<?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-3617157762112885853</id><updated>2012-01-08T22:16:43.873+08:00</updated><category term='Profound'/><category term='Introduction'/><category term='Humor'/><category term='Motivational'/><category term='Poem'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Information'/><category term='Scenery'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='Chicken Soup'/><category term='Friendship'/><category term='Inspiring'/><title type='text'>ZenZephyr</title><subtitle type='html'>A cocktail for two</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-6622387556457913770</id><published>2011-10-17T18:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T18:49:52.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicken Soup'/><title type='text'>Father's Gift</title><content type='html'>A young man was getting ready to graduate from college. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer's showroom, and knowing his father could well afford it, he told him that was all he wanted. As Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited signs that his father hadpurchased the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, on the morning of his graduation his father called him into his private study. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son, and told him how much he loved him. He handed his son a beautiful wrapped gift box. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious, but somewhat disappointed the young man opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible, with the young man's name embossed in gold. Angrily, he raised his voice to his father and said, "With all your money you give me a Bible?" and stormed out of the house, leaving the Bible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business. He had a beautiful home and wonderful family, but realized his father was very old, and thought perhaps he should go to him. He had not seen him since that graduation day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he could make arrangements, he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away, and willed all of his possessions to his son. He needed to come home immediately and take care of things. When he arrived at his father's house, sudden sadness and regret filled his heart. He began to search his father's important papers and saw the still new Bible, just as he had left it years ago. With tears, he opened the Bible and began to turn the pages. His father had carefully underlined a verse, Matt 7:11, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And if ye, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more shall your Heavenly father which is in heaven, give to those who ask Him?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he read those words, a car key dropped from the back of the Bible. It had a tag with the dealer's name, the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired. On the tag was the date of his graduation, and the words...PAID IN FULL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times do we miss God's blessings because they are not packaged as we expected?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617157762112885853-6622387556457913770?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/6622387556457913770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=6622387556457913770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/6622387556457913770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/6622387556457913770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2011/10/fathers-gift.html' title='Father&apos;s Gift'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-2910486951019888641</id><published>2011-10-17T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T18:34:18.978+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Profound'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicken Soup'/><title type='text'>Did I mary the right person</title><content type='html'>An article all the married and the single should read to maintain a lasting union in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very good article. read it. Those who are still single may learn something from here.... Those who are already married may take it as a guideline to improve your marriage.... DID I MARRY THE RIGHT PERSON?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During one of our seminars, a woman asked a common question. She said, "How do I know if I married the right person?" I noticed that there was a large man sitting next to her so I said, "It depends. Is that your husband?" In all seriousness, she answered "How do you know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me answer this question because the chances are good that it's weighing on your mind. Here's the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY relationship has a cycle. In the beginning, you fell in love with your spouse. You anticipated their call, wanted their touch, and liked their idiosyncrasies. Falling in love with your spouse wasn't hard. In fact, it was a completely natural and spontaneous experience. You didn't have to DO anything. That's why it's called "falling" in love... Because it's happening TO YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in love sometimes say, "I was swept of my feet." Think about the imagery of that __expression. It implies that you were just standing there; doing nothing, and then something came along and happened TO YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling is love is easy. It's a passive and spontaneous experience. But after a few years of marriage, the euphoria of love fades. It's the natural cycle of EVERY relationship. Slowly but surely, phone calls become a bother (if they come at all), touch is not always welcome (when it happens), and your spouse's idiosyncrasies, instead of being cute, drive you nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The symptoms of this stage vary with every relationship, but if you think about your marriage, you will notice a dramatic difference between the initial stage when you were in love and a much duller or even angry subsequent stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, you and/or your spouse might start asking, "Did I marry the right person?" And as you and your spouse reflect on the euphoria of the love you once had, you may begin to desire that experience with someone else. This is when marriages breakdown. People blame their spouse for their unhappiness and look outside their marriage for fulfillment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extramarital fulfillment comes in all shapes and sizes. Infidelity is the most obvious. But sometimes people turn to work, a hobby, a friendship, excessive TV, or abusive substances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the answer to this dilemma does NOT lie outside your marriage. It lies within it. I'm not saying that you couldn't fall in love with someone else. You could. And TEMPORARILY you'd feel better. But you'd be in the same situation a few years later. Because (listen carefully to this):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE KEY TO SUCCEEDING IN MARRIAGE IS NOT FINDING THE RIGHT PERSON; IT'S LEARNING TO LOVE THE PERSON YOU FOUND. SUSTAINING love is not a passive or spontaneous experience. It'll NEVER just happen to you. You can't "find" LASTING love. You have to "make" it day in and day out. That's why we have the __expression "the labor of love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it takes time, effort, and energy . And most importantly, it takes WISDOM . You have to know WHAT TO DO to make your marriage work. Make no mistake about it. Love is NOT a mystery. There are specific things you can do (with or without your spouse) to succeed with your marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as there are physical laws of the universe (such as gravity), there are also laws for relationships. Just as the right diet and exercise program makes you physically stronger, certain habits in your relationship WILL make your marriage stronger. It's a direct cause and effect. If you know and apply the laws, the results are predictable... you can "make" love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love in marriage is indeed a "decision"... Not just a feeling . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadeshda Brennicke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617157762112885853-2910486951019888641?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/2910486951019888641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=2910486951019888641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/2910486951019888641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/2910486951019888641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2011/10/did-i-mary-right-person.html' title='Did I mary the right person'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-2402643499298372476</id><published>2011-10-17T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T18:29:03.997+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Understanding Men (Humor)</title><content type='html'>"IT'S A GUY THING"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translated: "There is no rational thought pattern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;connected with it, and you have no chance at all of making it logical."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"CAN I HELP WITH DINNER?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translated: "Why isn't it already on the table?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"UH HUH," "SURE, HONEY," OR "YES, DEAR"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translated: Absolutely nothing. It's a conditioned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"IT WOULD TAKE TOO LONG TO EXPLAIN"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translated: "I have no idea how it works."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I WAS LISTENING TO YOU. IT'S JUST THAT I HAVE THINGS ON MY MIND."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translated: "That girl standing on the corner is a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;real babe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"TAKE A BREAK HONEY, YOU'RE WORKING TOO HARD."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translated: "I can't hear the game over the vacuum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cleaner."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THAT'S INTERESTING, DEAR."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translated: "Are you still talking?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOU KNOW HOW BAD MY MEMORY IS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translated: "I remember the theme song to 'F Troop', the address of the first girl I ever kissed, and the vehicle identification numbers of every car I've ever owned, but I forgot our anniversary."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I WAS JUST THINKING ABOUT YOU, AND GOT YOU THESE ROSES."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translated: "The girl selling them on the corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was a real babe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OH, DON'T FUSS - I JUST CUT MYSELF, IT'S NO BIG DEAL."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translated: "I have actually severed a limb, but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will bleed to death before I admit that I'm hurt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I CAN'T FIND IT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translated: "It didn't fall into my outstretched hands, so I'm completely clueless."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT DID I DO THIS TIME?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translated: "What did you catch me at?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I HEARD YOU."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translated: "I haven't the foggiest clue what you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just said, and am hoping desperately that I can fake it well enough so that you don't spend the next three days yelling at me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOU KNOW I COULD NEVER LOVE ANYONE ELSE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translated: "I am used to the way you yell at me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and realize it could be worse."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOU LOOK TERRIFIC."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translated: "Oh, please don't try on one more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outfit, I'm starving."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'M NOT LOST. I KNOW EXACTLY WHERE WE ARE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translated: "No one will ever see us alive again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleber Paulino de Oliveira&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617157762112885853-2402643499298372476?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/2402643499298372476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=2402643499298372476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/2402643499298372476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/2402643499298372476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2011/10/understanding-men-humor.html' title='Understanding Men (Humor)'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-6819844703586654158</id><published>2011-03-18T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T15:51:39.797+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Information'/><title type='text'>Why Jews are intelligent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Written by Dr. Stephen Carr Leon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since I spent about 3 year in Israel for internship in few hospital there, It came to my mind about doing thesis/research of “Why the Jews are Intelligent?” It goes without denial that Jews are ahead in all aspect of life such as engineering, music, science and most obvious in business where nearly 70% of world trade/business are held by the Jews such as cosmetic, fashion, food, arms, hotels and film industries (Hollywood and others).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;During the 2nd year, in December 1980, and I was about to go back to California, this idea came to me and I was wandering why God gave this gift/ability to them, is this a coincidence or is it man-made that could be produced like the goods from a factory. My thesis took about 8 years to gather all the information as accurately as possible, like the food intake, culture, religion, initial preparation of pregnancy and etc and I would compare them with other races.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let’s start with initial preparation of pregnancy. In Israel, the first thing I noticed is that the pregnant mother would always sing and play piano and would always try to solve mathematical problems together with the husband, and I was very surprised to see the mother always carry math books and sometimes I would help her to solve some problems, I would asked, “Is this for your child in the womb?” she would answer “Yes to train the child still in the womb so that it would be a genius later on”. She would solve the problem without let-up until the child is born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&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;br /&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;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another thing I noticed, is about the food, she loved to eat almonds and dates with milk, for lunch she would take bread and fish without the head, salad mixed with almonds and other nuts, they believed fish is good for the development of brain and the fish’s head is bad for the brain. And also it is like the culture of the Jews for pregnant mothers to take cod liver oil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I was invited for dinner, I always noticed that they always like to eat fish (flesh and fillet) and no meat, according to their belief, meat and fish together will not give any benefit to our body. Salad and nuts is a must, especially almonds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They would always eat fruits first before the main meal. Their belief if you eat the main meal first (like bread or rice) then fruits, this will make us feel sleepy and difficult to understand any lesson you learn in school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In Israel, smoking is a taboo, if you are their guest, don’t smoke in their house, they would politely ask you to go out for a smoke. According to scientist in university of Israel, nicotine would destroy the main cell in our brain and will affect the genes and DNA, resulting in generation of moron or defective brain. So all those smokers, please take note (Ironically, the biggest producer of cigarettes is… you know who.. make your own guess).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The food intake for the child is always under the guidance of the parent, first, the fruits with almonds, followed by cod liver oil. In my assessment, the Jewish child, most of them knew 3 languages, i.e. Hebrew, Arabic and English, since childhood they would be train in playing piano and violin, it is a must. Accordingly, it is believed that this practice will increase the IQ of the child and will make him a genius. And according to Jewish scientist, the vibration of music would stimulate the brain and that is why there are lots of geniuses among the Jews…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since grade 1 to 6, they would be taught business mathematics and science subjects would be their first preference. For comparison I could see the children in California, their IQ is about 6 years back. And Jewish children were also involved in athletics such as archery, shooting and running, accordingly it is believed that archery and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;shooting would make the brain more focus on decision and precision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In high school, students are more inclined to study science, they would create products, indulged in all sorts of projects , although some looks very funny or useless, but all attention is given seriously especially if it is armaments, medicine or engineering, the idea will be introduced in higher institute in polytechnics or universities. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Business faculty will be given more preference, in the last year of university, the students in business would be given a project and practically they can only pass if their group (about 10 in a group) can make profit of USD1 million. Don’t be surprised, this is the reality and that is why half of the business in the world is held by the Jews, who design the latest levis, it is being designed in the Israel university by the faculty of business and fashion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have you seen them how they prayed, they always shake their heads, accordingly they believed this action will stimulate and provide more oxygen to the brain, same thing with Islam where you need to bow down your head. Look at the Japanese, they always bow down their heads as their culture, lots of them are smart, they love sushi (fresh fish), is this a coincidence?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In New York, the commercial/trading center for the Jews are based in New York, catering for the Jews only, if they had any beneficial idea, their committee will give free interest loan and will make sure the business prosper. Due to this, starbuck, dell computer, cocacola, DKNY, oracle, levis, dunkin donut , Hollywood films and hundreds other businesses were under their sponsorship. Jewish graduates from faculty of medicine in new york were encouraged to register with them and allowed to practice privately with this free interest loan, now I knew why most hospital in new york and California always lack of specialist doctors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Smoking will lead to generations of moron. During my visit to Singapore in 2005, made me surprised to see smokers are regarded as an outcast and the price of a pack of cigarettes is about USD 7, like in Israel it is a taboo and their form of government is similar to the Israelis. And that is the reason why most of their universities are of high standard, even though Singapore is only as big as Manhattan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Look at Indonesia, everywhere people are smoking, and price of a pack of cigarette is very cheap only USD0.70 cts. and the results with millions of people, you can count the number of universities, what product they produced that can be proud of, technology.. never… can they speak other than their own language, why it is so difficult for them to master English language for example, all this is due to smoking, think for yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In my thesis, I do not touch in respect of religion or race, why the Jews are so arrogant that they were being chased around since the time of Pharaoh until Hitler, for me it is about politics and survival, the bottom line is, could we produce intelligent generations just like the Jews. The answer could be in the affirmative that needs change in our daily habits of eating, parenting and I guess within 3 generations, it could be achieved. This I could observe in my grandson, for example at the age of 9 he could write a 5-page essay on “Why I love tomato”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;May all of us be in peace and succeeded in producing a future generations of genius for the betterment of humankind no matter who you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dr. Stephen Carr Leon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617157762112885853-6819844703586654158?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/6819844703586654158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=6819844703586654158&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/6819844703586654158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/6819844703586654158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2011/03/why-jews-are-intelligent.html' title='Why Jews are intelligent'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-5396797627813044778</id><published>2011-02-09T17:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T17:43:02.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>14 Ways to Save Money on Groceries.</title><content type='html'>Save money and trips to the market with these tips and tricks from Rebecca DiLiberto’s Penny Saving Household Helper. You’ll be surprised how simple it is to keep food at its best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Line the bottom of your refrigerator’s crisper drawer with paper towels. They’ll absorb the excess moisture that causes vegetables to rot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. To keep herbs tasting fresh for up to a month, store whole bunches, washed and sealed in plastic bags, in the freezer. When you need them, they’ll be easier to chop, and they’ll defrost the minute they hit a hot pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A bay leaf slipped into a container of flour, pasta, or rice will help repel bugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Stop cheese from drying out by spreading butter or margarine on the cut sides to seal in moisture. This is most effective with hard cheeses sealed in wax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When radishes, celery, or carrots have lost their crunch, simply pop them in a bowl of iced water along with a slice of raw potato and watch the limp vegetables freshen up right before your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Avoid separating bananas until you plan to eat them – they spoil less quickly in a bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Put rice in your saltshaker to stop the salt from hardening. The rice absorbs condensation that can cause clumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Stock up on butter when it’s on sale – you can store it in the freezer for up to six months. Pack the butter in an airtight container, so it doesn’t take on the flavor of whatever else you’re freezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. In order to make cottage cheese or sour cream last longer, place the container upside down in the fridge. Inverting the tub creates a vacuum that inhibits the growth of bacteria that causes food to spoil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Believe it or not, honey is the only nonperishable food substance, so don’t get rid of the stuff if it crystallizes or becomes cloudy. Microwave on medium heat, in 30-second increments, to make honey clear again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Prevent extra cooked pasta from hardening by stashing it in a sealed plastic bag and refrigerating. When you’re ready to serve, throw the pasta in boiling water for a few seconds to heat and restore moisture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Keeping brown sugar in the freezer will stop it from hardening. But if you already have hardened sugar on your shelf, soften it by sealing in a bag with a slice of bread – or by microwaving on high for 30 seconds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If you only need a few drops of lemon juice, avoid cutting the lemon in half – it will dry out quickly. Instead, puncture the fruit with a metal skewer and squeeze out exactly what you require.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If you’re unsure of an egg’s freshness, see how it behaves in a cup of water: Fresh eggs sink; bad ones float.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://shine.yahoo.com/event/financiallyfit/14-ways-to-save-money-on-groceries-2447559/"&gt;http://shine.yahoo.com/event/financiallyfit/14-ways-to-save-money-on-groceries-2447559/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617157762112885853-5396797627813044778?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/5396797627813044778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=5396797627813044778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/5396797627813044778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/5396797627813044778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2011/02/14-ways-to-save-money-on-groceries.html' title='14 Ways to Save Money on Groceries.'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-1610065497676984491</id><published>2011-02-02T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T17:14:30.292+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Profound'/><title type='text'>Iron &amp; Wine: Flightless Bird, American Mouth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was a quick wet boy, diving too deep for coins &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of your street light eyes wide on my plastic toys &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then when the cops closed the fair, I cut my long baby hair &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stole me a dog-eared map and called for you everywhere &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have I found you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flightless bird, jealous, weeping or lost you, american mouth &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big pill looming &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I'm a fat house cat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nursing my sore blunt tongue &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watching the warm poison rats curl through the wide fence cracks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pissing on magazine photos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those fishing lures thrown in the cold &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And clean blood of Christ mountain stream &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have I found you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Flightless bird, grounded, bleeding or lost you, american mouth &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big pill stuck going down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/flightless-bird-american-mouth-lyrics-iron-wine.html ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7FddRcJwlT4" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;message is to follow your OWN dreams and take CHANCES so you'll never have to wonder "what if". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The first verse: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;About a man taking the easy way through life. He's "husstling" if you will, for money. Living the fast life, the good life for the time being however he's getting in too deep and getting too greedy "Digging too deep for coins" and when one gets too greedy in the underground, one gets sloppy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"When the cops closed the fair" Refers to how he gets caught and the cops put an end to his fast life and easy money. He's forced to grow up “I cut my long baby hair”. He can no longer live the life he had and realizes he must change his ways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Stole me a dog-eared map and called for you everywhere” Dog eared-map may not make sense at first glace, but dogs ears may be referring to listening which leads to him being humbled and now taking advice. The Map may refer to him finding direction. Stealing a map traditionally means having stolen a path away from someone and in this case, “stealing a dog-eared map” refers to him taking the advice of others, and following a path that others would like him to follow. He “stole” the map; the path was not his own – it belonged to someone else; was the idea of someone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;first Chorus: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Have I found you, flightless bird” he’s unsure if he’s found his own path. If he’s found what he wants to do rather than what others want him to do. A bird that cannot fly may be seen by some as ironic. Birds are known to fly – they have wings to fly. If a bird cannot fly, it is not fully realized. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“jealous, weeping or lost you, american mouth” This may refer to those surrounding him as well as his own thoughts. The “jealous” never want another to become a fully realized individual. Always wanting to hold the individual back; as the saying goes, “Misery love company”. “Weeping or lost you” may refer to him realizing this is not his dream. This is not his path, it is another’s path; not what he chose, but what has been chosen for him. “American mouth” is an analogy for the Freedom of speech. Had he spoken up when he had the chance, deciding on his dream rather than pleasing others, he may have been happy and not have had this “big pill looming”, this burden and suppressed misery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The second verse: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This entire verse speaks about what he has become having followed a path that he believed was the right choice for others’ sake rather than taking a chance, doing something that may have been frightening but in the end cold have been worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Now I’m a fat house cat” refers to his present state. Unhappy with himself and the outcome of his life. He finds it too late for him to be able to change the past and no matter how much he talks it over, and complains about it, “Nursing my sore, blunt tongue” he will still be in the position he is in. He may as well hold his tongue from now on, keep from complaining about a situation that was of his doing. He is now forced to watch others who were not afraid of taking that chance. Others who pushed through the fear and, even though it may lead to places unknown, or may hurt them in the future, still took the chance “Watching the warm poison rats curl through the wide fence ****s.” There is nothing stopping these young and fearless creatures. These “rats” have such a big future “Wide fence ****s” ahead of them and even though it may be scary and unknown, or may even be the wrong decision “Warm Poison” these rats still took that chance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He now looks at his mainstream American life and resents it “****ing on magazine photos”. He tried to take the opportunities now, take those chances now, but he feels it is too late. Like “Fishing lures thrown in the cold”. He will not get any bites at this point. He not just throws those “lures” or dreams into the hands of God of “Christ mountain stream” and wait for his days to play out and come to an end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last Chorus: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In this chorus he refers to the “flightless bird” as being “grounded, bleeding or lost you”. When something is grounded, it has come to a definite decision. Whether it be in flight context, a “grounded plane” has been grounded due to complications and cannot get into the air, or in a completely difference context, “grounding your kids” meaning they are completely restricted. To add insult to injury, this “flightless bird” is not only grounded, but “bleeding” as well. He is not only “trapped” into his position, but he is injured and unable to recover. Being grounded has injured him, caused him to “bleed”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He can no longer complete his dream, he feels he has missed his chance. Rather than the “big pill” slowly making it’s way down, the “Big pill stuck going down” is trapped in place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Read more: http://www.metrolyrics.com/flightless-bird-american-mouth-lyrics-iron-wine.html#ixzz1Cn6ZQJmL &lt;br /&gt;Copied from MetroLyrics.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Thanks to Ms.RaeLee at metrolyrics.com for her wonderful insight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617157762112885853-1610065497676984491?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/1610065497676984491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=1610065497676984491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/1610065497676984491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/1610065497676984491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2011/02/iron-wine-flightless-bird-american.html' title='Iron &amp; Wine: Flightless Bird, American Mouth'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/7FddRcJwlT4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-1174433916161406294</id><published>2011-01-14T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T18:44:26.072+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicken Soup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Memo From Your Child</title><content type='html'>1. Don't spoil me. I know quite well that I ought not to have all I ask for ... I'm only testing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't be afraid to be firm with me. I prefer it .. it makes me feel more secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't correct me in front of people if you can help it. I'll take much more notice if you talk to me in private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't make me feel that my mistakes are sins. It upsets my sense of values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Don't be too upset if I say "I hate you." It isn't that I hate you, but only that I need your attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't protect me from consequence. I need to learn the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Don't take too much notice of my small ailment. Sometimes they get me the attention I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Don't nag. If you do, I shall have to protect myself by appearing deaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Don't make rash promises. Remember that I feel badly let down when promises are broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Don't forget that I cannot explain myself as well as I should like. This is why I'm not always accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Don't tax my honesty too much. I am easily frightened into telling lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Don't be inconsistent. That completely confuses me and makes me lose my faith in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Don't put me off when I ask you questions. If you do, you will find that I stop asking and seek my information elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Don't tell me my fears are silly. They are terribly real and you can do much to try to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Don't ever suggest that you are perfect or infallible. It gives me too great a shock when I discover that you are neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Don't ever think it beneath your dignity to apologize to me. An honest apology makes me feel surprisingly warm to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Don't forget how quickly I am growing up. It must be very difficult for you to keep pace with me but please try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Don't forget I love experimenting. I couldn't get along without it, so please put up with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Don't forget that I can't thrive without lots of love. But I don't need to tell you all the time, do I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617157762112885853-1174433916161406294?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/1174433916161406294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=1174433916161406294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/1174433916161406294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/1174433916161406294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2011/01/memo-from-your-child.html' title='Memo From Your Child'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-1746001299031100254</id><published>2011-01-04T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T14:40:53.138+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicken Soup'/><title type='text'>The Happy Marriage Is the ‘Me’ Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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="font-size: x-small;"&gt;By TARA PARKER-POPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Published: December 31, 2010&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A lasting marriage does not always signal a happy marriage. Plenty of miserable couples have stayed together for children, religion or other practical reasons. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But for many couples, it’s just not enough to stay together. They want a relationship that is meaningful and satisfying. In short, they want a sustainable marriage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“The things that make a marriage last have more to do with communication skills, mental health, social support, stress — those are the things that allow it to last or not,” says Arthur Aron, a psychology professor who directs the Interpersonal Relationships Laboratory at the State University of New York at Stony Brook. “But those things don’t necessarily make it meaningful or enjoyable or sustaining to the individual.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The notion that the best marriages are those that bring satisfaction to the individual may seem counterintuitive. After all, isn’t marriage supposed to be about putting the relationship first? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not anymore. For centuries, marriage was viewed as an economic and social institution, and the emotional and intellectual needs of the spouses were secondary to the survival of the marriage itself. But in modern relationships, people are looking for a partnership, and they want partners who make their lives more interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Caryl Rusbult, a researcher at Vrije University in Amsterdam who died last January, called it the “Michelangelo effect,” referring to the manner in which close partners “sculpt” each other in ways that help each of them attain valued goals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dr. Aron and Gary W. Lewandowski Jr., a professor at Monmouth University in New Jersey, have studied how individuals use a relationship to accumulate knowledge and experiences, a process called “self-expansion.” Research shows that the more self-expansion people experience from their partner, the more committed and satisfied they are in the relationship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To measure this, Dr. Lewandowski developed a series of questions for couples: How much has being with your partner resulted in your learning new things? How much has knowing your partner made you a better person? (Take the full quiz measuring self-expansion.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While the notion of self-expansion may sound inherently self-serving, it can lead to stronger, more sustainable relationships, Dr. Lewandowski says. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“If you’re seeking self-growth and obtain it from your partner, then that puts your partner in a pretty important position,” he explains. “And being able to help your partner’s self-expansion would be pretty pleasing to yourself.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The concept explains why people are delighted when dates treat them to new experiences, like a weekend away. But self-expansion isn’t just about exotic experiences. Individuals experience personal growth through their partners in big and small ways. It happens when they introduce new friends, or casually talk about a new restaurant or a fascinating story in the news. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The effect of self-expansion is particularly pronounced when people first fall in love. In research at the University of California at Santa Cruz, 325 undergraduate students were given questionnaires five times over 10 weeks. They were asked, “Who are you today?” and given three minutes to describe themselves. They were also asked about recent experiences, including whether they had fallen in love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After students reported falling in love, they used more varied words in their self-descriptions. The new relationships had literally broadened the way they looked at themselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“You go from being a stranger to including this person in the self, so you suddenly have all of these social roles and identities you didn’t have before,” explains Dr. Aron, who co-authored the research. “When people fall in love that happens rapidly, and it’s very exhilarating.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Over time, the personal gains from lasting relationships are often subtle. Having a partner who is funny or creative adds something new to someone who isn’t. A partner who is an active community volunteer creates new social opportunities for a spouse who spends long hours at work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Additional research suggests that spouses eventually adopt the traits of the other — and become slower to distinguish differences between them, or slower to remember which skills belong to which spouse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In experiments by Dr. Aron, participants rated themselves and their partners on a variety of traits, like “ambitious” or “artistic.” A week later, the subjects returned to the lab and were shown the list of traits and asked to indicate which ones described them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People responded the quickest to traits that were true of both them and their partner. When the trait described only one person, the answer came more slowly. The delay was measured in milliseconds, but nonetheless suggested that when individuals were particularly close to someone, their brains were slower to distinguish between their traits and those of their spouses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“It’s easy to answer those questions if you’re both the same,” Dr. Lewandowski explains. “But if it’s just true of you and not of me, then I have to sort it out. It happens very quickly, but I have to ask myself, ‘Is that me or is that you?’ ” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It’s not that these couples lost themselves in the marriage; instead, they grew in it. Activities, traits and behaviors that had not been part of their identity before the relationship were now an essential part of how they experienced life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All of this can be highly predictive for a couple’s long-term happiness. One scale designed by Dr. Aron and colleagues depicts seven pairs of circles. The first set is side by side. With each new set, the circles begin to overlap until they are nearly on top of one another. Couples choose the set of circles that best represents their relationship. In a 2009 report in the journal Psychological Science, people bored in their marriages were more likely to choose the more separate circles. Partners involved in novel and interesting experiences together were more likely to pick one of the overlapping circles and less likely to report boredom. “People have a fundamental motivation to improve the self and add to who they are as a person,” Dr. Lewandowski says. “If your partner is helping you become a better person, you become happier and more satisfied in the relationship.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Source: http://www.nytimes.com/2011/01/02/weekinreview/02parkerpope.html?no_interstitial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617157762112885853-1746001299031100254?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/1746001299031100254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=1746001299031100254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/1746001299031100254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/1746001299031100254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-marriage-is-me-marriage.html' title='The Happy Marriage Is the ‘Me’ Marriage'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-564897839788264946</id><published>2010-12-19T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T16:23:26.926+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Information'/><title type='text'>4 Money Mistakes That Can Destroy You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not all money mistakes are created equal. If you forget to use a coupon when you buy that gallon of milk, it might cost you 50 cents. It stinks to pay more than you need to but the mistake costs you only 50 cents. If you decline the flood rider for your homeowners insurance and are hit with a flash flood, that's a mistake that can cost you dearly. Both are money mistakes, but one has a microscopic impact while the other hurts significantly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, we're going to go over a few money mistakes we all make that have the potential to cripple you financially. These mistakes are common, have a significant impact, and are often very easy to fix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not Having an Emergency Fund&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Plan for the worst, hope for the best. These past few years have been an especially trying time for a lot of folks and the last thing we want to think about is how it can get worse, right? Unfortunately, things can get worse and the only way we can protect ourselves is by setting up an emergency fund to help weather those disasters. It's very easy to forget about setting up and maintaining an emergency fund because we are so focused on everything else but car accidents and medical bills don't wait for prosperity to strike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You don't want to be forced to put the next bill on your credit card, at double digit interest rates, and put yourself in a far more dangerous financial position. Experts recommend that you save anywhere from three to twelve months of expenses into your emergency fund. The more you have, the better. No one ever complained that a safety net was too large.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Failing to Set Financial Goals &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You can't improve something if you don't measure it and you can't reach your goals unless you set them. As we go about our daily lives, it's very easy to get caught up in the day to day activities. We forget our longer term goals because we're so busy focusing on today or this week. Imagine the captain of the ship steering by the mile without any designs towards a specific destination -- it would be chaos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The same is true for your life, financial and otherwise. Set financial goals and measure your progress toward reaching them. Celebrate the victories and learn from the mistakes. Without a set goal, it becomes very difficult for you to plan for the future and chart the way forward. If you have savings goals like a down payment on a home, track how much you've saved toward your home. If you have retirement savings goals, it's important to track those as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Missing a Credit Card Payment &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When you miss a credit card payment, you will be hit with a missed payment fee that can cost you as much as $40. You will also lose the grace period on new purchases, which means interest on your purchases accrues immediately (if you are carrying a balance, you often don't get a grace period). Next, your credit card company may report this missed or late payment to the three credit bureaus and this will lower your credit score. From here, the door flies wide open since your credit score is used in so many unexpected ways. See how one missed payment can have such a disastrous and cascading effect on your finances?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not Reviewing Your Credit reports &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The government went through a lot of trouble to give you the right to review your credit scores every twelve months, take advantage of it. Through AnnualCreditReport.com, you can get a copy of your report from each of the credit bureaus. Review your reports at least once a year for errors because they are far more common than you think (in a 2004 report by the US PIRG, one in four reports had an error). If you do find an error, follow the FTC's instructions on how to dispute credit report errors. You don't want to discover an error when you're applying for a mortgage because the dispute process can take months to resolve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Each of these money mistakes has the potential of crippling your financial life if you don't fix it as soon as possible. Why not right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jim Wang writes about personal finance at Bargaineering.com. When he's not tackling money issues, he's usually looking forward to his next vacation and writing about it at Wanderlust Journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://finance.yahoo.com/banking-budgeting/article/111613/money-mistakes-that-can-destroy-you?mod=bb-creditreports"&gt;http://finance.yahoo.com/banking-budgeting/article/111613/money-mistakes-that-can-destroy-you?mod=bb-creditreports&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/3617157762112885853-564897839788264946?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/564897839788264946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=564897839788264946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/564897839788264946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/564897839788264946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2010/12/4-money-mistakes-that-can-destroy-you.html' title='4 Money Mistakes That Can Destroy You'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-8864945434620450475</id><published>2010-08-21T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T12:54:54.275+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Men queue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When everybody on earth was dead and waiting to enter Paradise , God appeared and said, "I want the men to make two queues. One queue for the men who were true heads of their household, and the other queue for the men who were dominated by their women. I want all the women to report to St Peter." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Soon all the women were gone and there were only the two queues of men. The queue of the men who were dominated by their wives was 100 kilometers long, and in the queue of men who truly were heads of their household, there was only one man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God said, "You men should be ashamed of yourselves. I created you to be the head of your household! You have been disobedient and not fulfilled your purpose! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Of all of you, only one obeyed. Learn from him." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God turned to the one man, "How did you manage to be the only one in this queue?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The man replied, "I don't know. My wife told me to stand here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617157762112885853-8864945434620450475?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/8864945434620450475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=8864945434620450475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/8864945434620450475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/8864945434620450475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2010/08/men-queue.html' title='Men queue'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-393339542274516316</id><published>2010-07-11T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T15:20:14.782+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicken Soup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>SIX PRINCIPLES OF LIFE</title><content type='html'>* No point using limited life to chase unlimited money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* No point earning so much money you cannot live to spend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Money is not yours until you spend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* When you are young, you use your health to chase your wealth;when you are old, you use your wealth to buy back your health. Difference is that, it is too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* How happy a man is, is not how much he has but how little he needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* No point working so hard to provide for the people you have no time to spend with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617157762112885853-393339542274516316?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/393339542274516316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=393339542274516316&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/393339542274516316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/393339542274516316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2010/07/six-principles-of-life.html' title='SIX PRINCIPLES OF LIFE'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-2734575296151907287</id><published>2010-07-11T14:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T15:02:40.668+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Profound'/><title type='text'>The Snake, The Farmer, and The Heron</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Have you ever heard that Life is not fair (&lt;a href="http://flucluland.blogspot.com/2009/01/linf-life-is-not-fair.html"&gt;LINF&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for short). Here's another story that reflects the real cruel life. Either you gonna accept it or not, it's still gonna come to you anyway. Embrace yourself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;A snake chased by hunters asked a farmer to save its life. &amp;nbsp;To hide it from its pursuers, the farmer squatted and let the snake crawl into his belly. &amp;nbsp;But when the danger had passed and the farmer asked the snake to come out, the snake refused. &amp;nbsp;It was warm and safe inside. &amp;nbsp;On his way home, the man saw a heron and went up to him and whispered what had happened. &amp;nbsp;The heron told him to squat and strain to eject the snake. &amp;nbsp;When the snake snuck its head out, the heron caught it, pulled it out, and killed it. &amp;nbsp;The farmer was worried that the snake’s poison might still be inside him, and the heron told him that the cure for snake poison was to cook and eat six white fowl.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/TDkwpZQVGpI/AAAAAAAABew/wGKD7KjKBMk/s1600/392px-Egretta_thula1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/TDkwpZQVGpI/AAAAAAAABew/wGKD7KjKBMk/s640/392px-Egretta_thula1.jpg" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heron (Pic source : Wikipedia)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;“You’re a white fowl,” said the farmer. “You’ll do for a start.” &amp;nbsp;He grabbed the heron, put it in a bag, and carried it home, where he hung it up while he told his wife what had happened. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;“I’m surprised at you,” said the wife. &amp;nbsp;”The bird does you a kindness, rids you of the evil in your belly, saves your life in fact, yet you catch it and talk of killing it.” &amp;nbsp;She immediately released the heron, and it flew away. &amp;nbsp;But on its way out, it gouged out her eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Moral: &amp;nbsp;When you see water flowing uphill, it means that someone is repaying a kindness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;African Folk Tale&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/3617157762112885853-2734575296151907287?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/2734575296151907287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=2734575296151907287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/2734575296151907287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/2734575296151907287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2010/07/snake-farmer-and-heron.html' title='The Snake, The Farmer, and The Heron'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/TDkwpZQVGpI/AAAAAAAABew/wGKD7KjKBMk/s72-c/392px-Egretta_thula1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-3504407379039680908</id><published>2010-04-29T17:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T17:38:43.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>The Return</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #2f2f2f; font-family: Arial; font-size: medium;"&gt;An elderly man in Mumbai  calls his son in New York and says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I hate to ruin your day son, but I have to tell you that your mother  and I are getting a divorce; 35 years of marriage... and that much misery is enough!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Dad, what are you talking about?' the son screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We can't stand the sight of each other any longer,' the old man says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We're sick of each other, and I'm sick of talking about this, so you  call your sister in Hong Kong and tell her!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frantic, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Like heck they're getting divorced,' she shouts, 'I'll take care of  this..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She calls Mumbai immediately, and screams at the old man, 'You are not getting divorced. Don't do a single thing until I get there. I'm calling my brother back, and we'll both be there tomorrow. Until then , don't do a thing, DO YOU HEAR??' and she hangs up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man hangs up his phone and turns to his wife. 'Okay', he says, 'It's all set. They're both coming for Deepavali and paying their own airfare!!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617157762112885853-3504407379039680908?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/3504407379039680908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=3504407379039680908&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/3504407379039680908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/3504407379039680908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2010/04/return.html' title='The Return'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-3150264222530531515</id><published>2010-04-24T09:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T09:09:10.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivational'/><title type='text'>Keep your dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have a friend named &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1272071068_0" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;"&gt;Monty Roberts&lt;/span&gt;  who owns a horse ranch in San Ysidro. He has let me use his house to  put on fund-raising events to raise money for youth at risk programs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I was there he introduced me by saying, "I want to tell  you why I let Jack use my horse. It all goes back to a story about a  young man who was the son of an itinerant &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1272071068_1" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;"&gt;horse trainer&lt;/span&gt; who would go from stable to  stable, &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1272071068_2"&gt;race track&lt;/span&gt;  to race track, farm to farm and ranch to ranch, training horses. As a  result, the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1272071068_3" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; cursor: pointer;"&gt;boy's high  school career&lt;/span&gt; was continually interrupted. When he was a senior,  he was asked to write a paper about what he wanted to be and do when he  grew up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That night he wrote a seven-page paper describing his goal of someday  owning a horse ranch. He wrote about his dream in great detail and he  even drew a diagram of a 200-acre ranch, showing the location of all the  buildings, the stables and the track. Then he drew a detailed floor  plan for a 4,000-square- foot house that would sit on a 200-acre dream  ranch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He put a great deal of his heart into the project and the next day he  handed it in to his teacher. Two days later he received his paper back.  On the front page was a large red F with a note that read, `See me after  class.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The boy with the dream went to see the teacher after class and asked,  `Why did I receive an F?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The teacher said, `This is an unrealistic dream for a young boy like  you. You have no money. You come from an itinerant family. You have no  resources. Owning a horse ranch requires a lot of money. You have to buy  the land. You have to pay for the original breeding stock and later  you'll have to pay large stud fees. There's no way you could ever do  it.' Then the teacher added, `If you will rewrite this paper with a more  realistic goal, I will reconsider your grade.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The boy went home and thought about it long and hard. He asked his  father what he should do. His father said, `Look, son, you have to make  up your own mind on this. However, I think it is a very important  decision for you.' "Finally, after sitting with it for a week, the boy  turned in the same paper, making no changes at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stated, "You can keep the F and I'll keep my dream."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monty then turned to the assembled group and said, "I tell you this  story because you are sitting in my 4,000-square- foot house in the  middle of my 200-acre horse ranch. I still have that school paper framed  over the fireplace. He added, "The best part of the story is that two  summers ago that same schoolteacher brought 30 kids to camp out on my  ranch for a week." When the teacher was leaving, he said, "Look, Monty, I  can tell you this now. When I was your teacher, I was something of a  dream stealer. During those years I stole a lot of kids' dreams.  Fortunately you had enough gumption not to give up on yours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't let anyone steal your dreams. Follow your heart, no matter what."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardy Sunarcia&lt;br /&gt;Cahaya Kalbar Tbk., PT&lt;br /&gt;Jl. Raya Pluit Selatan Block S/6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1272071068_4"&gt;Jakarta&lt;/span&gt; 14440, DKI  Jakarta &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617157762112885853-3150264222530531515?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/3150264222530531515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=3150264222530531515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/3150264222530531515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/3150264222530531515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2010/04/keep-your-dream.html' title='Keep your dream'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-8796542537298621465</id><published>2010-03-11T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T18:53:37.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Financial Wisdom from the Oracle of Ohama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Every new year, I adopt a couple of old maxims as my beacons to guide my future. This self-prescribed therapy has ensured that with each. Passing year, I grow wiser and not older. This year, I invite you to tap into the financial wisdom of our elders along with me, and become financially wiser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Spending: If you buy things you don't need, you'll soon sell things you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savings: Don't save what is left after spending; spend what is left after saving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard work: All hard work brings profit; but mere talk leads only to poverty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laziness: A sleeping lobster is carried away by the water current.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earnings: Never depend on a single source of income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borrowings: The borrower becomes the lender's slave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accounting: It's no use carrying an umbrella, if your shoes are leaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auditing: Beware of little expenses; a small leak can sink a large ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Risk-taking: Never test the depth of the river with both feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Investment: &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1268304503_0" style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: text;"&gt;Don't put all your eggs in one basket&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; I'm certain that those who have already been practicing these principles remain financially healthy. I'm equally confident that those who resolve to start practicing these principles will quickly regain their financial health. Let us become wiser and lead a happy, healthy, prosperous and peaceful life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Warren Buffet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617157762112885853-8796542537298621465?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/8796542537298621465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=8796542537298621465&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/8796542537298621465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/8796542537298621465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2010/03/financial-wisdom-from-oracle-of-ohama.html' title='Financial Wisdom from the Oracle of Ohama'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-5206382775087127330</id><published>2010-03-11T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T18:39:33.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet 8 Lies of A Mother</title><content type='html'>This story begins when I was a child: I was born poor. Often we hadn't enough to eat. Whenever we had some food, Mother often gave me her portion of rice. While she was transferring her rice into my bowl, she would say "Eat this rice, son! I'm not hungry." This was Mother's First Lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grew, Mother gave up her spare time to fish in a river near our house; she hoped that from the fish she caught, she could give me a little bit more &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1268302985_0"&gt;nutritious food&lt;/span&gt; for my growth. Once she had caught just two fish, she would make fish soup. While I was eating the soup, mother would sit beside me and eat what was still left on the bone of the fish I had eaten; My heart was touched when I saw it. Once I gave the other fish to her on my chopstick but she immediately refused it and said, "Eat this fish, son! I don't really like fish." This was Mother's Second Lie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, in order to fund my education, Mother went to a Match Factory to bring home some used matchboxes which she filled with fresh matchsticks. . This helped her get some money to cover our needs. One wintry night I awoke to find Mother filling the matchboxes by candlelight. So I said, "Mother, go to sleep; it's late: you can continue working tomorrow morning." Mother smiled and said "Go to sleep, son! I'm not tired." This was Mother's Third Lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I had to sit my &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1268302985_1" style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: text;"&gt;Final Examination&lt;/span&gt;, Mother accompanied me.. After dawn, Mother waited for me for hours in the heat of the sun. When the bell rang, I ran to meet her.. Mother embraced me and poured me a glass of tea that she had prepared in a thermos. The tea was not as strong as my Mother's love, Seeing Mother covered with perspiration; I at once gave her my glass and asked her to drink too. Mother said "Drink, son! I'm not thirsty!". This was Mother's Fourth Lie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Father's death, Mother had to play the role of a single parent. She held on to her former job; she had to fund our needs alone. Our family's life was more complicated. We suffered from starvation. Seeing our family's condition worsening, my kind Uncle who lived near my house came to help us solve our problems big and small. Our other neighbours saw that we were poverty stricken so they often advised my mother to marry again. But Mother refused to remarry saying "I don't need love.." This was Mother's Fifth Lie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I had finished my studies and got a job, it was time for my old Mother to retire but she carried on going to the market every morning just to sell a few vegetables. I kept sending her money but she was steadfast and even sent the money back to me. She said, "I have enough money." That was Mother's Sixth Lie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued my part-time studies for my Master's Degree. Funded by the American Corporation for which I worked, I succeeded in my studies. With a big jump in my salary, I decided to bring Mother to enjoy life in America but Mother didn't want to bother her son; she said to me "I'm not used to high living." That was Mother's Seventh Lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her dotage, Mother was attacked by cancer and had to be hospitalized. Now living far across the ocean, I went home to visit Mother who was bedridden after an operation. Mother tried to smile but I was heartbroken because she was so thin and feeble but Mother said, "Don't cry, son! I'm not in pain." That was Mother's Eighth Lie. &lt;br /&gt;Telling me this, her eighth lie, she died. YES, MOTHER WAS AN ANGEL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M - O - T - H - E - R &lt;br /&gt;"M" is for the Million things she gave me, &lt;br /&gt;"O" means Only that she's growing old, &lt;br /&gt;"T" is for the Tears she shed to save me, &lt;br /&gt;"H" is for her Heart of gold, &lt;br /&gt;"E" is for her Eyes with love-light shining in them, &lt;br /&gt;R" means Right, and right she'll always be, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put them all together, they spell "MOTHER" a word that means the world to me. For those of you who are lucky to be still blessed with your Mom's presence on Earth, this story is beautiful. For those who aren't so blessed, this is even more beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617157762112885853-5206382775087127330?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/5206382775087127330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=5206382775087127330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/5206382775087127330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/5206382775087127330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2010/03/sweet-8-lies-of-mother.html' title='Sweet 8 Lies of A Mother'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-5671980898766775000</id><published>2010-03-11T18:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T18:35:16.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW TO STAY YOUNG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Throw out nonessential  numbers.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This includes age, weight and height. Let the doctors worry about them. That is why you pay 'them' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keep only cheerful friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The grouches pull you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keep learning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever. Never let the brain idle. 'An idle mind is the &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1268303524_9"&gt;devil's  workshop&lt;/span&gt;.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enjoy the simple things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Laugh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The tears happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person, who is with us our entire life, is ourselves. Be ALIVE while you are alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Surround yourself with what you love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; , whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your home is your refuge&lt;u&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cherish your health: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable, improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve, get help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't take guilt trips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; Take a trip to the mall, even to the next county; to a foreign country but NOT to where the guilt is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Tell the people you love that you love them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, at every opportunity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ALWAYS REMEMBER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; by the moments that take our breath away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do share this with someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We all need to live life to its fullest each day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worry about nothing, pray about everything!!!&lt;/span&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/3617157762112885853-5671980898766775000?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/5671980898766775000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=5671980898766775000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/5671980898766775000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/5671980898766775000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-to-stay-young.html' title='HOW TO STAY YOUNG'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-6472645533264360480</id><published>2010-02-18T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T11:05:14.974+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Profound'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>The Mexican Fisherman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;An American businessman was standing at the pier of a small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the small boat were several large yellow fin tuna. The American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“How long it took you to catch them?” The American asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Only a little while.” The Mexican replied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Why don’t you stay out longer and catch more fish?” The American then asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“I have enough to support my family’s immediate needs.” The Mexican said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“But,” The American then asked, “What do you do with the rest of your time?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Mexican fisherman said, “I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take a siesta with my wife, Maria, stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine and play guitar with my amigos, I have a full and busy life, senor.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The American scoffed, “I am a Harvard MBA and could help you. You should spend more time fishing and with the proceeds you buy a bigger boat, and with the proceeds from the bigger boat you could buy several boats, eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Instead of selling your catch to a middleman you would sell directly to the consumers, eventually opening your own can factory. You would control the product, processing and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Mexico City, then LA and eventually NYC where you will run your expanding enterprise.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Mexican fisherman asked, “But senor, how long will this all take?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To which the American replied, “15-20 years.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“But what then, senor?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The American laughed and said, “That’s the best part. When the time is right you would announce an IPO (Initial Public Offering) and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich, you would make millions.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Millions, senor? Then what?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The American said slowly, “Then you would retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take a siesta with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos…”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617157762112885853-6472645533264360480?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/6472645533264360480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=6472645533264360480&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/6472645533264360480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/6472645533264360480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2010/02/mexican-fisherman.html' title='The Mexican Fisherman'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-1166891500949004238</id><published>2010-02-09T11:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T11:37:00.789+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>911 Jokes</title><content type='html'>Dispatcher : 9-1-1 What is your emergency?&lt;br /&gt;Caller: I heard what sounded like gunshots coming from the brown house on the corner.&lt;br /&gt;Dispatcher: Do you have an address?&lt;br /&gt;Caller: No, I have on a blouse and slacks, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dispatcher : 9-1-1 What is your emergency?&lt;br /&gt;Caller : Someone broke into my house and took a bite out of my ham and cheese sandwich .&lt;br /&gt;Dispatcher : Excuse me?&lt;br /&gt;Caller : I made a ham and cheese sandwich and left it on the kitchen table and when I came back from the bathroom, someone had taken a bite out of it.&lt;br /&gt;Dispatcher : Was anything else taken?&lt;br /&gt;Caller : No, but this has happened to me before and I'm sick and tired of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dispatcher: 9-1-1 What is the nature of your emergency?&lt;br /&gt;Caller: I'm trying to reach nine eleven but my phone doesn't have an eleven on it.&lt;br /&gt;Dispatcher: This is nine eleven.&lt;br /&gt;Caller: I thought you just said it was nine-one-one&lt;br /&gt;Dispatcher: Yes, ma'am nine-one-one and nine-eleven are the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Honey, I may be old, but I'm not stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dispatcher: 9-1-1 What's the nature of your emergency?&lt;br /&gt;Caller: My wife is pregnant and her contractions are only two minutes apart&lt;br /&gt;Dispatcher: Is this her first child?&lt;br /&gt;Caller: No, you idiot! This is her husband!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dispatcher: 9-1-1&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Yeah, I'm having trouble breathing. I'm all out of breath. Darn....I think I'm going to pass out.&lt;br /&gt;Dispatcher: Sir, where are you calling from?&lt;br /&gt;Caller: I'm at a pay phone. North and Foster.&lt;br /&gt;Dispatcher: ! Sir, an ambulance is on the way. Are you an asthmatic?&lt;br /&gt;Caller: No&lt;br /&gt;Dispatcher: What were you doing before you started having trouble breathing?&lt;br /&gt;Caller: Running from the Police.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617157762112885853-1166891500949004238?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/1166891500949004238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=1166891500949004238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/1166891500949004238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/1166891500949004238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2010/02/911-jokes.html' title='911 Jokes'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-2853730844878486011</id><published>2010-01-04T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:28:40.698+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>THE TEN COMMANDMENTS FOR MEN</title><content type='html'>Commandment 1&lt;br /&gt;Marriages are made in heaven. But then again, so is thunder and lightning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commandment 2&lt;br /&gt;If you want your wife to listen and pay strict attention to every word you say, talk in your sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commandment 3&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is grand -- and divorce is at least a 100 grand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commandment 4&lt;br /&gt;Married life is very frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;In the first year of marriage, the man speaks and the woman listens.&lt;br /&gt;In the second year, the woman speaks and the man listens.&lt;br /&gt;In the third year, they both speak and the neighbors listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commandment 5&lt;br /&gt;When a man opens the door of his car for his wife, you can be sure of one thing:&lt;br /&gt;Either the car is new or the wife is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commandment 6&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is when a man and woman become as one;&lt;br /&gt;The trouble starts when they try to decide which one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commandment 7&lt;br /&gt;Before marriage, a man will lie awake all night thinking about something you said .&lt;br /&gt;After marriage, he will fall asleep before you finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commandment 8&lt;br /&gt;Every man wants a wife who is beautiful, understanding, economical, and a good cook.&lt;br /&gt;But the law allows only one wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commandment 9&lt;br /&gt;Marriage and love are purely a matter of chemistry. That is why one treats the other like toxic waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commandment 10&lt;br /&gt;A man is incomplete until he is married. After that, he is finished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617157762112885853-2853730844878486011?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/2853730844878486011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=2853730844878486011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/2853730844878486011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/2853730844878486011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2010/01/ten-commandments-for-men.html' title='THE TEN COMMANDMENTS FOR MEN'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-2257800712611155035</id><published>2009-12-20T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T16:24:40.424+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Information'/><title type='text'>Privacy on Facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Want privacy on Facebook? Here is how to get some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By BARBARA ORTUTAY,AP Technology Writer - Friday, December 18&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;NEW YORK – Over the past week, Facebook has been nudging its users _ first gently, then firmly _ to review and update their privacy settings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You might have procrastinated by hitting "skip for now," but Facebook eventually locked you out until you did so. After finally accepting Facebook's recommendations or tweaking the privacy settings yourself, though, you might have made more information about you public than what you had intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At the same time, Facebook has given users many granular controls over their privacy, more than what's available on other major social networks.&lt;br /&gt;&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 stay out of people's view, but still want to be on Facebook, here are some things to look out for as you take another look at your settings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. Some of your information is viewable by everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everyone can see your name, your profile photo and the names of work and school networks you're part of. Ditto for pages you are a fan of. If you are worried about a potential employer finding out about a quirky fetish or unorthodox political leaning, avoid becoming a Facebook fan of such groups. You can't tell Facebook you don't want those publicly listed. Your gender and current city are also available, if you choose to specify them. You can uncheck "Show my sex in my profile" when you edit your profile if you don't want it listed, and you can leave "Current City" blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. Your list of friends may also be public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Facebook also considers your friends list publicly available information. Privacy advocates worry that much can be gleaned from a person's list of friends _ even sexual orientation, according to one MIT study. But there is a way to hide the list. Go to your profile page and click on the little blue pencil icon on the top right of your box of friends. Uncheck "Show Friend List to everyone." Either way, those you are already friends with can always see your full list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. You can hide yourself from Web searches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is a section for "Search" under Facebook's privacy settings page, which is accessible from the top right corner of the Web site under "Settings." If you click the "Allow" box next to "Public Search Results," the information that Facebook deems publicly available (such as photo, fan pages and list of friends), along with anything else you have made available to everyone, will show up when someone looks up your name on a search engine such as Google. The stuff you've limited access to in your profile will not show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is useful if you want people you've lost touch with, or potential work contacts, to be able to find your Facebook page. If you'd rather not be found, uncheck this box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A second setting, controlling searches within Facebook, lets you refine who can find you once that person has logged on. Limit searches to friends only if you think you have all the friends you need and don't want anyone to find you when they type in your name to Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. Beware of third-party applications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quizzes and games are fun, but each time you take one, you first authorize it to access your profile information, even if you have made that available only to your friends. You're also letting the app access some information on your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Under "Application Settings," Facebook lists all the apps you have opened your profile up to. If you no longer want to authorize access to "Which Golden Girl Are You?" you can always remove it by clicking on the "X" next to its name. Apps you use regularly, such as Facebook for Android if you update your status from your mobile phone, should stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next, by clicking on "Applications and Websites" on the privacy settings page, you can edit whether your friends can share your birthday, photos and other specific information. Remember that applications can access your "publicly available information" no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The security firm Sophos recommends users set their privacy settings for two of Facebook's own popular applications, notes and photos, to friends only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. Go over your list of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The average Facebook user has 130 friends. But many people interact with a much smaller group when commenting on status updates, photos and links. So it doesn't hurt to occasionally review your list of your friends to get an idea of just who can view your status posts, vacation photos and funny links you've shared over the years. Don't feel obligated to add anyone as a friend, even if that person adds you first. For professional acquaintance you don't want to snub, send them to a LinkedIn profile you can set up. Some workplaces and schools have rules about Facebook interactions between bosses and employees or students and teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. Create custom friends groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you have friended a lot of people, sort them. Think of the groups you interact with in real life _ co-workers, college buddies, girlfriends, grandma and grandpa _ and organize your Facebook friends in these groups, too. Go to "All Friends" under the "Friends" button up top, click on "Create New List" and fire away. Then decide what aspects of your profile, and which status posts and photos, these people will have access to. Or, simply create a "limited" list for acquaintances or distant relatives and limit their access.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7. Customize your status posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Type "I'm hungry" into your status update box. Click on the little lock icon. You'll see a range of privacy controls pop up, letting you either allow or limit access to the post. If you want, you can even hide it from everyone by clicking "Only Me" under the custom settings. Click on save setting. Repeat with each post, or create a default setting for most updates and increase or decrease privacy as you see fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8. Let your friends know you have boundaries _ in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Many of us have woken up on a Sunday morning to find that an overzealous friend has posted dozens of photos from that wild party we barely remembered _ the good, the bad and the hideous. Chances are, they didn't do this to embarrass you, though if they did you have bigger problems. Rather, they probably don't know that you don't want these photos posted. Sure, tweak your photo privacy settings on Facebook. But if someone starts snapping pictures of you at a party, ask them to check with you before posting it anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9. Never assume complete privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Even for the most tech-savvy person, unflattering photos, incriminating text messages or angry status posts about work have a way of worming their way out in the open. Just saying.&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://malaysia.news.yahoo.com/ap/20091218/tbs-us-tec-facebook-privacy-settings-1d79e03.html"&gt;Source&lt;/a&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/3617157762112885853-2257800712611155035?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/2257800712611155035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=2257800712611155035&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/2257800712611155035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/2257800712611155035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2009/12/privacy-on-facebook.html' title='Privacy on Facebook'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-9033141528318335049</id><published>2009-12-10T17:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T17:25:58.256+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicken Soup'/><title type='text'>21 Lotus Touts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ONE. Give people more than they expect and do it cheerfully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;TWO. Marry a man/woman you love to talk to. As you get older, their conversational skills will be as important as any other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;THREE. Don't believe all you hear, spend all you have or sleep all you want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR. When you say, 'I love you,' mean it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;FIVE. When you say, 'I'm sorry,' look the person in the eye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX. Be engaged at least six months before you get married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN. Believe in love at first sight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT. Never laugh at anyone's dreams. People who don't have dreams don't have much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;NINE. Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt but it's the only way to live life completely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;TEN.. In disagreements, fight fairly. No name calling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ELEVEN. Don't judge people by their relatives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;TWELVE. Talk slowly but think quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;THIRTEEN! .. When someone asks you a question you don't want to answer, smile and ask, 'Why do you want to know?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;FOURTEEN. Remember that great love and great achievements involve great risk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;FIFTEEN. Say 'bless you' when you hear someone sneeze. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;SIXTEEN. When you lose, don't lose the lesson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;SEVENTEEN. Remember the three R's: Respect for self; Respect for others; and Responsibility for all your actions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;EIGHTEEN. Don't let a little dispute injure a great friendship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;NINETEEN. When you realize you've made a mistake, take immediate steps to correct it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;TWENTY. Smile when picking up the phone. The caller will hear it in your voice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;TWENTY- ONE. Spend some time alone.&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/3617157762112885853-9033141528318335049?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/9033141528318335049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=9033141528318335049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/9033141528318335049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/9033141528318335049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2009/12/21-lotus-touts.html' title='21 Lotus Touts'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-763335482353205522</id><published>2009-12-02T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T12:40:08.350+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicken Soup'/><title type='text'>How to live life to the fullest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Harold is a good friend who inspires me with his passion for life. At age 89, he continues to work full time, though he retired from his paying job 10 years ago. Now he invests a great deal of his talent, energy, time and money into an organization called "Wayside Waifs." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Harold is the chief executive officer of this not-for-profit animal shelter that is dedicated to finding loving and safe homes for untold numbers of stray or unwanted dogs and cats. Each morning Harold awakens knowing that his mission is making a difference for our community; bringing love, security and companionship for thousands of animals each year, and perhaps even more benefits to the kind and generous people who adopt these pets. His eyes still sparkle with vitality and vigor, and he walks with a spring in his step. He thinks, acts, exercises, and lives like a man 30 years younger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Harold will tell you that his love for family, friends, and Wayside Waifs is the driving force that fuels his passion for life. When he asked me during his most recent office visit, "How's my health, Doc?" I replied, "Harold, if we are not someday celebrating your 100thbirthday together, I will feel asthough I have failed you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe we all can't contribute on the scale that Harold does, but even a little investment in the life around us has the power to bring strength and vitality to our lives. All living things are interconnected through the great tree of life, and through our connections with other life, flows a vital force that sustains each of us like the sap of a tree sustains its leaves. Whether or not we are aware of it, each one of us is woven into this network of life; and if we ignore this reality and become isolated and too self-centered, we grow ill and unhappy. Scientists studying this issue find that lonely, cut off, and depressed people tend to be unhealthy and die younger. In other words, if you lose interest in life, life may lose interest in you. An isolated individual is a dead-end in the grand scheme of life. On the other hand, individuals contributing to and striving for the welfare of others is the force that allows life to continue to thrive. Through its profound instinctive wisdom, life has a way of investing energy and vitality in those who are contributing positively to their community of life, and withdrawing it from those who are not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mission &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The islanders of Okinawa have an average lifespan of 86 years, making them one of the longest living and healthiest cultures in the world. Okinawans suffer 80 percent less heart disease, 75 percent less breast and prostate cancer, and 33 percent less dementia than their counterparts here in the U.S. The Okinawans attribute their exceptional longevity and vigor to a concept they call "ikagai," or having a strong sense of purpose. They feel that an ongoing personal mission or destiny is essential for staying youthful and strong as they grow older. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Certainly, their traditional diet rich in vegetables and fish, and an active way of life, are factors in the Okinawans' excellent health. Yet, the people of this remarkable culture feel their longevity is most closely tied to "ikagai," literally translated as "that which makes one's life worth living." A cause or a passion bigger than ourselves can help us transcend the selfish, introspective nature of an isolated human life, and can bring us lasting vitality and exceptional longevity. The Okinawans have a reciprocal support network of family, friends and neighbors, and this brings a sense of belonging to these people. They tend to put family first and prioritize the cultivation and maintenance of lifelong friendships and social bonds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My mother, Leatrice, is a nurse by profession, and nurturing others has always come naturally for her. When my father passed away five years ago she lost her best friend and soul mate. Understandably, she was depressed and anxious for a year or so afterwards, but she gradually regained her spark by reinvesting her life in others. She volunteers regularly at both the nursing home and the church in our hometown of Grafton, North Dakota, a vibrant little community of 3,500 people near the Minnesota and Canadian borders. She regularly entertains company or travels to visit her family and friends, cares for a dog, and loves to garden (during the four months of the year that the temperature stays above freezing). Recently, she confided to me that she believes that she has been blessed with good health so that she can be there for many of her friends and neighbors who are getting older and sometimes find themselves struggling with serious health issues. Leatrice has a gentle, happy, and compassionate manner, and she spends her days providing good humor, hope, and kindhearted support for her friends and family, and in this way she finds strength and peace of mind for herself. To me, she has always seemed like the closest thing I have ever known to an angel, though I suppose it's natural for a person to feel that way about his or her own mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's the critical factor: no outside entity determines whether or not you are still important to the web of life, you do. It's your own being, conscious or subconscious, that judges whether you are still a dynamic life force that needs to continue to prosper. Living with a sense of purpose sends a signal to your brain that says, "I still matter," and this engenders attitudes and actions that resonate throughout your being, revitalizing your body, reinvigorating your mind, realigning your hormones, and helping you to thrive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Want to grow stronger? Give your energy to someone or some cause beyond yourself. Want to be happier? Stop worrying so much about your own self-interests and try to make someone else's life happier or easier. You don't have to change the world; you just need to call your friend. My father-in-law Leonard, who lived to be 94 years old, used to say, "Keep on walkin' and keep on squawkin'; and don't look back." Indeed, a recent study found that people who made a habit of visiting with acquaintances, either in person or by phone, were significantly protected from Alzheimer's disease. Take good care of the people you love. Happiness doesn't come from possessions or power, but instead from the relationships you develop with the people in your life whom you love and respect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tend a garden, or walk your dog, or feed the birds, or give your elderly neighbor a ride to the grocery store. You get what you give—it's one of the fundamental laws of nature, and it is a force that animates life. Tap into it and you will thrive and prosper; ignore it and you may wither like the leaf that becomes disconnected from its tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wilson Colman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;NHP Electrical Engineering Pty Ltd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;43- 67 River St Richmond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;VIC, 3121 Australia&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/3617157762112885853-763335482353205522?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/763335482353205522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=763335482353205522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/763335482353205522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/763335482353205522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-to-live-life-to-fullest.html' title='How to live life to the fullest'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-3005884602622618939</id><published>2009-12-02T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T12:30:04.925+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Profound'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivational'/><title type='text'>Deadly Sins of Negative Thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. I will be happy once I have _____ (or once I earn X).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Problem: If you think you can't be happy until you reach a certain point, or until you reach a certain income, or have a certain type of house or car or computer setup, you'll never be happy. That elusive goal is always just out of reach. Once we reach those goals, we are not satisfied — we want more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Solution: Learn to be happy with what you have, where you are, and who you are, right at this moment. Happiness doesn't have to be some state that we want to get to eventually — it can be found right now. Learn to count your blessings, and see the positive in your situation. This might sound simplistic, but it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. I wish I were as ____ as (a celebrity, friend, co-worker).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Problem: We'll never be as pretty, as talented, as rich, as sculpted, as cool, as everyone else. There will always be someone better, if you look hard enough. Therefore, if we compare ourselves to others like this, we will always pale, and will always fail, and will always feel bad about ourselves. This is no way to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Solution: Stop comparing yourself to others, and look instead at yourself — what are your strengths, your accomplishments, your successes, however small? What do you love about yourself? Learn to love who you are, right now, not who you want to become. There is good in each of us, love in each of us, and a wonderful human spirit in every one of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Seeing others becoming successful makes me jealous and resentful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Problem: First, this assumes that only a small number of people can be successful. In truth, many, many people can be successful — in different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Solution: Learn to admire the success of others, and learn from it, and be happy for them, by empathizing with them and understanding what it must be like to be them. And then turn away from them, and look at yourself — you can be successful too, in whatever you choose to do. And even more, you already are successful. Look not at those above you in the social ladder, but those below you — there are always millions of people worse off than you, people who couldn't even read this article or afford a computer. In that light, you are a huge success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. I am a miserable failure — I can't seem to do anything right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Problem: Everyone is a failure, if you look at it in certain ways. Everyone has failed, many times, at different things. I have certainly failed so many times I cannot count them — and I continue to fail, daily. However, looking at your failures as failures only makes you feel bad about yourself. By thinking in this way, we will have a negative self-image and never move on from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Solution: See your successes and ignore your failures. Look back on your life, in the last month, or year, or 5 years. And try to remember your successes. If you have trouble with this, start documenting them — keep a success journal, either in a notebook or online. Document your success each day, or each week. When you look back at what you've accomplished, over a year, you will be amazed. It's an incredibly positive feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. I'm going to beat so-and-so no matter what — I'm better than him. And there's no way I'll help him succeed — he might beat me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Problem: Competitiveness assumes that there is a small amount of gold to be had, and I need to get it before he does. It makes us into greedy, back-stabbing, hurtful people. We try to claw our way over people to get to success, because of our competitive feelings. For example, if a blogger wants to have more subscribers than another blogger, he may never link to or mention that other blogger. However, who is to say that my subscribers can't also be yours? People can read and subscribe to more than one blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Solution: Learn to see success as something that can be shared, and learn that if we help each other out, we can each have a better chance to be successful. Two people working towards a common goal are better than two people trying to beat each other up to get to that goal. There is more than enough success to go around. Learn to think in terms of abundance rather than scarcity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. Dammit! Why do these bad things always happen to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Problem: Bad things happen to everybody. If we dwell on them, they will frustrate us and bring us down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Solution: See bad things as a part of the ebb and flow of life. Suffering is a part of the human condition — but it passes. All pain goes away, eventually. Meanwhile, don't let it hold you back. Don't dwell on bad things, but look forward towards something good in your future. And learn to take the bad things in stride, and learn from them. Bad things are actually opportunities to grow and learn and get stronger, in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7. You can't do anything right! Why can't you be like ____ ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Problem: This can be said to your child or your subordinate or your sibling. The problem? Comparing two people, first of all, is always a fallacy. People are different, with different ways of doing things, different strengths and weaknesses, different human characteristics. If we were all the same, we'd be robots. Second, saying negative things like this to another person never helps the situation. It might make you feel better, and more powerful, but in truth, it hurts your relationship, it will actually make you feel negative, and it will certainly make the other person feel negative and more likely to continue negative behavior. Everyone loses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Solution: Take the mistakes or bad behavior of others as an opportunity to teach. Show them how to do something. Second, praise them for their positive behavior, and encourage their success. Last, and most important, love them for who they are, and celebrate their differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8. Your work sucks. It's super lame. You are a moron and I hope you never reproduce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Problem: I've actually gotten this comment before. It feels wonderful. However, let's look at it not from the perspective of the person receiving this kind of comment but from the perspective of the person giving it. How does saying something negative like this help you? I guess it might feel good to vent if you feel like your time has been wasted. But really, how much of your time has been wasted? A few minutes? And whose fault is that? The bloggers or yours? In truth, making negative comments just keeps you in a negative mindset. It's also not a good way to make friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Solution: Learn to offer constructive solutions, first of all. Instead of telling someone their blog sucks, or that a post is lame, offer some specific suggestions for improvement. Help them get better. If you are going to take the time to make a comment, make it worth your time. Second, learn to interact with people in a more positive way — it makes others feel good and it makes you feel better about yourself. And you can make some great friends this way. That's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9. Insulting People Back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Problem: If someone insults you or angers you in some way, insulting them back and continuing your anger only transfers their problem to you. This person was probably having a bad day (or a bad year) and took it out on you for some reason. If you reciprocate, you are now having a bad day too. His problem has become yours. Not only that, but the cycle of insults can get worse and worse until it results in violence or other negative consequences — for both of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Solution: Let the insults or negative comments of others slide off you like Teflon. Don't let their problem become yours. In fact, try to understand their problem more — why would someone say something like that? What problems are they going through? Having a little empathy for someone not only makes you understand that their comment is not about you, but it can make you feel and act in a positive manner towards them — and make you feel better about yourself in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10. I don't think I can do this — I don't have enough discipline. Maybe some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Problem: If you don't think you can do something, you probably won't. Especially for the big stuff. Discipline has nothing to do with it — motivation and focus has everything to do with it. And if you put stuff off for "some other time", you'll never get it done. Negative thinking like this inhibits us from accomplishing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Solution: Turn your thinking around: you can do this! You don't need discipline. Find ways to make yourself a success at your goal. If you fail, learn from your mistakes, and try again. Instead of putting a goal off for later, start now. And focus on one goal at a time, putting all of your energy into it, and getting as much help from others as you can. You can really move mountains if you start with positive thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HAUGEN MORRISH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Managing Director&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;McCormick Rankin Corporation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2655 North Sheridan Way, Suite 300&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mississauga, ON L5K 2P8 Canada&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/3617157762112885853-3005884602622618939?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/3005884602622618939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=3005884602622618939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/3005884602622618939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/3005884602622618939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2009/12/deadly-sins-of-negative-thinking.html' title='Deadly Sins of Negative Thinking'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-6948815616140488830</id><published>2009-12-02T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T12:24:14.977+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>A Hat Seller Tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's an old story that we read in Class 3 but with a new ending. A hat-seller who was passing by a forest decided to take a nap under one of the trees, So he left his whole basket of hats by the side. A few hours later, he woke up and realized that all his hats were gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He looked up and to his surprise, the tree was full of monkeys and they hat taken all his hats. The hat seller sits down and thinks of how he can get the hats down. While thinking he started to scratch his head. The next moment, the monkeys, were doing the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next, he took down his own hat; the monkeys did exactly the same. An Idea came to his mind* He took his hat and threw it on the floor and the monkeys did that too. So He finally managed to get all his hats back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fifty years later, his grandson, also became a hat-seller and had heard this monkey story from his grandfather. One day, just like his grandfather, he passed by the same forest. It Was Very hot, and he took a nap under the same tree and left the hats on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He woke up and realized that all his hats were taken by the monkeys on the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He remembered his grandfather' s words, started scratching his head and The Monkeys followed. He took down his hat and fanned himself and again the monkeys Followed. Now, very convinced of his grandfather' s idea, he threw his Hat on The floor but to his surprise, the monkeys still held on to all the hats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then one monkey climbed down the tree, grabbed the hat on the floor, Gave Him a slap and Guess!!! Said what??? "You think only you have a grandfather! !!???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Luzvimindo Joselito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;EastWest Banking Corporation&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/3617157762112885853-6948815616140488830?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/6948815616140488830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=6948815616140488830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/6948815616140488830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/6948815616140488830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2009/12/hat-seller-tale.html' title='A Hat Seller Tale'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-8766325481285111905</id><published>2009-11-28T12:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T12:54:44.222+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Profound'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>What should I do to marry a rich guy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A young and pretty lady posted this on a popular forum: &lt;br /&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="font-size: large;"&gt;Title: What should I do to marry a rich guy?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm going to be honest of what I'm going to say here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm 25 this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm very pretty, have style and good taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish to marry a guy with $500k annual salary or above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You might say that I'm greedy, but an annual salary of $1M is considered only as middle class in New York. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My requirement is not high:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Is there anyone in this forum who has an income of $500k annual salary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Are you all married? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wanted to ask: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;what should I do to marry rich persons like you? Among those I've dated, the richest is $250k annual income, and it seems that this is my upper limit. If someone is going to move into high cost residential area on the west of New York City Garden, $250k annual income is not enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm here humbly to ask a few questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1) Where do most rich bachelors hang out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Please list down the names and addresses of bars, restaurant, gym)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2) Which age group should I target?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3) Why most wives of the riches is only average-looking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've met a few girls who doesn't have looks and are not interesting, but they are able to marry rich guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4) How do you decide who can be your wife, and who can only be your girlfriend? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(my target now is to get married)&lt;br /&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;em&gt;Ms. Pretty&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&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="font-size: large;"&gt;CEO of J.P Morgan's Fantastic reply to a Pretty Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear Ms. Pretty,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have read your post with great interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Guess there are lots of girls out there who have similar questions like yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Please allow me to analyst your situation as a professional investor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My annual income is more than $500k, which meets your requirement, so I hope everyone believes that I'm not wasting time here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From the standpoint of a business person, it is a bad decision to marry you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The answer is very simple, so let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Put the details aside, what you're trying to do is an exchange of "beauty" and "money":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Person A provides beauty, and Person B pays for it, fair and square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, there's a deadly problem here, your beauty will fade, but my money will not be gone without any good reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The fact is, my income might increase from year to year, but you can't be prettier year after year. Hence from the viewpoint of economics, I am an appreciation asset, and you are a depreciation asset. It's not just normal depreciation, but exponential depreciation. If that is your only asset, your value will be much worried 10 years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By the terms we use in Wall Street, every trading has a position, dating with you is also a "trading position".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If the trade value dropped we will sell it and it is not a good idea to keep it for long term - same goes with the marriage that you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It might be cruel to say this, but in order to make a wiser decision any assets with great depreciation value will be sold or "leased". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyone with over $500k annual income is not a fool; we would only date you, but will not marry you. I would advice that you forget looking for any clues to marry a rich guy. And by the way, you could make yourself to become a rich person with $500k annual income. This has better chance than finding a rich fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hope this reply helps. If you are interested in "leasing" services, do contact me...&lt;br /&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;em&gt;J.P. Morgan CEO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&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/3617157762112885853-8766325481285111905?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/8766325481285111905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=8766325481285111905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/8766325481285111905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/8766325481285111905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-reply-to-pretty-girl-request.html' title='What should I do to marry a rich guy?'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-168492129523299384</id><published>2009-11-28T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T12:44:04.671+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Profound'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicken Soup'/><title type='text'>A Beautiful Message of Life‏ - George Carlin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Isn't it amazing that George Carlin-shockcomedian of the 70's and 80's - could write something so very eloquent...and so very appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A Message by George Carlin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce , fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side. &lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Remember, to say, 'I love you' to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.&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/3617157762112885853-168492129523299384?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/168492129523299384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=168492129523299384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/168492129523299384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/168492129523299384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2009/11/beautiful-message-of-life-george-carlin.html' title='A Beautiful Message of Life‏ - George Carlin'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-8556987963106671800</id><published>2009-11-21T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T20:21:35.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Hope Friend...Decide</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wow4u.com/dont-hope-friend-decide/index.html"&gt;Don't Hope Friend...Decide&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;by Michael Hargrove &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting to pick up a friend at the airport in Portland, Oregon, I had one of those life changing experiences that you hear other people talk about. You know, the kind that sneaks up on you unexpectedly? Well, this one occurred a mere two feet away from me! Straining to locate my friend among the passengers deplaning through the jetway, I noticed a man coming toward me carrying two light bags. He stopped right next to me to greet his family. &lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First, he motioned to his youngest son (maybe six years old) as he laid down his bags. They gave each other a long, and movingly loving hug. As they separated enough to look in each other's face, I heard the father say, "It's so good to see you, son. I missed you so much!" His son smiled somewhat shyly, diverted his eyes, and replied softly, "Me too, Dad!" &lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then the man stood up, gazed in the eyes of his oldest son (maybe 9) and while cupping his son's face in his hands he said, "You're already quite the young man. I love you very much Zach!" They too hugged a most loving, tender hug. His son said nothing. No reply was necessary. &lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While this was happening, a baby girl (perhaps one or one and a half) was squirming excitedly in her mother's arms, never once taking her little eyes off the wonderful sight of her returning father. The man said, "Hi babygirl!" as he gently took the child from her mother. He quickly kissed her face all over and then held her close to his chest while rocking her from side to side. The little girl instantly relaxed and simply laid her head on his shoulder and remained motionless in total pure contentment. &lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After several moments, he handed his daughter to his oldest son and declared, "I've saved the best for last!" and proceeded to give his wife the longest, most passionate kiss I ever remember seeing. He gazed into her eyes for several seconds and then quietly said, "I love you so much!". They stared into each other's eyes, beaming big smiles at one another, while holding both hands. For an instant, they reminded me of newlyweds but I knew by the age of their kids that they couldn't be. I puzzled about it for a moment, then realized how totally engrossed I was in the wonderful display of unconditional love not more than an arm's length away from me. I suddenly felt uncomfortable, as if I were invading something sacred, but was amazed to hear my own voice nervously ask, "Wow! How long have you two been married?" &lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Been together fourteen years total, married twelve of those." he replied without breaking his gaze from his lovely wife's face. &lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Well then, how long have you been away?" I asked. The man finally looked at me, still beaming his joyous smile and told me, "Two whole days!" &lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Two days?! I was stunned! I was certain by the intensity of the greeting I just witnessed that he'd been gone for at least several weeks, if not months, and I know my expression betrayed me. So, I said almost offhandedly, hoping to end my intrusion with some semblance of grace (and to get back to searching for my friend), "I hope my marriage is still that passionate after twelve years!" &lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The man suddenly stopped smiling. He looked me straight in the eye, and with an intensity that burned right into my soul, he told me something that left me a different person. He told me, "Don't hope friend...decide." Then he flashed me his wonderful smile again, shook my hand and said, "God bless!". With that, he and his family turned and energetically strode away together. &lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was still watching that special man and his exceptional family walk just out of sight when my friend came up to me and asked, "What'cha looking at?" Without hesitating, and with a curious sense of certainty, I replied, "My future!" &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/3617157762112885853-8556987963106671800?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/8556987963106671800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=8556987963106671800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/8556987963106671800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/8556987963106671800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-hope-frienddecide.html' title='Don&apos;t Hope Friend...Decide'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-5057910009063669665</id><published>2009-11-01T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T20:16:00.869+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicken Soup'/><title type='text'>Who's your best friend?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm five years old, and my mother is on her hands and knees, washing the kitchen floor. I'm telling her about a new girl in school, and she suddenly looks up at me and says, "Who are your two best friends?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not sure what to say. I've been friends with Jill since I was three or so, and I really like Jaime, a friend in kindergarten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Jill and Jaime." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My mother stops scrubbing the floor and starts to take off her yellow rubber gloves. "Well, what about Karen and Cindy?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My sisters? "I don't know who their best friends are," I say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"No," she says. "I'm saying, why aren't they your best friends?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She seems upset, like I hurt her feelings. "But they're my sisters." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Yes, but they can still be your best friends. Friends may come and go, but your sisters will always be there for you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At the time, the idea of my two sisters being my closest friends seemed strange to me. We fought all the time over toys, food, attention, what to watch on television - you name it, we bickered about it at some point. How could my sisters be my best friends? They weren't the same age as I. We all had our own friends in school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But my mother never let the three of us forget it: Sisters are lifelong friends. Her wish--like most parents'--was to give us something that she never had. Growing up an only child, she longed for siblings. When she gave birth to three daughters --separated by only four years--the fufillment of her dream had only just begun. She had given us each a gift--our sisters--and she wanted to make sure we did not take that gift for granted. She would frequently tell us how lucky we were. But there were other, more subtle ways that she encouraged us to grow closer. She never showed favoritism to one daughter over the other, as not to cause jealousy or bitterness between sisters. She constantly took us places together--skating, shopping, swimming--so we developed common interests. And when we were teenagers, Mom always punished us equally, giving us yet another bonding experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We didn't always get along beautifully and fought just like any other siblings. But somewhere in between Mom's lectures, the family vacations and the shared memories, we realized that our mother was right. Today I share things with my sisters that I do with no one else. My sister Cindy and I ran the New York City Marathon together, side-by-side, even holding hands when we crossed the finish line. When my sister Karen got married, I was her maid of honor. Cindy and I traveled through Europe together and even shared an apartment for two years. The three of us trust each other with our greatest secrets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was twenty-three years ago that my mother first asked me who my two best friends were. Today she doesn't have to. She already knows. &lt;br /&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;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.beliefnet.com/Inspiration/Chicken-Soup-For-The-Soul/2006/04/The-Greatest-Gift.aspx"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&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/3617157762112885853-5057910009063669665?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/5057910009063669665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=5057910009063669665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/5057910009063669665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/5057910009063669665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2009/11/whos-your-best-friend.html' title='Who&apos;s your best friend?'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-8670467624685925805</id><published>2009-10-26T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:31:00.086+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivational'/><title type='text'>The Teddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children an untruth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. However, that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he did not play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. In addition, Teddy could be unpleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners... He is a joy to be around.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest, and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one-quarter full of perfume . But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on he r wrist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After the children left, she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, writing and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he had ever had in his whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer.... The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The story does not end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he had met this girl and was going to be married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit at the wedding in the place that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs.Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. Moreover, she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you Mrs. Thompson for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Paty Manterola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;CRISTACURVA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;413 Interamerica Blvd WH1 PMB 027-318&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Laredo, TX 78045 Mexico&lt;br /&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/3617157762112885853-8670467624685925805?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/8670467624685925805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=8670467624685925805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/8670467624685925805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/8670467624685925805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2009/10/teddy.html' title='The Teddy'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-6376237517386677545</id><published>2009-10-20T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T22:41:05.724+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicken Soup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivational'/><title type='text'>NON VIOLENT PARENTING ( True Story)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dr. Arun Gandhi, grandson of Mahatma Gandhi and founder of the M.K. Gandhi Institute for Nonviolence, in his June 9 lecture at the University of Puerto Rico, shared the following story as an example of Nonviolence in parenting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I was 16 years old and living with my parents at the institute my grandfather had founded 18 miles outside of Durban, South Africa, in the middle of the sugar plantations. We were deep in the country and had no neighbours, so my two sisters and I would always look forward to going to town to visit friends or go to the movies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One day, my father asked me to drive him to town for an all-day conference, and I jumped at the chance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Since I was going to town, my mother gave me a list of groceries she needed and, since I had all day in town, my father ask me to take care of several pending chores, such as getting the car serviced. When I dropped my father off that morning, he said, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I will meet you here at 5:00 p.m. , and we will go home together.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After hurriedly completing my chores, I went straight to the nearest movie theatre. I got so engrossed in a John Wayne double feature that I forgot the time. It was 5:30 before I remembered. By the time I ran to the garage and got the car and hurried to where my father was waiting for me, it was almost 6:00 . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He anxiously asked me, "Why were you late?" I was so ashamed of telling him I was watching a John Wayne western movie that I said, 'The car wasn't ready, so I had to wait,' not realizing that he had already called the garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When he caught me in the lie, he said: "There's something wrong in the way I brought you up that didn't give you the confidence to tell me the truth." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"In order to figure out where I went wrong with you, I'm going to walk to walk home 18 miles and think about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, dressed in his suit and dress shoes, he began to walk home in the dark on mostly unpaved, unlit roads. I couldn't leave him, so for five-and-a-half hours I drove behind him, watching my father go through this agony for a stupid lie that I uttered. I decided then and there that I was never going to lie again. I often think about that episode and wonder, if he had punished me the way we punish our children, whether I would have learned a lesson at all. I don't think so. I would have suffered the punishment and gone on doing the same thing. But this single nonviolent action was so powerful that it is still as if it happened yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That is the power of nonviolence.&lt;br /&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/3617157762112885853-6376237517386677545?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/6376237517386677545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=6376237517386677545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/6376237517386677545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/6376237517386677545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2009/10/non-violent-parenting-true-story.html' title='NON VIOLENT PARENTING ( True Story)'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-7049123267205624072</id><published>2009-10-20T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T00:41:20.468+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Information'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Astute Visionaries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Computers in the future may weigh no more than 1.5 tons." -- Popular Mechanics, forecasting the relentless march of science, 1949 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I think there is a world market for maybe five computers." -- Thomas Watson, chairman of IBM, 1943 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I have travelled the length and breadth of this country and talked with the best people, and I can assure you that data processing is a fad that won't last out the year." -- The editor in charge of business books for Prentice Hall, 1957 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"But what ... is it good for?" -- Engineer at the Advanced Computing Systems Division of IBM, 1968, commenting on the microchip &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"There is no reason anyone would want a computer in their home." -- Ken Olson, President, Chairman and founder of Digital Equipment Corp., 1977 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"There is no real need for sales people. Customers will be attracted to good products without assistance." -- Ken Olson, addressing a convention of DEC sales people &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"This 'telephone' has too many shortcomings to be seriously considered as a means of communication. The device is inherently of no value to us." -- Western Union internal memo, 1876. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"The wireless music box has no imaginable commercial value. Who would pay for a message sent to nobody in particular?" -- David Sarnoff's associates in response to his urgings for investment in the radio in the 1920s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"The concept is interesting and well-formed, but in order to earn better than a 'C,' the idea must be feasible." -- A Yale University management professor in response to Fred Smith's paper proposing reliable overnight delivery service. Smith went on to found Federal Express Corp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Who would want to hear actors talk?" -- H.M. Warner, Warner Brothers, 1927. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"I'm just glad it'll be Clark Gable who's falling on his face and not Gary Cooper." -- Gary Cooper on his decision not to take the leading role in "Gone With The Wind." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"A cookie store is a bad idea. Besides, the market research reports say America likes crispy cookies, not soft and chewy cookies like you make." -- Response to Debbi Fields' idea of starting Mrs. Fields' Cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"We don't like their sound, and guitar music is on the way out." -- Decca Recording Co. rejecting the Beatles, 1962. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Heavier-than-air flying machines are impossible." -- Lord Kelvin, president, Royal Society, 1895. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"If I had thought about it, I wouldn't have done the experiment. The literature was full of examples that said you can't do this." -- Spencer Silver on the work that led to the unique adhesives for 3-M "Post-It" Notepads. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"So we went to Atari and said, 'Hey, we've got this amazing thing, even built with some of your parts, and what do you think about funding us? Or, we' ll give it to you. We just want to do it. Pay our salary, we'll come work for you.' And, they said, 'No.' So then, we went to Hewlett-Packard, and they said, 'Hey, we don't need you. You haven't got through college yet.'" -- Apple Computer Inc. founder Steve Jobs on attempts to get Atari and HP interested in his and Steve Wozniak's personal computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Professor Goddard does not know the relation between action and reaction and the need to have something better than a vacuum against which to react. He seems to lack the basic knowledge ladled out daily in high schools." -- 1921 New York Times editorial about Robert Goddard's revolutionary rocket work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"You want to have consistent and uniform muscle development across all of your muscles? It can't be done. It's just a fact of life. You just have to accept inconsistent muscle development as an unalterable condition of weight training." -- Response to Arthur Jones, who solved the "unsolvable" problem by inventing Nautilus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Drill for oil? You mean drill into the ground to try and find oil? You're crazy." -- Drillers who Edwin L. Drake tried to enlist to his project to drill for oil in 1859. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Stocks have reached what looks like a permanently high plateau." -- Irving Fisher, Professor of Economics, Yale University, 1929. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Airplanes are interesting toys but of no military value." -- Marechal Ferdinand Foch, Professor of Strategy, Ecole Superieure de Guerre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Everything that can be invented has been invented." -- Charles H. Duell, Commissioner, U.S. Office of Patents, 1899. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Louis Pasteur's theory of germs is ridiculous fiction." -- Pierre Pachet, Professor of Physiology at Toulouse, 1872 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"The abdomen, the chest, and the brain will forever be shut from the intrusion of the wise and humane surgeon." -- Sir John Eric Ericksen, British surgeon, appointed Surgeon-Extraordinary to Queen Victoria 1873. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"640K ought to be enough for anybody." -- Bill Gates, 1981 &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/3617157762112885853-7049123267205624072?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/7049123267205624072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=7049123267205624072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/7049123267205624072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/7049123267205624072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2009/10/astute-visionaries.html' title='Astute Visionaries'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-1467515921557338529</id><published>2009-10-16T16:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T16:09:08.316+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicken Soup'/><title type='text'>Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I found real passion and he is so nice, with all his piercing and tattoos and his big motorcycle. But it is not only that mom, I'm pregnant and Ahmed said that we will be very happy in his trailer in the woods. He wants to have many more children with me and that's one of my dreams. I've learned that marijuana doesn't hurt anyone and we'll be growing it for us and his friends, who are providing us with all the cocaine and ecstasies we may want. In the meantime, we'll pray for the science to find the AIDS cure, for Ahmed to get better, he deserves it. Don't worry Mom, I'm 15 years old now and I know how to take care of myself. Some day I'll visit for you to know your grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Your daughter, Judith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Mom, it's not true. I'm at the neighbor's house. I just wanted to show you that there are worse things in life than the school's report card that's in my desk drawer...I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617157762112885853-1028683402320157118?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/1028683402320157118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=1028683402320157118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/1028683402320157118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/1028683402320157118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2009/09/shocking-letter-funny.html' title='Shocking letter'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-4326493638172453991</id><published>2009-09-18T15:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T15:26:21.638+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>RULES THAT GUYS WISHED WOMEN KNEW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/SrM19ar6jCI/AAAAAAAAAOM/_6j9A84CvK0/s1600-h/mars%26venus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 378px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/SrM19ar6jCI/AAAAAAAAAOM/_6j9A84CvK0/s400/mars%26venus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382705308889680930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a list of things that nearly all guys wished that their wives or girlfriends knew ... far too true, and very funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If you think you’re fat, you probably are. Don’t ask us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Learn to work the toilet seat, if it is up, put it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Don’t cut your hair. Never. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Sometimes we’re not thinking about you. Live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Get rid of your cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Anything you wear is fine. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Women wearing Wonder bras and low-cut blouses lose their right to complain about being &lt;br /&gt;  stared  at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You have too many shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Crying is blackmail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ask for what you want. Subtle hints don’t work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Mark anniversaries on a calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problem. See a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Anything we said 6 or 8 months ago is inadmissible in an argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If you don’t dress like the Victoria’s Secret girls, don’t expect us to act like soap &lt;br /&gt;  opera guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If something we said can be interpreted two ways, and one of the ways makes you sad &lt;br /&gt;  and angry, we probably meant the other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Let us ogle. If we don’t look at other women, how can we know how pretty you are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Don’t rub the lamp if you don’t want the genie to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You can either ask us to do something OR tell us how you want it done - not both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Christopher Columbus didn’t need directions, and neither do we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You have enough clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Diamonds are forever expensive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Thanks to MWS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617157762112885853-4326493638172453991?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/4326493638172453991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=4326493638172453991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/4326493638172453991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/4326493638172453991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2009/09/rules-that-guys-wished-women-knew.html' title='RULES THAT GUYS WISHED WOMEN KNEW'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/SrM19ar6jCI/AAAAAAAAAOM/_6j9A84CvK0/s72-c/mars%26venus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-4286513567287686124</id><published>2009-09-15T19:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T19:20:55.227+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Profound'/><title type='text'>Does God Exist</title><content type='html'>The professor of a university challenged his students with this question. "Did God create everything that exists?" A student answered bravely, "Yes, he did". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor then asked, "If God created everything, then he created evil. Since evil exists (as noticed by our own actions), so God is evil. The student couldn't respond to that statement causing the professor to conclude that he had "proved" that "belief in God" was a fairy tale, and therefore worthless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another student raised his hand and asked the professor, "May I pose a question? " "Of course" answered the professor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young student stood up and asked : "Professor does Cold exists?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor answered, "What kind of question is that? ...Of course the cold exists... haven't you ever been cold?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young student answered, "In fact sir, Cold does not exist. According to the laws of Physics, what we consider cold, in fact is the absence of heat. Anything is able to be studied as long as it transmits energy (heat). Absolute Zero is the total absence of heat, but cold does not exist. What we have done is create a term to describe how we feel if we don't have body heat or we are not hot." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And, does Dark exist?", he continued. The professor answered "Of course". This time the student responded, "Again you're wrong, Sir. Darkness does not exist either. Darkness is in fact simply the absence of light. Light can be studied, darkness can not. Darkness cannot be broken down. A simple ray of light tears the darkness and illuminates the surface where the light beam finishes. Dark is a term that we humans have created to describe what happens when there's lack of light." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the student asked the professor, "Sir, does evil exist?" The professor replied, "Of course it exists, as I mentioned at the beginning, we see violations, crimes and violence anywhere in the world, and those things are evil." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The student responded, “Sir, Evil does not exist. Just as in the previous cases, Evil is a term which man has created to describe the result of the absence of God's presence in the hearts of man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this, the professor bowed down his head, and didn't answer back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617157762112885853-4286513567287686124?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/4286513567287686124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=4286513567287686124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/4286513567287686124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/4286513567287686124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2009/09/does-god-exist.html' title='Does God Exist'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-4629262264410861598</id><published>2009-09-14T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:35:11.573+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicken Soup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>The Meaning of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On the first day, God created the dog and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sit all day by the door of your house and bark at anyone who comes in or walks past. For this, I will give you a life span of twenty years.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog said: 'That's a long time to be barking. How about only ten years and I'll give you back the other ten?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So God agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, God created the monkey and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Entertain people, do tricks, and make them laugh. For this, I'll give you a twenty-year life span.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The monkey said: 'Monkey tricks for twenty years? That's a pretty long time to perform. How about I give you back ten like the Dog did?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day, God created the cow and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You must go into the field with the farmer all day long and suffer under the sun, have calves and give milk to support the farmer's family. For this, I will give you a life span of sixty years.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cow said: 'That's kind of a tough life you want me to live for sixty years.. How about twenty and I'll give back the other forty?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God agreed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day, God created humans and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Eat, sleep, play, marry and enjoy your life. For this, I'll give you twenty years.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the human said: 'Only twenty years? Could you possibly give me my twenty, the forty the cow gave back, the ten the monkey gave back, and the ten the dog gave back; that makes eighty, okay?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Okay,' said God, 'You asked for it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is why for our first twenty years we eat, sleep, play and enjoy ourselves. For the next forty years we slave in the sun to support our family.. For the next ten years we do monkey tricks to entertain the grandchildren. . And for the last ten years we sit on the front porch and bark at everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has now been explained to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mohit Rajvanshi&lt;br /&gt;General Manager&lt;br /&gt;Fortuna Impex Pte Ltd.&lt;br /&gt;12 D, Harrington Mansion,&lt;br /&gt;Kolkata 700 071, India &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617157762112885853-4629262264410861598?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/4629262264410861598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=4629262264410861598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/4629262264410861598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/4629262264410861598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2009/09/meaning-of-life.html' title='The Meaning of Life'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-5272921617907008749</id><published>2009-09-14T08:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T08:54:01.160+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicken Soup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivational'/><title type='text'>Ju</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sq2Tw9OQ8HI/AAAAAAAAANk/7cTG6eteQXg/s1600-h/rays_of_reflection_by_ssilence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381119599055007858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sq2Tw9OQ8HI/AAAAAAAAANk/7cTG6eteQXg/s400/rays_of_reflection_by_ssilence.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Image source: deviantart.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just when you feel you have the worst life in this world...please read this. Hopefully it helps us to be a better person and to be strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ju was physically abused as a child. She lived with a mother who was&lt;br /&gt;diagnosed with post depression and a father who was a wife abuser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her parent divorced and left six of them with her mother. She left&lt;br /&gt;school at 15 and went to work waiting tables to help her mother feed&lt;br /&gt;them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 18 she met and fell in love and was married soon after. Then she&lt;br /&gt;found out that her husband drank too much, slept around with other&lt;br /&gt;women, a wife abuser and took drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was divorced at age 20 with two children. Her husband took their&lt;br /&gt;son away and handed him to his friend. He was sent to jail for an&lt;br /&gt;offence with the law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her husband's friend did not want to hand the boy over to her and&lt;br /&gt;demanded money in exchange. The child had scars on his chest due to&lt;br /&gt;burnt from cigarette butts. That was what he got for crying out for&lt;br /&gt;food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She finally managed to get her son back. She left her children in her&lt;br /&gt;mother's care while she left to find a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 28 she had an accident. Her dress caught fire and she suffered 2nd&lt;br /&gt;degree burns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that her self-esteem and self-confidence went down the pit. She&lt;br /&gt;was depressed. She attempted suicides several times and was given&lt;br /&gt;psychiatric treatments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a major surgery and lots of counseling and support from&lt;br /&gt;relatives and friends, she started her life all over again even with&lt;br /&gt;one partly deformed hand and fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her anxiety was all the time still present. It was tougher to find a&lt;br /&gt;job. She felt like a disabled person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that kept her going in spite of her misfortune was her&lt;br /&gt;will to be able to feed herself and sent money for her children. She&lt;br /&gt;did not want to ask for financial support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 38 she was diagnosed with cancer of the cervix. That was a big&lt;br /&gt;blow to her. She went through another depression episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why me?" was the question she repeatedly asked. Of course when she&lt;br /&gt;asked that question, she got all the wrong answers. She felt more&lt;br /&gt;depressed. She blamed her father, her mother and everyone for what&lt;br /&gt;brought her sufferings. Worst, she blamed herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She agreed to go for the treatments, chemotherapy and cesium, because&lt;br /&gt;she did not want to go through the pains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was when she took the time to look within her. She thought that&lt;br /&gt;she might not live long enough so she decided to reconnect with her&lt;br /&gt;children. It was not easy especially with her son who had gone&lt;br /&gt;through his own childhood trauma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned to her family for moral support and she turned to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now eight years later, she is still alive. Waking up and able to&lt;br /&gt;breathe for another day is a gift for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has two grandchildren whom she adores and that give her much joy.&lt;br /&gt;She takes some jobs every now and then when her health permits and&lt;br /&gt;rests when she needs it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her question has changed. She now asks what is it she could do to get&lt;br /&gt;more out of what is left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things happen and happen to us all. Life does not play favorites.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a story to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is how we handle it that matters. We do not have to wait until a&lt;br /&gt;major catastrophe interrupts us to think of what we should do with&lt;br /&gt;our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is up to us to make or break us. No one can tell our brain and&lt;br /&gt;mind what to do. No one can tell us what to think of and what to put&lt;br /&gt;inside our head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the power to think what we want to think. To forget past&lt;br /&gt;hurts or to linger with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can decide, plan and take action on what we want to have, do or&lt;br /&gt;be. At least when the universe intervenes, we know that we have done&lt;br /&gt;our best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paty Manterola&lt;br /&gt;CRISTACURVA&lt;br /&gt;413 Interamerica Blvd WH1 PMB 027-318&lt;br /&gt;Laredo, TX 78045 Mexico&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/3617157762112885853-5272921617907008749?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/5272921617907008749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=5272921617907008749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/5272921617907008749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/5272921617907008749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2009/09/ju.html' title='Ju'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sq2Tw9OQ8HI/AAAAAAAAANk/7cTG6eteQXg/s72-c/rays_of_reflection_by_ssilence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-2341000665788469923</id><published>2009-09-11T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T10:12:15.193+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>What the Dictionary Never Tells You</title><content type='html'>1. Divorce : Future tense of marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Cigarette: A pinch of tobacco rolled in paper with fire at one end and a fool on the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Lecture : An art of transferring information from the notes of the lecturer to the notes of the students without passing through the minds of either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Compromise: The art of dividing a cake in such a way that everybody believes he got the biggest piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Tears : The hydraulic force by which masculine will-power is defeated by feminine water power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Dictionary : A place where success comes before work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Conference Room: A place where everybody talks, nobody listens and everybody disagrees later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Classic: A book which people praise, but do not read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Smile : A curve that can set a lot of things straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Office: A place where you can relax after your strenuous home life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Yawn: The only time some married men ever get to open their mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Etc: A sign to make others believe that you know more than you actually do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Committee: Individuals who can do nothing individually and sit to decide that nothing can be done together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Experience: The name men give to their mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Atom Bomb : An invention to end all inventions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Philosopher: A fool who torments himself during life, to be spoken of when dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Diplomat : A person who tells you to go to hell in such a way that you actually look forward to the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Opportunist : A person who starts taking bath if he accidentally falls into a river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Optimist: A person who while falling from Eiffel tower says in midway "See I am not injured yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Miser : A person who lives poor so that he can die rich.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617157762112885853-2341000665788469923?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/2341000665788469923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=2341000665788469923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/2341000665788469923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/2341000665788469923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-dictionary-never-tells-you.html' title='What the Dictionary Never Tells You'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-8511916851951514931</id><published>2009-09-09T21:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T05:26:34.786+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivational'/><title type='text'>The Builder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Author Unknown, Source Unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An elderly carpenter was ready to retire. He told his employer-contractor of his plans to leave the house building business and live a more leisurely life with his wife enjoying his extended family. He would miss the paycheck, but he needed to retire. They could get by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contractor was sorry to see his good worker go and asked if he could build just one more house as a personal favor. The carpenter said yes, but in time it was easy to see that his heart was not in his work. He resorted to shoddy workmanship and used inferior materials. It was an unfortunate way to end his career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the carpenter finished his work and the builder came to inspect the house, the contractor handed the front-door key to the carpenter. "This is your house," he said, "my gift to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a shock! What a shame! If he had only known he was building his own house, he would have done it all so differently. Now he had to live in the home he had built none too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is with us. We build our lives in a distracted way, reacting rather than acting, willing to put up less than the best. At important points we do not give the job our best effort. Then with a shock we look at the situation we have created and find that we are now living in the house we have built. If we had realized, we would have done it differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of yourself as the carpenter. Think about your house. Each day you hammer a nail, place a board, or erect a wall. Build wisely. It is the only life you will ever build. Even if you live it for only one day more, that day deserves to be lived graciously and with dignity. The plaque on the wall says, "Life is a do-it-yourself project."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who could say it more clearly? Your life today is the result of your attitudes and choices in the past. Your life tomorrow will be the result of your attitudes and the choices you make today.&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/3617157762112885853-8511916851951514931?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/8511916851951514931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=8511916851951514931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/8511916851951514931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/8511916851951514931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2009/09/builder.html' title='The Builder'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-1836024584715380910</id><published>2009-09-09T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T14:05:10.957+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicken Soup'/><title type='text'>A Sweet Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A bit long………. but worth to read….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One day a woman was walking down the street when she spied a beggar sitting on the corner. The man was elderly, unshaven, and ragged. As he sat there, pedestrians walked by him giving him dirty looks they clearly wanted nothing to do with him because of who he was -- a dirty, homeless man. But when she saw him, the woman was moved to compassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very cold that day and the man had his tattered coat -- more like an old suit coat rather than a warm coat -- wrapped around him. She stopped and looked down. "Sir?" She asked. "Are you all right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man slowly looked up. This was a woman clearly accustomed to the finer things of life. Her coat was new. She looked like that she had never missed a meal in her life. His first thought was that she wanted to make fun of him, like so many others had done before. "Leave me alone," he growled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To his amazement, the woman continued standing. She was smiling - - her even white teeth displayed in dazzling rows. "Are you hungry?" She asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," he answered sarcastically. "I've just come from dining with the President. Now go away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman's smile became even broader. Suddenly the man felt a gentle hand under his arm. "What are you doing, lady?" The man asked angrily. "I said to leave me alone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then a policeman came up. "Is there any problem, ma'am?" He asked."No problem here, officer," the woman answered. "I'm just trying to get this man to his feet. Will you help me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Officer scratched his head. "That's old Jack. He's been a fixture around here for a couple of years. What do you want with him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See that cafeteria over there?" She asked. "I'm going to get him something to eat and get him out of the cold for awhile."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you crazy, lady?" The homeless man resisted. "I don't want to go in there!" Then he felt strong hands grab his other arm and lift him up. "Let me go, Officer. I didn't do anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is a good deal for you, Jack," the Officer answered. "Don't blow it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, and with some difficulty, the woman and the police officer got jack into the cafeteria and sat him at a table in a remote corner. It was the middle of the morning, so most of the breakfast crowd had already left and the lunch bunch had not yet arrived. The manager strode across the cafeteria and stood by the table. "What's going on here, Officer?" He asked. "What is all this. Is this man in trouble?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This lady brought this man in here to be fed," the policeman answered. "Not in here!" The manager replied angrily. "Having a person like that here is bad for business."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Jack smiled a toothless grin. "See, lady. I told you so. Now if you'll let me go. I didn't want to come here in the first place."The woman turned to the cafeteria manager and smiled. "Sir, are you familiar with eddy and associates, the banking firm down the street?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course I am," the manager answered impatiently. "They hold their weekly meetings in one of my banquet rooms." "And do you make a good profit from providing food at the weekly meetings?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What business is that of yours?" "I, sir, am Penelope Eddy, President and CEO of the Company." "Oh." The woman smiled again. "I thought that might make a difference." She glanced at the cop who was busy stifling a giggle. "Would you like to join us in a cup of coffee and a meal, Officer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No thanks, ma'am," the Officer replied. "I'm on duty."&lt;br /&gt;"Then, perhaps, a cup of coffee to go?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, ma'am. That would be very nice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cafeteria manager turned on his heel. "I'll get your coffee for you right away, Officer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Officer watched him walk away. "You certainly put him in his place," he said. "That was not my intent. Believe it or not, I have a reason for all this." She sat down at the table across from her amazed dinner guest. She stared at him intently. "Jack, do you remember me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Jack searched her face with his old, rheumy eyes "I think so -- I mean you do look familiar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a little older perhaps," she said. "Maybe I've even filled out more than in my younger days when you worked here, and I came through that very door, cold and hungry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ma'am?" The Officer said questioningly. He couldn't believe that such a magnificently turned out woman could ever have been hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was just out of college," the woman began. "I had come to the city looking for a job, but I couldn't find anything. Finally I was down to my last few cents and had been kicked out of my apartment. I walked the streets for days. It was February and I was cold and nearly starving. I saw this place and walked in on the off chance that I could get something to eat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack lit up with a smile. "Now I remember," he said. "I was behind the serving counter. You came up and asked me if you could work for something to eat. I said that it was against company policy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know," the woman continued. "Then you made me the biggest roast beef sandwich that I had ever seen, gave me a cup of coffee, and told me to go over to a corner table and enjoy it. I was afraid that you would get into trouble. Then, when I looked over, I saw you put the price of my food in the cash register. I knew then that everything would be all right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you started your own business?" Old jack said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I got a job that very afternoon. I worked my way up. Eventually I started my own business that, with the help of God, prospered." She opened her purse and pulled out a business card. "When you are finished here, I want you to pay a visit to a Mr. Lyons. He's the Personnel Director of my Company. I'll go talk to him now and I'm certain he'll find something for you to do around the office." She smiled. "I think he might even find the funds to give you a little advance so that you can buy some clothes and get a place to live until you get on your feet and if you ever need anything, my door is always opened to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were tears in the old man's eyes. "How can I ever thank you," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't thank me," the woman answered. "To God goes the Glory. Thank Jesus. He led me to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the cafeteria, the Officer and the woman paused at the entrance before going their separate ways. "Thank you for all your help, Officer," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"On the contrary, Ms. Eddy," he answered. "Thank you. I saw a miracle today, something that I will never forget. And... And thank you for the coffee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She frowned. "I forgot to ask you whether you used cream or sugar. That's black."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Officer looked at the steaming cup of coffee in his hand. "Yes, I do take cream and sugar --perhaps more sugar than is good for me." He patted his ample stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't need it now," he replied smiling. "I've got the feeling that this coffee you bought me is going to taste as sweet as sugar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start to live. May God Bless You Too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617157762112885853-1836024584715380910?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/1836024584715380910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=1836024584715380910&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/1836024584715380910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/1836024584715380910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2009/09/sweet-coffee.html' title='A Sweet Coffee'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-6742696354919322308</id><published>2009-09-01T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T02:18:49.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivational'/><title type='text'>The Elephant That Don't Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A number of years ago, I had the rather unique experience of being backstage in Madison Square Garden, in New York, during the Ringling Brothers Barnum &amp;amp; Bailey Circus. To say the least, it was a fascinating experience. I was able to walk around looking at the lions, tigers, giraffes and all the other circus animals. As I was passing the elephants, I suddenly stopped, confused by the fact that these huge creatures were being held by only a small rope tied to their front leg. No chains, no cages. It was obvious that the elephants could, at any time, break away from their bonds but, for some reason, they did not. I saw a trainer near by and asked why these beautiful, magnificent animals just stood there and made no attempt to get away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," he said, "when they are very young and much smaller we use the same size rope to tie them and, at that age, it's enough to hold them. As they grow up, they are conditioned to believe they cannot break away. They think the rope can still hold them, so they never try to break free." I was amazed. These animals could at any time break free from their bonds but, because they believed they could not, they were stuck right where they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the elephants, how many of us go through life hanging onto a belief that we cannot do something, simply because we failed at it once before? How many of us are being held back by old, outdated beliefs that no longer serve us? Have you avoided trying something new because of a limiting belief? Worse, how many of us are being held back by someone else's limiting beliefs? Do you tell yourself you can't sell because you're not a salesperson?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Particularly in starting or running a business, we are cautioned not to take risks, usually by well intentioned friends and family. How many of us have heard, "You can't do that" or "You'll never succeed in that business, I know, I tried"? These are the dream stealers who, due to their own limiting beliefs, will attempt to discourage you from living your dreams. You must ignore them at all costs! I am not suggesting that you should not seek advice from qualified individuals and mentors, but that you avoid like the plague, being swayed by the limiting beliefs of others, especially people who are not in their own business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Challenge your own limiting beliefs by questioning them. If you begin to question a belief, you automatically weaken it. The more you question your limiting beliefs, the more they are weakened. It's like kicking the legs out from under a stool. Once you weaken one leg, the stool begins to lose its balance and fall. Think back to a time when you "sold" someone on yourself. We are selling all the time. You have to sell your ideas to your spouse, your children, and your employees, even your banker. Maybe, as a child, you sold Girl Scout cookies or magazine subscriptions to raise money for your school team. That was selling too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you realize you are, in fact, a capable salesperson, you have weakened that old belief and began to replace it with a new, empowering one. Look for references to support the new beliefs you want to cultivate. As in the example of the stool, you want to reinforce your beliefs by adding more and more "legs" to them. Find people who have accomplished what you want to accomplish, discover what they did and model their behavior. Remember back to times in your past when you were successful, and use that experience to propel yourself forward. If your challenge is in sales, read sales books and listen to tapes or attend sales seminars. This is a critical area of your business. One that cannot be undermined by limiting beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a technique called "fake it until you make it" that works well. I am not suggesting you live in denial, just that you begin to see yourself succeeding. Visualize your successes. See yourself vividly in your mind's eye making the sale and reaching your goals. Affirm, over and over, that you are succeeding. Write your affirmations daily. Of course, make sure you take the appropriate action. As it says in the Bible, "Faith without works is dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that your subconscious mind does not know the difference between real and imaginary. Before you go on a sales call, take a moment and mentally rehearse the scene, just like actors and athletes do. Tell yourself, "I'm a great salesperson. " Do this over and over, especially just before a sales call. See the sale being made. See and feel the success. You will be pleasantly amazed at the result. Don't take my word for it. Give it a try. You have nothing to lose and everything to gain. It has been said throughout history that what ever you believe, with conviction, you can achieve. Don't be like the poor elephant and go through your life stuck because of a limiting belief you were given or developed years ago. Take charge of your life and live it to the fullest. You deserve the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paty Manterola&lt;br /&gt;CRISTACURVA&lt;br /&gt;413 Interamerica Blvd WH1 PMB 027-318&lt;br /&gt;Laredo, TX 78045 Mexico &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617157762112885853-6742696354919322308?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/6742696354919322308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=6742696354919322308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/6742696354919322308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/6742696354919322308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2009/09/elephant-that-dont-run.html' title='The Elephant That Don&apos;t Run'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-3990840258721979353</id><published>2009-08-29T18:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T19:12:18.570+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicken Soup'/><title type='text'>Around The Corner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by: Henson Towne, Source Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the corner I have a friend&lt;br /&gt;In this great city that has no end,&lt;br /&gt;Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,&lt;br /&gt;And before I know it, a year is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never see my old friends face,&lt;br /&gt;For life is a swift and terrible race,&lt;br /&gt;She knows I like her just as well&lt;br /&gt;As in the days when I rang her bell,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she rang mine.&lt;br /&gt;We were younger then,&lt;br /&gt;And now we are busy, tired men.&lt;br /&gt;Tired of playing a foolish game,&lt;br /&gt;Tired of trying to make a name.&lt;br /&gt;"Tomorrow" I say "I will call on Jane"&lt;br /&gt;"Just to show that I'm thinking of her"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,&lt;br /&gt;And distance between us grows and grows.&lt;br /&gt;Around the corner!-yet miles away,&lt;br /&gt;"Here's a telegram sir-"&lt;br /&gt;"Jane died today."&lt;br /&gt;And that's what we get and deserve in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Around the corner, a vanished friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone, tell them. Remember always to say "what you mean". Never be afraid to express yourself. Take this opportunity to tell someone what they mean to you. Seize the day and have no regrets. Most importantly, stay close to your friends and family, They have helped to make you the person you are today, What it's all about anyway. Pass this along to your friends. Let it make a difference in your day and theirs. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617157762112885853-3990840258721979353?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/3990840258721979353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=3990840258721979353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/3990840258721979353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/3990840258721979353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2009/08/around-corner.html' title='Around The Corner'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-3928198386862350861</id><published>2009-08-29T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T18:40:50.665+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivational'/><title type='text'>The Butterfly Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.skelliewag.org/post_images/butterfly_growth2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 430px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 415px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.skelliewag.org/post_images/butterfly_growth2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A man was walking in the park one day when he came upon a cocoon with a small opening. He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through the little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It looked like it had gotten as far as it could, so the man decided to help the butterfly. He used his pocketknife and snipped the remaining bit of the cocoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The butterfly then emerged easily, but something was strange. The butterfly had a swollen body and shriveled wings. The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected at any moment the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time. Neither happened. In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and deformed wings. It was never able to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to emerge was natural. It was nature's way of forcing fluid from its body into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom. Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we were allowed to go through life without any obstacles, we would be crippled. We would not be as strong as what we could have been. And we could never fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History has shown us that the most celebrated winners usually encountered heartbreaking obstacles before they triumphed. They won because they refused to become discouraged by their defeats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend, Lou Holtz, football coach of the University of South Carolina, once told me, "Show me someone who has done something worthwhile, and I'll show you someone who has overcome adversity."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beethoven composed his greatest works after becoming deaf. George Washington was snowed in through a treacherous winter at Valley Forge. Abraham Lincoln was raised in poverty. Albert Einstein was called a slow learner, retarded and uneducable. If Christopher Columbus had turned back, no one could have blamed him, considering the constant adversity he endured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an elementary student, actor James Earl Jones (a.k.a. Darth Vader) stuttered so badly he communicated with friends and teachers using written notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itzhak Perlman, the incomparable concert violinist, was born to parents who survived a Nazi concentration camp and has been paralyzed from the waist down since the age of four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chester Carlson, a young inventor, took his idea to 20 big corporations in the 1940s. After seven years of rejections, he was able to persuade Haloid, a small company in Rochester, N.Y., to purchase the rights to his electrostatic paper- copying process. Haloid has since become Xerox Corporation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Edison tried over 2,000 experiments before he was able to get his light bulb to work. Upon being asked how he felt about failing so many times, he replied, "I never failed once. I invented the light bulb. It just happened to be a 2,000-step process."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Franklin Delano Roosevelt, elected President of the United States for four terms, had been stricken with polio at the age of 39.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persistence paid off for General Douglas MacArthur. After applying for admission to West Point twice, he applied a third time and was accepted. The rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1927 the head instructor of the John Murray Anderson Drama School, instructed student Lucille Ball, to "Try any other profession. Any other."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddy Holly was fired from the Decca record label in 1956 by Paul Cohen, Nashville "Artists and Repertoire Man." Cohen called Holly "the biggest no-talent I ever worked with."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Academy Award-winning writer, producer and director Woody Allen failed motion picture production at New York University (NYU) and City College of New York. He also flunked English at NYU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen Keller, the famous blind author and speaker, said: "Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, vision cleared, ambition inspired and success achieved. Silver is purified in fire and so are we. It is in the most trying times that our real character is shaped and revealed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paty Manterola&lt;br /&gt;CRISTACURVA&lt;br /&gt;413 Interamerica Blvd WH1 PMB 027-318&lt;br /&gt;Laredo, TX 78045 Mexico &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617157762112885853-3928198386862350861?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/3928198386862350861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=3928198386862350861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/3928198386862350861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/3928198386862350861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2009/08/butterfly-story.html' title='The Butterfly Story'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-881779839352031524</id><published>2009-08-27T20:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T20:50:46.053+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicken Soup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivational'/><title type='text'>The Law of The Garbage Truck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by David J. Pollay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How often do you let other people’s nonsense change your mood? Do you let a bad driver, rude waiter, curt boss, or an insensitive employee ruin your day? Unless you’re the Terminator, you’re probably set back on your heels. However, the mark of your success is how quickly you can refocus on what’s important in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixteen years ago I learned this lesson. And I learned it in the back of a New York City taxi cab. Here’s what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hopped in a taxi, and we took off for Grand Central Station. We were driving in the right lane when all of a sudden, a black car jumped out of a parking space right in front of us. My taxi driver slammed on his brakes, the car skidded, the tires squealed, and at the very last moment our car stopped just one inch from the other car’s back-end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t believe it. But then I couldn’t believe what happened next. The driver of the other car, the guy who almost caused a big accident, whipped his head around and he started yelling bad words at us. How do I know? Ask any New Yorker, some words in New York come with a special face. And he even threw in a one finger salute! I couldn’t believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then here’s what really blew me away. My taxi driver just smiled and waved at the guy. And I mean, he was friendly. So, I said, “Why did you just do that!? This guy could have killed us!” And this is when my taxi driver told me what I now call, “The Law of the Garbage Truck™.” He said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they look for a place to dump it. And if you let them, they’ll dump it on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when someone wants to dump on you, don’t take it personally. Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. Believe me. You’ll be happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started thinking, how often do I let Garbage Trucks run right over me? And how often do I take their garbage and spread it to other people at work, at home, or on the street? It was then that I said, “I don’t want their garbage and I’m not going to spread it anymore.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to see Garbage Trucks. Like in the movie “The Sixth Sense,” the little boy said, “I see Dead People.” Well now “I see Garbage Trucks.” I see the load they’re carrying. I see them coming to dump it. And like my taxi driver, I don’t take it personally; I just smile, wave, wish them well, and I move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite football players of all time was Walter Payton. Every day on the football field, after being tackled, he would jump up as quickly as he hit the ground. He never dwelled on a hit. Payton was ready to make the next play his best. Over the years the best players from around the world in every sport have played this way: Tiger Woods, Nadia Comaneci, Muhammad Ali, Bjorn Borg, Chris Evert, Michael Jordan, Jackie Robinson, and Pele are just some of those players. And the most inspiring leaders have lived this way: Nelson Mandela, Mother Theresa, Ghandi, and Martin Luther King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, Roy Baumeister, a psychology researcher from the University of Florida, found in his extensive research that you remember bad things more often than good things in your life. You store the bad memories more easily, and you recall them more frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the odds are against you when a Garbage Truck comes your way. But when you follow The Law of the Garbage Truck™, you take back control of your life. You make room for the good by letting go of the bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best leaders know that they have to be ready for their next meeting. The best sales people know that they have to be ready for their next client. And the best parents know that they have to be ready to welcome their children home from school with hugs and kisses, no matter how many garbage trucks they might have faced that day. All of us know that we have to be fully present, and at our best for the people we care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is that successful people do not let Garbage Trucks take over their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you? What would happen in your life, starting today, if you let more garbage trucks pass you by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s my bet: You’ll be happier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617157762112885853-881779839352031524?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/881779839352031524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=881779839352031524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/881779839352031524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/881779839352031524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2009/08/law-of-garbage-truck.html' title='The Law of The Garbage Truck'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-1882345451462760899</id><published>2009-08-27T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T20:37:12.317+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Great Office Signs</title><content type='html'>Sign over a Gynecologist's Office:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dr. Jones, at your cervix."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Podiatrist's office:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time wounds all heels."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Septic Tank Truck:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's Meals on Wheels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Plumber's truck:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We repair what your husband fixed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another Plumber's truck:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't sleep with a drip. Call your plumber."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Church's Bill board:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"7 days without God makes one weak."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a Tire Store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Invite us to your next blowout."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an Electrician's truck:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let us remove your shorts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Non-smoking Area:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If we see smoke, we will assume you are on fire and take appropriate action."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Maternity Room door:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Push. Push. Push."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At an Optometrist's Office:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you don't see what you're looking for, you've come to the right place."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Taxidermist's window:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We really know our stuff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Fence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Salesmen welcome! Dog food is expensive!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a Car Dealership:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The best way to get back on your feet - miss a car payment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside a Car Exhaust Store:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No appointment necessary. We hear you coming."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Vets waiting room:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be back in 5 minutes. Sit! Stay!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Restaurant window:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't stand there and be hungry; come on in and get fed up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the front yard of a Funeral Home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Drive carefully. We'll wait."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RADIATOR SHOP:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Best place in town to take a leak."&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/3617157762112885853-1882345451462760899?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/1882345451462760899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=1882345451462760899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/1882345451462760899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/1882345451462760899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2009/08/great-office-signs.html' title='Great Office Signs'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-4534340730892007152</id><published>2009-08-25T05:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T06:00:38.114+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicken Soup'/><title type='text'>One Bedroom Apartment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As the dream of most parents I had acquired a degree in Software Engineering and joined a company based in USA, the land of braves and opportunity. When I arrived in the USA, it was as if a dream had come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here at last I was in the place where I want to be. I decided I would be staying in this country for about Five years in which time I would have earned enough money to settle down in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father was a government employee and after his retirement, the only asset he could acquire was a decent one bedroom apt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to do some thing more than him. I started feeling homesick and lonely as the time passed. I used to call home and speak to my parents every week using cheap international phone cards. Two years passed, two years of fast food at McDonald's and pizzas and 2 years watching the foreign exchange rate getting happy whenever the Rupee value went down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I decided to get married. Told my parents that I have only 10 days of holidays and everything must be done within these 10 days. I got my ticket booked in the cheapest flight.&lt;br /&gt;Was jubilant and was actually enjoying hopping for gifts for all my friends back home. If I miss anyone then there will be talks. After reaching home I spent home one week going through all the photographs of girls and as the time was getting shorter I was forced to select one candidate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In-laws told me, to my surprise, that I would have to get married in 2-3 days, as I will not get anymore holidays. After the marriage, it was time to return to USA, after giving some money to my parents and telling the neighbors to look after them, we returned to USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife enjoyed this country for about two months and then she started feeling lonely. The frequency of calling India increased to twice in a week sometimes 3 times a week. Our savings started diminishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two more years we started to have kids. Two lovely kids, a boy and a girl, were gifted to us by the almighty. Every time I spoke to my parents, they asked me to come to India so that they can see their grand-children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year I decide to go to India... But part work part monetary onditions prevented it. Years went by and visiting India was a distant dream. Then suddenly one day I got a message that my parents were seriously sick. I tried but I couldn't get any holidays and thus could not go to India ... The next message I got was my parents had passed away and as there was no one to do the last rights the society members had done whatever they could. I was depressed. My parents had passed away without seeing their grand children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After couple more years passed away, much to my children's dislike and my wife's joy we returned to India to settle down. I started to look for a suitable property, but to my dismay my savings were short and the property prices had gone up during all these years. I had to return to the USA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife refused to come back with me and my children refused to stay in India... My 2 children and I returned to USA after promising my wife I would be back for good after two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed by, my daughter decided to get married to an American and my son was happy living in USA... I decided that had enough and wound-up every thing and returned to India... I had just enough money to buy a decent 02 bedroom APT in a well-developed locality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am 60 years old and the only time I go out of the APT is for the routine visit to the nearby temple. My faithful wife has also left me and gone to the holy abode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I wondered was it worth all this?&lt;br /&gt;My father, even after staying in India,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a house to his name and I too have the same nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my parents and children for just ONE EXTRA BEDROOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking out from the window I see a lot of children dancing.&lt;br /&gt;This damned cable TV has spoiled our new generation and these children are losing their values and culture because of it. I get occasional cards from my children asking I am alright. Well at least they remember me.&lt;br /&gt;Now perhaps after I die it will be the neighbors again who will be performing my last rights, God Bless them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the question still remains 'was all this worth it?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still searching for an answer...... ......... ..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;START THINKING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS IT JUST FOR ONE EXTRA BEDROOM???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE IS BEYOND THIS.....DON' T JUST LEAVE YOUR LIFE........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;START LIVING IT ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIVE IT AS YOU WANT IT TO BE .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mohit Rajvanshi&lt;br /&gt;General Manager&lt;br /&gt;Fortuna Impex Pte Ltd.&lt;br /&gt;12 D, Harrington Mansion,&lt;br /&gt;Kolkata 700 071, India &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617157762112885853-4534340730892007152?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/4534340730892007152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=4534340730892007152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/4534340730892007152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/4534340730892007152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-bedroom-apartment.html' title='One Bedroom Apartment'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-2826184447802691821</id><published>2009-08-23T16:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T17:18:09.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivational'/><title type='text'>Shake It Off and Step Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A parable is told of a farmer who owned an old mule. The mule fell into the farmer's well. The farmer heard the mule 'braying' -- or whatever mules do when they fall into wells. After carefully assessing the situation, the farmer felt sorry for the mule, but decided that neither the mule nor the well was worth saving. Instead, he called his neighbors together and told them what had happened and asked them to help haul dirt to bury the old mule in the well and put him out of his misery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Initially, the old mule was hysterical! But as the farmer and his neighbors continued shoveling and the dirt hit his back, a thought struck him. It suddenly dawned on him that every time a shovel load of dirt landed on his back: he should shake it off and step up! This is what the old mule did, blow after blow. "Shake it off and step up... shake it off and step up... shake it off and step up!" he repeated to encourage himself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No matter how painful the blows, or distressing the situation seemed, the old mule fought "panic" and just kept right on shaking it off and stepping up! You guessed it! It wasn't long before the old mule, battered and exhausted, stepped triumphantly over the wall of that well! What seemed like it would bury him, actually end up blessing him. All because of the manner in which he handled his adversity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Luzvimindo Joselito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;EastWest Banking Corporation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;20/F PBCOM Tower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6795 Ayala Avenue cor Herrera &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;St.Salcedo Village, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Makati City1226 Philippines&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617157762112885853-2826184447802691821?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/2826184447802691821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=2826184447802691821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/2826184447802691821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/2826184447802691821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2009/08/shake-it-off-and-step-up.html' title='Shake It Off and Step Up'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-8655860491575536</id><published>2009-08-19T01:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T01:31:10.187+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivational'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>The 100 Euros Cycle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is the month of August, on the shores of the Black Sea. It is raining, and the little town looks totally deserted. It is tough times, everybody is in debt, and everybody lives on credit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Suddenly, a rich tourist comes to town.He enters the only hotel, lays a 100 Euro note on the reception counter, and goes to inspect the rooms upstairs in order to choose one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The hotel proprietor takes the 100 Euro note and runs to pay his debt to the butcher.The butcher takes the 100 Euro note, and runs to pay his debt to the poultry farmer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The poultry farmer takes the 100 Euro note, and runs to pay his debt to the supplier of his feed and fuel.The supplier of feed and fuel takes the 100 Euro note and runs to pay his debt to the town's prostitute that in these hard times, gave her "services" on credit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The hooker runs to the hotel, and pays off her debt with the 100 Euro note to the hotel proprietor to pay for the rooms that she rented when she brought her clients there.The hotel proprietor then lays the 100 Euro note back on the counter so that the rich tourist will not suspect anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At that moment, the tourist comes down after inspecting the rooms, and takes his 100 Euro note, after saying that he did not like any of the rooms, and leaves town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No one earned anything. However, the whole town is now without debt, and looks to the future with a lot of optimism.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how the United States Government is doing business today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617157762112885853-8655860491575536?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/8655860491575536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=8655860491575536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/8655860491575536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/8655860491575536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2009/08/100-euros-cycle.html' title='The 100 Euros Cycle'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-358080821914753825</id><published>2009-08-13T00:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T01:12:23.001+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Dilbert One Liner's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/images/331285/0_61_121907_dilbert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.foxnews.com/images/331285/0_61_121907_dilbert.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://jmtskyviews.com/catalog/images/dilbert.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.I say no to alcohol, it just doesn't listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.A friend in need is a pest indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Marriage is one of the chief causes of divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Work is fine if it doesn't take too much of your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.When everything comes in your way you're in the wrong lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.The light at the end of the tunnel may be an incoming train..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Born free, taxed to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Everyone has a photographic memory, some just don't have film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Life is unsure; always eat your dessert first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Smile, it makes people wonder what you are thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.It's not hard to meet expenses, they are everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.I love being a writer......what I can't stand is the paperwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.A printer consists of 3 main parts: the case, the jammed paper tray and the blinking red light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.The guy who invented the first wheel was an idiot. The guy who invented the other three, he was the genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.The trouble with being punctual is that no one is there to appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.In a country of free speech, why are there phone bills?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.If you cannot change your mind, are you sure you have one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.Beat the 5 O'clock rush, leave work at noon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.If you can't convince them, confuse them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.It's not the fall that kills you. It's the sudden stop at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.I couldn't repair your brakes, so I made your horn louder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.Hot glass looks same as cold glass. - Cunino's Law of Burnt Fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.The cigarette does the smoking you are just the sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.Someday is not a day of the week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.Whenever I find the key to success, someone changes the lock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.To err is human; to forgive is not a Company policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.The road to success......Is always under construction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.Alcohol doesn't solve any problems, but if you think again, neither does Milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.In order to get a Loan, you first need to prove that you don't need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's the best of the lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.All the desirable things in life are either illegal, expensive, fattening or in love with someone else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3617157762112885853-358080821914753825?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/358080821914753825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=358080821914753825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/358080821914753825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/358080821914753825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2009/08/dilbert-one-liners.html' title='Dilbert One Liner&apos;s'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-2134097416950107180</id><published>2009-08-13T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T00:47:44.728+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivational'/><title type='text'>The Japanese Fresh Fish Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Japanese have always loved fresh fish. But the water close to Japan has not held many fish for decades. So to feed the Japanese population, fishing boats got bigger and went farther than ever. The farther the fishermen went, the longer it took to bring the fish. If the return trip took more time, the fish were not fresh. To solve this problem, fish companies installed freezers on their boats. They would catch the fish and freeze them at sea. Freezers allowed the boats to go farther and stay longer. However, the Japanese could taste the difference between fresh and frozen fish. And they did not like the taste of frozen fish. The frozen fish brought a lower price. So, fishing companies installed fish tanks. They would catch the fish and stuff them in the tanks, fin to fin. After a little thrashing around, they were tired, dull, and lost their fresh-fish taste. The fishing industry faced an impending crisis!&lt;br /&gt;But today, they get fresh-tasting fish to Japan .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did they manage? To keep the fish tasting fresh, the Japanese fishing companies still put the fish in the tanks but with a small shark. The fish are challenged and hence are constantly on the move. The challenge they face keeps them alive and fresh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you realized that some of us are also living in a pond but most of the time tired and dull? Basically in our lives, sharks are new challenges to keep us active. If you are steadily conquering challenges, you are happy. Your challenges keep you energized. Don't create success and revel in it in a state of inertia. You have the resources, skills and abilities to make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a Risk, take a chance. Put a shark in your tank and see how far you can really go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maryellen Rubio&lt;br /&gt;Página de Codner.&amp;amp; co.&lt;br /&gt;Bouchard Plaza Building&lt;br /&gt;Bouchard 557/599 - 20th floor&lt;br /&gt;Buenos Aires C1106ABG, Argentina&lt;br /&gt;Main Tel: +54 (11) 4850 1255&lt;br /&gt;Main Fax: +54 (11) 4850 1251 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617157762112885853-2134097416950107180?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/2134097416950107180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=2134097416950107180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/2134097416950107180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/2134097416950107180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2009/08/japanese-fresh-fish-story.html' title='The Japanese Fresh Fish Story'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-8891881867009289278</id><published>2009-08-11T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T23:19:13.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Husband Mart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A store that sells husbands has just opened in Ottawa where a woman may go to choose a husband from among many men. The store is comprised of 6 floors, and the men increase in positive attributes as the shopper ascends the flights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is, however, a catch. As you open the door to any floor you may choose a man from that floor, but if you go up a floor, you cannot go back down except to exit the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a woman goes to the shopping center to find a husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first floor the sign on the door reads: Floor 1 - These men have jobs. The woman reads the sign and says to herself, "Well, that's better than my last boyfriend, but I wonder what's further up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So up she goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second floor sign reads: Floor 2 - These men have jobs and love kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman remarks to herself, "That's great, but I wonder what's further up?" And up she goes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third floor sign reads: Floor 3 - These men have jobs, love kids and are extremely good looking. "Hmmm, better" she says "But I wonder what's upstairs?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth floor sign reads: Floor 4 - These men have jobs, love kids, are extremely good looking and help with the housework. "Wow!" exclaims the woman, "very tempting. BUT, there must be more further up!" And again she heads up another flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fifth floor sign reads: Floor 5 - These men have jobs, love kids, are extremely good looking, help with the housework and have a strong romantic streak. "Oh, mercy me! But just think... what must be awaiting me further on?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So up to the sixth floor she goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sixth floor sign reads: Floor 6 - You are visitor 3,456,789,012 to this floor. There are no men on this floor. This floor exists solely as proof that women are impossible to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for shopping Husband Mart and have a nice day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617157762112885853-8891881867009289278?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/8891881867009289278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=8891881867009289278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/8891881867009289278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/8891881867009289278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2009/08/husband-mart.html' title='Husband Mart'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-7305411089718549775</id><published>2009-08-11T23:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T23:17:12.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scenery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Sixsenses Hideaway Thailand</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="600" height="400" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fccf.frankie%2Falbumid%2F5368721283063667249%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617157762112885853-7305411089718549775?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/7305411089718549775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=7305411089718549775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/7305411089718549775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/7305411089718549775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2009/08/sixsenses-hideaway-thailand.html' title='Sixsenses Hideaway Thailand'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-5429888730493819858</id><published>2009-08-10T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:34:33.406+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivational'/><title type='text'>The Regret City</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had not really planned on taking a trip this time of year, and yet I found myself packing rather hurriedly. This trip was going to be unpleasant and I knew in advance that no real good would come of it. This is my annual "Guilt Trip."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got tickets to fly there on "WISH-I-HAD" airlines. It was an extremely short flight. I got my "baggage," which I could not check. I chose to carry it myself all the way. It was loaded down with a thousand memories of "what might have been." No one greeted me as I entered the terminal to the Regret City International Airport. I say international because people from all over the world come to this dismal town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I checked into the "Last Resort" Hotel, I noticed that they would be hosting the year's most important event -- the annual "Pity Party." I wasn't going to miss that great social occasion. Many of the towns leading citizens would be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, there would be the "Done" family; you know, "Should Have," "Would Have" and "Could Have." Then came the "I Had" family. You probably know old "Wish" and his clan. Of course, the "Opportunities" family; "Missed and Lost," would be present. The biggest family there would be the "Yesterday's. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are far too many of them to count, but each one would have a very sad story to share. Of course, "Shattered Dreams" would surely make and appearance. "It's Their Fault" family would regale us with stories (excuses) about how things had failed in their life. Each story would be loudly applauded by the "Don't Blame Me" and "I Couldn't Help It" committee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a long story short, I went to this depressing party, knowing full well there would be no real benefit in doing so. And, as usual, I became very depressed. But as I thought about all of the stories of failures brought back from the past, it occurred to me that this trip and subsequent "pity parties" COULD be cancelled by ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to realize that I did not have to be there. And I didn't have to be depressed. One thing kept going through my mind, I CAN'T CHANGE YESTERDAY, BUT I DO HAVE THE POWER TO MAKE TODAY A WONDERFUL DAY. I can be happy, joyous, fulfilled, encouraged, as well as being encouraging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing this, I left Regret City immediately, and didn't leave a forwarding address. Am I sorry for mistakes I've made in the past? YES! But there is no way to undo them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you're planning a trip back to Regret City, please cancel all those reservations now. Instead, take a trip to a nice place called: "Starting Again." I like it so much that I made it my permanent residence. My neighbors, the "Been Forgiven" and the "We're Saved" are so very helpful. By the way, you don't have to carry around the heavy baggage anymore either. That load is lifted from your shoulders upon arrival. But don't take my word for it, find out for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bik Wing Chung&lt;br /&gt;Honey Packing Co Ltd&lt;br /&gt;Unit 907, Yue Fung Industrial Building,&lt;br /&gt;No.35-45 Chai Wan Kok Street,&lt;br /&gt;Tsuen Wan, Hong Kong&lt;br /&gt;Tel: +852 2412 5018&lt;br /&gt;Fax: +852 2414 6188&lt;br /&gt;Email: jennybwc@yahoo. com.hk&lt;br /&gt;www.honeypacking. com &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617157762112885853-5429888730493819858?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/5429888730493819858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=5429888730493819858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/5429888730493819858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/5429888730493819858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2009/08/regret-city.html' title='The Regret City'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3617157762112885853.post-2775954217455042535</id><published>2009-08-10T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T22:39:45.665+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introduction'/><title type='text'>Welcoming Post</title><content type='html'>I've just created my 2nd blog page. I've named it as &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Zenith in Zephyr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So for those of you who happen to visit this page, this is just a compilation of forwarded e-mails and internet articles which catches my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3617157762112885853-2775954217455042535?l=zenzephyr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/feeds/2775954217455042535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3617157762112885853&amp;postID=2775954217455042535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/2775954217455042535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3617157762112885853/posts/default/2775954217455042535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenzephyr.blogspot.com/2009/08/welcoming-post.html' title='Welcoming Post'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08423367074530357433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bAQtHIWw6Cc/Sw9xd6m3AyI/AAAAAAAAA_s/vtliOB1MOPk/S220/CSC_1869.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
