<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24475093</id><updated>2009-11-27T19:19:42.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morally Right</title><subtitle type='html'>This is an informative site containing moral stories, Aesop's Fables, Chinese Classic Quotes and teachings or sayings by Philosophers.  It is your online educational resources which provide links to various reference websites as well.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24475093/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24475093/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>215</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24475093.post-7577413298542875764</id><published>2009-11-03T09:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T10:59:50.148+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson learn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maths'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning to solve problems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maths problems sums'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='algebra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punctuality'/><title type='text'>Leaving In Good Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anthony was an intelligent boy who knew many &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.tutorvista.com/math-answers"&gt;Math answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.   However, he is rather a greedy boy.   Every morning, before leaving for school, he gets himself some bread and butter, packets of biscuits, lots of fruit and puts it all in his big lunch box.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One morning, he was longer than usual in the kitchen.  "Hurry up, Anthony!"  his mother cried out.  "You will have to run if you don't want to be late for school."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seeing the time, Anthony began running as fast as his legs could carry him, taking a short cut through the park for speed.  And that was where he tripped up on a big stone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everything spilled out of his school bag, and without looking or stopping to think, Anthony just crammed the food back inside his lunch box!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anthony just managed to get to school in time!  The teacher was about to revise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.tutorvista.com/algebra-word-problems"&gt;Algebra word problems&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; with the class.  Anthony, on the other hand, was so greedy, he could not wait until this lesson was over.  Anthony dislikes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.tutorvista.com/math-problems"&gt;Math problems&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;, and he hope time can pass quickly so that he could eat his food.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Looking down at his school bag, he was amazed to see that it was moving!  All eyes turned to see where the funny rustling noise was coming from!  "A mouse!" cried Anthony in amazement.  "How did it get inside my lunch box?" It's nibbling all my food!"  How his friends laughed!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"It must have been when I fell over on my way to school," he told them.  "Next time, I'll leave a bit earlier!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24475093-7577413298542875764?l=storiesnmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7577413298542875764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24475093&amp;postID=7577413298542875764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24475093/posts/default/7577413298542875764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24475093/posts/default/7577413298542875764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2009/11/leaving-in-good-time.html' title='Leaving In Good Time'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05437418929514574752'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24475093.post-4613018553607863585</id><published>2009-10-12T08:28:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T12:19:35.406+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kingdom of god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rich life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money and wealth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life downfall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='destruction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='building wealth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pride and ego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being confident'/><title type='text'>Pride Comes Before A Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Pride comes(goes) before a fall" is a wise saying that means if you are too confident about your abilities, something bad will happen which shows that you are not as good as you think.  This can be quoted from the Bible as well as in Proverbs 16:18.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Proverbs 16:18 - Pride goes before destruction,        a haughty spirit before a fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are a few Aesop Fables which illustrate this wise sayings, but over here, I want to use my own life example.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A happy family is what I have always look forward to.  Nothing is more happy than a family able to live in peace and harmony.  A family always starts with a marriage couple and their procreation.  It was said that 'Two is enough' by our government.  Following that 'advice', my sister, my brother and I have two children in the family.  (But now I have three children.)  My sister could have more children in her family -- probably one or two more.  However, her babies were not destined to come to this world.  My own baby, some years back, was decided by me not to come to this world (to suffer) also.  Life is not easy.  Life is hard in fact -- having to work to support the family and to look after the welfare of the family as well.  It is so difficult to have the best of everything in this world.  You just cannot have everything perfect.  But all I want is just a peaceful home to be filled with love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am a spiritual person.  My husband, on the other hand, is a worldly person (I learned about this only during my Bible studies with Auntie Mary.  I realized and understand a lot of things from Bible studies.) He enjoys 'looking at' magazines like FHM, sexy women photographs and websites and electronic stuff or gadgets like computers, netbook and handphones.  He also loves to 'invest' in shares, which he believes will make him rich -- earn more money (A smarter way of working in life than to work for other people.).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whenever we go shopping, he would love to frequent handphone shops.  Looking at various models of handphones and even handphone stuff like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.mobilefun.co.uk/cat/Apple.htm"&gt;iphone accessories&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.mobilefun.co.uk/iphone-car-charger-p20475.htm"&gt;iphone car charger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; is his hobbies even though he don't have a car.  Every two years, he would change his handphone.  He just cannot wait for the two years contract to end.  Recently, he bought iPod Touch, a iphone comparable, just that it does not have a phone function.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A leopard is always a leopard.  The spots on the leopard would not fade away.  I just have to accept the spots on it.  In the past, I would be very mad at him for wasting money on unnecessary stuff like that.  He has so much debts, and yet he spent money on unnecessary items.  But now, I would treat the black spots as 'gems'.  My children get to enjoy them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/StKAPOH0RNI/AAAAAAAAOls/PcctKV-Xt_0/s1600-h/DSC01987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/StKAPOH0RNI/AAAAAAAAOls/PcctKV-Xt_0/s400/DSC01987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391512702893180114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;This is Isaac, learning Animals Sound from iPod Touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You have to read my other blogs to know about the details.  I always think of him and put him in the first place but he said I am the 'king' but in actual fact, I have treated him like a 'king'.  For him, all is money and money is everything. But I learned as well.  Without something to compare, I would not know the meaning of life till this day.  Having something to compare, I understand the meaning of blessed now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not knowing who is God and whether God (Jesus) is real or not real (or just imaginary like most people said), my prayer was answered.  God appeared.  I told him what I had experienced and he does not believe me.  He always changed his subject and shun the topic when I told him about God or Jesus.  He wanted to be rich but in the end he is debt rich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jesus said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; ~ Matthew 6:33 (KJV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  I went to church.  I have such a clearer picture now what Christians means and are.  To be specific, I am a Catholic.  Jesus is telling me not to be afraid.  He is 'come to help me pull through the deep' (yesterday when I attended 28th ordinary Sunday Mass).  Yes, I am in deep trouble.  It is raining now, and I am not bluffing.  Two claps of thunder has gone as I typed this.  The truth is revealed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pride Comes Before A Fall.  Man is known to be egoistic, full of pride and always think that there is no God.  That is why in the Bible history, there is so many downfall of mankind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I came to this world with nothing and I cannot leave this world with all possessions.  As long as we can live happily, and have the means to support the children, I am happy enough.  When he had bought the iPod Touch (secretly), I did not utter a word.  I did not buy a fanciful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.mobilefun.co.uk/cat/iPhone-Cases.htm"&gt;iphone case&lt;/a&gt; for him to put his iPod, but an ordinary $12 phone pouch that can suit any handphone.  But I did not see him using it.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24475093-4613018553607863585?l=storiesnmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4613018553607863585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24475093&amp;postID=4613018553607863585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24475093/posts/default/4613018553607863585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24475093/posts/default/4613018553607863585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2009/10/pride-comes-before-fall.html' title='Pride Comes Before A Fall'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05437418929514574752'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/StKAPOH0RNI/AAAAAAAAOls/PcctKV-Xt_0/s72-c/DSC01987.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24475093.post-1624253965946129113</id><published>2008-08-26T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:05:06.507+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guiding children of tomorrow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Role of a teacher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching the nation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exemplary role of a teacher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commitment of a teacher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doing what you preach'/><title type='text'>What It Means To Be A Teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SLPmiaOle-I/AAAAAAAAJL0/WNohJCzH6Ak/s1600-h/PO20080129_0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SLPmiaOle-I/AAAAAAAAJL0/WNohJCzH6Ak/s400/PO20080129_0127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238784270392458210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;These are my students at Boon Lay Garden Primary School... was intending to go in on &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/08/22/boon-lay-secondary-school/"&gt;22nd August 2008&lt;/a&gt;, the day I went &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/05/18/memory-lane/"&gt;Boon Lay&lt;/a&gt;, but 'forbidden'......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was a relief teacher.  I was not a qualified teacher.  Yet, I know what is called teaching, handling the class, teaching the class, 'projecting my voice', tried my best to impact my knowledge to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was an untrained teacher, yet I had experienced how it would be like to teach full-time in the school.  I had made the teacher's pledge before.  I had forgotten about it.  But I searched the web for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am who I am today, because I have firstly, my mother, my father, my brothers and sister, and then the rest of the members (nephews, nieces and in-laws).  I am who I am today, I must also thanked all my teachers, from Kindergarten to the University.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SLPmihAO1EI/AAAAAAAAJL8/8_CodI-0SA4/s1600-h/PO20080129_0138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SLPmihAO1EI/AAAAAAAAJL8/8_CodI-0SA4/s400/PO20080129_0138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238784272211301442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is me, my first child, on the day I was supposed to be discharged from the hospital, Mount Alvernia Hospital.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was fat, so much overweight, but I DID NOT NEED TO GO any slimming centres AT ALL.  I had NEVER need to go SLIMMING TREATMENT.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/08/25/living-with-dignity/"&gt;Look at my weight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; now you can be your own judge whether what I am writing in my BLOGS are all the truth, from MY HEART.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even though I am no more a teacher, Tell Me, what is a teacher?  DO YOU NEED TO BE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;EMPLOYED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; to be a teacher?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;MOE, Ministry of Education -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www3.moe.edu.sg/purposeofteaching/teacherPledge-msg4.html"&gt;The Teachers' Pledge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SLPkEc64XKI/AAAAAAAAJLk/OTpje6tvAhs/s1600-h/teacherspledge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SLPkEc64XKI/AAAAAAAAJLk/OTpje6tvAhs/s400/teacherspledge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238781556695784610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SLPkEtGg8pI/AAAAAAAAJLs/7Xfudnk_RyE/s1600-h/teachersplege1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SLPkEtGg8pI/AAAAAAAAJLs/7Xfudnk_RyE/s400/teachersplege1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238781561039549074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.comp.nus.edu.sg/%7Etantc/personal/pledge.html"&gt;Pledge By Teachers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We, the teachers of Singapore, pledge that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt; We will be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;true to our mission&lt;/span&gt; to bring out the best in our pupils.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;   We will be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;exemplary&lt;/span&gt; in the discharge of our duties and responsibilities.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;  We will &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;guide&lt;/span&gt; our pupils to be good and useful citizens of Singapore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;  We will &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;continue to learn&lt;/span&gt; and pass on the love of learning to our pupils.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;   We will win the trust, support and co-operation of parents and the community so as to enable us to achieve our mission.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/08/23/jurong-west-secondary-school/"&gt;Teachers’ Creed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We, the teachers of JWSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pledge that: We will be true to our mission of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;moulding the academic, social, physical and aesthetics lives of our pupils&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;. We will work hand in hand with one another and with our stakeholders to maximize the potential of our pupils. We will conduct ourselves in a manner befitting this noble profession. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We will continue in our quest to learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; and pass the love of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://12enlighten.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-singapore.html"&gt;learning to our pupils&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Teachers have children themselves, teachers are people also.  If what I had done is all LIES and COOKING UP STORIES, then I would not be called APOSTLE THERESA LIM POH CHOO, not fit to be a disciple of Jesus also, a coward I am if I allowed such companies 'to mislead' women.  We did not see many on the net.  How many ignorant women are internet savvy?  There are more women who knows?  If there is one, there would be two!   But I would not want to make unjust remarks, but I MERELY wrote on MINE opinion, my experience, and NOT defame the company!  Discernment, I am sure a wise person would know how to do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If MY baptism name, Theresa and my Confirmation name Theresa.  If God's name is not holy, all the Saints and the faithful, the believer of Jesus Christ, who had died would be in vain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;What would be the reputation of our Singapore's Education?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www3.moe.edu.sg/purposeofteaching/tc-2.html"&gt;I Love Quotes:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  We learn from each other.  There is no end to education.  Everyday we discover new things that we might have never seen before!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Belief is the key ingredient in my becoming an effective teacher.  ~Shahul Hameed, Compassvale Sec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A teacher is not someone who merely teaches content, but also one who teaches ‘life’.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;~Agnes Pang, Kuo Chuan Presbyterian Pri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have chosen to celebrate little things in big ways and make each day count for [my students] and for myself.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;~ Shikhvir Kaur, Zhangde Pri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Every teacher has a story to tell about his job and every teacher has a legacy he wishes to leave behind.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;~ Jason Ng, Northland Pri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A teacher never stops being a teacher in the eyes of her students. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; ~ Shirley Bong, Montfort Junior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/05/07/national-service/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Protecting Our Country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/08/21/facial-company-sue-customer/"&gt;Facial Company Sue Customer Matter&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/08/singapore-i.html"&gt;Singapore I: The Divine Revelation&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://www.peacebella.com/2008/08/26/moulding-our-nation/"&gt;Moulding Our Nation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUS REPUTATION:&lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2008/08/singapore-ii-answer-will-soon-be-out.html"&gt;Singapore II: Answer Will Soon Be Out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peacemotivate.com/2008/08/26/developing-courage/"&gt;Developing Courage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2008/08/26/do-you-want-to-save-your-mother/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do You Want To Save Your Mother&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2008/08/25/unity-is-strength/"&gt;Unity Is Strength&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24475093-1624253965946129113?l=storiesnmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.peacebella.com/2008/08/26/singapores-destiny/' title='What It Means To Be A Teacher'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/feeds/1624253965946129113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24475093&amp;postID=1624253965946129113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24475093/posts/default/1624253965946129113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24475093/posts/default/1624253965946129113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-it-means-to-be-teacher.html' title='What It Means To Be A Teacher'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05437418929514574752'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SLPmiaOle-I/AAAAAAAAJL0/WNohJCzH6Ak/s72-c/PO20080129_0127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24475093.post-2361545847451636076</id><published>2008-06-04T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T16:26:44.179+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lao zi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confucius'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='china three beliefs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buddha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vinegar tasters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creed'/><title type='text'>Three Vinegar Tasters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2008/06/01/confucianism/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SEZC9jEbTwI/AAAAAAAAHr0/28nBvf4UXlM/s400/3vinegar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207923644253818626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The Unity of the Three Creeds were popular in China from the tenth century onwards because of a movement called Neo-confucianism which incorporated elements of Buddhism and Taoism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Three men are standing around a vat of vinegar. Each one has dipped his finger into the vinegar and has tasted it. The expression on each man's face shows his individual reaction. Since the painting is allegorical, we are to understand that these are no ordinary vinegar tasters, but are instead &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;representatives of the "&lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2008/06/01/confucianism/"&gt;Three Teachings" of China&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, and that the vinegar they are sampling represents the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Essence of Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. The three masters are Confucius, Buddha, and Lao Zi, author of the oldest existing book of Taoism. The first has a sour look on his face, the second wears a bitter expression, but the third man is smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;To Confucius, life seemed rather sour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; He believed that the present was out step with the past, and that the government of man on earth was out of harmony with the Way of Heaven, the government of, the universe. Therefore, he emphasized reverence for the Ancestors, as well as for the ancient rituals and ceremonies in which the emperor, as the Son of Heaven, acted as intermediary between limitless heaven and limited earth. Under Confucianism, the use of precisely measured court music, prescribed steps, actions, and phrases all added up to an extremely complex system of rituals, each used for a particular purpose at a particular time. A saying was recorded about Confucius, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;If the mat was not straight, the Master would not sit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;" This ought to give an indication of the extent to which things were carried out under Confucianism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;To Buddha, the second figure in the painting, life on earth was bitter, filled with attachments and desires that led to suffering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The world was seen as a setter of traps, a generator of illusions, a revolving wheel of pain for all creatures. In order to find peace, the Buddhist considered it necessary to transcend "the world of dust" and reach Nirvana, literally a state of "no wind." Although the essentially optimistic attitude of the Chinese altered Buddhism considerably after it was brought in from its native India, the devout Buddhist often saw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2008/05/19/the-four-noble-truths/"&gt;the way to Nirvana&lt;/a&gt; interrupted all the same by the bitter wind of everyday existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;To Lao Zi, the harmony that naturally existed between heaven and earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; from the very beginning could be found by anyone at any time, but not by following the rules of the Confucianists. As he stated in his Tao Te Ching, the "Tao Virtue Book," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;earth was in essence a reflection of heaven, run by the same laws - not by the laws of men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. These laws affected not only the spinning of distant planets, but the activities of the birds in the forest and the fish in the sea. According to Lao Zi, the more man interfered with the natural balance produced and governed by the universal laws, the further away the harmony retreated into the distance. The more forcing, the more trouble. Whether heavy or light, wet or dry, fast or slow, everything had its own nature already within it, which could not be violated without causing difficulties. When abstract and arbitrary rules were imposed from the outside, struggle was inevitable. Only then did life become sour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To Lao Zi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;the world was not a setter of traps but a teacher of valuable lessons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Its lessons needed to be learned, just as its laws needed to be followed; then all would go well. Rather than turn away from "the world of dust," Lao Zi advised others to "join the dust of the world". What he saw operating behind everything in heaven and earth he called Tao (Dao), "the Way".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A basic principle of Lao Zi's teaching was that this Way of the Universe could not be adequately described in words, and that it would be insulting both to its unlimited power and to the intelligent human mind to attempt to do so. Still, its nature could be understood, and those who cared the most about it, and the life from which it was inseparable, understood it best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Over the centuries Lao Zi's classic teachings were developed and divided into philosophical, monastic, and folk religious forms. All of these could be included under the general heading of Taoism. But the basic Taoism that we are concerned with here is simply a particular way of appreciating, learning from, and working with whatever happens in everyday life. From the Taoist point of view,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;the natural result of this harmonious way of living is happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. You might say that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;happy serenity is the most noticeable characteristic of the Taoist personality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, and a subtle sense of humor is apparent even in the most profound Taoist writings, such as the twenty-five-hundred-year-old Tao Te Ching. In the writings of Taoism's second major writer, Zhuang Zi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;quiet laughter seems to bubble up like water from a fountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the painting, why is Lao Zi smiling? After all, that vinegar that represents life must certainly have an unpleasant taste, as the expressions on the faces of the other two men indicate. But, through working in harmony with life's circumstances, Taoist understanding changes what others may perceive as negative into something positive. From the Taoist point of view, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;sourness and bitterness come from the interfering and unappreciative mind&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Life itself, when understood and utilized for what it is, is sweet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; That is the message of The Vinegar Tasters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24475093-2361545847451636076?l=storiesnmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2008/06/01/confucianism/' title='Three Vinegar Tasters'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2361545847451636076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24475093&amp;postID=2361545847451636076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24475093/posts/default/2361545847451636076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24475093/posts/default/2361545847451636076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2008/06/three-vinegar-tasters.html' title='Three Vinegar Tasters'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05437418929514574752'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/SEZC9jEbTwI/AAAAAAAAHr0/28nBvf4UXlM/s72-c/3vinegar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24475093.post-3166090870924653047</id><published>2007-12-07T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T11:36:55.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='master'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confucius'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virtue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><title type='text'>Knowledge &amp; Learning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;What &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" href="http://moviestars.blogspot.com/2005/12/confucius.html"&gt;The Master&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;   The subjects on which the Master did not &lt;a href="http://moviestars.blogspot.com/2005/12/confucius-sayings.html"&gt;speak&lt;/a&gt; were extraordinary things, feats of strength, disorder, and spiritual beings.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Knowledge &amp;amp; Learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Those who are born with the possession of knowledge are the highest class of men.  Those who learn and readily attain knowledge are the next.  Those who are dull and stupid, and yet encompass learning, are another class next to these.  As to those who are dull and stupid and do not learn, they are the lowest of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The superior man has nine things he considers thoughtfully: to see clearly when he uses his eyes; to hear distinctly when he uses his ears; to look benign; to be respectful in his demeanor; to be sincere in his speech; to be reverent in his doing business; to ask advice when he has doubts; to think of consequences when he is angry; to think of righteousness when he sees gain to be gotten.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Contemplating good and pursuing it as if they could not reach it; contemplating evil and shrinking from it, as they would from thrusting their hands into boiling water -- I have seen such men, as I have heard such words.  Living in retirement to study their aims, and practicing righteousness to carry out their principles -- I have heard those words, but I have not seen such men.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  I have spent the whole day without eating, and the whole night without sleeping, occupied with thinking.  It was of no use.  The better plan is to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Learn as if you could not reach your object, and were always afraid lest you should lose it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am not one who was born in possession of knowledge; I am one who is fond of antiquity, and earnest in seeking it there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The silent treasuring up of knowledge, learning without satiety, and instructing others without being wearied -- these things belong to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When a man's knowledge is sufficient to attain but his virtue is not sufficient to enable him to hold whatever he may have gained, he will lose again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When his knowledge is sufficient to attain and his virtue enough to hold fast, if he cannot govern with dignity, the people will not respect him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When his knowledge is sufficient to attain, when he has virtue enough to hold fast, and when he governs also with dignity, yet if he try to move the people contrary to the rules of propriety, full excellence is not reached.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shall I teach you what knowledge is? When you know a thing, to hold that you know it; and when you do not know a thing, to allow that you do not know it -- this is knowledge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I do not open up the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2007/12/true-or-truth.html"&gt;truth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; to one who is not eager to get knowledge, nor help out anyone who is not anxious to explain himself.  When I have presented one corner of a square to anyone, and he cannot from it learn the other three, I do not repeat my lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/05/discernment.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee315/peacebella/discernment.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Master said, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yu, have you heard the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;six words to which are attached six obfuscations&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yu replied,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sit down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;" said the Master, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and I will tell them to you.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;There is the love of being benevolent without the love of learning: the obfuscation leads to foolishness.  There is the love of knowing without the love of learning: the obfuscation here leads to lack of principle.  There is the love of being sincere without the love of learning: the obfuscation here leads to an injurious disregard of consequences.  There is the love of straightforwardness without the love of learning: the obfuscation here leads to rudeness.  There is the love of boldness without the love of learning: the obfuscation here leads to insubordination.  There is the love of firmness without the love of learning: the obfuscation here leads to recklessness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24475093-3166090870924653047?l=storiesnmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/feeds/3166090870924653047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24475093&amp;postID=3166090870924653047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24475093/posts/default/3166090870924653047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24475093/posts/default/3166090870924653047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2007/12/knowledge-learning.html' title='Knowledge &amp; Learning'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05437418929514574752'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24475093.post-4297072222071602657</id><published>2007-12-06T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T12:52:33.281+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='superior man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man of character'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good man'/><title type='text'>Superior Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peaceinspire.com/2007/10/18/kensington-palace-sculptures/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee315/peacebella/kensingtonpalwilliamiiistatue.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacemotivate.com/2007/12/06/learn-to-know/"&gt;Master said&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; There are three things which the superior man guards against.  In youth, when the physical powers are not yet settled, he guards against lust.  When he is strong and the physical powers are full of vigour, he guards against quarrelsomeness.  When he is old and the animal powers are decayed, he guards against covetousness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Those who stand before a man of virtue and station are liable to three errors.  They may speak before being spoken to; this is called rashness.  They may not speak when spoken to; this is called concealment.  They may speak without looking at the countenance of their superior; this is called blindness.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are three things of which the superior man stands in awe.  He stands in awe of the ordinances of Heaven.  He stands in awe of great men.  He stands in awe of the words of the sages.  The inferior man does not know the ordinances of Heaven and consequently does not stand in awe of them.  He is disrespectful to great men. He makes sport of the words of sages.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;The object of the superior man is &lt;a href="http://peace-diary.blogspot.com/2007/12/true-or-truth.html"&gt;truth&lt;/a&gt;, not food. Even in farming there is sometimes famine. So with learning, compensation may be found in it. The superior man is anxious lest he should not get truth; he is not anxious lest poverty should come upon him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;He who does not anticipate attempts to deceive him or who does not presume he will not be believed yet understands these things readily when they occur -- is he not a superior man?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;He whom neither slander that gradually soaks into the mind nor statements that startle like a wound in the flesh are successful may be called intelligent indeed. Yes, he with whom neither soaking slander nor startling statements are successful may be called far-seeing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cannot see a sage; could I see a man of real talent and virtue, that would satisfy me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;A good man is not mine to see; could I see a man possessed of constancy, that would satisfy me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;The superior man cannot be known in small matters, but he may be entrusted with great concerns.  The inferior man may not be entrusted with great concerns, but he may be known in little matters. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Virtue is more to man than either water or fire.  I have seen men die from treading on water and fire but I have never seen a man die from treading the course of virtue.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;When the multitude dislike a man, it is necessary to examine into the case. When the multitude like a man, it is necessary to examine into the case.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;A minister is serving his prince, reverently discharges his duties and makes his pay a secondary consideration.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;The determined scholar and the man of virtue will not seek to live at the expense of injuring their virtue.  They will even sacrifice their lives to preserve their virtue complete. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is only the truly virtuous man who can love or hate others. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;If superior man does not, even for the space of a single meal, act contrary to virtue.  In moments of haste, he cleaves on it.  In seasons of danger, he cleaves on it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;The superior man is modest in his speech but exceeds in his actions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;The superior man wishes to be slow in his speech and earnest in his conduct. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;The way of the superior man is threefold, but I am not equal to it.  Virtuous, he is free from anxieties; wise, he is free from perplexities; bold, he is free from fear.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;When a man can be spoken to, not to speak to him is to waste the man.  When a man cannot be spoken with, to speak to him is to waste our words.  The wise err neither in regard to their man nor to their words. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24475093-4297072222071602657?l=storiesnmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4297072222071602657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24475093&amp;postID=4297072222071602657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24475093/posts/default/4297072222071602657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24475093/posts/default/4297072222071602657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2007/12/superior-man.html' title='Superior Man'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05437418929514574752'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24475093.post-4312869605985064840</id><published>2007-12-05T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T17:24:54.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom teachings about virtue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='superior man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural virtue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perfect Virtue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='supernatural virtue'/><title type='text'>Perfect Virtue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2006/05/18/quotations-about-virtues/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee315/peacebella/ROELAS-Juan-de-las-Vision-of-St-Ber.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2007/04/15/natural-virtues-and-supernatural-virtues/"&gt;Natural Virtues and Supernatural Virtues&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hsien asked what is shameful.  The Master said,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;When good government prevails in a State, to be thinking only of salary; and when bad government prevails, to be thinking, in the same way, only of salary -- this is shameful.  When the love of superiority, boasting, resentments and covetousness are repressed, this may be deemed perfect virtue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacemotivate.com/2007/12/06/learn-to-know/"&gt;Master said&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virtue &amp;amp; Intelligence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Only the individual possessed of the most entire sincerity that can exist under Heaven can adjust the great invariable relations of mankind, establish the great fundamental virtues of humanity, and know the transforming and nurturing operations of Heaven and Earth.  Does this individual depend on any being or anything beyond himself?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Call him man in his ideal; how earnest is he!  Call him an abyss; how deep is he!  Call him Heaven; how vast is he!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Who can know him, except he who is indeed quick in apprehension, clear in &lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2007/04/17/discernment/"&gt;discernment&lt;/a&gt;, of far-reaching intelligence, and all-embracing knowledge, possessing all heavenly virtue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Leaving virtue without proper cultivation; not thoroughly discussing what is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.peacemotivate.com/2007/12/06/learn-to-know/"&gt;learned&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;; not being able to move towards what is right; and not being able to change what is not good -- these things cause me concern.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Specious words confound virtue.  Want of forbearance in small matters confounds great plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To have faults and not to reform them, this indeed should be pronounced having faults.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will not be concerned by men not knowing me.  I will be concerned by my own lack of ability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There may be those who act without knowing why, but I do not do so. Hearing much and selecting what is good and following it, and seeing much and keeping it in memory -- this is the second style of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2007/12/knowledge-learning.html"&gt;knowledge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Benevolence: is to love all men.  Knowledge: is to know all men.  Employ the upright and put aside all the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.moneysick.com/2007/11/22/the-three-ps/"&gt;crooked&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;; in this way, the crooked can be made to be upright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24475093-4312869605985064840?l=storiesnmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4312869605985064840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24475093&amp;postID=4312869605985064840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24475093/posts/default/4312869605985064840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24475093/posts/default/4312869605985064840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2007/12/perfect-virtue.html' title='Perfect Virtue'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05437418929514574752'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24475093.post-3898650629788044018</id><published>2007-09-15T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T22:36:55.601+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trios Corporation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Further studies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job opportunities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Business support'/><title type='text'>Peer Pressure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/Ruvt1Php1qI/AAAAAAAAD4k/2ujvLch0PBE/s1600-h/2boysmtrain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/Ruvt1Php1qI/AAAAAAAAD4k/2ujvLch0PBE/s400/2boysmtrain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110439701138495138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Daniel was waiting for his best friend, Sunil, outside the &lt;a href="http://www.trios.com/"&gt;college&lt;/a&gt; gate.  He had arranged with Sunil to walk home together as they lived in the same housing estate near the school.  He had met Sunil at the age of seven.  It was then their first day in school and they both felt lost and afraid.  They had vowed to stick close to each other and had been the closest of friends since.  Daniel especially enjoyed his walks home with Sunil for it was usually then that they had their heart-to-heart talks or exchanged ideas on various issues.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Daniel suddenly heard someone calling out to him from a corner of the school compound.  He saw that it was Sunil, who was waving at him to go over.  Feeling intrigued, Daniel walked towards his friend.  Sunil was behaving suspiciously.  He asked Daniel to go to a more secluded place.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Daniel was very curious about Sunil's mysterious behaviour.  He followed him without question.  Finally they stopped at a deserted staircase at the far end of school archives and storage block.  Sunil took something out from his breast pocket.  It was a crumpled and creased cigarette.  Daniel's eyes opened wide in surprise.  "Where did you get it from?  Don't you know that it's illegal for minors like us to possess cigarettes?"  Daniel asked incredulously.  He could not believe that Sunil, who was so sensible and wise would do something so foolish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Come on...don't be a coward.  Everybody smokes nowadays.  It's hip and cool; it will prove that we are adults and people will respect us.   Anyway, its only one cigarette.  Let's try it together... we're best friends, aren't we?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sunil took out a box of matches from his pocket as he said this.  Daniel was torn between loyalty to his friend and his own principles.  Smoking was something which he had always felt strongly against for environment.  Yet he could not help feeling that somehow what Sunil had said made some sense: everybody was smoking, so why should he be so moralistic?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Still, Daniel knew that he would be betraying his own ideas if he smoked simply to conform or to be accepted by others.  He knew that what mattered most was that he did not want to smoke and that if Sunil was a true friend, then he would not force him to do something the did not want to do.  Daniel did not want to disappoint his mother, who had always told Daniel about the harmful effects of smoking.  What Daniel wanted was to achieve good examination results so as not to disappoint his mother.  He wanted to have a successful &lt;a href="http://www.trios.com/"&gt;career&lt;/a&gt; path after he graduated from his studies.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Daniel decided to put their friendship to the test after some deliberation and told Sunil how he felt.  At first Sunil looked at Daniel in dismay, but the determined expression on Daniel's face stopped Sunil from striking the match.  "You know something, Daniel?"  Said Sunil thoughtfully.  "You've just shown me what being hip and cool really means.  It means standing up and doing the right thing under any circumstances, regardless of what people might say."  With that, he squashed the cigarette and threw it away.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Are you a graduating students searching for jobs or are you looking into further studies?  Whether you are working now, tired of your jobs or are unemployed, trios Corporation can definitely assist you.  At trios, they provide you jobs and career paths as well as various &lt;a href="http://www.trios.com/"&gt;business&lt;/a&gt; support.  Find out more about Trios! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;When someone stands tottering at the edge, it takes only a whisper to pull them back to safety. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24475093-3898650629788044018?l=storiesnmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/feeds/3898650629788044018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24475093&amp;postID=3898650629788044018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24475093/posts/default/3898650629788044018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24475093/posts/default/3898650629788044018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2007/09/peer-pressure.html' title='Peer Pressure'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05437418929514574752'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/Ruvt1Php1qI/AAAAAAAAD4k/2ujvLch0PBE/s72-c/2boysmtrain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24475093.post-3624820582496675162</id><published>2007-08-03T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T13:29:47.470+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Judging a person'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online tutor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='academic results'/><title type='text'>First Impression</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/RrK85UITHdI/AAAAAAAAC4A/tSA2jGb3BJ4/s1600-h/venice-carnival-31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/RrK85UITHdI/AAAAAAAAC4A/tSA2jGb3BJ4/s400/venice-carnival-31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094341821351534034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;First impressions are important but they are by no means good guides to the true qualities of a person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any situation, there is always the cliché that first impressions are very important.  Where first impressions are concerned, we do not look into a person's academic record.  We do not know how well they fare for their &lt;a href="http://www.tutorvista.com/content/math/algebra/algebra.php"&gt;Algebra&lt;/a&gt; or their &lt;a href="http://www.tutorvista.com/content/sciencecontent.php"&gt;Science&lt;/a&gt;.  We judge a person according to what we see them when we first saw them.  Thus strategies of personal management always stress on the need for a person to look presentable and smart to create a good lasting impression on anyone he meets.  It is a sad but inevitable fact of life that many people have short term memories, thus a memorable first impression could lead to greater achievements because people are able to remember you amidst all the other faces in the crowd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are many ways with which an individual can make a lasting impact on the people he meets.  Usually one way to attract attention is to dress smart and professional.  Such a ploy is however tricky because looking good does not necessarily equate with real capabilities.  Other superficial ways of making lasting impressions deal with ways and means of looking good; but the main failing of such a tactic is that it may not stand up to real testing especially in important situations like interviews.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A more lasting form of impact relies on cultivating good personal etiquette.  In this case, things like courtesy matter more.  For example, on a first date, the man would usually be tested for his etiquette in treating his female companion well like pulling the chair out for her in the dinner table and other little details.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perhaps the best way to create good first impressions is to display the finer points of one's character.  Certain traits like humour, confidence and intelligence are definite winners in any meeting with strangers.  To be able to win over, for example, the interviewer based on the strengths of your character is a definite guarantee that you have made a favourable impact.  Although comparatively, strength of character is the most important, first impressions come in a package; thus superficialities like dressing well cannot be totally ignored either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In judging any person one meets, it is also necessary to look for more enduring traits rather than make hasty character appraisals based on very shallow criterion.  For example, it is easy to dismiss a &lt;a href="http://www.tutorvista.com/"&gt;tutor&lt;/a&gt; who wears thick glasses and acts awkwardly in front of people as a nerd.  However, such a hasty judgment is definitely unwarranted and it also shows how crude you are as a person.  One should always seek to understand another person fully before deciding on his merits or vices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thus first impressions are important but they are by no means good guides to the true qualities of a person.  One must always remember that most people put up their best front on first meetings which may be mere facades of their true selves.  It is up to the discerning person to uncover the truth beneath the veneer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24475093-3624820582496675162?l=storiesnmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/feeds/3624820582496675162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24475093&amp;postID=3624820582496675162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24475093/posts/default/3624820582496675162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24475093/posts/default/3624820582496675162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2007/08/first-impression.html' title='First Impression'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05437418929514574752'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/RrK85UITHdI/AAAAAAAAC4A/tSA2jGb3BJ4/s72-c/venice-carnival-31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24475093.post-4921605876298317206</id><published>2007-06-01T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T00:05:21.125+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wise Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Chinese Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/Rl7mPFY2QjI/AAAAAAAAB5g/ajA5xw_fEtw/s1600-h/br-0269b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/Rl7mPFY2QjI/AAAAAAAAB5g/ajA5xw_fEtw/s400/br-0269b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070743377284579890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;If you let cloudy water settle, it will become clear.  If you let your upset mind settle, your course will also become clear.  Let your mind become clear like a still forest pool.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;If you take care of each moment, you will take care of all time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victory creates hatred, defeat creates suffering.  Those who are wise strive for neither victory or defeat.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Let yourself be open and life will be easier.  A spoon of salt in a glass of water makes the water undrinkable.  A spoon of salt in a lake is almost unnoticed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Weigh the true advantages of forgiveness and resentment to the heart.  Then choose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;In the beginner's mind, there are many possibilities, in the expert's mind there are few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Happiness comes when your work and words are of benefit to yourself and others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Spiritual life should include a great measure of common sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;We can be spacious, yet full of loving kindness; full of compassion, yet serene.  Live like the strings of a fine instrument -- not too taut and not too loose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;If your compassion does not include yourself, it is incomplete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Good-humoured patience is necessary with mischievious children and your own mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Life is so hard, how can we be anything but kind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Our sorrows and wounds are healed only when we touch them with compassion.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Everything in moderation, including moderation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;There is only one time when it is essential to awaken.  That time is now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Through our senses the world appears.  Through our reactions we create delusions.  Without reactions the world becomes clear.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It is not our preferences that cause problems but our attachment to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The trouble is that you think you have time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/Rl7mKFY2QiI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/fEkqKsonsBA/s1600-h/br-0301b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/Rl7mKFY2QiI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/fEkqKsonsBA/s400/br-0301b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070743291385233954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Some days we feel like strangers.  When our heart opens, we will realize that we belongs just here.    Those who are awake live in a state of constant amazement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24475093-4921605876298317206?l=storiesnmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/feeds/4921605876298317206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24475093&amp;postID=4921605876298317206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24475093/posts/default/4921605876298317206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24475093/posts/default/4921605876298317206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2007/05/chinese-wisdom.html' title='Chinese Wisdom'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05437418929514574752'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/Rl7mPFY2QjI/AAAAAAAAB5g/ajA5xw_fEtw/s72-c/br-0269b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24475093.post-375243939938514777</id><published>2007-05-31T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T22:27:54.480+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Human shortcomings and weaknesses'/><title type='text'>Common Faults of Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/Rl7Zw1Y2QdI/AAAAAAAAB4w/MIQlU1DDtd4/s1600-h/chinese1z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/Rl7Zw1Y2QdI/AAAAAAAAB4w/MIQlU1DDtd4/s400/chinese1z.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070729663454003666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;There are many weapons which cause harm to oneself, for example wine, sex, fame, benefit and power.  Sword-play is also one of them.  A minor skill does harm and is nothing to be conceited about.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;According to Zhuang Zi, there are eight weaknesses and four shortcomings of men, which you must watch out for.  These are: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The eight weaknesses of men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;1.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meddling&lt;/span&gt; : To do something you ought not to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;2.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wheedling&lt;/span&gt; : Rambling on despite having your suggestion rejected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;3.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fawning&lt;/span&gt; : Figuring out people's minds and pleasing them with words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;4.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toading&lt;/span&gt; : Agreeing with others without judgment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;5.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back-biting &lt;/span&gt;: Criticizing people's weakness behind their backs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;6.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trouble-making&lt;/span&gt; : Breaking up friendship between two persons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Intriguing&lt;/span&gt; : Praising the vicious while ostracizing people we detest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;8.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slippery &lt;/span&gt;: Not telling good from evil while being ingratiating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Outwardly these eight weaknesses create trouble for people, inwardly they can damage the true self.  They are qualities which a man of wisdom keeps clear of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The four Shortcomings of men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;1.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ambitious &lt;/span&gt;: A penchant for talking on big jobs to seek credit and fame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;2.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Presumptuous&lt;/span&gt; : Being self-righteous and self-important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;3.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stubborness &lt;/span&gt;: defending one's fault while resenting exhortation from others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;4.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bigotry&lt;/span&gt; : Endorsing those with the same views as ours and condemning those with different views from ours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/Rl7Z-1Y2QeI/AAAAAAAAB44/HznLesqAfUQ/s1600-h/chinese5z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/Rl7Z-1Y2QeI/AAAAAAAAB44/HznLesqAfUQ/s400/chinese5z.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070729903972172258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A man dressed in snow-white clothes is not necessarily clean at heart.  It is better for one to remain poor than to get rich by wicked deeds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24475093-375243939938514777?l=storiesnmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/feeds/375243939938514777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24475093&amp;postID=375243939938514777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24475093/posts/default/375243939938514777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24475093/posts/default/375243939938514777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2007/05/common-faults-of-men.html' title='Common Faults of Men'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05437418929514574752'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/Rl7Zw1Y2QdI/AAAAAAAAB4w/MIQlU1DDtd4/s72-c/chinese1z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24475093.post-7779306912860111219</id><published>2007-05-30T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T22:56:42.135+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese Widom Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Wisdom of  Zhuang Zi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/Rl7fk1Y2QhI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/WRZBNsBOTO8/s1600-h/br-0332b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/Rl7fk1Y2QhI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/WRZBNsBOTO8/s400/br-0332b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070736054365340178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;There are ups and downs in one's life.  When one's in a low ebb, one must observe with wisdom and wait quietly for changes to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live every act fully, as if it were your last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Love in the past is only a memory.  Love in the future is a fantasy.  Only here and now can we truly love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Most of the sorrows of the earth humans cause for themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Even loss and betrayal can bring us awakening.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Words have the power to destroy or heal.  When words are both true and kind, they can change our world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Every wakeful step, every mindful act is the direct path to awakening.  Whenever you go, there you are.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Our own worst enemy cannot harm us as much as our unwise thoughts.  No one can help us as much as our own compassionate thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;In one's family, respect and listening are the source of harmony.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;To give your cow or sheep a large, spacious meadow is the best way to control him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The heart is like a garden.  It can grow compassion or fear, resentment or love.  What seeds will you plant there?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Do not blindly believe what others say.  See for yourself what brings contentment, clarity and peace.  That is the path for you to follow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The mind contains all possibilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;If you cannot find the truth right where you are, where else do you think you will find it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Life is as fleeting as a rainbow, a flash of lightning, a star at dawn - knowing this, how can you quarrel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hatred never ceases by hatred; by love alone is it healed.  This is the ancient and eternal law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;We are not independent but interdependent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/Rl7fblY2QgI/AAAAAAAAB5I/4Yx9XMPnAEI/s1600-h/br-0392b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/Rl7fblY2QgI/AAAAAAAAB5I/4Yx9XMPnAEI/s400/br-0392b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070735895451550210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The artisan can only teach you the basic rules, not his success secret; the swordsman can only teach you the basic styles, not his skills.  The intellectuals always value words printed in books, not knowing what's laid in between the lines are more valuable.  That explains why people who memorise passages are not necessarily good readers.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24475093-7779306912860111219?l=storiesnmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7779306912860111219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24475093&amp;postID=7779306912860111219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24475093/posts/default/7779306912860111219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24475093/posts/default/7779306912860111219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2007/05/wisdom-of-zhuang-zi.html' title='Wisdom of  Zhuang Zi'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05437418929514574752'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/Rl7fk1Y2QhI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/WRZBNsBOTO8/s72-c/br-0332b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24475093.post-2578779651277806343</id><published>2007-03-05T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T21:52:14.015+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Persevere To Achieve Your Dreams'/><title type='text'>No Pains No Gains</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/Rewfkn1C5MI/AAAAAAAAAgo/7Huq5KQFBwk/s1600-h/morisot.girl-reading.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/Rewfkn1C5MI/AAAAAAAAAgo/7Huq5KQFBwk/s400/morisot.girl-reading.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038436797147964610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary was a thrifty and hardworking girl.  She worked in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.answerenglish.co.uk/"&gt;London English School&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  Mary, a receptionist, often wished that she could have some fun like other girls.  Some of her friends whom she knew, always went to watch the latest movies, had meals in expensive restaurants and always wearing fashionable clothes.  Diana, for example, had at least three party dresses and many designer gowns.  "My life is all work!" Mary said to herself one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was indeed all work, because Mary's mother was dead and so, as well as working hard all day in the London English School in the large town in which she lived, Mary had to look after her father.  She cooked all his meals and kept the house spotlessly clean.  But she did not want to spend all her life doing this and so one night, when everything else was done, she decided to improve herself.  She wanted to be a good secretary in future.  She wanted to get a better pay job and she wanted to improve her English.  So Mary began to learn typing and shorthand.  She enrolled herself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.answerenglish.co.uk/"&gt;English Courses in London&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeks and months passed.  Mary was working harder and harder than before.  Work at the &lt;a href="http://www.answerenglish.co.uk/"&gt;London English School&lt;/a&gt; was tiring.  She was had to wake up early in the morning to go to work.  Besides answering numerous phone calls, she had to help in some administrative duties as well.  After work, she had to hurry to attend courses.  At night, when she reached home, she had to do household chores and after which she had to revise her studies.    However tiring and hard life is, she knew that she had to persevere, as she wanted to earn more money in her future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It will all pass, if I work hard enough," she thought as she walked with her shorthand book to the Commercial School, where she learnt shorthand and typing.  The room was busy as she entered it.  Other students were already seated behind the typewriters which were all new, since the school had only just opened.  The pupils were putting long pieces of white papers into the machines and setting the spaces and margins.  Soon the tap, tap, tap, of the keys could be heard as the class began its evening's work.  Mary became absorbed in hers.  She was very tired, but she tried her best to concentrate, looking all the time at the copy book lying beside her typewriter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have a good touch." said a voice.  "I have great hopes for you in the Diploma examination next week."  She looked up to find the Principal of the School standing by her desk.  This was indeed an honour.  "Your shorthand speeds are good too,"  went on the Principal.  "Try hard in your examination and then I will help you to find a good job.  Remember to practice your shorthand at home.  If you have no one to dictate to you, the voices on the radio can be used instead."  He walked to the next desk leaving Mary to her work and wondering just what time she could find to fit in any more practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Principal was right of course, as they usually are and Mary obtained her Diploma with very good marks.  Her English improved drastically as well.  She became the private Secretary to the Principal himself and had a pleasant job with a good salary.  She engaged a private nurse to care for her aged father.  Although she was still very industrious, she had time for pleasure and recreation.  She worked hard to achieve her dreams.  She knew that without pain there can never be any gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/24475093-2578779651277806343?l=storiesnmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/feeds/2578779651277806343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24475093&amp;postID=2578779651277806343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24475093/posts/default/2578779651277806343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24475093/posts/default/2578779651277806343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2007/03/no-pains-no-gains.html' title='No Pains No Gains'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05437418929514574752'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/Rewfkn1C5MI/AAAAAAAAAgo/7Huq5KQFBwk/s72-c/morisot.girl-reading.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24475093.post-517511839737603329</id><published>2007-02-23T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T11:20:19.010+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Principles of Good And Evil'/><title type='text'>Right Or Wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/Rd5dNiI7o5I/AAAAAAAAAYg/Hsk5VJlLvxc/s1600-h/BONIFACIO-VERONESE-Dives-and-Lazarus-detail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/Rd5dNiI7o5I/AAAAAAAAAYg/Hsk5VJlLvxc/s400/BONIFACIO-VERONESE-Dives-and-Lazarus-detail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034563920530744210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do you know that you are doing the right thing and you are doing the wrong thing? Every religion, there is a set of 'rules' to follow for you to lead an acceptable life, a good disciple of God. In Christians, there are the Ten Commandments. In school, there are rules for you to obey, in the nation, there are rules and regulations to follow as well. When there is a standard for you to follow and you deviate from it, you are consider a bad person. Just like in school, if you disobey the teachers, if you bully other students, then you are bad, you are evil if you purposely do the actions knowing that it is wrong and that such actions bring you satisfaction. Such a person is morally wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an article I have written at Helium:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Beyond the principles of good and evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I never study philosophy before. What really is philosophy I am no expert in this field. I learned little about it through browsing the internet for information. And living life is an experience and learning journey. From young we are taught in school what is right and what is wrong. What are the things that we should do and what are the things that we should not do. And today, children are still learning these through civics and moral education. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not all things can be taught and learn in school. As grown adults, even parents and teachers are not perfect beings. Teachers can only impart what they know. Not all people, like I say, is perfect. Nobody have knowledge of everything. So it is not possible for a whole class of students grasp what is good and evil at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To a little child, good is something that do not harm them. Good is something that they could be happy and probably comfortable with. Tell a child that something is evil. This child would not understand what is evil. Evil is something bad. Evil is something that harm you and cause you to be in pain, in grief or sadness. A person will appreciate what is good when faced with what is bad, in this case it could be something evil. Bad and evil? Evil seem more 'bad' than bad! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The existence of of religion governs people to be good. However, people err. People make mistakes. It is said that the nature of people is Good. But life is hard. To make a living and to fight for existence in this competitive world, people have to go beyond their own principles of good and evil. These people may even leading life with no principles at all. There are immoral people, swindlers, thief, robbers, etc who can do anything to bully people for thrill and for money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why people do bad things and ultimately they become evil? Through life circumstances, where there is love, there is hatred. Love becomes hate. When there is hatred, there is an urge to seek revenge on the person whom hurt you most. These will be evil thoughts in the mind on how to deal with this person. Evil thoughts lead to evil actions if the person cannot control themselves. Some people retort to other means to 'destroy' themselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When people are at odds ends, they can do anything such as killing people for revenge, blackmail people for money, plotting for bank robberies, raping to vent their frustration or anger, and so on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At times when people are not sure what they did is right or wrong, good or evil, on first attempt, they might wonder and feel guilty. But on second attempt and subsequent attempt, they find ways and means to justify their actions. They find excuses and reasons to show why they do such actions. To viewers, they might be wrong and consider evil to people around them. To them, they are feeling fine and happy and is consider good to them. In this way, good and evil like what some other people say, are just view points. It is true. However, certain things is clearcut. When it comes to committing adultery or killing people, there is no excuse. It is clear that whatever reasons you support is not going to justify your actions for these. Even though it is common for married couples to have affairs and for people to kill people, yet this is clear that they are NOT SOMETHING GOOD and remarkable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whatever it is, this world is all about survival of the fittest. People are born with combination of genes pass down from ancestors. There are good genes and bad genes. There are circumstances that trigger the 'work' of the bad genes and there are more evil doers in the nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helium.com/tm/176866"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Read what others have written for this topic or write another article here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helium.com/user/show/25549"&gt;Read all topics I have written at Helium&lt;/a&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/24475093-517511839737603329?l=storiesnmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/feeds/517511839737603329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24475093&amp;postID=517511839737603329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24475093/posts/default/517511839737603329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24475093/posts/default/517511839737603329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2007/02/right-or-wrong.html' title='Right Or Wrong'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05437418929514574752'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/Rd5dNiI7o5I/AAAAAAAAAYg/Hsk5VJlLvxc/s72-c/BONIFACIO-VERONESE-Dives-and-Lazarus-detail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24475093.post-5249535155291079357</id><published>2007-01-24T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T18:03:39.742+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enduring Love Story'/><title type='text'>Great Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/RbcuxK2H6BI/AAAAAAAAAP0/zE3mpnKAlA4/s1600-h/Andreotti_Federico_An_Afternoon_Tea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/RbcuxK2H6BI/AAAAAAAAAP0/zE3mpnKAlA4/s400/Andreotti_Federico_An_Afternoon_Tea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023535331614910482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The musty odour of mould hung heavily in the attic.  Lynn is a career woman.  She has an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.accountancyagejobs.com/"&gt;accounting job&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  Lynn could not remember when she had last entered the room.  She know however that it was a place that always fascinated her when she was a child; it seemed to be a repository of strange and mysterious relics, each with a long and chequered history behind it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She could recall how she was once scared out of her wits when she saw a fierce tiger staring intently at her, only to discover that it was a stuffed animal that her grandfather had bought when he was visiting a faraway place.  There were also scrolls of maps, another legacy of her sailor grandfather, which showed in archaic design, strange lands with drawings of odd looking creatures at the fringes.  She always thought that they were treasures at the fringes.  She always thought that they were treasure maps leading to vast riches amassed by some infamous pirates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As she walked through the litter of boxes in the attic, childhood memories flooded through her mind.  They transported her back to the time when she was still naive and innocent; when everything in the attic was special and magical.  Her eyes fell upon a dress hanging in one corner of the attic.  It was a beautiful wedding gown.  Although the pearls which lined the sleeves of the gown had lost their lustre, the immaculate craftsmanship of the gown was still unmistakable.  The multitude of fine and intricate designs gave the gown a shimmering effect, even though it was old with age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As Lynn bent down closer to examine the gown, she saw a quaint little book placed neatly under the folds of the dress.  Curiosity overwhelmed her and she opened the book.  She realized that it was her late grandmother's diary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The writing was elegant and flowing, betraying the refined spirit of her grandmother.  Lynn had never had a chance to meet her grandmother, who had a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.accountancyagejobs.com/"&gt;finance job&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  Her grandmother had passed away when Lynn was still a baby.  However, the diary gave her a window into her grandmother's personality and Lynn found out how romantic her grandmother was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Many of the pages were depictions of her love story with Lynn's grandfather, who had a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.accountancyagejobs.com/"&gt; finance career&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  (Visit AccountancyAgejobs.com for a list of finance jobs and accounting jobs in the UK.  You can search for your favourite accountancy and finance jobs there.)   Punctuated between the lines were poems she composed herself to describe the joys and sorrows of their courtship.  They had fought against convention to be together and endured many bouts of forced separation during their tumultuous relationship.  Never once, however, did she waver in her undying love for Lynn's grandfather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Words of hope filled the pages when they were not together.  Finally, on 21 September 1934, they were finally married.  Lynn cried when she read the joyous lines on that particular page,"He came into my house with the gown in his hands and went down on bended knees to ask for my hand in marriage.  My heart cried tears of joy.  I never dared believe that this day was possible."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Although no guests attended the wedding, both families disapproved of the union -- it did not matter.  The emptiness of the church was filled with the love of the married couple.  They were together and nothing else mattered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As Lynn shut the diary, she wished that she could have met her grandmother.  She also finally understood why her grandfather always had a wishful look of loss in his eyes when she was a child.  They must have truly loved each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;True happiness consists in decreasing the distance between our desires and our powers, in extablishing a perfect equilibrium between power and will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24475093-5249535155291079357?l=storiesnmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/feeds/5249535155291079357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24475093&amp;postID=5249535155291079357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24475093/posts/default/5249535155291079357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24475093/posts/default/5249535155291079357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2007/01/great-love.html' title='Great Love'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05437418929514574752'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-mPA_6ZQyg/RbcuxK2H6BI/AAAAAAAAAP0/zE3mpnKAlA4/s72-c/Andreotti_Federico_An_Afternoon_Tea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24475093.post-7680844147638282110</id><published>2007-01-17T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T15:55:13.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Aged Student</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.artprints.com/images/CLI/large/cli6266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sikaki was a skilled artist an artisan. With great expertise and interest, he made such a nice and beautiful inkpot that it could be presented to the king. He expected that, appreciating his artistic skill, the king would encourage him as far as possible. So, with countless hopes and thousand of desires, he presented that inkpot to the king. In the beginning the king was very impressed by his artistic skill but afterwards an unpleasant event occurred that caused an extraordinary change in Sikaki' s life and way of thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When the king was observing the skilled artistry of the beautiful inkpot and Sikaki was lost in the world of thoughts, the people informed that a scholar-literary person or jury is about to enter the court. As soon as the scholar entered, the king got so much absorbed in welcoming and talking to him that he forgot Sikaki and his skilled artistry. This incident caused an adverse and deep effect on the heart of Sikaki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He realized that now he would not receive the encouragement he had expected and all his desires and hopes are useless now. But Sikaki's high spirited mind did not allow him to be in peace, so he started thinking as to what should he do. He decided to do what the others have done and go on the same way that the others have gone (uptill now). Therefore, he decided to search for his lost hopes in the world of knowledge, literature and books. Although for a wise man who has passed the days of his young age, it was not easy to study with young children and to start right from the preliminary stage. But he did not have a choice . After all whenever the fish is taken out of water, it is fresh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Worse than that, in the beginning he did not find any sort of interest in himself regarding reading and writing. Perhaps spending a long time in artistic works and handicraft was the reason for stagnancy in his scientific and literary talent. But neither his advanced age nor lack of capability, none of these could change his decision. With great enthusiasm and zeal for attaining knowledge, he strictly got busy with his studies, until another incident occurred:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The teacher who was teaching him Shafi 'I jurisprudence (fiqh Shafi 'I), taught him this lesson,"The teacher believes that the skin of a dog becomes clean (tahir) after tanning." Sikaki repeated this sentence a lot of times so that at the time of examination he should be able to succeed. But when he was asked to answer this question, he said, "The dog believes that the skin of a teacher becomes clean after tanning."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The audience upon hearing this answer started laughing. It was clear for everybody that this old man is absolutely incapable of reading and writing. After this incident Sikaki not only left the school , but he left the town and went towards the jungle. By chance, he reached the foot of a mountain, where he saw that the water is falling drop by drop from the top and due to the continuous falling of water, a hole had been formed in that hard stone. He reflected for sometime, a good idea crossed his mind like lightning.  And he said, "Maybe my heart is not ready to accept (knowledge) but it is not harder than this stone. It is impossible that continuous studying and hard work would be ineffective."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Therefore, he came back and with hard work, he got busy in the attainment of knowledge. As a result he was reckoned as one of the popular scholars of his time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artprints.com/gallbig.asp?affid=1175&amp;id=189507" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.artprints.com/images/APP/large/APPGM615.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Books are the gardens of learned.  The man of learning is alive even after his death. The man of ignorance is dead even while he is alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A person is never too old to learn anything.    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They offer all types of language training such as Spanish, English, Italian, French and others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24475093-7680844147638282110?l=storiesnmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/feeds/7680844147638282110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24475093&amp;postID=7680844147638282110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24475093/posts/default/7680844147638282110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24475093/posts/default/7680844147638282110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2007/01/aged-student.html' title='An Aged Student'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05437418929514574752'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24475093.post-3287616311027711341</id><published>2007-01-15T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T23:50:49.910+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moral Story About Happiness'/><title type='text'>Story Of Crystal Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.artprints.com/gallbig.asp?affid=1175&amp;id=66418" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.artprints.com/images/ROS/large/rosspl3025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the south of Spain, there was a small village whose people were very joyful and lucky. The children played under the shade of trees in the gardens of their home. A shepherd boy whose name was Nasir, stayed near the village with his father, mother and grandmother. Early morning each day, he takes his herd of goats up the hills to find a suitable place for them to graze. In the afternoon he would return with them to the village. At night his grandmother would tell him a story. The story of stars. This story really interested Nasir. As usual, on one of these days, as Nasir was watching his herd and playing his flute he suddenly saw a wonderful light behind the flower bush. When he came towards the branches he saw a transparent and most beautiful crystal ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The crystal ball was glittering like a colorful rainbow. Nasir carefully took it in his hand and turned it around. With surprise suddenly he heard a weak voice coming from the crystal ball. It said, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You can make a wish that your heart desires and I will fulfill it.&lt;/span&gt;" Nasir could not believe that he had actually heard a voice. But he became so engrossed in his thoughts for he had so many wishes but he must wish for something which was impossible like the wish to be able to fly. He said to himself, if I wait till tomorrow I will remember many things. He put the crystal ball in a bag and gathered the herd, happily returned back to the village. He decided that he would not tell anyone about the crystal ball. On the following day also, Nasir could not decide what to wish for, because he really had everything he needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The days passed as usual, and Nasir appeared to be very cheerful that the people around him were amazed to see his cheerful disposition. One day a boy followed Nasir and his herd and hid behind a tree. Nasir as usual sat in one corner, took out the crystal ball and for a few moments looked at it. The boy waited for the moment when Nasir would go to sleep. Then he took the crystal ball and ran away. When he arrived in the village, he called all the people and showed them the crystal ball. The citizens of that village took the crystal ball in their hand and turned it around with surprise. Suddenly they heard a voice from inside the crystal ball, which says, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"I can fulfill your wish."&lt;/span&gt; One person took the ball and screamed, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I want one bag full of gold.&lt;/span&gt;" Another took the ball and said loudly, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"I want two chest full of jewelry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some of them wished that they would have their own palace with grand door made from pure gold instead of their old houses. Some also wished for bags full of jewelry, but nobody asked for gardens in their palaces. All their wishes were fulfilled but still the citizen of the village were not happy. They were jealous because the person that had a palace had no gold and the person that had the gold had no palace. For this reason, the citizens of the village were angry and were not speaking to each other. There was not even one garden which existed in the village where the children could play. The patience of the children was running out and they were uncomfortable. Nasir and his family were happy and pleased. Every morning and afternoon he would play the flute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The children could not wait anymore and decided to return the crystal ball to Nasir. The parents and neighbours went to him. The children said to Nasir, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;When we had a small village we all were happy and joyful.&lt;/span&gt;" The parent also spoke,"&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;In one way or another nobody is happy. The expensive palaces and jewelry only bring us pain.&lt;/span&gt;"  When Nasir saw that the people were really regretful, he said,"&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I have not wished till now, if you really want everything to return to its own place, then I will wish for it." &lt;/span&gt; Everyone happily agreed. Nasir took the crystal ball in his hand turned around and wished that the village become the same as it was before. Everyone quickly turned towards the village and saw it became the same old village with gardens full of trees and fruits. Once again the people started to live happily and the children played under the shade of trees. From the next day and everyday at sunset the sound of Nasir's flute could be heard in the village.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artprints.com/gallbig.asp?affid=1175&amp;id=83184" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.artprints.com/images/TEL/large/telbt73164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Moral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;This story teaches us that we should be happy and content always, with whatever we have and not to be greedy, because of the following reasons (Wise Old Sayings):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Money can't buy Happiness&lt;br /&gt;MONEY can buy bed, but not sleep;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;MONEY can buy books, but not wisdom;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;MONEY can buy food, but not appetite;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;MONEY can buy medicine, but not health;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;MONEY can buy finery, but not real beauty;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;MONEY can buy paintings, but not the artistry;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;MONEY can buy a house, but not a home;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;MONEY can buy luxuries, but not culture;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;MONEY can buy companions, but not friends;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;MONEY can buy marriage, but not love;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;MONEY can buy clothes, but not personality;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;MONEY can buy anything, but not heaven;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;MONEY can buy tombstone, but not death;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;MONEY can buy almost everything, but not the dignity and respect of being who we are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24475093-3287616311027711341?l=storiesnmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24475093.post-956850090694186719</id><published>2007-01-14T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T00:16:55.949+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Appearance Is Deceptive'/><title type='text'>Stanford University</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.artprints.com/gallbig.asp?affid=1175&amp;id=25105" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.artprints.com/images/OWP/large/owp2377c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A lady in a faded gingham dress and her husband, dressed in a homespun threadbare suit, stepped off the train in Boston and walk timidly without an appointment into the Harvard University President's outer office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The secretary could tell in a moment that such backwoods, country hicks had no business at Harvard and probably didn't even deserve to be in Cambridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;We want to see the president&lt;/span&gt;," the man said softly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;He'll be busy all day&lt;/span&gt;," the secretary snapped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;We'll wait&lt;/span&gt;," the lady replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For hours the secretary ignored them, hoping that the couple would finally become discouraged and go away. They didn't and the secretary grew frustrated and finally decided to disturb the president, even though it was a chore she always regretted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"Maybe if you see them for a few minutes, they'll leave,&lt;/span&gt;" she said to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He sighed in exasperation and nodded. Someone of his importance obviously didn't have the time to spend with them, but he detested gingham dresses and homespun suits cluttering up his outer office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The president, stern faced and with dignity, strutted toward the couple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The lady told him, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;We had a son who attended Harvard for one year. He loved Harvard. He was happy here. But about a year ago, he was accidentally killed. My husband and I would like to erect a memorial to him, somewhere on campus.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The president wasn't touched.... He was shocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Madam&lt;/span&gt;," he said, gruffly, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;we can't put up a statue for every person who attended Harvard and died. If we did, this place would look like a cemetery.&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, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh, no&lt;/span&gt;," the lady explained quickly. "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;We don't want to erect a statue. We thought we would like to give a building to Harvard.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The president rolled his eyes. He glanced at the gingham dress and homespun suit, and then exclaimed, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;A building! Do you have any earthly idea how much a building costs? We have over seven and a half million dollars in the physical buildings here at Harvard."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For a moment the lady was silent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The president was pleased. Maybe he could get rid of them now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The lady turned to her husband and said quietly, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Is that all it costs to start a university? Why don't we just start our own?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Her husband nodded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The president's face wilted in confusion and bewilderment. Mr. and Mrs. Leland Stanford got up and walked away, traveling to Palo Alto, California where they established the University that bears their name, Stanford University, a memorial to a son that Harvard no longer cared about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artprints.com/gallbig.asp?affid=1175&amp;id=63631" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.artprints.com/images/LAND/large/landca932.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stanford University By Landmark Publishing Corperation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You can easily judge the character of others by how they treat those who they think can do nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Do Not Judge a Book by its Cover!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24475093-956850090694186719?l=storiesnmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/feeds/956850090694186719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24475093&amp;postID=956850090694186719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24475093/posts/default/956850090694186719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24475093/posts/default/956850090694186719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2007/01/stanford-university.html' title='Stanford University'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05437418929514574752'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24475093.post-116855886868627843</id><published>2007-01-12T07:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T07:41:09.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cats &amp; Roosters Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3061/713/1600/479701/rooster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3061/713/400/728470/rooster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once upon a time in Africa, roosters ruled cats. The cats worked hard all day and at night they had to bring all they had gathered for the roosters. The king of the roosters would take all the food for himself and for the other roosters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The roosters loved to eat ants. Thus, every cat had a purse hung round its neck, which it filled with ants for the king of the roosters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The cats did not like the situation. They wanted to rid themselves of the king so that the food they gathered through hard work and great difficulty would be their own. But they were afraid of the roosters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The roosters had told the cats that rooster's combs were made out of fire and that the fire of their combs would burn anyone who disobeyed them! The cats believed them and therefore worked from early morning until night for the roosters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One night, the fire on the house of Mrs. Cat went out. She told her kitten, Fluffy, to bring some fire from Mr. Rooster's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When Fluffy went into the house of the rooster, she saw that Mr. Rooster was fast asleep, his stomach swollen with the ants he had eaten. The kitten was afraid to wake the rooster, so she returned home empty handed and told her mother what had happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3061/713/1600/836554/grape_jellyfish_playtime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3061/713/400/681063/grape_jellyfish_playtime.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mrs. Cat said, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Now that the rooster is asleep, gather some dry twigs and place them near his comb. As soon as the twigs catch fire, bring them home.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fluffy gathered some dry twigs and took them to the rooster's house. He was still asleep. Fluffy fearfully put the dry twigs near the rooster's comb but it was no use, the twigs did not catch fire. Fluffy rubbed the twigs against the rooster's comb again but it was no use they would not catch fire. Fluffy returned home without any fire and told her mother, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The rooster's comb does not set twigs on fire.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mrs. Cat answered "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Why can't you do anything right! Come with me I'll show you how to make fire with the rooster's comb.&lt;/span&gt;" So together they went to the house of Mr. Rooster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He was still asleep. Mrs. Cat put the twigs as near to the rooster's comb as she could. But the twigs did not catch fire. Then, shaking with fear, she put her paw near the rooster's comb and gently touched it. To her surprise, the comb was not hot, it was very cold, and it was just red colored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As soon as Mrs. Cat realized that the roosters had lied to the cats about their combs, she joyfully went out and told the other cats about the rooster's tricks. From that day on, the cats no longer worked for the roosters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At first, the king of the roosters became very angry and said to the cats, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I will burn all of your houses if you do not work for me!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But the cats said, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Your comb is not made of fire. It is just the color of fire. We touched it when you were sleep. You lied to us&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When the king of the roosters found out that the cats knew that he had lied to them, he ran away. Now, whenever roosters see a cat, they scurry away, because to this very day they are afraid of cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3061/713/1600/828872/Banty%20Rooster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3061/713/400/268576/Banty%20Rooster1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Never Lie or Cheat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24475093-116855886868627843?l=storiesnmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/feeds/116855886868627843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24475093&amp;postID=116855886868627843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24475093/posts/default/116855886868627843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24475093/posts/default/116855886868627843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2007/01/cats-roosters-story.html' title='The Cats &amp; Roosters Story'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05437418929514574752'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24475093.post-116853340849330305</id><published>2007-01-11T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T07:43:55.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Illusion Of Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3061/713/1600/361465/Edenpics-com_003-005-Sunset-on-a-pond-with-reflection-of-the-trees-in-the-water-Switzerland-St.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3061/713/400/87242/Edenpics-com_003-005-Sunset-on-a-pond-with-reflection-of-the-trees-in-the-water-Switzerland-St.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should open our minds and hearts to new information, ideas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; and points of view, and be willing to change our paradigms when it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;becomes clear that they are wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once there was a king who had presented his daughter, the princess, with a beautiful diamond necklace. The necklace was stolen and his people in the kingdom searched everywhere but could not find it. Some said a bird might have stolen it. The king then asked them all to search for it and put a reward for $50,000 for anyone who found it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The River was completely polluted.  One day a clerk was walking home along a river next to an industrial area. This river was completely polluted, filthy and smelly. As he was walking, the clerk saw a shimmering in the river and when he looked, he saw the diamond necklace. He decided to try and catch it so that he could get the $50,000 reward. He put his hand in the filthy, dirty river and grabbed the necklace, but somehow missed it and did not catch it. He took his hand out and looked again and the necklace was still there. He tried again, this time he walked in the river and dirtied his pants in the filthy river and put his whole arm in to catch the necklace. But strangely, he still missed the necklace! He came out and started walking away, feeling depressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then again he saw the necklace, right there. This time he was determined to get it, no matter what. He decided to plunge into the river, although it was a disgusting thing to do as the river was polluted, and his whole body would become filthy. He plunged in, and searched everywhere for the necklace and yet he failed. This time he was really bewildered and came out feeling very depressed that he could not get the necklace that would get him $50,000.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just then a saint who was walking by, saw him, and asked him what was the matter. The clerk didn't want to share the secret with the saint, thinking the saint might take the necklace for himself, so he refused to tell the saint anything. But the saint could see this man was troubled and being compassionate, again asked the clerk to tell him the problem and promised that he would not tell anyone about it. The clerk mustered some courage and decided to put some faith in the saint. He told the saint about the necklace and how he tried and tried to catch it, but kept failing. The saint then told him that perhaps he should try looking upward, toward the branches of the tree, instead of in the filthy river. The clerk looked up and true enough, the necklace was dangling on the branch of a tree. He had been trying to capture a mere reflection of the real necklace all this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3061/713/1600/527712/lake-reflection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3061/713/400/716437/lake-reflection.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Moral of the story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Material happiness is just like the filthy, polluted river; because it is a mere reflection of the TRUE happiness in the spiritual world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;We can never achieve the happiness we are looking for no matter how hard we endeavor in material life. Instead we should look upwards, toward God, who is the source of real happiness, and stop chasing after the reflection of this happiness in the material world. This spiritual happiness is the only thing that can satisfy us completely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24475093-116853340849330305?l=storiesnmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/feeds/116853340849330305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24475093&amp;postID=116853340849330305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24475093/posts/default/116853340849330305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24475093/posts/default/116853340849330305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2007/01/illusion-of-reflection.html' title='The Illusion Of Reflection'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05437418929514574752'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24475093.post-116860824883743879</id><published>2007-01-10T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T21:51:22.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 99 Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Story About Contentment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3061/713/1600/744526/vicflowerhair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3061/713/400/287238/vicflowerhair.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some time ago, there lived a King. This King should have been contented with his life, given all the riches and luxuries he had. However, this was not the case! The King always found himself wondering why he just never seemed content with his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sure, he had the attention of everyone wherever he went, attended fancy dinners and parties, but somehow, he still felt something was lacking and he couldn't put his finger on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One day, the King had woken up earlier than usual to stroll around his palace. He entered his huge living room and came to a stop when he heard someone happily singing away... following this singing... he saw that one of the servants was singing and had a very contented look on his face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This fascinated the King and he summoned this man to his chambers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The man entered the King's chambers as ordered. The King asked why he was so happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To this the man replied, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Your Majesty, I am nothing but a servant, but I make enough of a living to keep my wife and children happy. We don't need too much, a roof over our heads and warm food to fill our tummy. My wife and children are my inspiration, they are content with whatever little I bring home. I am happy because my family is happy.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hearing this, the King dismissed the servant and summoned his Personal Assistant to his chambers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The King related his personal anguish about his feelings and then related the story of the servant to his Personal Assistant, hoping that somehow, he will be able to come up with some reasoning that here was a King who could have anything he wished for at a snap of his fingers and yet was not contented, whereas, his servant, having so little was extremely contented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Personal Assistant listened attentively and came to a conclusion. He said, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Your Majesty, I believe that the servant has not been made part of The 99 Club.&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, 51, 204);"&gt;The 99 Club? And what exactly is that?&lt;/span&gt;" the King inquired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To which the Assistant replied, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Your Majesty, to truly know what The 99 Club is, you will have to do the following... place 99 Gold coins in a bag and leave it at this servant's doorstep, you will then understand what The 99 Club is.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That very same evening, the King arranged for 99 Gold coins to be placed in a bag at the servant's doorstep. Although he was slightly hesitant and he thought he should have put 100 Gold coins into the bag, but since his assistant had advised him to put 99 that is what he did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The servant was just stepping out of his house when he saw a bag at his doorstep. Wondering about its contents, he took it into his house and opened the bag. When he opened the bag, he let out a great big shout of joy...Gold Coins... so many of them. He could hardly believe it. He called his wife to show her the coins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He then took the bag to a table and emptied it out and began to count the coins. Doing so, he realized that there were 99 coins and he thought it was an odd number so he counted again, and again and again only to come to the same conclusion... 99 Gold Coins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He began to wonder, what could have happened to that last 1 coin? For no one would leave 99 coins. He began to search his entire house, looked around his backyard for hours, not wanting to lose out on that one coin. Finally, exhausted, he decided that he was going to have to work harder than ever to make up for that 1 Gold coin to make his entire collection an even 100 Gold Coins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He got up the next morning, in an extremely horrible mood, shouting at the children and his wife for his delay, not realizing that he had spent most of the night conjuring ways of working hard so that he had enough money to buy himself that gold coin. He went to work as usual - but not in his usual best mood, singing happily - as he grumpily did his daily errands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seeing the man's attitude change so drastically, the King was puzzled. He promptly summoned his assistant to his chambers. The King related his thoughts about the servant and once again, his assistant listened. The King could not believe that the servant who until yesterday had been singing away and was happy and content with his life had taken a sudden change of attitude, even though he should have been happier after receiving the gold coins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To this the assistant replied, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Ah! But your Majesty, the servant has now officially joined The 99 Club.&lt;/span&gt;" He explained,"&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The 99 Club is just a name given to those people who have everything but yet are never contented, therefore they are always working hard and striving for that extra 1 to round it out to 100!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;We have so much to be thankful for and we can live with very little in our lives, but the minute we are given something bigger and better, we want even more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;We are not the same happy contented person we used to be, we want more and more and by wanting more and more we don't realize the price we pay for it. We lose our sleep, our happiness; we hurt the people around us just as a price to pay for our growing needs and desires. That is what joining The 99 Club is all about."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hearing this the King decided that from that day onwards, he was going to start appreciating all the little things in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3061/713/1600/67412/flowers_060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3061/713/400/749309/flowers_060.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Striving for more is always good, but let's not strive so hard and for so much that we loses all those near and dear to our hearts, we shouldn't compromise our happiness for moments of luxuries!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24475093-116860824883743879?l=storiesnmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/feeds/116860824883743879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24475093&amp;postID=116860824883743879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24475093/posts/default/116860824883743879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24475093/posts/default/116860824883743879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2007/01/99-club.html' title='The 99 Club'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05437418929514574752'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24475093.post-115310882859267101</id><published>2006-07-17T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T12:05:41.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Philosophical Quotes II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3061/713/1600/nature_24.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3061/713/400/nature_24.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;When I die, I will not see myself die, for the first time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Antonio Porchia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The foot feels the foot when it feels the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;   ~Buddha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;We become aware of the void as we fill it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;  ~Antonio Porchia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;If I make the lashes dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And the eyes more bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And the lips more scarlet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Or ask if all be right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;From mirror after mirror,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;No vanity's displayed:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I'm looking for the face I had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Before the world was made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~W.B. Yeats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Almost every wise saying has an opposite one, no less wise, to balance it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Santayana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The opposite of a correct statement is a false statement. But the opposite of a profound truth may well be another profound truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Niels Bohr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Who is more foolish, the child afraid of the dark or the man afraid of the light?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Maurice Freehill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I believe that men are generally still a little afraid of the dark, though the witches are all hung, and Christianity and candles have been introduced. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Henry David Thoreau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Because they know the name of what I am looking for, they think they know what I am looking for!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Antonio Porchia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Eggs cannot be unscrambled.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~American Proverb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A thing, until it is everything, is noise, and once it is everything it is silence.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Antonio Porchia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The road was new to me, as roads always are going back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;  ~Sarah Orne Jewett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;We used to think that if we knew one, we knew two, because one and one are two. We are finding that we must learn a great deal more about "and." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Arthur Stanley Eddington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;No snowflake ever falls in the wrong place.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Zen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The moment a little boy is concerned with which is a jay and which is a sparrow, he can no longer see the birds or hear them sing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Eric Berne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Nearly all men die of their remedies, and not of their illnesses.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Jean Baptiste Molière&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The charm of history and its enigmatic lesson consist in the fact that, from age to age, nothing changes and yet everything is completely different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Aldous Huxley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Genuine tragedies in the world are not conflicts between right and wrong.  They are conflicts between two rights.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Georg Hegel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;When I break any of the chains that bind me I feel that I make myself smaller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;  ~Antonio Porchia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;We are spirits clad in veils.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Christopher P. Cranch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;If I am not pleased with myself, but should wish to be other than I am, why should I think highly of the influences which have made me what I am? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~John Lancaster Spalding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Before I travelled my road I was my road.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Antonio Porchia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;If a man will begin with certainties, he shall end in doubts, but if he will content to begin with doubts, he shall end in certainties. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;~Francis Bacon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;To believe with certainty we must begin with doubting.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Stanislaus I of Poland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The world always makes the assumption that the exposure of an error is identical with the discovery of truth - that the error and truth are simply opposite. They are nothing of the sort. What the world turns to, when it is cured on one error, is usually simply another error, and maybe one worse than the first one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;  ~H.L. Mencken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The future influences the present just as much as the past.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~John Muir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;One does what one is; one becomes what one does.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Robert von Musil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You can't fall off the floor.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &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/24475093-115310882859267101?l=storiesnmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/feeds/115310882859267101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24475093&amp;postID=115310882859267101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24475093/posts/default/115310882859267101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24475093/posts/default/115310882859267101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/07/philosophical-quotes-ii.html' title='Philosophical Quotes II'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05437418929514574752'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24475093.post-115310737498037881</id><published>2006-07-16T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T11:41:15.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Philosophical Quotes I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3061/713/1600/Molineux_og_English_garden_02_07_2002.sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3061/713/400/Molineux_og_English_garden_02_07_2002.sized.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;If you're going to tickle, use a feather not a whip.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Audrey Foris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;He who has seen present things has seen all, both everything which has taken place from all eternity and everything which will be for time without end; for all things are of one kin and of one form. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Marcus Aurelius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;If you chase two rabbits, you will not catch either one.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Russian Proverb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The observer, when he seems to himself to be observing a stone, is really, if physics is to be believed, observing the effects of the stone upon himself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Bertrand Russell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;  ~Roger Miller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The obstacle is the path.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Zen Proverb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It is better to know some of the questions than all of the answers.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~James Thurber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It is easy to stand a pain, but difficult to stand an itch.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Chang Ch'ao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it's not the same river and he's not the same man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Heraclitus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You are fastened to them and cannot understand how, because they are not fastened to you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Antonio Porchia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;One day, someone showed me a glass of water that was half full. And he said, "Is it half full or half empty?" So I drank the water. No more problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Alexander Jodorowsky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~George Gordon, Lord Byron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Extreme remedies are very appropriate for extreme diseases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;  ~Hippocrates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It takes all the running you can do just to keep in the same place.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Lewis Carroll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;We waste a lot of time running after people we could have caught by just standing still.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Mignon McLaughlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You can't reason someone out of a position they didn't reason themselves into.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I slept with faith and found a corpse in my arms on awakening; I drank and danced all night with doubt and found her a virgin in the morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Aleister Crowley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You can see a lot by just looking.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Yogi Berra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Proverbs often contradict one another, as any reader soon discovers. The sagacity that advises us to look before we leap promptly warns us that if we hesitate we are lost; that absence makes the heart grow fonder, but out of sight, out of mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Leo Rosten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Who depends on another man's table often dines late.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~John Ray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Things are entirely what they appear to be and behind them... there is nothing.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;~Jean Paul Sartre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;When the pain is great enough, we will let anyone be doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;  ~Mignon McLaughlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A thousand men can't undress a naked man.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Greek Proverb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I stop wanting what I am looking for, looking for it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Antonio Porchia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;We often repent the good we have done as well as the ill.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~William Hazlitt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24475093-115310737498037881?l=storiesnmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/feeds/115310737498037881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24475093&amp;postID=115310737498037881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24475093/posts/default/115310737498037881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24475093/posts/default/115310737498037881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/07/philosophical-quotes-i.html' title='Philosophical Quotes I'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05437418929514574752'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24475093.post-115286014908846740</id><published>2006-07-15T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T15:02:28.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes About Philosophy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1152/2355/1600/vic95.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1152/2355/400/vic95.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The point of philosophy is to start with something so simple as not to seem worth stating, and to end with something so paradoxical that no one will believe it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Bertrand Russell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Leisure is the mother of Philosophy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Thomas Hobbes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Philosophy is just a hobby.  You can't open a philosophy factory.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Dewey Selmon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The natural philosophers are mostly gone.  We modern scientists are adding too many decimals.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Martin H. Fischer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;My definition of a philosopher is of a man up in a balloon, with his family and friends holding the ropes which confine him to earth and trying to haul him down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Louisa May Alcott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Philosophy begins in wonder.  And, at the end, when philosophic thought has done its best, the wonder remains.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Alfred North Whitehead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;All are lunatics, but he who can analyze his delusion is called a philosopher.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Ambrose Bierce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;To live alone one must be a beast or a god, says Aristotle.  Leaving out the third case:  one must be both - a philosopher.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Being a philosopher, I have a problem for every solution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;  ~Robert Zend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Metaphysics is a dark ocean without shores or lighthouse, strewn with many a philosophic wreck.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Immanuel Kant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Nobody can have the consolations of religion or philosophy unless he has first experienced their desolations.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Aldous Huxley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Philosophy, like medicine, has plenty of drugs, few good remedies, and hardly any specific cures.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Nicolas Chamfort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Philosophers, for the most part, are constitutionally timid, and dislike the unexpected. Few of them would be genuinely happy as pirates or burglars. Accordingly they invent systems which make the future calculable, at least in its main outlines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;  ~Bertrand Russell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;To teach how to live with uncertainty, yet without being paralyzed by hesitation, is perhaps the chief thing that philosophy can do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Bertrand Russell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~John Keats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;What is the first business of philosophy? To part with self-conceit. For it is impossible for anyone to begin to learn what he thinks that he already knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;  ~Epictetus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Philosophy is a state of fermentation, a process without final outcome.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Esa Saarinen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;To ridicule philosophy is really to philosophize.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Blaise Pascal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;We come late, if at all, to wine and philosophy:  whiskey and action are easier.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~Mignon McLaughlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Philosophy will clip an angel's wings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Conquer all mysteries by rule and line,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Unweave a rainbow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~John Keats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Philosophy triumphs easily over past evils and future evils; but present evils triumph over it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;~La Rochefoucauld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Philosophy:  A route of many roads leading from nowhere to nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;~Ambrose Bierce&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/24475093-115286014908846740?l=storiesnmore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/feeds/115286014908846740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24475093&amp;postID=115286014908846740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24475093/posts/default/115286014908846740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24475093/posts/default/115286014908846740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/07/quotes-about-philosophy.html' title='Quotes About Philosophy'/><author><name>Peace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10140613670900191460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05437418929514574752'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24475093.post-115277235405028921</id><published>2006-07-14T04:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T14:39:03.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aesop's Fables</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3061/713/1600/p-1706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3061/713/400/p-1706.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fables are little anecdotes that show us life, values and principles fleshed out using humans, animals, or even objects as characters.  Hence, fables are valuable tools for us to communicate messages of morality and values to the young.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarded by many as the father of all fables, Aesop's tales have shed light on many important issues in life.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These whimsical fables vividly illustrate human nature and all its foibles that have remained unchanged through the centuries.  Each tale entertains and amuses even as it instructs and inspires.  You will grapple with age-old moral issues and find liberating insights.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Click on the link below to read these fables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;1. Stories Related To Efficiency&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/06/astronomer.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Astronomer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/06/fox-and-goat.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Fox And The Goat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/07/mice-in-council.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Mice In Council&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/07/travellers-by-shore.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Travellers By The Shore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/07/widow-and-her-maids.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Widow And Her Maids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/07/man-his-son-and-donkey.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Man, His Son And The Ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/06/farmer-and-his-sons.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Farmer And His Sons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/06/swan-and-master.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Swan And The Master&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/07/piping-fisherman.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Piping Fisherman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/07/old-man-and-his-sweethearts.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Greying Man And His Sweethearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/07/hunter-and-woodcutter.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Hunter And The Woodcutter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/07/fortune-teller.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Fortune-Teller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/07/trumpeter.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Trumpeter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Stories About  Self-Control&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/05/deer-and-vine.html"&gt;The Deer and The Vine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/05/coward-and-crow.html"&gt;The Coward and The Crow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/05/young-goat-and-wolf.html"&gt;The Goat  And The Wolf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/05/horse-and-boar.html"&gt;The Horse and The Boar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/05/fox-and-monkey.html"&gt;The Fox And The Monkey Who Was Chosen King&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/05/man-and-painted-lion.html"&gt;The Young Man and The Painted Lion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/05/boy-hunting-locusts.html"&gt;The Boy Hunting Locusts And The Scorpion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/05/mouse-and-frog.html"&gt;The Mouse And The Frog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/05/two-fighting-cocks-and-eagle.html"&gt;Two Fighting Cocks and The Eagle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/06/mice-and-weasels.html"&gt;The Mice and The Weasels&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/05/wolf-and-lion.html"&gt;The Wolf Who Is Proud Of His Shadow And The Lion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;3.  Stories Related To Foresight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/05/fox-who-was-too-full.html"&gt;The Fox Who Was Too Full&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/05/fox-and-lioness.html"&gt;Mother Lioness And The Fox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/05/cicada-and-ant.html"&gt;The Cicada And The Ant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/05/father-and-his-two-daughters.html"&gt;The Father And His Two Daughters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/05/lion-and-hare.html"&gt;The Lion And The Hare&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/05/drowning-boy.html"&gt;The Drowning Boy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/03/milkmaid.html"&gt;The Milkmaid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/05/boy-and-filberts.html"&gt; The Boy And The Filberts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/03/hare-and-tortoise.html"&gt;The Hare And The Tortoise&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/05/two-dogs.html"&gt;The Two Dogs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/05/two-men-who-were-enemies.html"&gt;The Two Men Who Were Enemies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/05/fowler-and-viper.html"&gt;The Fowler And The Viper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/05/mosquito-and-lion.html"&gt; The Mosquito And The Lion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;4.  Stories Related To Contentment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/04/herdsman-and-lost-bull.html"&gt;The Herdsman and the Lion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/04/town-mouse-and-country-mouse.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Town Mouse and the Country Mouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/04/raven-and-pigeons.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Raven and the Pigeon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/04/ass-and-his-master.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Ass and His Master&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/04/snake-weasel-and-rats.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Snake, The Weasel and the Rats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/04/goose-with-golden-eggs.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Goose Which Laid Golden Eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/04/man-and-golden-lion.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Man Who Discovered the Golden Lion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/04/ass-and-charger.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Ass and the Charger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/04/dog-and-his-reflection.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Dog and His Reflection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/04/miser.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Miser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;5.  Stories That Teach About Integrity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/03/boy-who-cried-wolf.html"&gt;The Boy Who Cried Wolf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/03/woman-and-her-drunkard-husband.html"&gt;The Woman and Her Drunkard Husband&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/03/young-thief-and-his-mother.html"&gt;The Young Thief and His Mother&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/03/monkey-and-dolphin.html"&gt;The Monkey and the Dolphin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/03/man-and-lion.html"&gt;The Man and The Lion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/03/flea-and-man.html"&gt;The Flea and the Man&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/03/fox-and-frog.html"&gt;The Frog Doctor and the Fox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/03/wolf-and-lion.html"&gt;The Wolf and the Lion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/03/cat-and-venus.html"&gt;Venus and the Cat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/03/kingdom-of-lion.html"&gt;The Kingdom of the Lion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/03/old-woman-and-physician.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/03/old-woman-and-physician.html"&gt;The Old Woman and the Physician&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;6.  Stories About Discernment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/04/thief-and-watchdog.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The Thief and The Watchdog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/04/wolf-and-cicada.html"&gt;The Cicada and The Wolf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/04/thief-and-cock.html"&gt;The Thief and The Cock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/05/bald-knight.html"&gt;The Bald Knight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/05/farmer-and-snake.html"&gt;The Farmer and The Snake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/04/sick-lion.html"&gt;The Sick Lion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/05/stag-and-his-antlers.html"&gt;The Stag and His Antlers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/05/spendthrift-and-swallow.html"&gt;The Spendthrift and The Swallow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/05/doe-and-lion.html"&gt;The Doe and The Lion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/05/ass-cock-and-lion.html"&gt;The Ass, The Cock and The Lion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/05/lion-who-fell-in-love.html"&gt;The Lion Who Fell In Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/05/wolf-and-sheepdog.html"&gt;The Wolf and The Sheepdog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/05/ant-and-fly.html"&gt;The Ant and The Fly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;7.  Stories About Cooperation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/04/farmer-and-eagle.html"&gt;The Farmer and the Eagle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/04/travellers-and-axe.html"&gt;The Travellers and The Axe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/04/wolf-and-crane.html"&gt;The Wolf and the Crane&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/04/lion-and-dolphin.html"&gt;The Lion and the Dolphin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/04/wolf-and-shepherd-ii.html"&gt;The Wolf and The Shepherd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/04/goatherd-and-wild-goats.html"&gt;The Goatherd and the Wild Goats&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/04/farmer-and-his-quarrelsome-sons.html"&gt;The Farmer and His Quarrelsome Sons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/04/fox-and-bramble.html"&gt;The Fox and the Bramble&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/04/gnat-and-bull.html"&gt;The Gnat and the Bull&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/04/ass-and-dog.html"&gt;The Donkey and the Dog Who Travelled Together&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/04/horse-and-his-rider.html"&gt;The Horse and His Rider&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://storiesnmore.blogspot.com/2006/04/lion-and-mouse.html"&gt;The Lion and the Mouse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;8.  Stories Related To Creativity&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2006/06/09/the-travellers-and-the-plane-tree/"&gt;The Travellers And The Plane-Tree&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a title="Permanent Link: The Kid And The Piping Wolf" rel="bookmark" href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2006/06/10/the-kid-and-the-piping-wolf/"&gt;The Kid And The Piping Wolf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Permanent Link: The Farmer And The Tree" rel="bookmark" href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2006/06/10/the-farmer-and-the-tree/"&gt;The Farmer And The Tree&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a rel="bookmark" title="Permanent Link: The Salt Merchant And His Donkey" href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2006/06/04/the-salt-merchant-and-his-donkey/"&gt;The Salt Merchant And His Donkey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a rel="bookmark" title="Permanent Link: The Donkey And The Dog" href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2006/06/05/the-donkey-and-the-dog/"&gt;The Donkey And The Dog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a rel="bookmark" title="Permanent Link: The Hares And The Frogs" href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2006/06/06/the-hares-and-the-frogs/"&gt;The Hares And The Frogs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a rel="bookmark" title="Permanent Link: The Crow And The Pitcher" href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2006/06/02/the-crow-and-the-pitcher/"&gt;The Crow And The Pitcher&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a rel="bookmark" title="Permanent Link: The Lamb And The Wolf" href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2006/06/03/the-lamb-and-the-wolf/"&gt;The Lamb And The Wolf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a rel="bookmark" title="Permanent Link: The Bat And The Weasels" href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2006/06/01/the-bat-and-the-weasels/"&gt;The Bat And The Weasels&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;a rel="bookmark" title="Permanent Link: The Fox And The Crow" href="http://www.peaceinspiration.com/2006/06/08/the-fox-and-the-crow/"&gt;The Fox And The Crow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 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