605983283606554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=5823605983283606554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/5823605983283606554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/5823605983283606554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/12/parenting.html' title='Parenting.......'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-oBhYfL1oCQo/TuYVqixMgnI/AAAAAAAAFBc/4FNW2Z1lbrQ/s72-c/blogger-image--2009059484.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-8800434550023606664</id><published>2011-12-12T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T00:00:01.598+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>Hope verses Believe....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L3PfJIvjQGc/TuDapM_MLII/AAAAAAAAFBU/z0K7qHsNjXY/s1600/2311174232_38d16378c6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683783131137322114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L3PfJIvjQGc/TuDapM_MLII/AAAAAAAAFBU/z0K7qHsNjXY/s400/2311174232_38d16378c6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;A positive mind is one who always used the right approach and thought. The other day one of my son was facing a great obstacle which he needed to challenge himself. He did his best to make sure he could get things done properly. While anxiously waiting for his result, I called him on the phone. Later he send me this message..."Hopefully no problem!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;To me that wasn't a good reply. Instead I reverted him this ..."Son. Please don't hope. Believe you can". Explanation was; Hoping is half half result. You might get it or you might not. Whereas believing is certain and affirmative. Hoping might not offer you the full relieve and confidence. To strongly believe, the mind could work wonders. Making the impossible to be possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;For any decision making, I try to avoid these words... I hope or I pray. I prefer to use... I will rather than I may or I shall. I will is assuring, while I may or I shall is subjective. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A positive mind will say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;..."I believe my career in selling life insurance is the best noble professional job available on earth. I will never fail those who support me in this business. I must fulfill all my promises rendered to my clients".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Power quote&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; "The positive thinker sees the invisible, feels the intangible, and achieves the impossible"&lt;/em&gt;&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/4292148258761716803-8800434550023606664?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/8800434550023606664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=8800434550023606664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/8800434550023606664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/8800434550023606664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/12/hope-verses-believe.html' title='Hope verses Believe....'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L3PfJIvjQGc/TuDapM_MLII/AAAAAAAAFBU/z0K7qHsNjXY/s72-c/2311174232_38d16378c6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-8810373519593011783</id><published>2011-12-11T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T00:00:06.672+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><title type='text'>Pregnant Wife ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jonpe9m-m7M/TuC6vhVBljI/AAAAAAAAFBI/aGQm2ES4m2s/s1600/440009-Royalty-Free-RF-Clip-Art-Illustration-Of-A-Cartoon-Pregnant-Woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683748055304738354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jonpe9m-m7M/TuC6vhVBljI/AAAAAAAAFBI/aGQm2ES4m2s/s400/440009-Royalty-Free-RF-Clip-Art-Illustration-Of-A-Cartoon-Pregnant-Woman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday laugh...... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;Since the wife was eight months into her Pregnancy, the husband had to sleep on the floor to avoid any regrettable mistake, which might happen pretty easily, for he had been desperate for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;Just before lying down on the bed, the wife glances at him and sees the poor guy curls up on the floor, eyes stare widely into the empty air, filled with hopeless desire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;Feeling sorry for her husband, she opens the top drawer of the cabinet, takes out 500 bucks, and gives it to him. "Here, take this and go to the woman next door, she will let you sleep with her tonight.... and remember that this happens only once... ok?... Don't think about it again" she said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;The husband rolls his eyes in disbelief, but afraid that she may change her mind, grabs the money and leaves quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;A few minutes later, he returns, and hands the money back to his wife and says with much disappointment: ''She said this is not enough. She wants one thousand.....''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;The wife's face slowly turns red with anger. "Damn that bitch.. when she was pregnant and her husband came over here...I charged him only five hundred..." The guy collapsed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Think TWICE when your wife is over Generous.&lt;/strong&gt;&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/4292148258761716803-8810373519593011783?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/8810373519593011783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=8810373519593011783&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/8810373519593011783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/8810373519593011783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/12/pregnant-wife.html' title='Pregnant Wife ....'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jonpe9m-m7M/TuC6vhVBljI/AAAAAAAAFBI/aGQm2ES4m2s/s72-c/440009-Royalty-Free-RF-Clip-Art-Illustration-Of-A-Cartoon-Pregnant-Woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-2705962246500962651</id><published>2011-12-10T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T00:00:04.866+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>Inspiring Story....................................</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Wasxg6ppxE/Tt933814VRI/AAAAAAAAFA8/SwWUgDMfLEE/s1600/Mail%2BAttachment.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683393057873483026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Wasxg6ppxE/Tt933814VRI/AAAAAAAAFA8/SwWUgDMfLEE/s400/Mail%2BAttachment.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JWIMNmcAl0U/Tt93cZP9GMI/AAAAAAAAFAw/vz6rww2d-zQ/s1600/Mail%2BAttachment.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683392584462702786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JWIMNmcAl0U/Tt93cZP9GMI/AAAAAAAAFAw/vz6rww2d-zQ/s400/Mail%2BAttachment.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The generous vegetable seller by Esther Liang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;After the morning hustle and bustle, the atmosphere at Taitung county's Central Market quietens as every stall shuts for the day and their owners return to the comfort of their homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Alone lamp shines on a vegetable stall. With head bowed, Ms Chen Shu-chu silently sorts out the vegetable leaves as she waits for the occasional afternoon customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Decades of hard work have caused the fingers on her right hand to curl and joints to swell; her feet have deformed slightly. Ms Chen leads her life with a daily routine. Waking up at three in the morning, she makes her way to the vegetable wholesaler and sets up her stall, which she tends till seven or eight in the evening. Being the first to arrive and last to leave, the other stall owners have fondly given her the title of "market manager".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;In the dark and damp market, Ms Chen, nearing her 60s, holds the stall her father left her dearly.Yuan-Jin Vegetables is her everything. With her vegetables selling at "a bundle for NT$30 (S$1.30), three bundles for NT$50", she earns only marginal profits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Yet, her frugality has allowed her to donate about NT$10 million towards various charitable causes, including helping schools, orphanages and poor children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The selfless generosity of a woman with such humble income has placed her under the international spotlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;In March, Forbes magazine named her one of 48 outstanding philanthropists from the Asia-Pacific region. A month later, Time magazine selected the year's top 100 influential people and she emerged under the Heroes of Philanthropy category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Fellow Taiwanese and Oscar- winning director Lee Ang wrote her entry personally. "Money is worthy only if given to those in need," he quoted Ms Chen. He also wrote: "Amazing, but of all she has given away, her greatest gift is leading by example." KINDNESS BEGETS KINDNESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Despite the honour of receiving the Time award in New York, gaining global recognition, and a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;personal meeting with President Ma Ying-jeou, all Ms Chen really cares about is her vegetable &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;If not for President Ma and the Foreign Minister personally convincing her to go, she would not have agreed to visit New York, as she felt that "this is not a competition and I did not win anything".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Amid the frenzy of applying for a passport and preparing for the visit, her main concern was that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;her regular customers would not get their vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Ms Chen has become a celebrity in Taitung county. The local authorities decorated her stall with congratulatory posters and banners hailing her as the Pride of Taitung and the Model of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Philanthropy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;There are fans who turn up at the stall with a vegetable basket and a camera, hoping for a picture with Ms Chen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Despite all the attention, she remains humble. "I have done nothing extraordinary and anyone who wants to can do it. There are many other charitable people; we just don't know about them," she said. Ms Chen, who is unmarried, added: "I do not place great importance on money. When I donate to help others, I feel at peace and happy, and I can sleep well at night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;She also feels for the poor, having experienced hardship in her younger days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Born in 1950, Ms Chen lost her mother after completing her primary-school education. Her mother was admitted to hospital because of difficulties in labour and the family had to pay an insurance of NT$5,000 before medical attention could be granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Ms Chen saw her father asking their neighbours for money, but it was too late to save her mother. The eldest daughter in the family, Ms Chen had to grow up overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;She gave up her studies and dedicated her life to helping at the vegetable stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;When she was 18, her younger brother fell sick and the illness dragged on for over a year, gradually depleting the family's savings. Doctors suggested that the family send her brother to Taiwan National University Hospital, but they could not afford the fees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Mr Huang Shun-zhong, a teacher at Ren-ai Primary School, started a donation drive. Unfortunately, her brother could not be saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;After experiencing the kindness bestowed upon her family, Ms Chen made up her mind to help the poor once she was able. When her father died 17 years ago, Ms Chen, a devoted Buddhist, generously donated NT$1 million to Fo Guang Shan Monastery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;In 2000, she donated NT$1 million to her alma mater, Ren-ai Primary School, to set up an Emergency Relief Fund to help poor children obtain financial help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;SIMPLE LIFE WITHOUT LUXURIES&lt;br /&gt;Assisting in the setting up and maintenance of the fund is Mr Li Guo-rong, who teaches Ms Chen's nephew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;In 2001, Mr Li had a plan to build a library for the school and estimated the cost to be between NT$4 million and NT$5 million. When he approached Ms Chen, in the hope that she might contribute NT$50,000, Li was shocked when she said she would fund the entire project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The school was sceptical, but Ms Chen was determined. In May 2005, the two-storey library was completed and named Chen Shu-chu Library in honour of the "Vegetable Market heroine" alumnus. She had donated NT$4.5 million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Ms Chen's ability to donate such large sums of money has led many to ask: How can a mere vegetable seller earn so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;"Spend only what you need, and you'll be able to save up a lot of money!" said Ms Chen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Since 1996, she has donated NT$36,000 to help three children in the Kids Alive International organisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;To achieve this, she explained that she empties her loose change into three little cardboard boxes at home every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;"This is a simple act that anyone can do, isn't it?" she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Ms Chen leads a very simple life without any luxuries. She does not have any desire for material gain nor any form of enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Work, she said, is her enjoyment. "I love my work. If I didn't, would I be able to work 16 hours a day?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;All she needs is food and a place to sleep. Everything else is a luxury. She does not buy expensive clothes as "I do not socialise much, hence, there is no need for such beautiful clothes. The clothes from the roadside stalls are good enough for me, and, even then, I like to bargain".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Her daily meals cost less than NT$100: a bowl of vegetarian rice and a bowl of noodles for NT freeze whatever that cannot be finished, spend another NT$20 on a can of gluten and add that to the rice with some hot water. "This becomes porridge and is very tasty," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;HER HAPPINESS PRINCIPLE&lt;br /&gt;She also sleeps on the hard floor, a habit from her younger days when she started working at the vegetable stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The comfort of her warm bed made getting up early to go to the wholesaler very difficult, especially during the cold winter months. Hence Ms Chen made up her mind to sleep on the cold floor, where she would not run the risk of being late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Has business improved after winning the award? "Business is as usual," she said. "I still need to sell my vegetables. Not much has changed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Advertisers have approached her to film commercials; financial managers have offered to manage her finances and other well-wishers have offered to donate money. She rejects these advances politely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;"It is easy to return borrowed money, but difficult to return a favour," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;"I have to be very careful in handling money matters,"she added. Even when customers tip her, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;she refuses to accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;"Buying from my stall is already a form of support," she explained. The only commercial Ms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Chen was willing to take on was for the Bureau of National Health Insurance, in memory of her beloved mother. She requested all shoots be done beside her stall so as not to affect her business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The only payment she was willing to accept was a black T-shirt given by the Bureau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Since her return from New York, Ms Chen has been working even longer hours. She has a new goal: To collect NT$10 million to set up a Chen Shu-chu Bursary aimed at helping poor children pay for school fees and medical bills, things she could not afford as a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;"All I need is to sell a few more vegetables, save a little more money, in addition to a number of insurance policies that are near the end of their term. A lot of people are also willing to donate. I am sure there won't be any problems," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Mr Li, who treats Ms Chen like a sister, said that setting up the bursary is actually a good way to let her retire from selling vegetables and start influencing society with her reputation, in the hope that there will be more generous "Chen Shu-chus".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;As for Ms Chen, she said: "My philosophy in life is simple: If doing something makes you worried, then it must be a wrong thing. If it makes you happy, then you must have done the right thing. What others say is not important."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;She is content with what she has and feels that as long as she "lives a life she wishes for and does the things she wants, that is good enough".&lt;br /&gt;A MOST INSPIRING TRUE STORY OF A HUMBLE, SELF-SACRIFICING COMMON WOMAN......A RARE BREED IN THIS MODERN RAT-RACE WORLD OF OURS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;IT IS SUCH HEART-WARMING ACTS LIKE THIS THAT GIVE THE HUMAN RACE HOPE ...&lt;br /&gt;" Life is a bunch of experiences and I am going to make it as incredible as possible" &lt;/span&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/4292148258761716803-2705962246500962651?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/2705962246500962651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=2705962246500962651&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/2705962246500962651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/2705962246500962651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/12/inspiring-story.html' title='Inspiring Story....................................'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Wasxg6ppxE/Tt933814VRI/AAAAAAAAFA8/SwWUgDMfLEE/s72-c/Mail%2BAttachment.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-9092302592090239235</id><published>2011-12-09T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T00:00:07.174+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>Be generous in paying....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-62q3rraWK1o/Tt9y_7Q2rfI/AAAAAAAAFAk/DfQjcYEObEQ/s1600/BeGenerous_275201956_std.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 338px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683387697330564594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-62q3rraWK1o/Tt9y_7Q2rfI/AAAAAAAAFAk/DfQjcYEObEQ/s400/BeGenerous_275201956_std.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Selling tips...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;One of the finest point of being a most likable salesperson is to be a generous and a willing bills payer. I have been a habitual payer whenever I go out to dine and drink with friends. I always made it a practice to feel proud and honour to feed the bills, no matter who are with me when we are out. As long as I could afford the amount, I would attempt to take the initiative to pay first. Sometime I might even instruct the waiter or the cashier of the restaurant that I'm the host who is responsible to pay for the final billing, even before our food is served. My sincerity and generosity of being a willing spender for my guests could always be felt and appreciated. You might say some could be taking an advantage over my generosity, but as long as I could make my friends happy, I would still continue to pay these bills without any ill thought over them. I always tell my clients... When you allow me to pay the food bills, indirectly you are giving me value and respect. These value and respect inspire me to do well in my career. Thank you for letting me pay this little amount to entertain you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Generosity quote&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We cannot do great things on this Earth, only small things with great love" - Mother Teresa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292148258761716803-9092302592090239235?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/9092302592090239235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=9092302592090239235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/9092302592090239235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/9092302592090239235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/12/be-generous-in-paying.html' title='Be generous in paying....'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-62q3rraWK1o/Tt9y_7Q2rfI/AAAAAAAAFAk/DfQjcYEObEQ/s72-c/BeGenerous_275201956_std.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-4708211366562252217</id><published>2011-12-08T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T00:00:00.832+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>The reasons why man lives a shorter life than woman.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QFK5ttjf5KU/TtT3G-CUnfI/AAAAAAAAFAY/xyytMR2d58k/s1600/ages.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680436729125051890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QFK5ttjf5KU/TtT3G-CUnfI/AAAAAAAAFAY/xyytMR2d58k/s400/ages.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;My personal observation why most aging men failed to stay in their career, or had little drive to live or not happier in their golden age are mainly due to four reasons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The first is...&lt;/strong&gt; They spent too much time with their old folks friends or buddies who had no personal drive themselves. Their friends discouraged them to work further. They influenced each others to do nothing, except talking old mother stories. You could see them at old coffee shops, sipping tea and reading newspaper most of the time. Avoid them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second...&lt;/strong&gt; The aging men have no younger friends to spur them. They are too prideful and too proud to mix with their younger generation. They aren't aware that the younger people are also afraid to approach the older folks. Yes! The older mind has experiences and wisdom but they lacked the youthfulness and strength. Suggest... Befriend the youngsters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third...&lt;/strong&gt; They are too lazy to exercise. The vitality and health for any age is still regular exercising. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fourth...&lt;/strong&gt; They are afraid to fall in love again. In fact the fourth reason is most important. The logic is... Woman can live without man but man can never live without woman. Some might still have wives around but being stubborn and arrogance, they turn enemies or have misunderstanding with their the other half. They quarrel and fight more then they make love. In the heart and mind, they might still have thought to seek for another woman, but not many would darn to fall for another woman again. They are afraid the families, relatives and friends might disrespect their wrongful involvement with another lady, while their wives are still alive. With a sorrowful and lonesome heart what do you expect out of these aging men. I always said.. A happy heart sees a beautiful world but when your heart is unhappy, the whole world seems ugly and uninteresting anymore. That's why woman usually out lived man wherever they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I strong believe&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If women didn’t exist, all the money in the world would have no meaning".&lt;/em&gt;&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/4292148258761716803-4708211366562252217?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/4708211366562252217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=4708211366562252217&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/4708211366562252217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/4708211366562252217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/12/reasons-why-man-lives-shorter-life-than.html' title='The reasons why man lives a shorter life than woman.'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QFK5ttjf5KU/TtT3G-CUnfI/AAAAAAAAFAY/xyytMR2d58k/s72-c/ages.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-7370231577232346615</id><published>2011-12-07T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T00:00:03.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>Discipline..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xni45DwLROg/TtOK3TuyHDI/AAAAAAAAFAM/gYjwdKjOSH0/s1600/Discipline.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680036237838261298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xni45DwLROg/TtOK3TuyHDI/AAAAAAAAFAM/gYjwdKjOSH0/s400/Discipline.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Selling tips...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I used to be asked by rookie agents this question&lt;strong&gt;..."What is the toughest part in selling life insurance?&lt;/strong&gt; My reply is always the same... &lt;strong&gt;To discipline oneself!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;A paid job is one when someone controls and manages you. There are rules and regulations you have to be abide. You have to clock-in and clock-out each day when you need to go to work. You have to report to your immediate boss who instructs and delegates work to you. As long as you follow rules and be able to fulfill all obligations and responsibilities, your salary or income is assured at the end of each month. Simple as that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not in selling life insurance.&lt;/strong&gt; The day I became an agent thirty years ago, I knew I had to set my own destiny. Previously when I was working for someone, other people dictated my future. If they like me, I might have a chance to progress and improve. Otherwise my destiny is more or less under their hand. However an agent is considered a self employed professional. A job or a career without a basic or a salary. Our income is derived from our commission and incentives. As a professional agent, we don't need to report to anyone, and we have no specific time to start and to end our work. Sounds nice! Yes! At the beginning everday is like a holiday. Nobody or a boss to jump on you and you are free to start the day as when you like. Not so nice at the end of the month when you realised that there is no commission in your statement. So! The only way to do well and to see a big fat cheque towards the end is to work hard and see as many prospects as possible. To say it is also easy but to do it is actually difficult to most agents. The reason is... &lt;strong&gt;They lack discipline.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;A sincere and frankly advice to those who have intention to take up this career... Unless you are a well disciplined person and have self determination, selling life insurance in the long run might be tough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something I learned&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;"One-half of life is luck; the other half is discipline ? and that?s the important half, for without discipline you wouldn?t know what to do with luck."- Carl Zuckmeyer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292148258761716803-7370231577232346615?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/7370231577232346615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=7370231577232346615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/7370231577232346615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/7370231577232346615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/12/discipline.html' title='Discipline..........'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xni45DwLROg/TtOK3TuyHDI/AAAAAAAAFAM/gYjwdKjOSH0/s72-c/Discipline.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-345905248493834138</id><published>2011-12-06T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T00:00:08.622+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><title type='text'>A picture can make you laugh.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YMaLbsOSCP0/TtMX-ATcG5I/AAAAAAAAFAA/draZ6gMrHsc/s1600/image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679909909045189522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YMaLbsOSCP0/TtMX-ATcG5I/AAAAAAAAFAA/draZ6gMrHsc/s400/image009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt; I'm a cartoon's collector, especially the naughty and the cheeky one. They make us laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;Look at the one I am posting today. If you happened to be that naked guy, would you yell or to hold on to your breath? The lady on the top floor seems playing innocent, while the pussy on the lower floor is cheeky as ever. Right? Do you consider that guy as brave? He is brave to hold his body with all his fingers clinging to the edge of the outside window. Not brave to face his wrong. The picture relates the real part of our life. If you have a sense of humour, I'm sure you would laugh together with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you know&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"A person without a sense of humor is like a wagon without springs. It's jolted by every pebble on the road" - Henry Ward Beecher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/4292148258761716803-345905248493834138?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/345905248493834138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=345905248493834138&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/345905248493834138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/345905248493834138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/12/picture-can-make-you-laugh.html' title='A picture can make you laugh.....'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YMaLbsOSCP0/TtMX-ATcG5I/AAAAAAAAFAA/draZ6gMrHsc/s72-c/image009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-6088214137690019041</id><published>2011-12-05T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T00:00:02.635+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>HONESTY......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DTiQiIZ0Gjk/TtDXGoy-lWI/AAAAAAAAE_0/bhI9YYOW1ZU/s1600/honesty1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679275639144617314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DTiQiIZ0Gjk/TtDXGoy-lWI/AAAAAAAAE_0/bhI9YYOW1ZU/s400/honesty1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330000;"&gt;There was a farmer who sold a pound of butter to the baker. One day the baker decided to weigh the butter to see if he was getting a pound and he found that he was not. This angered him and he took the farmer to court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judge asked the farmer if he was using any measure. The farmer replied, "Your Honor, I am primitive. I don't have a proper measure, but I do have a scale." The judge asked, "Then how do you weigh the butter?" The farmer replied, "Your Honor, long before the baker started buying butter from me, I have been buying a pound loaf of bread from him. Every day when the baker brings the bread, I put it on the scale and give him the same weight in butter. If anyone is to be blamed, it is the baker."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the moral of the story?&lt;/strong&gt; We get back in life what we give to others. Whenever you take an action, ask yourself this question - Am I giving fair value for the wages or money I hope to make?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honesty and dishonesty&lt;/strong&gt; become a habit. Some people practise dishonesty and can lie with a straight face. Others lie so much that they don't even know what the truth is anymore. But who are they deceiving? Themselves - more than anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honesty can be put across gently. Some people take pride in being brutally honest. It seems they are getting a bigger kick out of the brutality than the honesty. &lt;strong&gt;Choice of words and tact are important. &lt;/strong&gt;&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/4292148258761716803-6088214137690019041?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/6088214137690019041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=6088214137690019041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/6088214137690019041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/6088214137690019041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/12/honesty.html' title='HONESTY......'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DTiQiIZ0Gjk/TtDXGoy-lWI/AAAAAAAAE_0/bhI9YYOW1ZU/s72-c/honesty1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-2181719840561210191</id><published>2011-12-04T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T00:00:02.946+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><title type='text'>Why we should not flirt !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iCTAOTdxU1k/TtDUuKOuSdI/AAAAAAAAE_o/C47SYIMhjNw/s1600/1233855191oz8GfA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 346px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679273019599374802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iCTAOTdxU1k/TtDUuKOuSdI/AAAAAAAAE_o/C47SYIMhjNw/s400/1233855191oz8GfA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Sunday laugh....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;A couple was invited to a swanky family masked fancy dress Halloween party. The wife got a terrible headache and told her husband to go to the party alone. He, being a devoted husband, protested, but she argued and said she was going to take some aspirin and go to bed and there was no need for his good time to be spoiled by not going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;So he took his costume and away he went... The wife, after sleeping soundly for about an hour, woke without pain and as it was still early, decided to go to the party. As her husband didn't know what her costume was, she thought she would have some fun by watching her husband to see how he acted when she was not with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;So she joined the party and soon spotted her husband in his costume, cavorting around on the dance floor, dancing with every nice' chick' he could and copping a little feel here and a little kiss there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;His wife went up to him and being a rather seductive babe herself, he left his new partner high and dry and devoted his time to her. She let him go as far as he wished, naturally, since he was her husband. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;After more drinks he finally whispered a little proposition in her ear and she agreed, so off they went to one of the cars and had passionate intercourse in the back seat. Just before unmasking at midnight , she slipped away and went home and put the costume away and was sitting up reading when he came in, so she asked what kind of time he had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;'Oh, the same old thing. You know I never have a good time when you're not there.' Then she asked, 'Did you dance much?' He replied, 'I'll tell you, I never even danced one dance. When I got there, I met Pete, Bill Brown and some other guys, so we went into the spare room and played poker all evening.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;'You must have looked really silly wearing that costume playing poker all night!' she said with unashamed sarcasm. To which the husband replied, &lt;strong&gt;'Actually, I gave my costume to my Dad.... apparently he had the time of his life'. &lt;/strong&gt;&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/4292148258761716803-2181719840561210191?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/2181719840561210191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=2181719840561210191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/2181719840561210191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/2181719840561210191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/12/why-we-should-not-flirt.html' title='Why we should not flirt !'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iCTAOTdxU1k/TtDUuKOuSdI/AAAAAAAAE_o/C47SYIMhjNw/s72-c/1233855191oz8GfA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-4517288007008769457</id><published>2011-12-03T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T00:00:02.737+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><title type='text'>A pussy sees another wild pussy.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c2_iJezGPlE/TtClcIg8BNI/AAAAAAAAE-s/OavIQhox1aI/s1600/image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 366px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679221032854750418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c2_iJezGPlE/TtClcIg8BNI/AAAAAAAAE-s/OavIQhox1aI/s400/image011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When a pussy sees another wild pussy... This would what happened! If you can't see the other pussy, something must be wrong with your brain!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292148258761716803-4517288007008769457?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/4517288007008769457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=4517288007008769457&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/4517288007008769457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/4517288007008769457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/12/pussy-sees-another-wild-pussy.html' title='A pussy sees another wild pussy.....'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c2_iJezGPlE/TtClcIg8BNI/AAAAAAAAE-s/OavIQhox1aI/s72-c/image011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-6963922802398922045</id><published>2011-12-02T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T00:00:00.281+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>Faithful dog stays at masters grave .......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aCQid9oQa1Q/TtC7UeLSRuI/AAAAAAAAE_c/lFbJR5mvBTo/s1600/dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679245090486372066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aCQid9oQa1Q/TtC7UeLSRuI/AAAAAAAAE_c/lFbJR5mvBTo/s400/dog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rxjNztaUKZ8/TtC7PJttsmI/AAAAAAAAE_Q/DLYyjcnEtxw/s1600/grave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679244999094284898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rxjNztaUKZ8/TtC7PJttsmI/AAAAAAAAE_Q/DLYyjcnEtxw/s400/grave.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;In a tear-jerking display of loyalty, a faithful dog in China has refused to leave his late master's graveside even after going seven days without food. Just like Edinburgh's legendary Greyfriars Bobby, the little Scottish terrier who visited his master's grave every day for 14 years, the faithful yellow dog simply cannot bear to be parted from his friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His owner Lao Pan, who died aged 68, earlier this month, lived alone in a little house in the village of Panjiatun in the Liaoning Province with just the dog for company. After seven days without a meal, concerned villagers begun bringing food and water to the graveside and even plan to build a little kennel for the dog to curl up in at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;One villager told how he decided to adopt the dog and brought him back home but he immediately escaped and rushed back to be close to his late master.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;...................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How true is&lt;/strong&gt; .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The dog is a yes-animal, very popular with people who can't afford to keep a yes-man" ~Robertson Davies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/4292148258761716803-6963922802398922045?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/6963922802398922045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=6963922802398922045&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/6963922802398922045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/6963922802398922045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/12/faithful-dog-stays-at-masters-grave.html' title='Faithful dog stays at masters grave .......'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aCQid9oQa1Q/TtC7UeLSRuI/AAAAAAAAE_c/lFbJR5mvBTo/s72-c/dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-7535371120524390730</id><published>2011-12-01T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T00:00:04.403+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><title type='text'>Words have double effects.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bBVtdOD3B4g/TtCzed1ZpUI/AAAAAAAAE_E/46GmMgZ12Io/s1600/A_badly_injured_man_with_a_crutch_100621-155869-035009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679236466100249922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bBVtdOD3B4g/TtCzed1ZpUI/AAAAAAAAE_E/46GmMgZ12Io/s400/A_badly_injured_man_with_a_crutch_100621-155869-035009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;Follow from yesterday title......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663300;"&gt;A week later, a top manager trained by the speaker tried to crack this good joke at home. But he was already a bit foggy after a drink. He said loudly to his wife who was preparing dinner: "The greatest years of my life were spent in the arms of a woman who was not my wife!" The wife went: "Huh??!" with shock and rage. Standing there for 20 seconds trying to recall the second half of the joke, the man finally blurted out: "....and I can't remember who she was!" By the time he regained consciousness, he was on a hospital bed nursing burns from boiling water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral of the story&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Don't copy if you can't paste! Remember words applied wrongly can cause terrible consequences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292148258761716803-7535371120524390730?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/7535371120524390730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=7535371120524390730&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/7535371120524390730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/7535371120524390730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/12/words-have-double-effects.html' title='Words have double effects.....'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bBVtdOD3B4g/TtCzed1ZpUI/AAAAAAAAE_E/46GmMgZ12Io/s72-c/A_badly_injured_man_with_a_crutch_100621-155869-035009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-924378241716532122</id><published>2011-11-30T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T00:00:00.992+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><title type='text'>Two meanings one word......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AqIb9JPmRjw/TtCugRPpqwI/AAAAAAAAE-4/DEfF2BwdJNs/s1600/ZitsDisagree.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 128px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679230999522290434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AqIb9JPmRjw/TtCugRPpqwI/AAAAAAAAE-4/DEfF2BwdJNs/s400/ZitsDisagree.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;A word that has two meanings. One causes Hate and the other creates Joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;A popular motivational speaker was entertaining his audience. He Said : "The best years of my life were spent in the arms of a woman who wasn't my wife!" The audience was in silence and shock. The speaker added: "And that woman was my mother!" Laughter and applause!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292148258761716803-924378241716532122?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/924378241716532122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=924378241716532122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/924378241716532122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/924378241716532122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/11/two-meanings-one-word.html' title='Two meanings one word......'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AqIb9JPmRjw/TtCugRPpqwI/AAAAAAAAE-4/DEfF2BwdJNs/s72-c/ZitsDisagree.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-8064551510768514207</id><published>2011-11-29T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T00:00:01.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><title type='text'>Money is important to woman......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UkRl1xOUVTI/TtCYyPz3coI/AAAAAAAAE-g/TpMzlOkqGLE/s1600/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 122px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679207119119151746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UkRl1xOUVTI/TtCYyPz3coI/AAAAAAAAE-g/TpMzlOkqGLE/s400/image007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;To me as a man I would say...The Beauty of a woman isn't in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to the heart - the place where love resides".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;Asked a little girl of twenty what she sees in the beauty of man... Answer was he must have a lot of money. The lady who just turned thirty said.. He must be rich and wealthy. The matured woman of forty claimed that man must be filthy rich in order to be termed as successful. An auntie of fifty declared man should be loaded with tons of cash in his bank account before he could marry her daughters. Old grannies could be happier if their sons and grand sons are all millionaires. Is easy to satisfy woman! Gentlemen please buck up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food for thought -&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Money poisons you when you've got it, and starves you when you haven't" -D. H. LAWRENCE, Lady Chatterley's Lover &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/4292148258761716803-8064551510768514207?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/8064551510768514207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=8064551510768514207&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/8064551510768514207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/8064551510768514207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/11/money-is-important-to-woman.html' title='Money is important to woman......'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UkRl1xOUVTI/TtCYyPz3coI/AAAAAAAAE-g/TpMzlOkqGLE/s72-c/image007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-2302684708433248786</id><published>2011-11-28T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T00:00:05.319+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Hat of convenience......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0CRqso7FWN0/TtB9fQVMjSI/AAAAAAAAE-U/Ovo7jVYyPIM/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 340px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679177106027482402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0CRqso7FWN0/TtB9fQVMjSI/AAAAAAAAE-U/Ovo7jVYyPIM/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;What hat do you wear? I mean what type of personality do you carry yourself. Some have more than one. Outside you are an angel to everyone but at home you are like a devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was young, married with children still in school, I took life very seriously. At work, I would not joke and laugh and all my colleagues were scared of me. My boss liked my character then, a serious employee is a committed and responsible worker. In functions and parties nobody darned to challenge me for a drink because I never like drinking. My words and thoughts were firm and friends found it difficult to change my perception and thinking. In the house, all my children were afraid of me because I never played fun with them either. To avoid my presence whenever I reached home, they would be hiding in their own bedroom, pretending to be studying. Yes! I was wearing one hat of the same personality of myself. No smile and no joke, except the seriousness in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in life when I took up selling life insurance, I began to change because the career allows me to learn and to relearn all about life. I was seeing many people and families, everyone of them was different in behaviour and in character. I saw the educated and professional classes whom I thought were polished in manner but it was the not so educated and unprofessional classes who taught me the language of kindness. The rich might have the wealth and success but the poor have the heart of richness. What hat do I wear now? Yes! Today I wear the Hat Of Convenience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hat of convenience is one you could change. Don't just always carry one hat. Have many hats to keep. I have the hat of respect to make people like me. The hat of trust which people believe in us. The hat of humour and fun, when everyone smiles at you. The hat of responsibility and honesty which add all values in ourselves. Thanks a million to my career, today I have many Hats to convenient my interaction with the world. Certainly I make myself a better rounded person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food for thought&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“It's beauty that captures your attention; personality which captures your heart.”&lt;/em&gt;&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/4292148258761716803-2302684708433248786?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/2302684708433248786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=2302684708433248786&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/2302684708433248786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/2302684708433248786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/11/hat-of-convenience.html' title='Hat of convenience......'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0CRqso7FWN0/TtB9fQVMjSI/AAAAAAAAE-U/Ovo7jVYyPIM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-6322132298456689035</id><published>2011-11-27T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T00:00:00.682+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><title type='text'>Funeral Expenses.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VjVo6hB1H48/Ts-TQJQfkcI/AAAAAAAAE-I/uKVijqWGQAQ/s1600/cartoons11.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678919560709771714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VjVo6hB1H48/Ts-TQJQfkcI/AAAAAAAAE-I/uKVijqWGQAQ/s400/cartoons11.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoy this joke. Don't let your wife see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A man and his ever-nagging wife went on vacation in Jerusalem .&lt;br /&gt;While they were there, the wife suddenly passed away.&lt;br /&gt;The undertaker told the husband, "You can have her buried here in the Holy Land&lt;br /&gt;for $150, or we can have her shipped back to your country for $5,000.&lt;br /&gt;The husband thought about it and told the undertaker he would have her shipped&lt;br /&gt;back home. The undertaker asked him, "why would you spend $5,000 to have her&lt;br /&gt;shipped home when you could have a beautiful burial here, and it would only cost you&lt;br /&gt;$150 ?". The husband replied, "I know. Long ago, a man died here, was buried here.&lt;br /&gt;But three days later, rose from the dead.&lt;strong&gt; I just can’t take that chance !" &lt;/strong&gt;&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/4292148258761716803-6322132298456689035?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/6322132298456689035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=6322132298456689035&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/6322132298456689035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/6322132298456689035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/11/funeral-expenses.html' title='Funeral Expenses.......'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VjVo6hB1H48/Ts-TQJQfkcI/AAAAAAAAE-I/uKVijqWGQAQ/s72-c/cartoons11.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-5726098130915899741</id><published>2011-11-26T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T00:00:07.586+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Why shout when angry?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sf2D1-R_h_Q/Ts-P4vs8qhI/AAAAAAAAE98/uJAthnm88UY/s1600/The-Buddha-illustrated-quote-Believe-Nothing-300x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678915860177922578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sf2D1-R_h_Q/Ts-P4vs8qhI/AAAAAAAAE98/uJAthnm88UY/s400/The-Buddha-illustrated-quote-Believe-Nothing-300x300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;A Buddha asked his disciples, 'Why do we shout in anger?&lt;br /&gt;Why do people shout at each other when they are upset?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disciples thought for a while, one of them said, 'Because&lt;br /&gt;we lose our calm, we shout for that.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'But, why to shout when the other person is just next to you?' asked the Buddha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;'Isn't it possible to speak to him or her with a soft voice?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you shout at a person when you're angry?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disciples gave some other answers but none satisfied the Buddha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally he explained, 'When two people are angry at each other, their&lt;br /&gt;hearts distance a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cover that distance they must shout to be able to hear each other.&lt;br /&gt;The angrier they are, the stronger they will have to shout to hear&lt;br /&gt;each other through that great distance.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Buddha asked, 'What happens when two people fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;They don't shout at each other but talk softly, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because their hearts are very close. The distance between them is very small...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Buddha continued, 'When they love each other even more, what happens?&lt;br /&gt;They do not speak, only whisper and they get even closer to each other&lt;br /&gt;in their love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally they even need not whisper, they only look at each other and that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how close two people are when they love each other.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL: When you argue do not let your hearts get distant, do not say words that distance each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292148258761716803-5726098130915899741?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/5726098130915899741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=5726098130915899741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/5726098130915899741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/5726098130915899741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/11/why-shout-when-angry.html' title='Why shout when angry?'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Sf2D1-R_h_Q/Ts-P4vs8qhI/AAAAAAAAE98/uJAthnm88UY/s72-c/The-Buddha-illustrated-quote-Believe-Nothing-300x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-1192837704550513255</id><published>2011-11-25T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T00:00:06.947+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>You look younger with an older man....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tE3lQZJz5DY/Ts5B8Ko8FZI/AAAAAAAAE9w/4hfoDlzdLno/s1600/441442-Royalty-Free-RF-Clip-Art-Illustration-Of-A-Young-Woman-Dating-An-Older-Man-Over-A-Pink-Heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 396px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678548682064795026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tE3lQZJz5DY/Ts5B8Ko8FZI/AAAAAAAAE9w/4hfoDlzdLno/s400/441442-Royalty-Free-RF-Clip-Art-Illustration-Of-A-Young-Woman-Dating-An-Older-Man-Over-A-Pink-Heart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;Nobody likes to be old or to look older, especially for the ladies. If you are a woman who is at the late fifties, you might look pretty old to men who are forties and below. However when she is surrounded with the senior citizen males, she is a darling to all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day while I was enjoying a party with little darling, we saw a lady who was sitting alone sipping her wine. She looks old to us. We were guessing her age, wondering whether she is in her early fifties or much older. Later there came another male guest whom I believe could be touching his late seventies. Out of lonesome, both the lady and the man sat together to introduce themselves. They chat and drank happily. I told little darling to look closer at her again. I forwarded this question.."Dear! Do you think this lady looks younger now?" Little darling was amazed with the rapid change in her. "Yes! Yes! She certainly looks much younger now".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason was quite simple because there was another much older gentleman to create the contrast personality in her. Moral of the story... A woman to pick a lover who has to be much much older than her. Otherwise as you grow older, you might look a mother to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good advice&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;“Better have an old man to humor than a young rake to break your heart” -proverb quotes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/4292148258761716803-1192837704550513255?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/1192837704550513255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=1192837704550513255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/1192837704550513255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/1192837704550513255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/11/you-look-younger-with-older-man.html' title='You look younger with an older man....'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tE3lQZJz5DY/Ts5B8Ko8FZI/AAAAAAAAE9w/4hfoDlzdLno/s72-c/441442-Royalty-Free-RF-Clip-Art-Illustration-Of-A-Young-Woman-Dating-An-Older-Man-Over-A-Pink-Heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-1141484298891358932</id><published>2011-11-24T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T00:00:02.667+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><title type='text'>How to love woman... For the man.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5LTKrkilThs/TszwjDGjcII/AAAAAAAAE9k/9G-v7PKTMxk/s1600/2010031912451612589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678177715126235266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5LTKrkilThs/TszwjDGjcII/AAAAAAAAE9k/9G-v7PKTMxk/s400/2010031912451612589.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I was a lousy male lover when I was young. Today with much more understanding of life, I make a better lover to the woman I love most now. Yesterday I was writing 'How to love man' for the ladies to read and today I like to share with the men... 'How to love woman!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All ladies like intelligent gentlemen who could share their knowledge and wisdom. If men who are smart enough to add humour and fun into their sharing, they might even capture the heart of those ladies who listen. An intelligent man without a sweet and pleasant mouth seldom attracts the females, but those who speak with compliments, appreciation and admiration are always the blue eyed boys for the ladies. Women feel secure when they are with men who are brave and are willing to walk the extra miles with them. You might not be the richest man in town but when you have a generous heart and a kind thought, most ladies could fall for you too. Don't forget to arm and develop a short gun for yourself because no wild pussy would be satisfied with a soft and weak little john. Be exciting and romantic to lead coz you are a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me it works! Otherwise I won't be having so many dears, honeys, darlings and one sweetheart who all loves me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Funny Quote&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; "A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend. A successful woman is one who can find such a man". &lt;/em&gt;&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/4292148258761716803-1141484298891358932?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/1141484298891358932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=1141484298891358932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/1141484298891358932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/1141484298891358932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/11/how-to-love-woman-for-man.html' title='How to love woman... For the man.'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5LTKrkilThs/TszwjDGjcII/AAAAAAAAE9k/9G-v7PKTMxk/s72-c/2010031912451612589.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-2046540098949667239</id><published>2011-11-23T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T00:00:10.602+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><title type='text'>How to love man... for the ladies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNb022n_drQ/TsuERIP9zjI/AAAAAAAAE9Y/tFhBSEbpG_U/s1600/How-To-Love-A-Man.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677777185037733426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNb022n_drQ/TsuERIP9zjI/AAAAAAAAE9Y/tFhBSEbpG_U/s400/How-To-Love-A-Man.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;A single lady friend was lonesome. Successful she is in her career but not many know she craves for someone to love her. Seeking my knowledge she wanted me to teach her how to love a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what I told the lady who is at her late forties. No man would like a bossy woman. The woman could be intelligence with her friends but she has to be smart to play dumb when she is with her man. To stand out in the open, is good for any woman to be attractive, creative, knowledgeable or even enterprising but never show your authority and prowess with the man you love. All women have the feminine charm, tenderness, sexiness and most important of all is the hidden pussy, God given to them. Use your care and concern to capture the attention of him. Blow your smell of sweetness to brighten his eyes. Move your gorgeous physical from top to bottom to excite his thought. Apply your tender words and voice to stimulate his brain. Meow your pussy when the time is right. Act 'Stupid' as innocent to win his love. If only that lady friend could offer herself as what I had described, getting a man to fall in love with her is so easy. So sad! She behaves almost like a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For all the women&lt;/strong&gt; - “&lt;em&gt;You don't love a woman because she is beautiful, but she is beautiful because you love her”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. tomorrow title - How to love woman.. for the men.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292148258761716803-2046540098949667239?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/2046540098949667239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=2046540098949667239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/2046540098949667239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/2046540098949667239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/11/how-to-love-man-for-ladies.html' title='How to love man... for the ladies'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bNb022n_drQ/TsuERIP9zjI/AAAAAAAAE9Y/tFhBSEbpG_U/s72-c/How-To-Love-A-Man.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-8863216760346971968</id><published>2011-11-22T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T00:00:06.718+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Thought &amp; Action.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xQUucgsKGyY/Tsponi1f7LI/AAAAAAAAE9M/q1yGb3aS6KE/s1600/thought_word_action.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677465308829314226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xQUucgsKGyY/Tsponi1f7LI/AAAAAAAAE9M/q1yGb3aS6KE/s400/thought_word_action.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I might look a decent and honest gentleman but believe me, 'The Devil &amp;amp; The Angel' play trick in my mind at time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, there came a beautiful and sexy lady whom was impossible not to stare at. The Angel in me would say... "Hey Robert! Please admire her only from the outside and don't you darn to think further than this. Behave yourself coz you are a good man!" At the same time The Devil from nowhere came to counter the thought as..."Hey young man! She is an available girl who makes a perfect match for you. Try her lah! She could thrill you to the utmost. Make a move now and she is yours!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or another incident when I found a heavy wallet in the Club Gym. Inside the wallet, it contained a few thousand dollars plus many important documents. My Angel was kind enough to tell me that I should handover to the Club office this lost wallet and hopefully it would be returned to the rightful party. While walking towards the office, that silly Devil came and disturbed my mind again.. "Why lah! You found it and its yours now. That few thousands can buy you a lot of goodies and fun for yourself.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks God! By my strong belief, good faith and right teaching, my inner sub-conscious helps me to relate what is right and wrong. Though the 'Devil &amp;amp; Angel' are always there to debate my thought, I never fail to honour my respect for others and hold my dignity in honesty. Yes! I was staring at that sexy lady with some wild imagination but I took it as just fantasy admiration for her. As for the lost wallet's incident, it was returned to the rightful owner but I reminded myself never to allow that unwanted Devil to come into my mind again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The moral of the story is&lt;/strong&gt;... To control our physical action is easy but to control our thought is definitely harder. Action can be seen, whereas thoughts are hidden. I'm telling the truth of myself. What about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food for thought&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Thinking good thoughts is not enough, doing good deeds is not enough, seeing others follow your good examples is enough" - Douglas Horton &lt;/em&gt;&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/4292148258761716803-8863216760346971968?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/8863216760346971968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=8863216760346971968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/8863216760346971968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/8863216760346971968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/11/thought-action.html' title='Thought &amp; Action.....'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xQUucgsKGyY/Tsponi1f7LI/AAAAAAAAE9M/q1yGb3aS6KE/s72-c/thought_word_action.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-7978034693818947253</id><published>2011-11-21T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T00:00:06.111+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><title type='text'>Man with 39 wives.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJm753scQLA/TsUnec1fNgI/AAAAAAAAE9A/5BX1pA48GF4/s1600/111031061006-india-record-family-story-top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675986309460473346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJm753scQLA/TsUnec1fNgI/AAAAAAAAE9A/5BX1pA48GF4/s400/111031061006-india-record-family-story-top.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mizoram, India (CNN) -- The world's population hits 7 billion this week, but Ziona, the patriarch of what may be the biggest family in the world, is not bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care about overpopulation in India ... I believe God has chosen us to be like this (have big families). Those who are born into this family don't want to leave this tradition so we just keep growing and growing," he says with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ziona, who only goes by his first name, has 39 wives, 86 children and 35 grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is 160 enough? Not Ziona, the one man of the world with 39 wives. Even with one wife at home, most men find it difficult to manage. I wonder how Ziona could!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rita Rudner quoted&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; "I love being married. It's so great to find that one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life" (Not for Ziona. He needs 39) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292148258761716803-7978034693818947253?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/7978034693818947253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=7978034693818947253&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/7978034693818947253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/7978034693818947253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/11/man-with-39-wives.html' title='Man with 39 wives.....'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJm753scQLA/TsUnec1fNgI/AAAAAAAAE9A/5BX1pA48GF4/s72-c/111031061006-india-record-family-story-top.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-2618660403823137706</id><published>2011-11-20T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T00:00:09.048+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><title type='text'>Women Gossip.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Ahax4GkLGc/TsUDYZHo2qI/AAAAAAAAE8Q/tcrUdmC1GPU/s1600/gossip.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 370px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675946622965045922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Ahax4GkLGc/TsUDYZHo2qI/AAAAAAAAE8Q/tcrUdmC1GPU/s400/gossip.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;A Pastor goes to the dentist for a set of false teeth. The first Sunday&lt;br /&gt;after he gets his new teeth, he talks for only eight minutes. The second&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, he talks for only ten minutes. The following Sunday, he talks&lt;br /&gt;for 2 hours and 48 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The congregation had to mob him to get him down from the pulpit and they&lt;br /&gt;asked him what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pastor explains the first Sunday his gums hurt so bad he couldn't&lt;br /&gt;talk for more than 8 minutes. The second Sunday his gums hurt too much&lt;br /&gt;to talk for more than 10 minutes. But, the third Sunday, he put his&lt;br /&gt;wife's teeth in by mistake and he couldn't shut up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to accept this fact &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;-"You see a lot of smart guys with dumb women, but you hardly ever see a smart woman with a dumb guy"&lt;br /&gt;Erica Jong quotes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/4292148258761716803-2618660403823137706?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/2618660403823137706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=2618660403823137706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/2618660403823137706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/2618660403823137706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/11/women-gossip.html' title='Women Gossip.....'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8Ahax4GkLGc/TsUDYZHo2qI/AAAAAAAAE8Q/tcrUdmC1GPU/s72-c/gossip.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-4338543818877606500</id><published>2011-11-19T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T00:00:03.038+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><title type='text'>Mental Exercise for Senior Citizen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-697dU57Q-8k/TsUSxwFc6xI/AAAAAAAAE8c/YEZ7iyrJJwg/s1600/AbsCartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675963551301036818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-697dU57Q-8k/TsUSxwFc6xI/AAAAAAAAE8c/YEZ7iyrJJwg/s400/AbsCartoon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just relax, clear your mind and Begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1. What do you put in a toastor? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;If you said "toast", give up now and do something else! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Try not to hurt yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;*If you said bread, go to Question 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;2. Say "silk" five times. Now spell "silk"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;What do cows drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;If you said "milk", don't attempt the next Question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Your brain is over stressed and may even over heat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;*How ever if you said "water", please proceed to Question 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;3. If a red house is made from red bricks... and a blue house is made from blue bricks, and a pink house is made from pink bricks, and a black house is made from black bricks, what is a green house made from? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;If you said "green bricks, why are you still reading these???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;*If you said "glass", go to Question 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;4. It's twenty years ago, and a plane is flying at 20,000 feet over Germany. (If you recall, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Germany at that time was politcally divided into West Germany and East Germany) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Anyway, during the flight, two engine fail. The pilot, realizing that last remaining engine is also failing, decides on a crash landing procedure. Unfortunately the engine fails before he can do so and the plane fatally crashes smack in the middle of "no man"s land" between East Germany and West Germany. Where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;would you bury the survivors? East Germany, West Germany, "or no man's land"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;If your answer is any one of the 3, you MUST STOP now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;If you said, "you don't bury survivors" proceed to next Question.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;5. Without using a calculator.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You are driving a bus from KL city to Penang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;In KL city, 38 people get on the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;In Rawang 12 people get off the bus and nine people get on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;In Tanjong Malim 2 people get off and 12 people get on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;In Kampar 11 people get off and 7 get on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;In Ipoh 21 people get off and 16 get on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;In Butterworth 9 people get off and 2 get on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You then arrive in Penang city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was the name of the bus driver?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Dont you remember your name? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wonderful Quote&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;“Life's golden age is when the kids are too old to need baby-sitters and too young to borrow the family car”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292148258761716803-4338543818877606500?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/4338543818877606500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=4338543818877606500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/4338543818877606500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/4338543818877606500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/11/mental-exercise-for-senior-citizen.html' title='Mental Exercise for Senior Citizen'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-697dU57Q-8k/TsUSxwFc6xI/AAAAAAAAE8c/YEZ7iyrJJwg/s72-c/AbsCartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-410269722529504222</id><published>2011-11-18T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T00:00:03.198+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>The right way to speak on telephone....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7oQ8LXMSNg/TsPFaQaf0iI/AAAAAAAAE8E/-Ruap2lFXW8/s1600/man_on_phone1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 329px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675597010290332194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7oQ8LXMSNg/TsPFaQaf0iI/AAAAAAAAE8E/-Ruap2lFXW8/s400/man_on_phone1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The other day I received a call from one of our management executive who was trying to relate a message to me. She introduced herself and the next second she spoke so fast like a bullet train when I couldn't even catch a word she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is like..."I am Sita from the HQ. Your client &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:#####@@@"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;#####@@@ @@#2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; @@++^^!!!??~~~~ &amp;lt;.&amp;gt; &amp;lt;&amp;gt; &amp;lt;&amp;gt; @@@ dot dot tuneeeeeeee Ttattttaa aa XXXXxxxxxx!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I attempted to stop her many times, she didn't even realised them. A bit disturbed myself, I had to raise and to yell aloud my voice over the phone before she could pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her, "My dear, you have a beautiful voice but you spoke too fast and I could not make out your words. Please take your time and stay calmly. For anyone to understand your conversation on the telephone, you have to speak slowly with pauses in between the lines. Each sentence has to be briefly suspended for a break, so that your listener could understand your explanation. The slower you speak, the easier we could understand. Speak with clarity and speak with confidence my dear. Remember you are representing a Number One Insurance Company in town and we have to speak with perfection."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sita was happy that I corrected her mistakes. And I'm sure she would improve gradually. Many young people could be efficient on a desk job but when they are needed to communicate, they fail to speak well because not many are trained to speak professionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food for thought&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The right word may be effective, but no word was ever as effective as a rightly timed pause" -- Mark Twain &lt;/em&gt;&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/4292148258761716803-410269722529504222?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/410269722529504222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=410269722529504222&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/410269722529504222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/410269722529504222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/11/right-way-to-speak-on-telephone.html' title='The right way to speak on telephone....'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7oQ8LXMSNg/TsPFaQaf0iI/AAAAAAAAE8E/-Ruap2lFXW8/s72-c/man_on_phone1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-7093988582478912382</id><published>2011-11-17T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T09:17:19.192+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><title type='text'>Unpleasant words can kill.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TwxUi57Z1is/TsOp2JY8PpI/AAAAAAAAE74/BPqFRhsD41w/s1600/tn_20613_hanging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 364px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675566703115517586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TwxUi57Z1is/TsOp2JY8PpI/AAAAAAAAE74/BPqFRhsD41w/s400/tn_20613_hanging.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A recent news reported&lt;/em&gt;.... &lt;strong&gt;Ten-year-old girl hangs herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A 10-year-old girl in the United States hung herself with a scarf after being called a slut, ugly and fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaken by the bullying, Ashlynn Conner told her mother she wanted to be home schooled but was denied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother, Stacy Conner, told WCIA-TV “I thought my kids are strong kids, and that my words for them for guidance and advice was going to have more weight than what these kids could be saying.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlynn's sister found her hanging in her closet the following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her single mother told WCIA-TV she knew her daughter was being bullied, but not to that extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another case last week, teenager Ashley Billasano tweeted 144 times before committing suicide. Not one of her 500 followers reached out to help her.&lt;br /&gt;.............................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;See! Words can kill! I always advised others to say good things. If you had non, please keep your mouth shout. Meaningful words, sincere compliments, nice proverbs or powerful quotes can inspire and motivate our mind. While unpleasant words always hurt our emotion and feeling. Try avoiding them at all cost. Though I'm a non writer but with much admiration and appreciative comments from my readers, they spur me to write everyday since 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please remember&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-"Pleasant words are a honeycomb, sweet to the soul and healing to the bones" &lt;/em&gt;&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/4292148258761716803-7093988582478912382?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/7093988582478912382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=7093988582478912382&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/7093988582478912382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/7093988582478912382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/11/unpeasant-words-can-kill.html' title='Unpleasant words can kill.....'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TwxUi57Z1is/TsOp2JY8PpI/AAAAAAAAE74/BPqFRhsD41w/s72-c/tn_20613_hanging.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-2075963067467353353</id><published>2011-11-16T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T00:00:11.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><title type='text'>Good Manner in proper seating on dinning....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8nVmrZgIamU/TsJq4y_y_gI/AAAAAAAAE7s/OT3ikx0hDNU/s1600/Diners_tnb.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675216004434820610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8nVmrZgIamU/TsJq4y_y_gI/AAAAAAAAE7s/OT3ikx0hDNU/s400/Diners_tnb.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our local news reported&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Retired Ah Long gunned down at coffee shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;JOHOR BARU: A 60-year-old retired Ah Long was shot dead as he was having breakfast with his wife at a coffee shop in Taman Ungku Tun Aminah here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee Shoo Tong, who was a regular at the shop along Jalan Perkasa 4 here, died at the scene at 9.15am yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee was sitting with his back facing the road when the shot was fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.............................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should Mr Lee knew how to locate his sitting place, he would have been alive today. In our typical Chinese culture, it's a manner to offer a proper seating for those who are older than us, especially for an older senior man. Whenever I have an opportunity to dine with a group of friends, I make sure the person who is older than me has to be placed with a seat besides a wall. I will invite him to sit first, his body behind a wall and he faces towards the open. Is bad manner to allow the young one to sit inside while the older one sitting with their back facing the open or the road. The logic is simple! Sitting inside with the wall behind is safer. It offers a direct view when one could see the entire area. You know exactly what is happening around the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, if I happened to be eating alone, I won't pick a seat with my back facing the road, or near to the toilet or even the kitchen place. I prefer to face toward the front or the main entrance. A seat I considered to be lucky and comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One fine tip to the man.&lt;/strong&gt; As a gentleman myself, I always invite ladies to sit first and placing myself again to sit inside with my back facing the wall. While dinning, I have to be alert and careful to make sure that my ladies in attendance are well protected. Should anything occurred behind the ladies, I would not hesitate to casual them. Life is always uncertain, accidents could happen anytime and a first class gentleman is one who could save his friends. So! If one is smart, he should know how to position himself even sitting in a eating place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food for thought&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"Good manners will open doors that the best education cannot" -Clarence Thomas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/4292148258761716803-2075963067467353353?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/2075963067467353353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=2075963067467353353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/2075963067467353353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/2075963067467353353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/11/good-manner-in-proper-seating-on.html' title='Good Manner in proper seating on dinning....'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8nVmrZgIamU/TsJq4y_y_gI/AAAAAAAAE7s/OT3ikx0hDNU/s72-c/Diners_tnb.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-4340273346181428945</id><published>2011-11-15T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T00:00:07.151+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>The Art of Selling.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wy30Le1nNRI/TsEuhh3NOEI/AAAAAAAAE7g/T7VxoLLdqko/s1600/businessmanhp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674868159024019522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wy30Le1nNRI/TsEuhh3NOEI/AAAAAAAAE7g/T7VxoLLdqko/s400/businessmanhp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Selling tips...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Are you proud to be a salesperson? If you aren't, selling is going to be tough for you. Professional salesperson is an unique breed, one who could understand another person better than other professionals. Let me show you our special skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professional salesperson has a sharp sight to determine a real and a genuine buyer. At looking the face of a person, he could see the facial expression of whether the potential customer is ready to befriend him. The various features of the face shows the character of a person. The intelligence is indicated on the eyebrows, the both eyes reveal the heart, the nose represents authority, the bone structure highlights confidence and the ears symbolise longevity and strength. This is the understanding of facial study which good sales persons could master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next! All professional salesperson develop a pair of patient ears. They listen and to understand the needs of their customers. They give ample time for others to speak and talk. Their patience allows their mind to understand and eventually to offer the best solutions for their clients. Their ears are sharp to differentiate whether customers are truthful in their words. A No might not be a true No, or a Yes might not be a true Yes! A good sales person knows whether potential customers are lying or cheating. This is the mastering of talking and good sales persons acquire it as an Art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next! All professional salesperson love talking. They don't just speak with their mind, but rather they speak with their mind and the heart together. They are intelligence in their thought and sincere in their doing. Their words are persuasive, convincing and meaningful. Their enthusiasm and excitement from their words create action and energy. Man would like them and ladies might even fall in love with them too. Mind you! Talking is an Art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next! A Super Professional salesperson even learns Graphology. Graphology is the pseudo scientific study and analysis of handwriting, especially in relation to human psychology. By the handwriting and signature of his friends and clients, he could assess the personality of the individual. This knowledge allows him to deal more efficiently with his customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do have these qualities and skills, selling would definitely be interesting and rewarding. I consider myself as a Super Professional salesperson because I do have all these skills. I'm proud of my job and would never trade my profession for anything on earth. What about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good salesperson has this - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'They may forget what you said, but they will never forget how you made them feel" -Carl W. Buechner quotes &lt;/em&gt;&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/4292148258761716803-4340273346181428945?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/4340273346181428945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=4340273346181428945&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/4340273346181428945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/4340273346181428945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/11/art-of-selling.html' title='The Art of Selling.....'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wy30Le1nNRI/TsEuhh3NOEI/AAAAAAAAE7g/T7VxoLLdqko/s72-c/businessmanhp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-1042248541407697982</id><published>2011-11-14T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T00:00:00.553+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><title type='text'>What I want in a Man.......?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XryWcc1JJ8Y/TrvHkL26NZI/AAAAAAAAE7U/_te0Jbxr8Gw/s1600/stock-illustration-8465604-handsome-guy-in-tuxedo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 380px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673347580075586962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XryWcc1JJ8Y/TrvHkL26NZI/AAAAAAAAE7U/_te0Jbxr8Gw/s400/stock-illustration-8465604-handsome-guy-in-tuxedo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; While dinning in a Japanese Restaurant, I collected something interesting and would like to share with everyone.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I want in a man, Original List....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;1. Handsome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;2. Charming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;3. Financial successful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;4. A caring listener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;5. Witty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;6. In good shape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;7. Dress in style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;8. Appreciate finer things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;9. Full of thoughtful surprises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nTKiKzwhtck/TrvHgJwUeNI/AAAAAAAAE7I/LK1KGxqi-J8/s1600/cartoon-business-man-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673347510791600338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nTKiKzwhtck/TrvHgJwUeNI/AAAAAAAAE7I/LK1KGxqi-J8/s400/cartoon-business-man-02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;What I want in a man, Revised List (age 32)....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;1. Nice looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;2. Opens car doors, holds chairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;3. Has enough money for a nice dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;4. Listens more than talks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;5. Laughs at my jokes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;6. Carries bags of groceries with ease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;7. Owns at least one tie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;8. Appreciates a good home-cooked meal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;9. Remembers birthday and anniversaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-np_i1seD9mQ/TrvHU2qlyLI/AAAAAAAAE68/00f1dsQXmf4/s1600/imagesCAJNFA11.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 138px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673347316688734386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-np_i1seD9mQ/TrvHU2qlyLI/AAAAAAAAE68/00f1dsQXmf4/s400/imagesCAJNFA11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;What I want in a man, Revised List (age 42)....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;1. Not too ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;2. Doesn't drive off until I'm in the car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;3. Works steady - splurges on dinner out occasionally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;4. Nods head when I'm talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;5. Usually remembers punch lines of jokes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;6. Is in good enough shape to rearrange the furniture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;7. Wears a shirt that cover his stomach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;8. Knows not to buy champagne with a screw-top lids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;9. Remembers to put the toilet seat down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;10. Shaves most weekends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QbMeXUosWHw/TrvHNn_5PnI/AAAAAAAAE60/az920GpooiY/s1600/independent-thinker-2.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 66px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673347192492473970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QbMeXUosWHw/TrvHNn_5PnI/AAAAAAAAE60/az920GpooiY/s400/independent-thinker-2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I want in a man, Revised List (age 52)....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;1. Keeps hair in nose and ears trimmed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;2. Doesn't belch or scratch in public&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;3. Doesn't borrow money too often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;4. Doesn't nod off to sleep when I'm venting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;5. Doesn't re-tell the same joke too many times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;6. Is in good enough shape to get off the couch on weekends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;7. Usually wears matching socks and fresh underwear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;8. Appreciates a good TV dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;9. Remembers your name on occasion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;10. Shaves some weekends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P4s8G9FaGis/TrvHEs1BthI/AAAAAAAAE6k/Sd3M_VujF5g/s1600/1045857-Royalty-Free-RF-Clip-Art-Illustration-Of-A-Cartoon-Cheap-Old-Man.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 388px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673347039170246162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P4s8G9FaGis/TrvHEs1BthI/AAAAAAAAE6k/Sd3M_VujF5g/s400/1045857-Royalty-Free-RF-Clip-Art-Illustration-Of-A-Cartoon-Cheap-Old-Man.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I want in a man, Revised List (age 62)....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;1. Doesn't scare small children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;2. Remembers where bathroom is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;3. Doesn't require much money for upkeep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;4. Only snores lightly when asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;5. Remembers why he's laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;6. Is in good enough shape to stand up by himself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;7. Usually wears some clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;8. Likes soft foods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;9. Remembers where he left his teeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;10. Remembers that it's the weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4pcxMXq6Vz4/TrvG7SIS04I/AAAAAAAAE6Y/yVamN7gTz10/s1600/old-man-photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 380px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673346877384479618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4pcxMXq6Vz4/TrvG7SIS04I/AAAAAAAAE6Y/yVamN7gTz10/s400/old-man-photo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I want in a man, Revised List (age 72)....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;1. Breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;2. Doesn't miss the toilet&lt;br /&gt;.................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you check it with my little darling, she would tell you my Revised List is under the age 32. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What about yours?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/4292148258761716803-1042248541407697982?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/1042248541407697982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=1042248541407697982&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/1042248541407697982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/1042248541407697982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/11/what-i-want-in-man.html' title='What I want in a Man.......?'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XryWcc1JJ8Y/TrvHkL26NZI/AAAAAAAAE7U/_te0Jbxr8Gw/s72-c/stock-illustration-8465604-handsome-guy-in-tuxedo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-1200157642895508075</id><published>2011-11-13T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T00:00:02.011+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><title type='text'>The Polish Divorce</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WNG2qppI_sc/TrqVquG9zpI/AAAAAAAAE6M/uo-QioN-9kc/s1600/th_untitled3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673011241790852754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WNG2qppI_sc/TrqVquG9zpI/AAAAAAAAE6M/uo-QioN-9kc/s400/th_untitled3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;The Polish Divorce&lt;br /&gt;A Polish man moved to the USA and married an American girl.&lt;br /&gt;Although his English was far from perfect, they got along very well.&lt;br /&gt;One day he rushed into a lawyer's office and asked him if he could arrange a divorce for him.&lt;br /&gt;The lawyer said that getting a divorce would depend on the circumstances, and asked him the following questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you any grounds?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, an acre and half and nice little home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I mean what is the foundation of this case?&lt;br /&gt;It made of concrete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you understand..&lt;br /&gt;Does either of you have a real grudge?&lt;br /&gt;No, we have carport, and not need one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean what are your relations like?&lt;br /&gt;All my relations still in Poland .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any infidelity in your marriage?&lt;br /&gt;We have hi-fidelity stereo and good DVD player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your wife beat you up?&lt;br /&gt;No, I always up before her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your wife a nagger?&lt;br /&gt;No, she white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you want this divorce?&lt;br /&gt;She going to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you think that?&lt;br /&gt;I got proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of proof?&lt;br /&gt;She going to poison me..&lt;br /&gt;She buy a bottle at drugstore&lt;br /&gt;and put on shelf in bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;I can read... it say:&lt;br /&gt;~~~Polish Remover~~~&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/4292148258761716803-1200157642895508075?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/1200157642895508075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=1200157642895508075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/1200157642895508075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/1200157642895508075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/11/polish-divorce.html' title='The Polish Divorce'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WNG2qppI_sc/TrqVquG9zpI/AAAAAAAAE6M/uo-QioN-9kc/s72-c/th_untitled3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-4937596859873624666</id><published>2011-11-12T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T00:00:02.513+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><title type='text'>A piece of paper saves my day.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VQoGkEQpx3k/TrqQ1-Cfn2I/AAAAAAAAE6A/yoFrtaUPb8Y/s1600/image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673005937487486818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VQoGkEQpx3k/TrqQ1-Cfn2I/AAAAAAAAE6A/yoFrtaUPb8Y/s400/image006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;"&gt;This picture makes me laugh. The other day I was almost caught without paper and water after finishing my job. Angry I was but I couldn't be scolding anyone and I was to be blamed for not taking extra caution when going into an unattended toilet. Searching my pocket, I found a tiny unused white paper in my wallet. That paper saved my day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;"&gt;Carry a paper please - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"I put a piece of paper under my pillow, and when I could not sleep I wrote in the dark" - Henry David Thoreau &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292148258761716803-4937596859873624666?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/4937596859873624666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=4937596859873624666&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/4937596859873624666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/4937596859873624666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/11/piece-of-paper-saves-my-day.html' title='A piece of paper saves my day.....'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VQoGkEQpx3k/TrqQ1-Cfn2I/AAAAAAAAE6A/yoFrtaUPb8Y/s72-c/image006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-3315524146944723896</id><published>2011-11-11T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T00:00:02.851+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Time has changed......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MlAfvPurY5I/TrqE_iCpQII/AAAAAAAAE50/jXWMgm09qIo/s1600/0511-0805-1218-2060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672992907631083650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MlAfvPurY5I/TrqE_iCpQII/AAAAAAAAE50/jXWMgm09qIo/s400/0511-0805-1218-2060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;I was having a business talk with my client at The Starbucks Coffee. I noticed there were many students around and all seemed to be engrossed to their books. My client's daughter was one of them. The father introduced his attractive girl to me, then only I knew these students were here to study for the next week SPM examination. SPM is equivalence to the Senior Cambridge or the Form Five Final examination. She was also here to take her passport size photograph from one of the photo shop in the shopping complex. According to her, the photograph is needed when entering the exam hall. All students have to place their personal photos on top of their desks. The purpose is to verify and confirm that the candidate is the legitimate student taking the papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Things have really changed. Forty eight years ago when I took the Senior Cambridge, we need not show any identification. We just walked into the hall and picked the desks that labelled our exam serial number. No one would ask us anything and we leave the hall after the papers were completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has changed! Today I believe our children are more intelligence and smarter, but they lack the creditability and trust. In order to prevent manipulating or cheating on the examination, the authorities have set rules and regulations. Not our days when cheating was uncommon and everyone trust each other. We had to burn the late nite candles to study at home, while today's children had the comfort to study with coffee served by The Starbucks. I wish to be a child again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral of the story&lt;/strong&gt;... The more intelligence one is, the more crafty and untruthful you are. The more smarter one is, the more you know how to enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A funny proverb to laugh at -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The more you learn, the more you know,&lt;br /&gt;The more you know, the more you forget&lt;br /&gt;The more you forget, the less you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/4292148258761716803-3315524146944723896?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/3315524146944723896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=3315524146944723896&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/3315524146944723896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/3315524146944723896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/11/time-has-changed.html' title='Time has changed......'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MlAfvPurY5I/TrqE_iCpQII/AAAAAAAAE50/jXWMgm09qIo/s72-c/0511-0805-1218-2060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-3034610304905366310</id><published>2011-11-10T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T00:00:09.572+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><title type='text'>A good laugh can determine true happiness....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TLL9dJBqNbQ/Trkf-ogD-tI/AAAAAAAAE5o/bYxxANMJTh0/s1600/laughter-laugh-love-live-rerun-motivational-1290448521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 346px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672600366534097618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TLL9dJBqNbQ/Trkf-ogD-tI/AAAAAAAAE5o/bYxxANMJTh0/s400/laughter-laugh-love-live-rerun-motivational-1290448521.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#006600;"&gt;Mary is little darling's good friend, whom I have known three years ago. We never failed to visit her family during the Deepavali's celebration. The last visit to her home, I could sense she was much a happier lady. I told her, she is a A Happy Woman today comparing the last two years. She was curious to know how I could see her mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#006600;"&gt;My explanation... A laugh can determine whether a person is truly happy or not! A flick laugh is usually from the mind. It's just a gesture to acknowledge another person. Or to pretend that you are happy. This hypocritical laughter doesn't come with a sincere smile and the voice is flat and doesn't sound cheerful. The flick laugh comes like "Haha Haha!!!" On the other hand, a truly happy laugh is one that vibrates and translates from the heart. It is more sweeter and tastier. This laughter could not be controlled because it's a natural sounding from the mind and the heart. The facial shows the expression of joyfulness, the pitch of the voice is relatively high and the movement of the body is graceful and charming. The laughter goes like "Hahahaha Hahahaaaaa!!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#006600;"&gt;Yes! My dear sister Mary, I'm so glad you finally found your love and happiness. Remember this quote... &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;"A happy heart would see a beautiful world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292148258761716803-3034610304905366310?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/3034610304905366310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=3034610304905366310&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/3034610304905366310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/3034610304905366310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/11/good-laugh-can-determine-true-happiness.html' title='A good laugh can determine true happiness....'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TLL9dJBqNbQ/Trkf-ogD-tI/AAAAAAAAE5o/bYxxANMJTh0/s72-c/laughter-laugh-love-live-rerun-motivational-1290448521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-3261909567426867167</id><published>2011-11-09T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T09:50:57.318+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>What is ego......???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dmoW3ztaAbM/TrelBSmcWoI/AAAAAAAAE5c/apQkWs5GRwE/s1600/ego.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 168px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672183697287961218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dmoW3ztaAbM/TrelBSmcWoI/AAAAAAAAE5c/apQkWs5GRwE/s400/ego.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Little darling was asking whether egoism is bad! If you refer to some encyclopedia, their definition could be described as... Egoism is an excessive sense of self-importance and to solely act in one &amp;amp;apos;s own interest even if it hurts other people. People describe egoism as being "selfish."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer to her is Yes and No! An aggressive salesperson who has no high ego, might not challenge himself to be the top sales producer. I believe all successful people have high ego as well. Their inner pride and self esteem which are also considered as their personal ego, gives them their extra energy and force to strive for their goals and achievement. This ethical egoism creates prestigious and glamorous instinct to win all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand if for some reasons, little darling has offended me and not willing to seek for forgiveness. Then I have to say, she is definitely a lady who has a lot of ego and pride, when she refuses to accept her mistakes. Her self importance is playing on her, accepting defeat is rather difficult to admit. As she is a most understanding person, she is always prepared to say the word 'Sorry' when she is at wrong. In fact to say 'Sorry' is a strength and not as most people thought it's a weakness. To say Sorry, one needs to have the courage and less of egoism to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food for thought&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Every man of action has a strong dose of egoism, pride, hardness, and cunning. But all those things will be regarded as high qualities if he can make them the means to achieve great ends" - Giorgos Seferis quotes.&lt;/span&gt;&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/4292148258761716803-3261909567426867167?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/3261909567426867167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=3261909567426867167&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/3261909567426867167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/3261909567426867167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/11/what-is-ego.html' title='What is ego......???'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dmoW3ztaAbM/TrelBSmcWoI/AAAAAAAAE5c/apQkWs5GRwE/s72-c/ego.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-1790496623437163671</id><published>2011-11-08T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T00:00:01.094+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><title type='text'>A cheating husband.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wy2e9eVnryk/TrdocJS8TkI/AAAAAAAAE5Q/0nB7Wrs796U/s1600/cza1103l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 330px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672117088437423682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wy2e9eVnryk/TrdocJS8TkI/AAAAAAAAE5Q/0nB7Wrs796U/s400/cza1103l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;On my path in selling life insurance, I encountered unlimited cases when girls, women, ladies or wives were complaining that their men were not faithful with them. Boys dated other girls when they had special girlfriends. Women and ladies who claimed to have their soul mates, caught their men flirting with other females. Wives were frustrated to see their husbands sleeping with prostitutes or keeping another women outside. They could be sad, angry and jealous but nothing could be more devastating than this. Read on to find out yourself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From our local news....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;FOR the past few months, a 29-year-old woman suspected that her husband was having an affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liza, a mother of two, noticed changes in her husband's behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He became very hot tempered and tried to pick a fight with me over small matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I also found condoms in his car,” she said, as reported by Harian Metro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night Liza decided to spy on him, telling him that she had to work late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she found out about his secret life when she found him with a naked man in their bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When I caught them in the room together, my husband tried to give excuses, saying his friend had come over to rest in our home,” she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liza also found racy SMS messages in his phone and private messages on his Facebook account with other men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I also found e-mails with photographs of naked men which were sent to him from other men,” said the devastated wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband later admitted that he had had sex with many men because he was sodomised during his school days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, Liza tested herself for HIV and she was relieved when the test came back negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I love my family and I don't want a divorce but I'm very confused with this situation,” she said.&lt;br /&gt;“He was always very soft-spoken and gentle but I never thought it would end up this way,” said the hospital attendant from Klang.&lt;br /&gt;...........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;See! Loosing your man to another woman is sad and hurting, but loosing him to another man is something beyond return. Reason he has a little dick, while you have the soft pussy pussy only. The only advice I could suggest to Liza is... forget that man. Right or wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like this quote &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-“CNN found that Hillary Clinton is the most admired woman in America. Women admire her because she's strong and successful. Men admire her because she allows her husband to cheat and get away with it.” - Jay Leno quotes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/4292148258761716803-1790496623437163671?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/1790496623437163671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=1790496623437163671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/1790496623437163671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/1790496623437163671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/11/cheating-husband.html' title='A cheating husband.....'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wy2e9eVnryk/TrdocJS8TkI/AAAAAAAAE5Q/0nB7Wrs796U/s72-c/cza1103l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-2366001981620337268</id><published>2011-11-07T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T00:00:04.302+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>To shoot with a willing heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tb76rPs42UA/TrPfPFy3XSI/AAAAAAAAE5E/DHIu15CFGu0/s1600/catch42-nothing-is-impossible-to-a-willing-heart_design.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671121806136139042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tb76rPs42UA/TrPfPFy3XSI/AAAAAAAAE5E/DHIu15CFGu0/s400/catch42-nothing-is-impossible-to-a-willing-heart_design.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Selling tips...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Han is our BDE, a young executive staff to assist our sales agencies. This morning he sent me this message... &lt;strong&gt;Quoted by Robert Townsend&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If you shoot for the stars &amp;amp; hit the moon, its OK. But you've got to shoot for something. A lot of people don't even shoot."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Is good of him to motivate our sales team with this quotation in the early morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I replied Han with my message... &lt;strong&gt;Quoted by Robert Foo&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When the mind aims to shoot with a willing heart, you will strike everything beautifully."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;It took me years to understand... Selling a product by comparison and competing is tough, whereas to sell with trust &amp;amp; respect is much easier. The upper needs to be learned, and the latter has to be earned. Han.. Shooting alone might end nowhere but when you aim to shoot with a willing heart, you capture the entire world. Hopefully you understand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292148258761716803-2366001981620337268?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/2366001981620337268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=2366001981620337268&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/2366001981620337268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/2366001981620337268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/11/to-shoot-with-willing-heart.html' title='To shoot with a willing heart.'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tb76rPs42UA/TrPfPFy3XSI/AAAAAAAAE5E/DHIu15CFGu0/s72-c/catch42-nothing-is-impossible-to-a-willing-heart_design.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-9069085582903333668</id><published>2011-11-06T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T00:00:06.570+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><title type='text'>Smart Old Man.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BAIhHptsntQ/TrKmMTSnF1I/AAAAAAAAE44/vExTuLhEIBs/s1600/imagesCABQ5U5M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670777611079849810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BAIhHptsntQ/TrKmMTSnF1I/AAAAAAAAE44/vExTuLhEIBs/s400/imagesCABQ5U5M.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He bounces and weighs each breast and he gently pinches each nipple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pushes her breasts together and rubs them against each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of minutes of this, she says, 'Okay, okay....How oA woman decides to have a face lift for her 50th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She spends $15,000 and feels pretty good about the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On her way home, she stops at a newsstand to buy a newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before leaving, she says to the clerk, 'I hope you don't mind my asking, but how old do you think I am?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'About 32,' is the reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nope! I'm exactly 50.' the woman says happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while later she goes into McDonald's and asks the counter girl the very same question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl replies, 'I'd guess about 29.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman replies with a big smile, 'Nope, I'm 50.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she's feeling really good about herself. She stops in a drug store on her way down the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes up to the counter to get some mints and asks the clerk this burning question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clerk responds, 'Oh, I'd say 30.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again she proudly responds, 'I'm 50, but thank you!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the bus to go home, she asks an old man waiting next to her the same question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replies, 'Lady, I'm 78 and my eyesight is going. Although, when I was young there was a sure-fire way to tell how old a woman was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds very straightforward, but it requires you to let me put my hands under your bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, and only then can I tell you EXACTLY how old you are.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wait in silence on the empty street until her curiosity gets the best of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She finally blurts out, 'What the hell, go ahead.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He slips both of his hands under her blouse and begins to feel around very slowly and carefully.&lt;br /&gt;ld am I?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He completes one last squeeze of her breasts, removes his hands, and says, 'Madam, you are 50.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stunned and amazed, the woman says, 'That was incredible, how could you tell?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man says, 'Promise you won't get mad?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I promise I won't' she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I was behind you at McDonalds...'&lt;/em&gt;&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/4292148258761716803-9069085582903333668?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/9069085582903333668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=9069085582903333668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/9069085582903333668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/9069085582903333668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/11/smart-old-man.html' title='Smart Old Man.....'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BAIhHptsntQ/TrKmMTSnF1I/AAAAAAAAE44/vExTuLhEIBs/s72-c/imagesCABQ5U5M.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-933003279580115795</id><published>2011-11-05T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T00:00:08.712+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><title type='text'>Tech Savvy Child.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uej6fVTeNao/TrKeMhRR-AI/AAAAAAAAE4g/el0hSSTYdfM/s1600/imagesCA3IPIGL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670768818739345410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uej6fVTeNao/TrKeMhRR-AI/AAAAAAAAE4g/el0hSSTYdfM/s400/imagesCA3IPIGL.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;"&gt;I started to learn the computer at a late age of 50. Though was a bit late, nevertheless my young heart and mind helped me to explore and to progress this far. Good enough for me to understand the blogging world. Today, things have changed! Everyone is accessible to a computer and parents are sending their children to learn the Internet. Let me introduce you to my young friend who is a Tech Savvy Child of the year&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;V&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;V&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;V&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;V&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;V&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;V&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;V&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cGjAUrrrhfY/TrKeIv-INBI/AAAAAAAAE4U/FcRG-XnscvY/s1600/image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670768753966068754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cGjAUrrrhfY/TrKeIv-INBI/AAAAAAAAE4U/FcRG-XnscvY/s400/image017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Anybody who says they are a good liar obviously is not, because any legitimately savvy liar would always insist they're honest about everything.&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Klosterman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292148258761716803-933003279580115795?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/933003279580115795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=933003279580115795&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/933003279580115795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/933003279580115795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/11/tech-savvy-child.html' title='Tech Savvy Child.......'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uej6fVTeNao/TrKeMhRR-AI/AAAAAAAAE4g/el0hSSTYdfM/s72-c/imagesCA3IPIGL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-7502758269041021786</id><published>2011-11-04T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T20:10:07.848+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>Awesome Mom......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gnqre9Ib12w/TrKFVEwBLdI/AAAAAAAAE4I/iab60kZlclA/s1600/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670741477911768530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gnqre9Ib12w/TrKFVEwBLdI/AAAAAAAAE4I/iab60kZlclA/s400/image001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Clinging on for dear life to the side of a vertical cliff, the tiny lion cub cries out pitifully for help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;His mother arrives at the edge of the precipice with three other lionesses and a male. The females start to clamber down together but turn back daunted by the sheer drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually one single factor determines which of them will risk her life to save the youngster – motherly love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drama begins: The mother arrives at the edge of the cliff as her son cries out for rescue after being trapped when he slipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FSvT3rtwcDg/TrKFMk002JI/AAAAAAAAE38/GQSP4rL4zhQ/s1600/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 329px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670741331903043730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FSvT3rtwcDg/TrKFMk002JI/AAAAAAAAE38/GQSP4rL4zhQ/s400/image002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;On the brink: Four lionesses look over the edge before aborting their rescue mission because of the sheer drop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, agonisingly, the big cat edges her way down towards her terrified son, using her powerful claws to grip the crumbling cliff side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One slip from her and both animals could end up dead at the bottom of the ravine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KKmbpLmYiwU/TrKFHE5X61I/AAAAAAAAE3w/4X17LVslt1o/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670741237432838994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KKmbpLmYiwU/TrKFHE5X61I/AAAAAAAAE3w/4X17LVslt1o/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Just as the exhausted cub seems about to fall, his mother circles beneath him and he is snatched up in her jaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then begins the equally perilous journey back to the top. Minutes later, they arrive and she gives the frightened creature a consoling lick on the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dramatic rescue, captured by wildlife photographer Jean-Francois Largot, was played out in Kenya ’s Masai Mara game reserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the presence of wardens to deter poachers, day-to-day life for the lions is not without its dangers … as the cub learned the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gNQsZ-X8jbY/TrKE_TKZnHI/AAAAAAAAE3k/EHbhReDKWVI/s1600/image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670741103823395954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gNQsZ-X8jbY/TrKE_TKZnHI/AAAAAAAAE3k/EHbhReDKWVI/s400/image004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Rescue mission: The mother inches her way down the cliff face to rescue the terrified cub before locking him in her jaws and making her way back up the cliff face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QDhCGHqsVIs/TrKCAbjcXrI/AAAAAAAAE3Y/qWxKAOBY3Y8/s1600/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670737824720903858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QDhCGHqsVIs/TrKCAbjcXrI/AAAAAAAAE3Y/qWxKAOBY3Y8/s400/image005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Motherly love&lt;/strong&gt;: The mother gives her son a lick to say that all is well in the pride following the drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOW AWESOME IS THIS? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4292148258761716803-7502758269041021786?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/7502758269041021786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=7502758269041021786&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/7502758269041021786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/7502758269041021786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/11/awesome-mom.html' title='Awesome Mom......'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gnqre9Ib12w/TrKFVEwBLdI/AAAAAAAAE4I/iab60kZlclA/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-7002413982703227739</id><published>2011-11-03T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T19:50:28.700+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><title type='text'>Hug &amp; kisses save your love....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MUOLFuMBCBQ/TrFLYqX5ORI/AAAAAAAAE3M/lQBX9ZY9boo/s1600/hug%2Bday%252Chug%2Bsms%252C%2Bhug%2Bpictures%252Ckiss%2Bday%252C%2B1%255B6%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670396292899617042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MUOLFuMBCBQ/TrFLYqX5ORI/AAAAAAAAE3M/lQBX9ZY9boo/s400/hug%2Bday%252Chug%2Bsms%252C%2Bhug%2Bpictures%252Ckiss%2Bday%252C%2B1%255B6%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Over a dinner with a couple who are my clients, the wife was complaining that the husband is easily agitated and getting angry most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Softly over her ear, I told her... "My dear! You are to be blamed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was taken aback, shocked and confused to hear that immediate statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my explanation... Most successful men are busy. Busy men are usually stressful because they are ambitious, active, enterprising and have high expectation on their work. Such men like to be appreciated and admired upon. The lucky one might get some pats from their bosses for performing. The little gentle taps or compliments could lighten the stressful mind. Not all bosses are the understanding type or if you have no boss to appreciate your excellencies, you have to work alone silently. The lonesome world might lead you to be unhappy and frustrated. However if the wife or the girlfriend understands the emotion of man, things would work differently. The touches, hugs, kisses and gentle strokes from women are considered as a gesture of affection. The more attentions and affection of such are given to the man, the less stressful would he be. Even animals, like cats and dogs lick to touch their partners all the time. When you hear the sound of Meooooow!!! from a cat, you know she is happy. Man even needs more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling the wife on the face I said, "You have not touched enough with your husband. For him to be agitated easily, you are to be blamed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the men...&lt;/strong&gt; Don't forget our women as well. Hug and kiss them more often. Me... Oh! I love to be hugged all the time. Do you know.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A kiss without a hug is like a flower without the fragrance." &lt;/em&gt;&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/4292148258761716803-7002413982703227739?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/7002413982703227739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=7002413982703227739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/7002413982703227739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/7002413982703227739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/11/hug-kisses-save-your-love.html' title='Hug &amp; kisses save your love....'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MUOLFuMBCBQ/TrFLYqX5ORI/AAAAAAAAE3M/lQBX9ZY9boo/s72-c/hug%2Bday%252Chug%2Bsms%252C%2Bhug%2Bpictures%252Ckiss%2Bday%252C%2B1%255B6%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-9117783619647715318</id><published>2011-11-02T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T09:33:38.674+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><title type='text'>The power of the inner brain....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XCzdEIVVnyM/Tq_2eGabvSI/AAAAAAAAE3A/9TNk_wrV2v4/s1600/male_and_female_brains_118055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670021452860734754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XCzdEIVVnyM/Tq_2eGabvSI/AAAAAAAAE3A/9TNk_wrV2v4/s400/male_and_female_brains_118055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;I have a keen learner who is a 10 years old boy. He knows the different between intelligence and smart. Intelligence is the ability to learn and smartness is the ability to apply what you have learned. Recently he asked again,"Sifu! How to be smart like you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the simplest way to explain to my student, I said... Each time when u learn and hear something interesting, please talk and share with friends about what you have gathered. Information could be stored in our outer brain for only 48 hours. If you don't apply what you have listened, after the 48 hours you would find it difficult to remember what you had learned. However if you seriously attempt to speak and use the application within the 48 hours, those information would be automatically be pushed and stored into your inner brain for future use. The inner brain has the capacities to keep and maintain million of data and info in this powerful memory. Smartness comes when you have more ideas and thoughts which are permanently stored in this magical brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 10 years old friend found it easy to learn from the above explanation. I hope you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food for thought&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"All that we are is the result of what we have thought. The mind is everything. What we think we become" - Buddha quotes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&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/4292148258761716803-9117783619647715318?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/9117783619647715318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=9117783619647715318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/9117783619647715318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/9117783619647715318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/11/power-of-inner-brain.html' title='The power of the inner brain....'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XCzdEIVVnyM/Tq_2eGabvSI/AAAAAAAAE3A/9TNk_wrV2v4/s72-c/male_and_female_brains_118055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-5461270060177058305</id><published>2011-11-01T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T00:00:01.110+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>Selling needs sincerity.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-orbHadIjx80/Tq65k-1zosI/AAAAAAAAE2o/lU1v7nWuIvU/s1600/sincerity_definition.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669673025901142722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-orbHadIjx80/Tq65k-1zosI/AAAAAAAAE2o/lU1v7nWuIvU/s400/sincerity_definition.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;On my recent title, 'Dedication' a comment was posted by Maram who said...&lt;br /&gt;Hi Young man Bob,&lt;br /&gt;Many a time an insurance agent comes to me to sell their product. I always doubt their sincerity. Are they selling bcos it is really good for me &amp;amp; family, or it is more good for him? He is motivated becos it is his lifeline! Not quite bcos he wants to help me!! Xcept for medical n life protection, i think the savings plan are nothing but dull!&lt;br /&gt;Sincerity Bob, are they sincere in their job! Nothing beats sincerity. W/o it, they are just sleek deceivers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maram...&lt;/strong&gt; Just to keep you a little inform on what is happening in our company. On 9th Sept 2011, our company advertised in the paper with the headline as 'Listening reaps golden success.' The advertisement was to congratulate 244 of our stellar agents who had gained the prestigious Million Dollar Round Table (MDRT) recognition. Founded 1n 1927, MDRT is the US-based premier association for the world's leading financial professionals in the life insurance business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe my company has the most qualifying MDRT agents of the year 2011 in our local industry, numbering 244. We have 13,000 contracted agents in the company. The 244 represents less than 2% of our total working agents. On worldwide calculation, it's a known fact that each year there is less than 3% of the international life insurance agents would qualify the MDRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of our 244 qualifying MDRT agents, One has been a qualifying and life member for 28 years consecutively, follow by the next one of 16 years, one 12 years, one 11 years and the rest below nine years qualification. Most of them are mainly for the first and second years qualification. Many had qualified before but not many could sustain and to maintain the qualification repeatedly every year. The qualification is based on our personal production. Maram, if you had seen that advertisement, your friend RF is the one who holds the 28 years qualification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Certainly I'm proud and happy to be able to qualify this prestigious association every year. The fact is... Without the support and respect from my clients and friends, I know very well, I won't be able to reach there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next question in your mind&lt;/strong&gt;... Why not many agents qualified like you? Maram, do you know the big money is not just selling and selling. The high earners are those who have many agents who sell for them. I have many colleagues who joined the industry almost the same time with me, are currently holding the position as Group Agency Manager or Senior Agency Manager. Each of them could be having direct or indirect agents numbering by the thousand or hundred. The overriding earning could be by the million too. Not only they earn much more than me, the companies they represent love them even more. Their forces and influence are greater than one RF who has nothing to show, except the dedication and commitment to his clients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why many could not sustain selling life insurance? Reasons.. Not many would have the patience and determination to learn the trick of being successful. Those who could have make some money, find it difficult to continue to see prospects endlessly. The principle company encourages agents to recruit for further expansion. They believe in numbers or sizable agencies who could bring in the sales. Recognition and glamour are always directed to Agency Managers. Those who could have reached and matured to a ripe old age in selling as agents, understand the sincerity in thought and speak the language of kindness. In this process of life, they would have lost the determination to strive, or their enthusiasm could have diminished or their physical health is rather weak by now. Not forgetting the business requires constant learning and upgrading, otherwise the aging agents might be unable to progress in this career any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maram I hope you understand. Selling life insurance isn't easy as one thinks. You might want our whims and fancy, but the one who could stay and last in this career is the one who loves and has passion in selling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Specially for Maram&lt;/strong&gt; - “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When work, commitment, and pleasure all become one and you reach that deep well where passion lives, nothing is impossible.” &lt;/em&gt;&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/4292148258761716803-5461270060177058305?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/5461270060177058305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=5461270060177058305&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/5461270060177058305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/5461270060177058305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/11/selling-needs-sincerity.html' title='Selling needs sincerity.....'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-orbHadIjx80/Tq65k-1zosI/AAAAAAAAE2o/lU1v7nWuIvU/s72-c/sincerity_definition.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-6185946163088753976</id><published>2011-10-31T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T00:00:00.414+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>Dedication.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rzslWMcOD9M/TqwoEDnBhOI/AAAAAAAAE2E/Lh5ctmvPGQE/s1600/imagesCA9ZAG2M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668950081106183394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rzslWMcOD9M/TqwoEDnBhOI/AAAAAAAAE2E/Lh5ctmvPGQE/s400/imagesCA9ZAG2M.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Selling tips....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Jean is our staff working at our main office. For the past few months, towards the end of the month, she would call me personally. Checking with me those endowment and educational policies which I had sold more than twenty years ago and are maturing now. She would ask whether those maturing cheques be dispatched to me or to be sent directly to our policy holders. My instruction is always to let me have them, so that I would hand personally to my clients myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of curiosity, yesterday when I had a long chat over the phone with Jean, I managed to gather some surprised information from her. Though we don't market anymore endowment plan today, there are many endowment policies sold previously are maturing currently. According to her, 90% of these maturing policies are no longer served by the attending or servicing agent. Either the agents have passed away or they had left the business with our company. Jean's responsibility is to locate these customers' where about. Their address could be incomplete or they have moved. Her job is never easy. Unclaimed payment would be sent to our Central Bank for same keeping. The agents who sold the balance of the 10% maturing policies are still around. They numbered less than 10 of us. Out of these 10 agents who have been with the company for more than 25 years, only one agent is willing to receive these payments from the head office and later handover these cheques to his clients. Jean said these old timers insisted payment should be mailed or they are not sure where their clients are staying now. Jean felt that this only one agent who is willing to accept the responsiblity to hand deliver payment to his clients is truly a very special person. Though he no longer earns any more commission from these old policies, he is still so eager to meet up with his customers. This special agent is RF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean asked me where I got my energy to last so long in this business. I told her.. Talking is my hobby. As long as I could see my friends are smiling and happy, I know my hobby works. Thanks God! Selling life insurance allows me to talk endlessly. I waited 20 or more years to see these policies matured. I will never trade for anything but the pride and honour to hand deliver these payments to my deserving clients who also have waited this long for their savings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My strongest belief-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dedication is not what others expect of you, it is what you can give to others."&lt;/em&gt;&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/4292148258761716803-6185946163088753976?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/6185946163088753976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=6185946163088753976&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/6185946163088753976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/6185946163088753976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/10/dedication.html' title='Dedication.......'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rzslWMcOD9M/TqwoEDnBhOI/AAAAAAAAE2E/Lh5ctmvPGQE/s72-c/imagesCA9ZAG2M.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-1387666000001157027</id><published>2011-10-30T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T00:00:05.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><title type='text'>THE PREACHER SAID.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YI-KKjaJwjw/Tqqs_-4F15I/AAAAAAAAE14/Yt8R05JI_hw/s1600/cartoon-preacher-copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668533296209188754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YI-KKjaJwjw/Tqqs_-4F15I/AAAAAAAAE14/Yt8R05JI_hw/s400/cartoon-preacher-copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"If I had all the beer in the world, I'd take&lt;br /&gt;it and throw it into the river."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The congregation cried, "Amen!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And if I had all the wine in the world, I'd take&lt;br /&gt;it and throw it in the river."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the congregation cried, "Amen!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And if I had all the whiskey and rum in the world,&lt;br /&gt;I'd take it all and throw it in the river."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again the congregation cried, "Amen!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Preacher sat down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deacon then stood up &amp;amp; said: 'For our closing&lt;br /&gt;hymn, let's turn to page 126 of our hymn books and&lt;br /&gt;sing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We shall drink from that River'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The congregation screamed "HALLELUYAAAAAA!!!" &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/4292148258761716803-1387666000001157027?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/1387666000001157027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=1387666000001157027&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/1387666000001157027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/1387666000001157027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/10/preacher-said.html' title='THE PREACHER SAID.....'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YI-KKjaJwjw/Tqqs_-4F15I/AAAAAAAAE14/Yt8R05JI_hw/s72-c/cartoon-preacher-copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-7155513829918628838</id><published>2011-10-29T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T00:00:00.385+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><title type='text'>Apple and Jobs........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-92bXJp6HbsE/TqqmtA6pppI/AAAAAAAAE1s/LkAmqSF-aV4/s1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 342px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668526373269513874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-92bXJp6HbsE/TqqmtA6pppI/AAAAAAAAE1s/LkAmqSF-aV4/s400/Untitled.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The pictures speak it all........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d5Ks8-7RaeI/Tqqmi8hiBiI/AAAAAAAAE1g/6uYSF3RPL24/s1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668526200291722786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d5Ks8-7RaeI/Tqqmi8hiBiI/AAAAAAAAE1g/6uYSF3RPL24/s400/Untitled.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HweKrtZNzrA/TqqlhtT-cEI/AAAAAAAAE1I/E_qqOnzLxI4/s1600/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668525079516835906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HweKrtZNzrA/TqqlhtT-cEI/AAAAAAAAE1I/E_qqOnzLxI4/s400/image001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Do you know&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;"A lot of people thought Steve Jobs was a CEO of Apple but he never was until he came back to Apple in 1997" - Andy Hertzfeld &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&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/4292148258761716803-7155513829918628838?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/7155513829918628838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=7155513829918628838&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/7155513829918628838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/7155513829918628838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/10/apple-and-jobs.html' title='Apple and Jobs........'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-92bXJp6HbsE/TqqmtA6pppI/AAAAAAAAE1s/LkAmqSF-aV4/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-8457806276116082133</id><published>2011-10-28T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T00:00:03.628+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>Be faithful and loyal in selling....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yeFlRB5Ygw8/TqleWPkVTJI/AAAAAAAAE0w/23tuQPNTXo0/s1600/tumblr_l8ql3bXKtx1qac5vwo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668165342251535506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yeFlRB5Ygw8/TqleWPkVTJI/AAAAAAAAE0w/23tuQPNTXo0/s400/tumblr_l8ql3bXKtx1qac5vwo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Selling tips...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faithfulness and Loyalty are important ethics&lt;/em&gt;. All life insurance agents must have, in order to sell successfully and permanently in our career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an agent, you play two roles. One to represent your clients, and the second to represent your principle company. Be responsible to our clients, we have to make sure all benefits and terms are rightfully given. Protection and covers are to be charged fairly. Keep customers well informed. Be reasonable and treat all policy holders fully satisfied at all time. I guess this role is easy because all agents definitely want sales and businesses. Without their clients and their premiums, no agent could survive in this profession. Yes! Be faithful to our clients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However most agents forget to be loyal to their companies they represent. Reasons could be as follow. Are you truthful to your company? Each time when we submit new cases, we need to declare our clients medical background for the underwriting purposes. Did you cheat or under declared information, in order to secure sub standard cases which should not be taken in the first place. You could gain a sale for yourself but unfair to the client and the company. Sometimes company could make mistakes, or I should say is human error, when accidentally extra payment is issued to our clients. Would you keep silent and quickly hand over cheque to benefit your client? No joke! This can happen. I was issued an extra hundred thousand dollars on a claim for a sickly client. I could benefit my client if I were to give him this payment. By doing so, I consider myself as not loyal to my company then. Sound silly to most friends of mine when I returned payment to my company. On the other hand, I earned so much trust and creditability from my company ever since the wrongful cheque was being returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Faithfulness draws attention and loyalty pays in the long run. We need both to survive in selling life insurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How true....&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If a man is not faithful to his own individuality, he cannot be loyal to anything" Claude McKay quote. &lt;/em&gt;&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/4292148258761716803-8457806276116082133?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/8457806276116082133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=8457806276116082133&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/8457806276116082133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/8457806276116082133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/10/be-faithful-and-loyal-in-selling.html' title='Be faithful and loyal in selling....'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yeFlRB5Ygw8/TqleWPkVTJI/AAAAAAAAE0w/23tuQPNTXo0/s72-c/tumblr_l8ql3bXKtx1qac5vwo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-2877451280081666958</id><published>2011-10-27T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T00:00:08.965+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><title type='text'>There is no woman chef....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eTsfM-sxA1s/TqVx_ERHTrI/AAAAAAAAE0k/WIIXz9VFwm8/s1600/lady-chef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667061034406858418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eTsfM-sxA1s/TqVx_ERHTrI/AAAAAAAAE0k/WIIXz9VFwm8/s400/lady-chef.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Talking of equal rights, women have sounded their voice worldwide effectively. Today you could almost see them in every field and profession which were dominated by men many years ago. Thirty years ago, there was no lady life insurance agent. Today there are more female agents than male. I had seen taxi driven by women, buses drivers are quite noticeable and the other day I saw a rough female lorry driver too. Those day, only males took up engineering or surveying because the jobs were considered as heavy and out going. Today women are equally good at these profession too. Forget all these work or professional careers, let's go further than these. The highest paid job for a country is the Prime Minister or The President... Right? Look around, women had by passed the gentlemen. There are many ladies who are elected as leaders for their countries. The latest is Miss Cristina Fernandez, the first elected female President of Argentina. Wow! Great of her to play this important role for her nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! Something is puzzling my mind!&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Woman has done well, or I should say extremely well in progressing. They have taken the challenge to undertake all employments and work, which man can do... They can do better. My question now is... How come there is no female chef. To me... A chef is a person who cooks professionally for other people. Woman is the best cook in the house. Being the mother, they cook passionately at home to serve their families. I myself love my mother's food. All my children loves their mother's food too. But when you eat out, whether is a small eating outlet, a restaurant or a five stars hotel, all cooks and chefs are males who are being employed. Funny isn't it? I really don't understand. Perhaps some of my lady readers might be able to enlighten my doubts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alice Hawthorne said&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"What is home without a mother?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;and Gael Greene quoted&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Great food is like great sex. The more you have the more you want"&lt;/em&gt;&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/4292148258761716803-2877451280081666958?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/2877451280081666958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=2877451280081666958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/2877451280081666958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/2877451280081666958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/10/there-is-no-woman-chef.html' title='There is no woman chef....'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eTsfM-sxA1s/TqVx_ERHTrI/AAAAAAAAE0k/WIIXz9VFwm8/s72-c/lady-chef.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-6396607505739231721</id><published>2011-10-26T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T00:00:05.905+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Intelligence or smart?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mOTvF9z4f38/TqQgpGLo9rI/AAAAAAAAE0Y/dstW2EEydFE/s1600/mbcn1781l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666690121545086642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mOTvF9z4f38/TqQgpGLo9rI/AAAAAAAAE0Y/dstW2EEydFE/s400/mbcn1781l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Everyone likes to be intelligent and smart but when you ask what are intelligence and smart, not many could really explain and define their meaning. Funny isn't it? How could one be intelligent or smart, when you find it so difficult to tell the differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In simple explanation... Intelligence is the ability to learn and smartness is the ability to apply what we have learned. If you still could not understand, I think you don't have both either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I think there are two types of intelligent people. The first type has high IQ to learn but they are selfish, reserve, boastful and like to criticise and condemn others. The second type with similar brain, are usually kind hearted, willing to share, humble and love to compliment and appreciate others. The upper is only intelligence, whereas the latter is smart. If you have both, then you are wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food for thought&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;-“Knowing a great deal is not the same as being smart; intelligence is not information alone but also judgment, the manner in which information is collected and used”&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Carl Sagan quotes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Smart man makes a mistake, learns from it, and never makes that mistake again. But a wise man finds a smart man and learns from him how to avoid the mistake altogether" - Roy H. Williams &lt;/em&gt;&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/4292148258761716803-6396607505739231721?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/6396607505739231721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=6396607505739231721&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/6396607505739231721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/6396607505739231721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/10/intelligence-or-smart.html' title='Intelligence or smart?'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mOTvF9z4f38/TqQgpGLo9rI/AAAAAAAAE0Y/dstW2EEydFE/s72-c/mbcn1781l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-1566542002135372357</id><published>2011-10-25T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T00:00:03.306+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Husband is not ATM machine!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pX0Z9KKcAs0/TqJsSq4VYlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/YGvOr5NhMYY/s1600/bwo0029l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pX0Z9KKcAs0/TqJsSq4VYlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/YGvOr5NhMYY/s400/bwo0029l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666210349189522002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;A good friend sent me a text message. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please write in your blog. Husband is not ATM machine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That statement sounds negative to me. With some soul searching and pondering, I gathered a little of facts and understanding and wish to share them with this friend and the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, wives who don't work outside and strictly a full time housewife, it's the responsibility of the husbands to provide for the families entire financial needs then. However the current modern days when husbands &amp;amp; wives work together, it might be a bit different. Normally they share the family expenses or perhaps if the man earns more, he should be willing to part more for the family spending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My experiences in selling life insurance tells me that money is always the most sensitive issue in a family. What belongs to the women, its always remain to be for the women! Whereas what belongs to the men, are to be shared between the spouses themselves. I have not seen women who are willing to part all their savings for their men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, a man should provide for the family, no matter whether his wife earns or not. A man should be proud to earn and spend on his  family. Seeing his family lives comfortably and in style could possibly earn the respect from others. A happy family is a drawing attention and it creates an inner strength for the man to work and strive even harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally to my dear friend there, who is reading my blog... &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"A successful man is one who could flower happiness endlessly to his wife. A successful man is one who allows his wife spends as much as she likes and yet he doesn't feel the pain".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4292148258761716803-1566542002135372357?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/1566542002135372357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=1566542002135372357&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/1566542002135372357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/1566542002135372357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/10/husband-is-not-atm-machine.html' title='Husband is not ATM machine!!!!'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pX0Z9KKcAs0/TqJsSq4VYlI/AAAAAAAAE0M/YGvOr5NhMYY/s72-c/bwo0029l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4292148258761716803.post-3142001983361347768</id><published>2011-10-24T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T00:00:00.319+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Simplicity.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G98F-aJARz8/TqAr7x-RXVI/AAAAAAAAE0A/d_uPGk7_9_M/s1600/simplicity-da-vinci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665576637258882386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G98F-aJARz8/TqAr7x-RXVI/AAAAAAAAE0A/d_uPGk7_9_M/s400/simplicity-da-vinci.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Chong was one of my Master who thought me the facts of life thirty years ago. I was in the mid thirty and he was in his sixties then. One day over a cup of coffee, I asked him a casual question. If you are to be richer and more successful, Master Chong which new model of Mercedes are you going to change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reply I won't forget. He said if I am going to be successful and wealthy, I would change my present old Mercedes to another much older car. Perhaps a Proton is good enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was puzzled and confused! If you have all the money why are you not changing to a brand new car!!! Everybody has dreams to drive an expensive vehicle if they can afford them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his wisdom he enlightened my simple mind. Only those who aren't really rich and successful, are crazy to owe branded and expensive cars. The purpose is to show to their surrounding that they are successful and have the creditabilities. This value allows them to conduct business. However when one has reached the highest level of success and wealth, he need not has to prove his value to others anymore. At that point of achievement, his symbol of success doesn't come in with brand or fashion, but rather in simplicity and humbleness. Now I am driving the Mercedes because I haven't reached there yet, but when I'm at the top, any old vehicle is sufficient for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me thirty years to accept his wise teaching. A lousy student finally follow his advices. Yes! I don't need that dream car anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food for thought&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Simplicity is the final achievement. After one has played a vast quantity of notes and more notes, it is simplicity that emerges as the crowning reward of art” - Frederic Chopin quotes&lt;/em&gt;&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/4292148258761716803-3142001983361347768?l=robert.foo.my' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robert.foo.my/feeds/3142001983361347768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4292148258761716803&amp;postID=3142001983361347768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/3142001983361347768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4292148258761716803/posts/default/3142001983361347768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robert.foo.my/2011/10/simplicity.html' title='Simplicity.........'/><author><name>Robert Foo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14266976668744384002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Fsjm8X5bHy8/SIYDETEn3MI/AAAAAAAABGM/lKaTEluh7DM/S220/RFoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G98F-aJARz8/TqAr7x-RXVI/AAAAAAAAE0A/d_uPGk7_9_M/s72-c/simplicity-da-vinci.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
