<?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-31534281</id><updated>2012-01-31T15:23:57.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Ginger's Sketch of Life        珂琳随笔</title><subtitle type='html'>All the art of living is lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pink ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498543530184754620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31534281.post-5065349626237758507</id><published>2008-07-26T01:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:03:09.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiest Nations In The World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/SIoS-uEs8cI/AAAAAAAAAZw/k5SLDzQIrnI/s1600-h/world+map+of+happiness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/SIoS-uEs8cI/AAAAAAAAAZw/k5SLDzQIrnI/s400/world+map+of+happiness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227011186245824962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just read this on the BBC website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The 20 happiest nations in the world are :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Denmark&lt;br /&gt;2 - Switzerland&lt;br /&gt;3 - Austria&lt;br /&gt;4 - Iceland&lt;br /&gt;5 - The Bahamas&lt;br /&gt;6 - Finland&lt;br /&gt;7 - Sweden&lt;br /&gt;8 - Bhutan&lt;br /&gt;9 - Brunei&lt;br /&gt;10 - Canada&lt;br /&gt;11 - Ireland&lt;br /&gt;12 - Luxembourg&lt;br /&gt;13 - Costa Rica&lt;br /&gt;14 - Malta&lt;br /&gt;15 - The Netherlands&lt;br /&gt;16 - Antigua and Barbuda&lt;br /&gt;17 - Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;18 - New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;19 - Norway&lt;br /&gt;20 - The Seychelles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Other notable results include:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 - USA&lt;br /&gt;35 - Germany&lt;br /&gt;41 - UK&lt;br /&gt;62 - France&lt;br /&gt;82 - China&lt;br /&gt;90 - Japan&lt;br /&gt;125 - India&lt;br /&gt;167 - Russia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The three &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;least happy countries&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; were:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;176 - Democratic Republic of the Congo&lt;br /&gt;177 - Zimbabwe&lt;br /&gt;178 - Burundi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31534281-5065349626237758507?l=pink-ginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/feeds/5065349626237758507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31534281&amp;postID=5065349626237758507' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/5065349626237758507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/5065349626237758507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/2008/07/happiest-nations-in-world_26.html' title='Happiest Nations In The World'/><author><name>pink ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498543530184754620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/SIoS-uEs8cI/AAAAAAAAAZw/k5SLDzQIrnI/s72-c/world+map+of+happiness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31534281.post-3573963765705152674</id><published>2008-04-21T00:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:03:10.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chilled Soba</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/SAtxn-jqZXI/AAAAAAAAAZg/_EPeCn2TKwc/s1600-h/plain+soba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 223px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/SAtxn-jqZXI/AAAAAAAAAZg/_EPeCn2TKwc/s320/plain+soba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191367927096042866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The busy and hectic life style in this city gives us very little time to cook at home. We eat out most of the time, tired with those oily and unhealthy meals in the food courts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we decided to prepare a very simple lunch for the weekend - Chilled Soba with a 'sunny side up'. It's plain but it tasted so nice and we really enjoyed this simple lunch that we've prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just wonderful having a 'luxury' to enjoy a simply home cooked meal at home on the weekend, especially with the love ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31534281-3573963765705152674?l=pink-ginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/feeds/3573963765705152674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31534281&amp;postID=3573963765705152674' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/3573963765705152674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/3573963765705152674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/2008/04/chilled-soba.html' title='Chilled Soba'/><author><name>pink ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498543530184754620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/SAtxn-jqZXI/AAAAAAAAAZg/_EPeCn2TKwc/s72-c/plain+soba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31534281.post-6211590445807793166</id><published>2008-03-05T00:14:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:03:10.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roses - That's All She Wants.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I read this interesting article from today's news. This article may let you realize how much woman likes flowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Iranian wife must felt disappointed when her husband didn't buy her flowers on their wedding's day,  just like a lady looking forward to receive flowers from their lover on Valentine's day but didn't get it, truly disappointed !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending of this article makes me smile... It might be ridiculous, but she deserved for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/R813jdcqt8I/AAAAAAAAAN4/Wvay42kmFgU/s1600-h/roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/R813jdcqt8I/AAAAAAAAAN4/Wvay42kmFgU/s200/roses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173922998002563010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="hdr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World News //&lt;/span&gt; Tuesday, March 4, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Iranian Wife Comes Up Roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/R813jdcqt8I/AAAAAAAAAN4/Wvay42kmFgU/s1600-h/roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;TEHRAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; — An Iranian court has ordered a man to buy his wife 124,000 roses after she filed a complaint against her "stingy" husband to claim her dowry, a press report said yesterday.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"After 10 years of marriage Hengameh had decided to claim her dowry of 124,000 red roses to punish her very stingy husband," the Etemad newspaper said.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"Shortly after marriage I realised that Shahin was very cheap. He even refused to pay for my coffee if we went to a cafe or restaurant," said the woman, identified only by her first name Hengameh.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;But Shahin told the court he could only afford five roses a day and complained that it was "her billionaire friends who had put such ideas in her head".&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The court has seized his apartment worth 600 million rials ($89,000) until he buys her the entire 124,000 roses. A long-stemmed red rose costs 20,000 rials ($3) in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Tehran&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Under Iranian law, a woman can claim her dowry or mahr, which is a gift pledged by the man at the time of marriage, at any time during married life or when getting a divorce.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;— AFP &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31534281-6211590445807793166?l=pink-ginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/feeds/6211590445807793166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31534281&amp;postID=6211590445807793166' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/6211590445807793166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/6211590445807793166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/2008/03/roses-thats-all-she-wants.html' title='Roses - That&apos;s All She Wants.'/><author><name>pink ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498543530184754620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/R813jdcqt8I/AAAAAAAAAN4/Wvay42kmFgU/s72-c/roses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31534281.post-6623547148778927307</id><published>2007-12-13T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:03:11.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hand In Hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/R2AUUy5-P2I/AAAAAAAAANY/IkU3hXF6A9E/s1600-h/ballet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/R2AUUy5-P2I/AAAAAAAAANY/IkU3hXF6A9E/s200/ballet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143133121951973218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one of the best clip I've seen on YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;I embraced the perfection on imperfection. It is not the technique that matters but it was the spirit and faith in both of them that shine through.&lt;br /&gt;It's Amazingly beautiful and inspiring !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LnLVRQCjh8c"&gt;Ballet - Hand In Hand&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/31534281-6623547148778927307?l=pink-ginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/feeds/6623547148778927307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31534281&amp;postID=6623547148778927307' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/6623547148778927307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/6623547148778927307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/2007/12/hand-in-hand.html' title='Hand In Hand'/><author><name>pink ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498543530184754620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/R2AUUy5-P2I/AAAAAAAAANY/IkU3hXF6A9E/s72-c/ballet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31534281.post-973131797808351890</id><published>2007-11-04T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:03:12.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep On A Problem</title><content type='html'>"Never go to bed angry" is one of the classic rule for many people. We're trained to talk, talk it out when there's a tension in the air because we want a resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I tend to look at things from a broader prespective, after reading this article - by &lt;a href="http://www.susanpiver.com./"&gt;Susan Piver&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/Ryyi6VgD5UI/AAAAAAAAAMg/vUEDE2rc2I0/s1600-h/mapel+autumn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/Ryyi6VgD5UI/AAAAAAAAAMg/vUEDE2rc2I0/s200/mapel+autumn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128653198755882306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heat of the moment discussions can spiral out of control quickly. "When you force an issue, you blab without having thought out what you need to say, which increases the chance that you'll both blurt out things you'll regret later" says Piver. And that's doubly true if you're tired. Sleeping on it first allows you to sort out what points are truly important. It also lets you decompress so that you'll be calmer and more rational when you make your case.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just say, "I'm irritated and need time away." It can be smart to acquiesce if he's asking for a recess, too. Instead of insisting that you hash it out at that moment, schedule a time to readdress the issue. Saying "Let's talk about this tomorrow after work" makes it clear that you intend to revisit the conversation... and that he's / she's not off the hook.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most arguments lose their bite if you take some time out to think them through. says Piver. "The next day, you'll be able to talk about it without so much anger. And you fight, and move on without discussing it to death."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31534281-973131797808351890?l=pink-ginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/feeds/973131797808351890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31534281&amp;postID=973131797808351890' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/973131797808351890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/973131797808351890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/2007/11/sleep-on-problem.html' title='Sleep On A Problem'/><author><name>pink ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498543530184754620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/Ryyi6VgD5UI/AAAAAAAAAMg/vUEDE2rc2I0/s72-c/mapel+autumn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31534281.post-5272024858494757125</id><published>2007-10-25T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:03:12.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matt Tagged Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/RyCBWlgD5OI/AAAAAAAAALw/p5Xu0e2a07c/s1600-h/New+Picture.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125238600971314402" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/RyCBWlgD5OI/AAAAAAAAALw/p5Xu0e2a07c/s200/New+Picture.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been tagged by &lt;a href="http://sharecompassion.blogspot.com/"&gt;Matt&lt;/a&gt; recently. Here is the 8 things about me and my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I'm always interested to learn / discover new things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I wish to live in a country with the 4 seasons and to plant Tulips in my garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I love travelling, backpacking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. One of the most beautiful thing in the world to me is to see an old couple still holding hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I don't like to use the chopsticks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I have a difficulty to handle most of the Gadgets and often under utilize the good functions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I am a 'heart person'. My mind will listen when my heart speaks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Violin is part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm going to tag You :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogmyruns.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bob Gentile - Live, Love &amp;amp; Laugh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://peter-olson.blogspot.com/"&gt;Peter - PHO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cynicalbstd.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jay - Cinical Bastard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://openwindowb4us.blogspot.com/"&gt;TopCat - Open Window&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://evolvesmb.blogspot.com/"&gt;Krystyna - Evolving your Spirit, Mind, Body&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesfrombrazil.blogspot.com/"&gt;L.S.Alves - Stories From Brazil&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://g-man-mrknowitall.blogspot.com/"&gt;Galen - Mr.Know It All&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mminzes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mike's Homefront&lt;/a&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/31534281-5272024858494757125?l=pink-ginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/feeds/5272024858494757125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31534281&amp;postID=5272024858494757125' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/5272024858494757125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/5272024858494757125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/2007/10/matt-tagged-me.html' title='Matt Tagged Me'/><author><name>pink ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498543530184754620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/RyCBWlgD5OI/AAAAAAAAALw/p5Xu0e2a07c/s72-c/New+Picture.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31534281.post-3661193240374803032</id><published>2007-10-03T01:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:03:13.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Pleasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/RwJ-utpOLOI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Fd5V5TFZ6kk/s1600-h/Cats-Pet-Print-C10036502.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/RwJ-utpOLOI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Fd5V5TFZ6kk/s320/Cats-Pet-Print-C10036502.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116791467637877986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I thought I'd share with you a few of my favorite things that bring me pleasure and you might find one or two new ideas that could bring you a little happiness, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here are some of the things I do that bring pleasure to life: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;* Prepare myself a candle light dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;* Lying on the couch in a quite evening and listen to ‘Canon in D’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;* Eat my favorite desserts without counting the calories, I will pay back the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;* Put a few drops of valerian essential oil on my pillow at bedtime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;* Playing my violin without looking at the pieces. No rules, no stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;* Catch the first tee-off in time, enjoy the game, love the smell of the grasses early in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;* Stay up late chatting with friends online on any topics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;* Give myself a manicure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;* Spend an afternoon at the book store and get lost in an interesting good book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;* Blogging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;These small acts of pleasure can easily fit into a busy day. The kind of things that add joy to your day or calm your mind when things get crazy... I think I'm OK sticking with my little pleasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31534281-3661193240374803032?l=pink-ginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/feeds/3661193240374803032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31534281&amp;postID=3661193240374803032' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/3661193240374803032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/3661193240374803032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-little-pleasure.html' title='My Little Pleasure'/><author><name>pink ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498543530184754620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/RwJ-utpOLOI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Fd5V5TFZ6kk/s72-c/Cats-Pet-Print-C10036502.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31534281.post-8566038739594966140</id><published>2007-09-05T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:03:13.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Sandals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sometimes life has to be a bit sloppy, especially after five days of  dressing up for the office.  On weekends I just have to let my hair down.  I have my eyes set on getting myself a pair of 'hi-tech' sandals to complement the rest of my sloppiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot decide on these three pairs; they are all so so nice.  And of course, I don't get paid enough to buy all three pairs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Which pair do you think is the nicest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/Rt7BXx0nN4I/AAAAAAAAAHE/e0ZG5INwMH8/s1600-h/florida+sun+flowers+creaml.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/Rt7BXx0nN4I/AAAAAAAAAHE/e0ZG5INwMH8/s400/florida+sun+flowers+creaml.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106731641739884418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Florida Sun Flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/Rt7B-B0nN5I/AAAAAAAAAHM/9asi0amV8NM/s1600-h/sydney+antique+cream.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 177px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/Rt7B-B0nN5I/AAAAAAAAAHM/9asi0amV8NM/s400/sydney+antique+cream.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106732298869880722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sydney Antique Cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/Rt7CLB0nN6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/LYZx6cmuVQ4/s1600-h/tabora+rain+of+flowers.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 172px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/Rt7CLB0nN6I/AAAAAAAAAHU/LYZx6cmuVQ4/s400/tabora+rain+of+flowers.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106732522208180130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tabora Rain Flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31534281-8566038739594966140?l=pink-ginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/feeds/8566038739594966140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31534281&amp;postID=8566038739594966140' title='48 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/8566038739594966140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/8566038739594966140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/2007/09/weekend-sandals.html' title='Weekend Sandals'/><author><name>pink ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498543530184754620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/Rt7BXx0nN4I/AAAAAAAAAHE/e0ZG5INwMH8/s72-c/florida+sun+flowers+creaml.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>48</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31534281.post-2380037152350323113</id><published>2007-08-20T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T11:07:07.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancer Cells In The Body</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;1. Every person has cancer cells in the body. These cancer cells do not show up in the standard tests until they have multiplied to a few billion. When doctors tell cancer patients that there are no more cancer cells in their bodies after treatment, it just means the tests are unable to detect the cancer cells because they have not reached the detectable size.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;2. Cancer cells occur between 6 to more than 10 times in a person's lifetime. When the person's immune system is strong the cancer cells will be destroyed and prevented from multiplying and forming tumors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;3. When a person has cancer it indicates the person has multiple nutritional deficiencies. These could be due to genetic, environmental, food and lifestyle factors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; To overcome the multiple nutritional deficiencies, changing diet and including supplements will strengthen the immune system. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;4. Chemotherapy involves poisoning the rapidly-growing cancer  cells and also destroys rapidly-growing healthy cells in the  bone marrow, gastro-intestinal tract etc, and can cause organ damage like liver, kidneys, heart, lungs etc.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;5. Initial treatment with chemotherapy and radiation will often reduce tumor size. However prolonged use of chemotherapy and radiation do not result in more tumor destruction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; When the body has too much toxic burden from chemotherapy and radiation the immune system is either compromised or destroyed, hence the person can succumb to various kinds of infections and complications.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;6. An effective way to battle cancer is to starve the cancer cells by not feeding it with the foods it needs to multiply. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;CANCER CELLS FEED ON :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;a) Sugar is a cancer-feeder. By cutting off sugar it cuts off one important food supply to the cancer cells. Sugar substitutes like NutraSweet, Equal, Spoonful, etc are made with Aspartame and it is harmful. A better natural substitute would be honey or molasses but only in very small amounts. Table salt has a chemical added to make it white in color. Better alternative is Bragg's amino or sea salt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;b) Milk causes the body to produce mucus, especially in the gastro-intestinal tract. Cancer feeds on mucus. By cutting off milk and substituting with unsweetened Soya milk cancer cells  are being starved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;c) Cancer cells thrive in an acid environment. A meat-based diet is acidic and it is best to eat fish, and a little chicken rather than beef or pork. Meat also contains livestock antibiotics, growth hormones and parasites, which are all harmful, especially to people with cancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Meat protein is difficult to digest and requires a lot of digestive enzymes. Undigested meat remaining in the intestines become putrefied and leads to more toxic build-up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; Cancer cell walls have a tough protein covering. By refraining from or eating less meat it frees more enzymes to   attack the protein walls of cancer cells and allows the body's killer cells to destroy the cancer cells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;d) A diet made of 80% fresh vegetables and juice, whole grains, seeds, nuts and a little fruits help put the body into an alkaline environment. About 20% can be from cooked food including beans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Fresh vegetable juices provide live enzymes that are easily absorbed and reach down to cellular levels within 15 minutes to nourish and enhance growth of healthy cells. To obtain live enzymes for building healthy cells try and drink fresh vegetable juice (most vegetables including bean sprouts) and eat some raw vegetables 2 or 3 times a day. Enzymes are destroyed at temperatures of 104 degrees F (40 degrees C).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;e) Avoid coffee, tea, and chocolate, which have high caffeine. Green tea is a better alternative and has cancer-fighting properties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Cancer is a disease of the mind, body, and spirit. A proactive and positive spirit will help the cancer warrior be a survivor. Anger, un-forgiveness and bitterness put the body into a stressful and acidic environment. Learn to have a loving and forgiving spirit. Learn to relax and enjoy life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Exercising daily and deep breathing help to get more oxygen down to the cellular level. Oxygen therapy is another means employed to destroy cancer cells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31534281-2380037152350323113?l=pink-ginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/feeds/2380037152350323113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31534281&amp;postID=2380037152350323113' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/2380037152350323113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/2380037152350323113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/2007/08/cancer-cells-in-body.html' title='Cancer Cells In The Body'/><author><name>pink ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498543530184754620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31534281.post-5743432928772349305</id><published>2007-08-08T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:03:15.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Starbucks Store</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/RrivYVd6y6I/AAAAAAAAAG8/VZxQuPG7YKs/s1600-h/first+starbucks+logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/RrivYVd6y6I/AAAAAAAAAG8/VZxQuPG7YKs/s400/first+starbucks+logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096015810984070050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The first Starbucks was opened in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Seattle&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;’s Pike Place Market in 1971. It’s one of those ‘must see’ while in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Seattle&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Yeah, big deal ! The original Starbucks. A very crowded Starbucks with high tourist traffic, no seats, probably the only store that sells more merchandise than their famous coffee. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The original logo can still be seen on the Starbucks store in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Seattle&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;'s Pike Place Market. Obviously, it is the main attraction of this store and everyone loves the bare chest mermaid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;p/s : &lt;/o:p&gt;There is a &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Piroshky   Place&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt; right next door you should drop by while you're there, you can smell the cinnamon from down the street. Try the beef and mushroom piroshky, you will return for more. I did.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&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/31534281-5743432928772349305?l=pink-ginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/feeds/5743432928772349305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31534281&amp;postID=5743432928772349305' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/5743432928772349305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/5743432928772349305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-starbucks-store.html' title='First Starbucks Store'/><author><name>pink ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498543530184754620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/RrivYVd6y6I/AAAAAAAAAG8/VZxQuPG7YKs/s72-c/first+starbucks+logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31534281.post-1657854457027381594</id><published>2007-07-06T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:03:15.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Ginger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/Ro5Yhkl6BdI/AAAAAAAAAGs/oBjGB7S4k0c/s1600-h/pinkginger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/Ro5Yhkl6BdI/AAAAAAAAAGs/oBjGB7S4k0c/s400/pinkginger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084098363129464274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Beautiful pattern isn't it??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now, Pink Ginger has her own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://halusi.blogspot.com/2007/06/pink-ginger.html"&gt;mathematical pattern&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; (as above) and a beautiful midi composed music - called '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.diary.cadenza.org/azer-mantessa/pink-ginger.htm"&gt;Pink Ginger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Received these precious gifts from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/17341208816535300371"&gt;Azel Mantessa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; - a talented designer &amp;amp; music composer who always let his creativity runs wild.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Visiting Azel's blog is a total refreshing surprise !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Many thanks, Azel, for a great gifts. Your nice gesture makes me feel special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;+ + + + +&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I will be leaving to Canada &amp;amp; USA for a conference and a short vacation. See you in August. I'll be back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy the music of Pink Ginger, by Azel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31534281-1657854457027381594?l=pink-ginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/feeds/1657854457027381594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31534281&amp;postID=1657854457027381594' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/1657854457027381594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/1657854457027381594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/2007/07/pink-ginger.html' title='Pink Ginger'/><author><name>pink ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498543530184754620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/Ro5Yhkl6BdI/AAAAAAAAAGs/oBjGB7S4k0c/s72-c/pinkginger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31534281.post-3573836818992694290</id><published>2007-06-13T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:03:16.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Leader</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I read the following by Mike White - PepsiCo International's Chairman and CEO. White shared what he considers the critical characteristics of good leaders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also see these as a valuable guideline for daily life. We’re the Leader in our own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/Rm7GrVJc7EI/AAAAAAAAAGc/4SqMqJW49Jg/s1600-h/Leadershi.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075212277806591042" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/Rm7GrVJc7EI/AAAAAAAAAGc/4SqMqJW49Jg/s320/Leadershi.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. All good leaders have perspect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ive. They simplify problems, ask the right questions, and balance long and short-term interests. They listen more than they talk. Good leaders "need to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;be able to cut through the clutter and come up with a solution."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Successful leaders turn strategy into results. They face reality and adjust plans to achieve their goals. They motivate people and are decisive, adhering to the 70-30 rule : If you have 70% of the information it's time to make a decision because "if you hold out for the last 30% you're probably toast."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Great leaders have the courage to make changes, even when things are good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4. Effective leaders are self aware and savvy. They know how to read people and they flex their style to achieve results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. True leaders have unshakeable integrity. They set the moral tone and ethical standard of an organization. They ask for help and seek the council of others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6. Proven leaders know how to build strong teams. A leader's ability to recognize potential in others and foster it builds successful organization.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31534281-3573836818992694290?l=pink-ginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/feeds/3573836818992694290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31534281&amp;postID=3573836818992694290' title='48 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/3573836818992694290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/3573836818992694290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/2007/06/leader.html' title='The Leader'/><author><name>pink ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498543530184754620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/Rm7GrVJc7EI/AAAAAAAAAGc/4SqMqJW49Jg/s72-c/Leadershi.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>48</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31534281.post-5160199505985438250</id><published>2007-05-18T00:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:03:16.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sense of Security</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/Rk4GaFLg4AI/AAAAAAAAAF0/pMsp-qVYMPQ/s1600-h/Best-Friends.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/Rk4GaFLg4AI/AAAAAAAAAF0/pMsp-qVYMPQ/s320/Best-Friends.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065993675975221250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sense of security is the comfort zone that keeps us safe and calm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;These are a few things that offer me a little sense of security -  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* To have pillows on both side of me when I sleep, so I wouldn't fall off the bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* To travel with a person who can read map and drive. I can't read map and have no sense of direction, will feel safe and have peace of mind if someone is there to read map on my behalf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* To bring a jacket with me when I watch a horror movie in the cinema. I use it to cover my face whenever a scary scene appears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* To stand beside a man who is 5 feet 10" tall (178cm) with perfect BMI, as I can lean my head on his shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* To have my mobile phone fully charged and bring it with me wherever I go. Sense of security is lost when I leave home without a mobile phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/31534281-5160199505985438250?l=pink-ginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/feeds/5160199505985438250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31534281&amp;postID=5160199505985438250' title='75 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/5160199505985438250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/5160199505985438250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/2007/05/sense-of-security_18.html' title='Sense of Security'/><author><name>pink ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498543530184754620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/Rk4GaFLg4AI/AAAAAAAAAF0/pMsp-qVYMPQ/s72-c/Best-Friends.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>75</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31534281.post-1816622552098583030</id><published>2007-05-03T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:03:17.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun With Fireflies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I think deep down I'm still a child at heart. I had an incredible amount of fun catching fireflies last weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/RjtTyXXGWKI/AAAAAAAAAFY/C19UvLOnKW4/s1600-h/fireflies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/RjtTyXXGWKI/AAAAAAAAAFY/C19UvLOnKW4/s200/fireflies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060730731010349218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We brought an empty jar along the journey and I said : we must fill in the jar with fireflies (like the photo) and to release them in total darkness so that the fireflies will brighten up the skies like a fairytales.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Well, we only caught 6 fireflies at the end... obviously not enough to brighten up the skies, not even a small corner. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; these 6 little angels had already brightened up our day and our hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;We finally released the fireflies in the garden with a smile. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Small pleasure can be an enormous gift of life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31534281-1816622552098583030?l=pink-ginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/feeds/1816622552098583030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31534281&amp;postID=1816622552098583030' title='46 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/1816622552098583030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/1816622552098583030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/2007/05/fun-with-fireflies_9943.html' title='Fun With Fireflies'/><author><name>pink ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498543530184754620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/RjtTyXXGWKI/AAAAAAAAAFY/C19UvLOnKW4/s72-c/fireflies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>46</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31534281.post-4213919415695277205</id><published>2007-04-20T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T20:11:21.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marketing Concept</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A Professor was explaining &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;marketing concepts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;to his students :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1.   You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and say : "I am very  rich. Marry me!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;That's Direct Marketing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2. You're at a party with a bunch of friends and see a gorgeous girl. One of your friends goes up to her and pointing at you says : "He's very rich. Marry him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;That's Advertising.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and get her telephone number. The next day, you call and say : "Hi, I'm very rich. Marry me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;-  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;That's Telemarketing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4. You're at a party and see gorgeous girl. You get up and straighten your tie, you walk up to her and pour her a drink, you open the door of the car for her, pick up her bag after she drops it, offer her a ride and then say : "By the way, I'm rich. Will you marry me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;That's Public  Relations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5.   You're at a party and see gorgeous girl. She walks up to you and says : You  are very rich! Can you marry me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- That's Brand Recognition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and say : "I am very rich. Marry me!" She gives you a nice hard slap on your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- That's  Customer Feedback.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and say : "I am very rich. Marry me!" And she introduces you to her husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- That's Demand and  Supply Gap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and before you say anything, another person comes and tells her : "I'm rich. Will you marry me?" and she goes with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- That's competition eating into your Market share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;9.  You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and before you say :  "I'm rich. Marry me!" your wife arrives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- That's restriction for entering  new markets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;10. You see two gorgeous girls at a party, obviously friends. You go up to one and say, "I'm rich. Marry me." She turns away and you approach her friend with the same proposal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- That's Networking.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: normal;"&gt;( by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: normal;" href="http://lordsoflexicon.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hale Mckay &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: normal;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31534281-4213919415695277205?l=pink-ginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/feeds/4213919415695277205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31534281&amp;postID=4213919415695277205' title='44 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/4213919415695277205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/4213919415695277205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/2007/04/professor-was-explaining-marketing.html' title='Marketing Concept'/><author><name>pink ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498543530184754620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>44</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31534281.post-3037819203004017535</id><published>2007-04-06T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:03:22.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lesson On Mindset.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This game shows us a measurement of how rigid our mindset can be without us realizing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me 20 minutes and am still not able to figure out No.4. I almost faint when I checked the answer. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was done in world record time of 7 second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please share with us what you've learned and your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;+ + + + + +&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/RhX9W99kK6I/AAAAAAAAAEw/-ONdCPdR_8w/s1600-h/mindset+game.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/RhX9W99kK6I/AAAAAAAAAEw/-ONdCPdR_8w/s320/mindset+game.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050221128197614498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;* The fig shows 4 squares - A, B, C &amp;amp; D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;* 1/4 of squares A, B &amp;amp; C is shaded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1.  Divide unshaded portion of 'A' into TWO equal &amp;amp; identical parts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Divide unshaded portion of 'B' into THREE equal &amp;amp; identical parts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Divide unshaded portion of 'C' into FOUR equal &amp;amp; identical parts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4. Divide 'D' into SEVEN equal &amp;amp; identical parts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Are you ready?  click&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://lifestyle.bacarra.biz/images/images/blog-mindset%20game%20-%20answer.JPG"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; for the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/31534281-3037819203004017535?l=pink-ginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/feeds/3037819203004017535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31534281&amp;postID=3037819203004017535' title='45 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/3037819203004017535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/3037819203004017535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/2007/04/lesson-on-mindset_06.html' title='A Lesson On Mindset.'/><author><name>pink ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498543530184754620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/RhX9W99kK6I/AAAAAAAAAEw/-ONdCPdR_8w/s72-c/mindset+game.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>45</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31534281.post-3984830079450278412</id><published>2007-03-26T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:03:23.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music, Lyrics &amp; Hugh Grant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/RgauIqO3qlI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8JwdswDmqi8/s1600-h/musicandlyrics_posterbig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/RgauIqO3qlI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8JwdswDmqi8/s320/musicandlyrics_posterbig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045911896314063442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Went to watch “music &amp;amp; lyrics” with a nice friend who don’t really like Hugh Grant. When I keep praising Hugh Grant before the show started, he gave me a so evil yet so funny look in his eyes. ^-^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hugh Grant is not the best actor, not the most talented and handsome one, however, he has a charm and character that will caught my attention all the time. His dialogue in a movie will always be witty and intelligent. He fits perfectly in a romantic comedy with his style of humor. His wrinkles on his face is the sexiest and irresistible attraction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: left;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Hugh Grant really surprised me with his rather amusing and a pretty good voice. He sings, he dances, he cracks me up both in his acting &amp;amp; singing in this movie. My favorite track is “Don’t Write Me Off”. It shows off his talent in singing and piano.  Watch now : &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2dYc3PblZR8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2dYc3PblZR8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: left;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;‘Music &amp;amp; Lyrics’ is a feel good movie; it is an unusually witty and intelligent romantic comedy (because &lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/music_and_lyrics/"&gt;Rotten Tomatoes&lt;/a&gt; said so).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The catchy songs and a good story line makes us smile, we really enjoyed it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: left;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I asked my friend again after the movie : “Do you like Hugh Grant slightly more now?” His answer was : “well.. I do like Hugh Grant, just not as crazy as you. I never say he is bad, he is a good actor though.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hee..hee.. did I hear it wrongly? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: left;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What a wonderful way to spend a weekend with a good movie, good music, good acting and most importantly, a great company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31534281-3984830079450278412?l=pink-ginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/feeds/3984830079450278412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31534281&amp;postID=3984830079450278412' title='51 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/3984830079450278412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/3984830079450278412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/2007/03/music-lyrics.html' title='Music, Lyrics &amp; Hugh Grant'/><author><name>pink ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498543530184754620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/RgauIqO3qlI/AAAAAAAAAEE/8JwdswDmqi8/s72-c/musicandlyrics_posterbig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>51</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31534281.post-1708736383830124845</id><published>2007-03-20T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:03:24.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colors Don't Lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/Rf90pKO3qXI/AAAAAAAAACY/v1iwYYKFCWQ/s1600-h/colors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043878358148426098" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/Rf90pKO3qXI/AAAAAAAAACY/v1iwYYKFCWQ/s400/colors.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Colour psychology has time and again proved that colours don't just add a fun element to our lives, but also add new dimensions to it. While our body language can speak about our behavioural patterns, the colours we sport can definitely tell us a lot about our emotional life and how highly we rate as a romantic partner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- The Economic Times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's your turn to reveal you true color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;If I could only choose one color, it is PINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://economictimes.indiatimes.com/quickies/msid-1538877.cms"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.colors don't lie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&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/31534281-1708736383830124845?l=pink-ginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/feeds/1708736383830124845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31534281&amp;postID=1708736383830124845' title='48 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/1708736383830124845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/1708736383830124845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/2007/03/colors-dont-lie.html' title='Colors Don&apos;t Lie'/><author><name>pink ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498543530184754620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/Rf90pKO3qXI/AAAAAAAAACY/v1iwYYKFCWQ/s72-c/colors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>48</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31534281.post-6612647247852287831</id><published>2007-03-13T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:03:24.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Courageous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I would like to introduce you a friend - Zip. The gentleman I had lunch with, in my last post.&lt;br /&gt;This post was written by Zip. I've invited him to reply to your comments. – pink ginger.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/RfbDZWzIM_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/F8tVDnYEmcI/s1600-h/Courage-kw.jpeg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041431673272022002" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/RfbDZWzIM_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/F8tVDnYEmcI/s320/Courage-kw.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I wish to thank pink-ginger for sharing what she thought of that encounter. I must admit, I didn't really know how to respond to the blog after reading it. I allowed too many considerations stop me from saying thank you and acknowledging her for her kind words; considerations that I assure you are mostly imaginary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Too often and too easily I allow considerations stop me from doing what will give me access to a more enriched life. Concerns about being rejected and therefore missing out opportunities to meet new people; concerns about sounding silly by asking an important question during lecture and therefore missing out on having an answer right then; concerns about my future and if I can support all my financial commitments if I just quit my current job and go free-lance – maybe I'll make tons of money as a free-lancer, who knows?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But I suspect that is such how many of us go through life that – pre-wired to survive this world. Too many knocks and disappointments and we condition ourselves to survive and avoid them as much as we can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So my sense of being courageous was renewed after reading pink-ginger's blog. She reminded me that being courageous is not necessarily about 'pump-up the adrenaline, pick-up the guts and charge forward and worry about consequences later'. But it's about not giving up acting; it's about being in action and not letting our considerations stop us. Pink-ginger, thanks for your contribution!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&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/31534281-6612647247852287831?l=pink-ginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/feeds/6612647247852287831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31534281&amp;postID=6612647247852287831' title='45 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/6612647247852287831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/6612647247852287831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/2007/03/being-courageous.html' title='Being Courageous'/><author><name>pink ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498543530184754620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/RfbDZWzIM_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/F8tVDnYEmcI/s72-c/Courage-kw.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>45</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31534281.post-1437930034036029326</id><published>2007-03-03T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:03:24.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Things That Make Me Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/RekvCnuebfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Wu-N7FMmasQ/s1600-h/smiling+sun1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037609380260769266" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/RekvCnuebfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Wu-N7FMmasQ/s200/smiling+sun1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I was invited to lunch with a friend recently. It was our first lunch together. His office was just&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;across the road directly opposite my office, about 80 meters away. He suggested a restaurant behind his office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That was a very casual lunch with minimum arrangement. I prepared to cross the road to meet up with him at his office lobby, as I will be passing by his office to go to the restaurant.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I received his call when I was just stepping out of the office. He said he'd arrived, waiting for me at the lobby in my office building. Oh... didn't expect him to come over. I told him that I can actually meet him across the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; road. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"I am here to pick you." He answered with a smile, wasn't realised that I was flattered by his sweet surprise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;After lunch, again we passed by his office. I asked him to get back to work and I will go back to the office by myself but he suggested to walk me back. He accompanies me until I get into the lift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Perhaps it's not a big deal for a man to do a simple thing like this, but usually people will not do it if the distance was just across the road. It takes an extra effort and a different mindset for one to do things that may be unnecessary or less significant in the eye of the public.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What really flatters a woman is that you think her worth flattering - a little surprise, concern &amp;amp; pampering means alot, these are priceless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was impressed by his gesture and kindness. His thoughtfulness makes me feel warm inside. This is a Big thing to me !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We had a good conversation together over simple lunch.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Even though I don't remember the date, the time, meals we ordered and the color of his shirt, but this sweet encounter will be in my memory for a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/31534281-1437930034036029326?l=pink-ginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/feeds/1437930034036029326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31534281&amp;postID=1437930034036029326' title='58 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/1437930034036029326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/1437930034036029326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/2007/03/little-things-that-make-me-smile.html' title='Little Things That Make Me Smile'/><author><name>pink ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498543530184754620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/RekvCnuebfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Wu-N7FMmasQ/s72-c/smiling+sun1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>58</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31534281.post-5174915624985920350</id><published>2007-02-26T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:03:25.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year Superstitions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/ReL9c4XLjDI/AAAAAAAAABI/H4kQVyXfyig/s1600-h/cny.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035866005961411634" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/ReL9c4XLjDI/AAAAAAAAABI/H4kQVyXfyig/s200/cny.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am back!! with a few extra pounds. ;) I went home to celebrate Chinese New Year with family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your e-mail and words of concern while I was away. The friendship that we developed here were greater than what I've expected, so touchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year is a wonderful festival for family and friends to get together, for some it is a time of gambling or to worship their gods to bring good fortunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The superstitions of Chinese New Year can be irritating, In this modern society, can you imagine people are still following it without asking a question? I did not follow the custom if I think it is not logical but I learn to respect. Let me share with you some ridiculous taboos of Chinese New Year :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Sweeping or dusting should not be done on new year day for fear that good fortune will be swept away. There is a superstition that if you sweep the dirt out over the threshold, you will sweep one of the family away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) If you cry on new year day, you will cry all through the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) We are not supposed to wash our hair because it would mean we would have washed away good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Do not use knives or scissors on new year's day as this may cut off fortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) One should not use negative terms and the word 'four' which sounds like the word of death. Death and dying are never mentioned and ghost stories are totally taboo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Buying books is bad luck as the word for 'book' is a homonym to the word 'lose'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) A hair-cut is bad luck. The word 'hair' is homophone for the word for 'prosperity'. 'cutting hair' could be perceived as 'cutting away prosperity'.&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/31534281-5174915624985920350?l=pink-ginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/feeds/5174915624985920350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31534281&amp;postID=5174915624985920350' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/5174915624985920350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/5174915624985920350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/2007/02/chinese-new-year-superstitions.html' title='Chinese New Year Superstitions'/><author><name>pink ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498543530184754620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/ReL9c4XLjDI/AAAAAAAAABI/H4kQVyXfyig/s72-c/cny.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31534281.post-5364951941126550913</id><published>2007-02-12T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:03:25.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weather Forecasting Stone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Enlighten me !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Is this real or just a joke?   It's so creative yet so damb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Have a good laugh. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030316231082660338" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/Rc9F9d2QUfI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Zb6UsvPhGiQ/s400/weather+forecasting+stone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31534281-5364951941126550913?l=pink-ginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/feeds/5364951941126550913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31534281&amp;postID=5364951941126550913' title='52 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/5364951941126550913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/5364951941126550913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/2007/02/weather-forecasting-stone.html' title='Weather Forecasting Stone'/><author><name>pink ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498543530184754620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/Rc9F9d2QUfI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Zb6UsvPhGiQ/s72-c/weather+forecasting+stone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>52</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31534281.post-6539598478176578022</id><published>2007-02-03T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T20:34:07.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men's Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I've received interesting comments, objections and points are worth pondering in my last post - "For Men Only". Herewith are some highlights, as follows :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(Gentleman, please help to reply on any responds of your comment, I can't speak for you. :) thank you.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Ladies, is our turn to listen and to understand men better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;* * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Bob Gentile :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;I listen and try to be as sincere as I can BUT I tend not to HOLD on to EVERY detail, not out of being RUDE, I just forget and BOY do I hear it from past relationships --geesh You women DONT FORGET ANYTHING :-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;Take it easy on us boys, most of us are good.... (when we are sleeping) --hahaa no we are good for the most part BUT we are wired differently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Top Cat :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;Men talk simple &amp;amp; direct, men have no trouble understanding one another, it's basically GRUNT GRUNT.. oh yeah dude I get it.. grunt grunt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;Women on the other hand talk around stuff, it's like "you know the dresser in the other room, I'm thinking I'd like to change some things, maybe the color, or the knobs or do something with the lighting!! Men get lost in this conversation because we have short attention spans..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;Next time say.. "honey I want a new lamp for the dresser"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Jay :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;Women and men are definitely wired differently.Just watch what happens when they watch a movie together. Especially a romantic comedy. The woman will be crying and think the movie is soooo sweet. The guy will look bored. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Wayne Allen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sallee :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;It is true that women don't forget a thing, but it is always best when a woman is patient enough to let a guy "catch up" with his memory and enter real time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Dave :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;You have to stop your mind from picking up on key words that are others are saying and running with this in your own mind. You should listen with your ears your eyes and your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;Do not talk until the other person has stopped and wait for all their words to sink into your head before you open your mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;Men are different then women in many area of life, but that is what makes it all fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Matt :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;Men are designed differently, for different reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;We are all equal but we all have different strengths. Men are designed with less emotional response probably because of the type of work and type of situations men find themselves in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;In the special forces military, women would probably question why and have second thoughts about what it is their doing, men just act and suffer silently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;Even though what you say is true, I think it is every man's responsibility to try and be a better listener. I also think it has to do with the influences a guy has growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sage :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;Say what? For some reason I feel like I just received a 440 volt shock! I never have the surge suppressor hooked up when I need it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;G-Man :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;Yes Pink Ginger, women are very much like the phone company.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;1.) They are not cheap to own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;2.) Mostly reliable, but they have been known to shut down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;3.) Sometimes all you get is static.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;4.) They leave when a better offer comes along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;5.) If you don't pay, your cut off! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;A LOT like women......G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Jeseem :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;Hey ms.440V, solution is simple. : give big shocks. I don't think 12V can forget it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;I don't think men are forgetful. its just that their priorities are different from women. so while a women may consider a b'day celebration more important, guys may consider a vacation trip or long drive more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Goadman :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;Think men are more non-verbal than women. (perhaps that was expressed in your presentation.) Not everything that happens has to be expressed in words!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Tom Bailey :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think men listen better when the content is meaningful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For example a woman wants to just be heard and a man wants to solve problems. The man has to listen but is not "supposed to" offer solutions. Not being able to give solutions is the frustrating part for the man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They hear more than you think. If the "subject" is interesting a man's ears will perk up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Jac :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am a good listener but even then at times I feel that woman are impatient ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The opinion is mine and I wonder, as a woman, if you can take my remark patiently ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Steve :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I do notice that communication between men and women is sometimes a challenge - and sometimes not a challenge - depends on the individual people and conversation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I do believe that where people are determines their ability to focus, receive and also to give. If one speaks and the other listens, no problem. But if one speaks and the other is thinking about other things or daydreaming or not available to listen for any number of reasons, there can be a missed connection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I think any gender can exemplify that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/31534281-6539598478176578022?l=pink-ginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/feeds/6539598478176578022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31534281&amp;postID=6539598478176578022' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/6539598478176578022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/6539598478176578022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/2007/02/men-talk-women-listen.html' title='Men&apos;s Talk'/><author><name>pink ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498543530184754620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31534281.post-7609672008821210330</id><published>2007-01-30T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:03:26.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Men Only</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/Rb4s1UGSQnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bItxaNGcb0Y/s1600-h/tin+phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025503528631812722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/Rb4s1UGSQnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bItxaNGcb0Y/s320/tin+phone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In his book “Making Things Right”, Dr.Faulkner believes there is a distinct difference in the listening ability between men and women. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dr.Faulkner suggests that women are wired for 440 volts. We have little emotional wires sticking out from us in all directions. Women are wired for sound and two-way communication. We talk and receive. We hook into another person's emotions and needs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On the other hand, men are wired for 12 volts. That's all. Men have two little wires sticking out, and they're both bent. Their speakers are usually hooked up, but receivers are dead. So men have to work a lot harder to listen than the women do. We're just wired differently. Men are like two tin cans and a waxed string, but women are hooked up like Ma Bell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Archie and Edith Bunker's communication difficulties probably had little to do with one speaking English and other communicating in 'dingbat'. Dr.Faulkner might suggest that Archie Bunker give some serious attention to his bent wires and dead receiver. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I noticed that some men are good listener but they're just forgetful, men don't register what they've heard in their mind most of the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What's your opinion? Guys!&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you can let us know what can women do to contribute to your 12-volt wiring system, to help to improve your reception? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31534281-7609672008821210330?l=pink-ginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/feeds/7609672008821210330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31534281&amp;postID=7609672008821210330' title='54 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/7609672008821210330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/7609672008821210330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/2007/01/for-men-only_30.html' title='For Men Only'/><author><name>pink ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498543530184754620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Go3lpQl3ZrQ/Rb4s1UGSQnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bItxaNGcb0Y/s72-c/tin+phone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>54</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31534281.post-116948424908046607</id><published>2007-01-23T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T19:40:48.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Must I Eat With the 2 Sticks ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6149/3377/1600/720096/chopsticks2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6149/3377/200/567136/chopsticks2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am not so skillful in using the chopsticks. To learn to use chopsticks is not my New Year resolution, it will never be in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People around me insisted that I MUST know how to use chopsticks, just because I am Chinese. They think am not qualifying for being Chinese if I don’t use chopsticks. Many of them will take initiative to guide me on how to hold chopsticks in public, they always educate me on ‘traditional values’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have to bear with these comments for the rest of my life as long as I don’t use chopsticks. However, I am a lady with an attitude. Am not a follower, I do what I think is right. I like fork &amp;amp; spoon, I will not use chopsticks for the sake of your opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen some people or non-Chinese having meals with chopsticks at Chinese restaurants, they struggled through out the meal in stress and sweat. In my opinion - Be it chopsticks or fork is just a ‘tool’ for dining, pick the one to make you feel comfortable so you can enjoy your meal, rather than to help to avoid embarrassment for breaching some code of etiquette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Table manners are to make people look better when they eat and make people at the same table more comfortable. I do not force the issue, instead of creating a bad table manners, making a fool of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prefer to use fork and spoon doesn’t mean I am less Chinese or don’t feel proud of my tradition, or I’ve lost personal value in life. Am Chinese educated who embraced my cultures, I speak fluent Mandarin better than many who uses chopsticks, I have good knowledge of Chinese history. Does it matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not judge a book by the cover. e.g. Dye my hair to blonde color and wearing the blue contact lends does not make me to become a pretty blonde Caucasian! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31534281-116948424908046607?l=pink-ginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/feeds/116948424908046607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31534281&amp;postID=116948424908046607' title='51 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/116948424908046607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/116948424908046607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/2007/01/why-must-i-eat-with-2-sticks.html' title='Why Must I Eat With the 2 Sticks ??'/><author><name>pink ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498543530184754620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>51</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31534281.post-116896591746509727</id><published>2007-01-17T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T18:32:06.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peach Color ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6149/3377/1600/850096/peach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6149/3377/320/234750/peach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I need to purchase color papers for a project. My very kind friend says he will be going to the stationery shop, he can get the color paper for me. His sweet offer really made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called me when he arrived the shop, asking me which color I need. I told him Peach Color is the color that he has to buy.&lt;br /&gt;"Peach Color?? What is Peach Color??" He replied with amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him that peach color is a common color, he must be able to find it. He put down the phone and continues searching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called back after 15 minutes : "I found purple, red, light blue, pink... and so on... can you pick one of those?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still insisted that I need Peach color and asked him to check with the store assistant for help. I believe my suggestion really drive him crazy and panic, this is the reply he gave me : "Hey, are you being naughty or trying to make fun of me? PEACH IS A FRUIT, NOT A COLOR".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This interesting statement really blow my mind, I laughed and getting curious now... How to describe peach color to men?&lt;br /&gt;If men can see (visualize) a sexy long leg when they see a nylon stocking, why can't they see color in peaches? Or there is no 'Peach Color' in man's dictionary? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Or perhaps, women see more colors in life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&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;&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p/s : He did not get the paper, because "Peach is a Fruit, not a Color". :) &lt;div align="justify"&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/31534281-116896591746509727?l=pink-ginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/feeds/116896591746509727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31534281&amp;postID=116896591746509727' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/116896591746509727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/116896591746509727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/2007/01/peach-color.html' title='Peach Color ??'/><author><name>pink ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498543530184754620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31534281.post-116797765054700734</id><published>2007-01-05T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T14:17:47.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6149/3377/1600/784224/dart%20board.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6149/3377/200/527723/dart%20board.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The trouble with not having a goal is that you can spend your life running up and down the field and never scoring."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bill Copeland&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31534281-116797765054700734?l=pink-ginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/feeds/116797765054700734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31534281&amp;postID=116797765054700734' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/116797765054700734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/116797765054700734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/2007/01/goal_05.html' title='Goal'/><author><name>pink ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498543530184754620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31534281.post-116678083328994781</id><published>2006-12-22T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T20:38:35.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cholesterol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6149/3377/1600/660667/lower%20cholesterol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6149/3377/320/289651/lower%20cholesterol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I read an article about Cholesterol and surprised to know that - only 3% of the cholesterol in your blood comes directly from the cholesterol in your foods that are naturally rich in cholesterol, include eggs, liver, and some seafood.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The main sources of cholesterol are actually those foods that are high in saturated fats, such as fatty meats like pork, beef, lamb, butter, cream. The body turns these into cholesterol in the liver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The cholesterol levels in your blood increase according to the amount of saturated fats you eat. There are many foods which contain no cholesterol, but which are rich in saturated fats and therefore raise the level of cholesterol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Seafood lover like me can continue enjoy eating my favorite prawns, crabs and shellfish by reducing saturated fat intake from fatty foods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Let's add more Veggies and Fruits to our Christmas &amp;amp; New Year feasts.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Wishing all of you a Wonderful holiday with love and good health.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/31534281-116678083328994781?l=pink-ginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/feeds/116678083328994781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31534281&amp;postID=116678083328994781' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/116678083328994781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/116678083328994781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/2006/12/cholesterol.html' title='Cholesterol'/><author><name>pink ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498543530184754620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31534281.post-116516758140457156</id><published>2006-12-04T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T20:39:15.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Did Not Use My Brain...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6149/3377/1600/952984/sad%20toy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6149/3377/400/461961/sad%20toy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The most silly and incredible thing had happened when I did not use my brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I wanted to transfer a plant from a pot to a smaller vase to bring it to the office. I brought the pot to the kitchen sink, there is an excess soil while I need to clean up the pot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I try my luck by pouring a little bit of soil to the sink and turn on the tap water… hooray!! It all flushed out by the water!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Let’s try a little bit more…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Wow!! The soil flushed out smoothly again… Amazingly, It will not stuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Let's pour All the soil into the sink…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The water drained slowly this time and stopped after a while, oh yeah, the sink was chocked by the soil, finally…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was not surprise as this is what I expected, but was just trying my luck and hoping that the sink will not chock. The plumber came, he was very shock that there are people doing silly thing like this, “who pour the soil into the sink? Should throw it in the dustbin”. I kept quite, I have no cheek to admit it was me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Everyone in the right mind or to use their brain to think before they do will not pour soil into the sink. Am I stupid or naive? Yes, I am. But why am I stupid? That’s because am lazy, lazy to use my brain yet hoping for good luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I feel shameful for being lazy. A lazy person will make you a stupid person, as you’re too lazy to use your brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div 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/31534281-116516758140457156?l=pink-ginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/feeds/116516758140457156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31534281&amp;postID=116516758140457156' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/116516758140457156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/116516758140457156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/2006/12/when-i-did-not-use-my-brain.html' title='When I Did Not Use My Brain...'/><author><name>pink ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498543530184754620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31534281.post-116170366903023561</id><published>2006-10-24T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T00:42:33.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Could You Just Listen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6149/3377/1600/listen.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6149/3377/320/listen.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This poem reveals the feelings of someone who badly wants to be heard :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I ask you to listen to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you start giving me advise,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you have not done what I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I ask you to listen to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you tell me I shouldn't feel that way,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you are trampling on my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I ask you to listen to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you to solve my problems for me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you have failed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listen! All I asked was that you listen,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;not talk to or do -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;just hear me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Advise is cheap;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the price of a newspaper will get you both&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can do for myself; I'm not helpless &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe discouraged and faltering&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but not helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So please listen and just hear me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if you want to talk,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wait a minute or your turn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and I'll listen to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31534281-116170366903023561?l=pink-ginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/feeds/116170366903023561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31534281&amp;postID=116170366903023561' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/116170366903023561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/116170366903023561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/2006/10/could-you-just-listen.html' title='Could You Just Listen?'/><author><name>pink ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498543530184754620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31534281.post-116110123927148932</id><published>2006-10-18T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T20:40:15.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote for your Top 3 !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Funny signs captured by friend&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vote for your Top 3 !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6149/3377/320/funny%20sign4.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;1. (Laundry Care)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6149/3377/320/funny%20sign3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;2. (Bathroom Message)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6149/3377/320/funny%20sign1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;3. (Road Work)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6149/3377/400/funny%20sign2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;4. (Hiring - Computer Engineers)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6149/3377/320/funny%20sign5.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;5. (Dead End)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31534281-116110123927148932?l=pink-ginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/feeds/116110123927148932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31534281&amp;postID=116110123927148932' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/116110123927148932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/116110123927148932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/2006/10/vote-for-your-top-3.html' title='Vote for your Top 3 !!'/><author><name>pink ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498543530184754620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31534281.post-116080636871245520</id><published>2006-10-14T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T00:44:52.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Holding Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6149/3377/1600/holding%20hands.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6149/3377/400/holding%20hands.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A few days ago, on my way back to the office after lunch, I saw an elderly couple holding hands walking on the street. With bright smiles on their faces, it was like any young couple, making eye contact, chatting with jokes and laughter…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stunned to see old people acting this way, it is so adorable, it makes me feel warm inside. Seeing elderly couple holding hands and get closer to each other is one of the most beautiful thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this society, we tend to place a value on people according to their physical attractiveness, income and status. The majority of elderly don’t score massively highly in these areas...&lt;br /&gt;These are the things might be fading when you grow old. As we get older we will realize that thing everyone wants in the end is love and companionship. Is the spirit and feelings that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people have lost all hope for a faithful relationship. what makes the elderly couple still holding each other after all these years? Must be their constantly investment in the relationship - with true love.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/31534281-116080636871245520?l=pink-ginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/feeds/116080636871245520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31534281&amp;postID=116080636871245520' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/116080636871245520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/116080636871245520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/2006/10/still-holding-hands.html' title='Still Holding Hands'/><author><name>pink ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498543530184754620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31534281.post-115980809370658777</id><published>2006-10-03T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T20:45:16.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxing Way to De-Stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6149/3377/1600/music.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6149/3377/320/music.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've been trying various methods to deal with extreme work pressure today… works that I do not know how to complete, creative thinking doesn’t flow to mind, I've lost all the ideas to deliver my work project with impressive result. I stay in the office with tired body, hungry and stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need a break, I called a friend for casual chat, we talked and shared some music interest, some funny discussions do make me laugh… friendships are like an iced cool sherbet to refresh your mind especially when you need someone to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put down the phone, I played some music. Lying in my chair hugging my little pillow, I closed my eyes enjoying the music…. Thanks to the compiler, this CD is a great mix for soothing tension, the calm pace of the music with romantic and uplifting quality that’s great for stress reduction….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“fixing the broken heart”… “you're beautiful”… “can't cry hard enough”… beautiful music re-charged my energy, I finally get my job done …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home with a smile… yeah, looking forward to tomorrow, I am going to buy a new casing for my violin tomorrow. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/31534281-115980809370658777?l=pink-ginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/feeds/115980809370658777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31534281&amp;postID=115980809370658777' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/115980809370658777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/115980809370658777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/2006/10/relaxing-way-to-de-stress.html' title='Relaxing Way to De-Stress'/><author><name>pink ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498543530184754620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31534281.post-115955578434062324</id><published>2006-09-30T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T20:46:15.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rich Without Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6149/3377/1600/china%20kids.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6149/3377/400/china%20kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Visited a poor rural village in China in my recent back packing trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always think that they are living in poverty but they don’t. This piece of land that they call home, they do not realize what’s happening in the real world, they are contented, down to earth and always bring a smile that could melt your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why don't you leave this village and go find a new life in a city?” I asked. “the people in a city will never get what we have in their life, we’re not poor.” A young man answered me with confident, loud and clear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6149/3377/1600/China%20harvesting%20time.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6149/3377/400/China%20harvesting%20time.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I do not understand his philosophy, so I start observing everything about them during my one week stay…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have one pet at home and they had many surrounding them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a small piece of land to live and they have fields that go beyond our sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have electric lights at home and they have the stars and moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We buy our food but they grow theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We build up fence and wall around our house to protect us, they have friends to protect them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hire maid to serve us, but they serve each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never speak to our neighbour but everyone in the village is their friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man was right – they are not poor. They are rich without money. We can never achieve what they have with dollar and cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all should give thanks for everything we have, instead of worrying about what we don’t have.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31534281-115955578434062324?l=pink-ginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/feeds/115955578434062324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31534281&amp;postID=115955578434062324' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/115955578434062324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/115955578434062324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/2006/09/rich-without-money.html' title='Rich Without Money'/><author><name>pink ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498543530184754620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31534281.post-115700683827941039</id><published>2006-08-31T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T00:38:41.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Different Kinds of Good Weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6149/3377/1600/4%20seasons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; width: 267px; height: 267px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6149/3377/320/4%20seasons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Went to visit my violin teacher this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Rain drops start falling while walking to the train station. I blamed the weather forecast, the trouble with weather forecasting is that it's wrong too often for us to rely on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If you bring sunshine with you wherever you go, walking in the rain is delightful. Cozy rain refresh my mind, drive away my anger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Violin teacher gets me my favorite hot chocolate to warm my body. (he usually serve canned drink). Thanks to rainy day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating. There is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/31534281-115700683827941039?l=pink-ginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/feeds/115700683827941039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31534281&amp;postID=115700683827941039' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/115700683827941039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/115700683827941039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/2006/08/different-kinds-of-good-weather.html' title='Different Kinds of Good Weather'/><author><name>pink ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498543530184754620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31534281.post-115574191810882038</id><published>2006-08-16T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T20:48:40.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Innocence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6149/3377/1600/IMG_23691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6149/3377/400/IMG_23691.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Not all innocence is lost when you grow up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming sunshine who make our souls blossom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31534281-115574191810882038?l=pink-ginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/feeds/115574191810882038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31534281&amp;postID=115574191810882038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/115574191810882038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/115574191810882038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/2006/08/pretty-innocence.html' title='Pretty Innocence'/><author><name>pink ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498543530184754620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31534281.post-115536565599660442</id><published>2006-08-12T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T20:54:37.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BioMagnetic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6149/3377/1600/biomagnetic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6149/3377/400/biomagnetic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Happened to browse an advertisement from my website -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.artcademy.biz/"&gt;http://www.artcademy.biz/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Biomagnetic Therapy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Magnet therapy is the application of magnets for health benefits. It does not involve needles, drugs or surgery. This therapy is most effective when combined with reduction of stressful electromagnetic fields. Together these services are called '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Biomagnetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Therapy'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;To explain magnetic therapy in layman's terms : Think of the body as a dynamic organism that consists of individual 'electrical' cells. Each cell has a positive charge at its nucleus, and a negative charge at its outer membrane. When the polarities are equal, the body is able to function at its optimal level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Research studies show that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Biomagnetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; therapy comes with very promising results. It can help to relief pain, reduction of inflammation and improved circulation, stress reduction, anti aging, cancer, heart disease, bleeding wounds... etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Natural therapy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;has crosses beyond herbs and organic foods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31534281-115536565599660442?l=pink-ginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/feeds/115536565599660442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31534281&amp;postID=115536565599660442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/115536565599660442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/115536565599660442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/2006/08/biomagnetic.html' title='BioMagnetic'/><author><name>pink ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498543530184754620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31534281.post-115477072849941704</id><published>2006-08-05T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T20:53:40.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>雨中的三文治</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6149/3377/1600/nyc%20rainy%20day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6149/3377/400/nyc%20rainy%20day.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;我咬着三文治走在人群中，敢路回家。 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;天色突变，而雨就要来了。所有的言谈都失去了声音，所有的默契都匆匆的冷了下来。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;我们都不想停下来。当我们擦肩而过，当冷漠流过空间，我们毫无感慨。这种天气，这种感觉，寒意忽然涌上心头。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;我们都累了。为了生活，为了理想，忙一些令人烦闷又无可奈何的事。快乐不快乐都不重要了，日子行云流水的过去，在耸耸肩，皱皱眉，回回首的重复过程中飞逝而去。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;我们怎么了？忙里偷闲和宠宠自己的一点点时间都不愿留给自己了吗？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;雨越下越大，街上塞满了长长的车龙，行人在车水马龙的街上加快了脚步。大家都焖透了吧！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;我也累了。走到街边的长凳坐了下来。在雨中继续咬着渗透了雨水的三文治，看着街上的情景，我的心情美多了。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;走的再快前面还是下着雨，累了，就歇歇脚吧！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/31534281-115477072849941704?l=pink-ginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/feeds/115477072849941704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31534281&amp;postID=115477072849941704' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/115477072849941704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/115477072849941704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/2006/08/blog-post.html' title='雨中的三文治'/><author><name>pink ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498543530184754620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31534281.post-115445812747884089</id><published>2006-08-02T02:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T01:44:12.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flower - Life's Small Pleasures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6149/3377/1600/tulips.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6149/3377/320/tulips.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:10;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Flowers are beautiful, a little glamorous, and always make the receiver feel especially cared for. I consider the gift of flowers to be the most thoughtful gift of all.&lt;br /&gt;Friends were asking me : what would I pick if there is a flower and $100 on the table? I said I will pick the flower without hesitating.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“$100 can buy you many flowers.” he said. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the flower may cost much lesser then the $100 but flowers bring happiness to me, $100 dollars can’t buy me happiness. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Flowers are a heartfelt, natural way to lift our spirits, they can brighten up your day, provide a smile for a tired face, bring surprises to a routine life. Flowers are also a simply beautiful way to express your love and appreciations, a tender way to say ‘I am sorry’. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Flowers gift are not expensive especially if you spend a little effort and idea into it, it's not necessary to get a nice well wrapped bouquet all the time. You can : &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;- Pick a few stocks of daisy in different colors, tie them together with a long ribbon, it gives you an exotic, natural and cheerful appearance. &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;- A small pot of blooming baby roses may cost below $15, Use a flower paper to wrap the flower pot and tie the pot with ribbons, you’ll be surprise how beautiful it can be. It’s more than just roses, you’re sending your love ones flowers plant all year long. &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Women adore flowers, I’m sure men are secretly flattered when someone presents them with a stylish arrangement flower gift. You need not find reason or occasions to give flowers, do it as often as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31534281-115445812747884089?l=pink-ginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/feeds/115445812747884089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31534281&amp;postID=115445812747884089' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/115445812747884089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/115445812747884089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/2006/08/flower-lifes-small-pleasures.html' title='Flower - Life&apos;s Small Pleasures'/><author><name>pink ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498543530184754620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31534281.post-115405508928930477</id><published>2006-07-28T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T20:57:19.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Violin - My First Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6149/3377/1600/my%20violin.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6149/3377/400/my%20violin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Violin is one of the most satisfying and beautiful sounding instrument, it is one of the most difficult musical instrument to learn. The violin is the smallest and highest-tuned member of the violin family of string instruments, which also includes the viola and cello. Violin instrument is essential and the most important part of any chamber orchestra, they have also found in jazz, country, pop, blue, classical, rock and roll and folk music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The violin bow, made of wood, metal, mother-of-pearl, horsehair strings rubbed with rosin, is drawn across the metal or plastic strings of the wooden violin. It's approximation of the human voice than any other instruments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Playing the violin is a wonderful experience for me, learning to play violin is a responsibilities and commitment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Learning to 'hear' violin music, learning to 'read' violin music, learning to 'play' violin music and learning to 'communicate' with violin music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It takes years of consistently hard work and determination to reach performance standard. The strong desire to enrich my life with the violin enhance my definition of 'make it'. I never been good in violin at this stage but it makes me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If you are a violin player or devoted to violin music and like to share your thoughts and ideas, Let's get connected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31534281-115405508928930477?l=pink-ginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/feeds/115405508928930477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31534281&amp;postID=115405508928930477' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/115405508928930477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/115405508928930477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/2006/07/violin-my-first-love.html' title='Violin - My First Love'/><author><name>pink ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498543530184754620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31534281.post-115393829439540903</id><published>2006-07-27T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T00:34:48.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gentle Hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6149/3377/1600/superman%20returns1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center; width: 268px; height: 359px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6149/3377/400/superman%20returns1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’ve never been a big fan of Superman… it always bugged me that he has all the powers, flying around doing good deeds. Our base-model Superman will never fail, bad guys surrender and the old story keep repeating itself…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Walked into the cinema to watch &lt;span&gt;“Superman Returns&lt;span&gt;” because of the Superman poster (Brandon Routh) placing outside the tickets counter, this extremely handsome young actor with his deep blue eyes really caught my attention. (human loves beautiful creations). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I have to say I really enjoyed “Superman Returns.” It offers nearly everything : action, romance, fantasy, humor, and the special effects were fantastic. Brandon Routh, a charismatic actor who never been in the big screens did a great job for his big role.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;This is a surprisingly tender movie&lt;span&gt;, if Superman is so super, what about the depth of his feelings? The personal chemistry between Superman and &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Lois Lane&lt;/st1:address&gt; making their brief encounters sweet, touching and rife with hidden emotion. Superman finally remembered to say ‘good bye’ to Lois before he left the plane for his next missions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Superman might not be human, but he sure is sensitive, he has longing. Lois might have said the world doesn't need Superman, but it sure feels good to have him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31534281-115393829439540903?l=pink-ginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/feeds/115393829439540903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31534281&amp;postID=115393829439540903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/115393829439540903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/115393829439540903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/2006/07/gentle-hero.html' title='Gentle Hero'/><author><name>pink ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498543530184754620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31534281.post-115389491740300914</id><published>2006-07-26T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T20:58:15.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story Behind the Pink Ginger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6149/3377/1600/ginger%20pickled1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 188px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6149/3377/400/ginger%20pickled1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Before I learn to acquire the taste of sashimi, I eat the pink pickled ginger in the Japanese restaurant more than anything else,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I love it so much until my plate filled with the pickled ginger, it is the only incentive that keep me visiting the Japanese restaurant even though I don’t fancy about Japanese cuisine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Friends like to make fun of me as the pickled has became my main dish, they called me ‘pink ginger’, since then, ‘pink ginger’ became my nick name, until today. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now, I love sashimi as much as I love pink ginger, sushi can never be delicious without it. I have 2 main dishes in the Japanese restaurant now – my pink ginger &amp;amp; sashimi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The color of the home made pickled ginger in a good quality Japanese restaurant is not pink, they are actually in a pale yellow color, crunchy and come with a fresh ginger aroma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6149/3377/1600/pink%20ginger%20flower%2021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 305px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6149/3377/320/pink%20ginger%20flower%2021.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I have discovered a very exotic tropical flower, this unique flower is called “Pink Ginger” (Alpinia Purpurata). Origin from Malay Peninsular. You can widely find it in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Thailand&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Indonesia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and other parts of the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;South East Asia&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Surprisingly, it is not the flower from the ginger root. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Pink ginger flower and pink pickled ginger, both are lovely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31534281-115389491740300914?l=pink-ginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/feeds/115389491740300914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31534281&amp;postID=115389491740300914' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/115389491740300914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/115389491740300914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/2006/07/story-behind-pink-ginger.html' title='The Story Behind the Pink Ginger'/><author><name>pink ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498543530184754620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31534281.post-115365842552560419</id><published>2006-07-23T20:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T00:04:25.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Pink Ginger ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Why pink ginger"? many are asking when they came across 'pink ginger' from my id, initial, e-mail from the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them this is my real nick name, it has been with me for many years. Friends are curious and interested to know the story behind the pink ginger and where did I got this 'real' nick name from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some asking the following questions while guessing : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"pink is ok for lady, but why ginger? why not apple"?&lt;br /&gt;"because you love cooking"?&lt;br /&gt;"you like ginger snacks"?&lt;br /&gt;"no way you can find ginger in pink" (ah.. of course you can.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is an opening ceremony of pink ginger's blog. A place to share thoughts and views of life with you. Lets get it started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31534281-115365842552560419?l=pink-ginger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/feeds/115365842552560419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31534281&amp;postID=115365842552560419' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/115365842552560419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31534281/posts/default/115365842552560419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pink-ginger.blogspot.com/2006/07/why-pink-ginger.html' title='Why Pink Ginger ?'/><author><name>pink ginger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15498543530184754620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
