<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730198</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:56:49.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Thought</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lancelotguo79.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730198/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lancelotguo79.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lancelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111354678289217861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730198.post-4999402001601903454</id><published>2007-10-28T22:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T22:26:44.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can U Read This?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at an Elingsh uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer inwaht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht thefrist and lsat ltteer is at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a toatl msesand you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae we do not raedervey lteter by it slef but the wrod as a wlohe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730198-4999402001601903454?l=lancelotguo79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lancelotguo79.blogspot.com/feeds/4999402001601903454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8730198&amp;postID=4999402001601903454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730198/posts/default/4999402001601903454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730198/posts/default/4999402001601903454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lancelotguo79.blogspot.com/2007/10/can-u-read-this.html' title='Can U Read This?'/><author><name>Lancelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111354678289217861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730198.post-3115433202467257548</id><published>2007-10-28T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T22:32:38.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>人的一生会遇上的四个人</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;第一个是自己,&lt;br /&gt;第二个是你最爱的人，&lt;br /&gt;第三个是最爱你的人，&lt;br /&gt;第四个是共度一生的人.&lt;br /&gt;首先会遇到你最爱的人，然後体会到爱的感觉；&lt;br /&gt;因为了解被爱的感觉，所以才能发现最爱你的人；&lt;br /&gt;当你经历过爱人与被爱，学会了爱，才会知道什么是你需要的，&lt;br /&gt;也才会找到最适合你，能够相处一辈子的人。&lt;br /&gt;但很悲哀的，在现实生活中，这三个人通常不是同一个人；&lt;br /&gt;你最爱的，往往没有选择你；&lt;br /&gt;最爱你的，往往不是你最爱的；&lt;br /&gt;而最长久的，偏偏不是你最爱也不是最爱你的，&lt;br /&gt;只是在最适合的时间出现的那个人。&lt;br /&gt;你，会是别人生命中的第几个人呢？&lt;br /&gt;没有人是故意要变心的，他爱你的时候是真的爱你，&lt;br /&gt;可是他不爱你的时候也是真的不爱你了，&lt;br /&gt;他爱你的时候没有办法假装不爱你；&lt;br /&gt;同样的，他不爱你的时候也没有办法假装爱你 。&lt;br /&gt;当一个人不爱你要离开你，&lt;br /&gt;你要问自己还爱不爱他，&lt;br /&gt;如果你也不爱他了，千万别为了可怜的自尊而不肯离开；&lt;br /&gt;如果你还爱他，你应该会希望他过得幸福快乐，&lt;br /&gt;希望他跟真正爱的人在一起，绝不会阻止，&lt;br /&gt;你要是阻止他得到真正的幸福，就表示你已经不爱他了，&lt;br /&gt;而如果你不爱他，你又有什么资格指责他变心呢？&lt;br /&gt;爱不是占有，&lt;br /&gt;你喜欢月亮，不可能把月亮拿下来放在脸盆里，&lt;br /&gt;但月亮的光芒仍可照进你的房间。&lt;br /&gt;换句话说，你爱一个人，也可以用另一种方式拥有，&lt;br /&gt;让爱人成为生命里的永恒回忆，&lt;br /&gt;如果你真爱一个人，就要爱他原来的样子─爱他的好，也爱他的坏：&lt;br /&gt;爱他的优点，也爱他的缺点，&lt;br /&gt;绝不能因为爱他，就希望他变成自己所希望的样子，&lt;br /&gt;万一变不成就不爱他了。&lt;br /&gt;真正爱一个人是无法说出原因的，&lt;br /&gt;你只知道无论何时何地、心情好坏，你都希望这个人陪著你；&lt;br /&gt;真正的感情是两人能在最艰苦中相守，也就是没有丝毫要求。&lt;br /&gt;毕竟，感情必须付出，而不是只想获得；&lt;br /&gt;分开是一种必然的考验，&lt;br /&gt;如果你们感情不够稳固，只好认输，&lt;br /&gt;真爱是不会变成怨恨的。&lt;br /&gt;你呢？找到了第几个？茫茫人海中，你遇见了谁？谁又遇见了你？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730198-3115433202467257548?l=lancelotguo79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lancelotguo79.blogspot.com/feeds/3115433202467257548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8730198&amp;postID=3115433202467257548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730198/posts/default/3115433202467257548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730198/posts/default/3115433202467257548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lancelotguo79.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='人的一生会遇上的四个人'/><author><name>Lancelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111354678289217861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730198.post-4905741742871782714</id><published>2007-10-28T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T22:09:14.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don’t Wanna Let You Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jun &amp;amp; Jen were a pair of young couple...&lt;br /&gt;Jun was very charming &amp;amp; many girls could not help falling in love with him... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Therefore, he became quite a flirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;As for Jen, she was an ordinary girl with average looks.&lt;br /&gt;Although there were quite a number of guys chasing her, Jen only had Jun in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Although, she knew that one day Jun would eventually leave her. She still continued to love him wholeheartedly...&lt;br /&gt;Jen loves rainy days...she loves playing in the rain, &amp;amp; whenever Jun wanted to join her, she'll always stop him from joining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jun then ask her; Why don't you let me join you?&lt;br /&gt;Jen replied; Err..er.. because i don't want you to fall sick.&lt;br /&gt;Jun then ask her again; If playing in the rain will make me fall sick, then why are you still doing it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But each time Jen will always keep quiet &amp;amp;smile at him...Although Jun was not able to join her, he felt happy.&lt;br /&gt;To him, as long as Jen was happy, he'll be happy as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;However, nothing last long... Jun soon fell for another girl after two months. He even love the girl more deeply den he love Jen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;One day, while Jun &amp;amp; Jen were having their dinner, Jun told Jen that this would be their last dinner together...&lt;br /&gt;Jen looked at him. She knew that this was going to happen, but she choose not to ask any farther...&lt;br /&gt;Jun then requested for a break up..And Jen...she accepted willingly... partly because, she knew...Jun was just like the wind...never stop at any point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;That night, it was to be the last time Jun send Jen home..&lt;br /&gt;Jen kept very quiet...although deep down she wanted to know the reasons but she choose not to ask.&lt;br /&gt;Just when Jen was about to step into the lift, Jun stop her. He said: Jen, I'm really sorry that I’ve let you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; But I’ll never forget those days when i see you playing in the rain...those are the most happy &amp;amp; unforgettable memories i had with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;After listening to Jun, Jen couldn’t help it but cried..&lt;br /&gt;Jun hugged her tightly. He said: Jen, there's one question i wanted to ask you long ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why is it every time when you are playing in the rain, you just wouldn’t allow me to accompany you?&lt;br /&gt;Jen was stunned. Pausing for a few seconds, Jen replied...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Because...Because i don't wish to let you know...I was crying..&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/8730198-4905741742871782714?l=lancelotguo79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lancelotguo79.blogspot.com/feeds/4905741742871782714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8730198&amp;postID=4905741742871782714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730198/posts/default/4905741742871782714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730198/posts/default/4905741742871782714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lancelotguo79.blogspot.com/2007/10/dont-wanna-let-you-know.html' title='Don’t Wanna Let You Know'/><author><name>Lancelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111354678289217861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730198.post-6197373719043621969</id><published>2007-10-28T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T22:06:39.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Days together... *Touching* (Love Story):</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Peter and Tina are sitting in the park doing nothing, but just gazing into the sky, while all their friends are having fun with their beloved half. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tina: I'm so bored. Just wish I have a boyfriend now to spend time with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Peter: I guess we're the only leftovers. We're the only person who isn't with a date now. (both sigh n silence for a while) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tina: I think I have a good idea. Let's play a game Peter: Eh? What game? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tina: Eem... It's quite simple. You be my boyfriend for 100 days and I'll be your girlfriend for 100 days. What do you think? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Peter: Oookay... Anyway I don't have any plan for the next few months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tina: You sound like you aren't looking forward to it at all. Cheer up. Today will be our first day and our first date. Where should we go? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Peter: What about a movie? I heard that there is a really great movie in theater now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tina: Seems like I don't have any better idea than this. Let's move. (went to watch their movies and sent each other home) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Day 2: Peter and Tina went to a concert together, and Peter bought Tina a keychain with a star. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Day 3: They went shopping together for a friend's birthday present. Share an ice-cream together and hugged each other for the first time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Day 7: Peter drove Tina up onto a mountain and they watch the sunset together. When the night came and the moon glowed, they said sat on the grass gazing at the stars together. A meteor passed by. Tina mumbled something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Day 25: Spend time at a theme park and got onto roller coasters, and ate hotdogs and cotton candy. Peter and Tina got in the haunted house and Tina grabbed someone's hand instead of Peter's hand by accident. They laughed together for a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Day 67: They drove pass a circus and decided to get in to watch the show. The midget asked Tina to play a part as his assistant in the magic show. They went around seeing other entertainments after the show. They then met a fortune teller and she just said "Treasure every moment from now on" and a tear rolled down the fortune teller's cheek. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Day 84: Tina suggested that they go to the beach. The beach wasn't so crowded that day. They have their first kiss with each other just as the sun is setting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Day 99: They decided to have a simple day and is deciding to have a walk around the city. They sat down onto a bench. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1:23 pm Tina: I'm thirsty. Let's rest for a while first. Peter: Wait here while I go buy some drinks. What would you like? Tina: Ehmm... Apple juice will be just fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;1:43 pm Tina waiting for about 20 minutes and Peter haven't return. Then someone walked up to her. Stranger: Is your name Tina? Tina: Yes, and may I help you? Stranger: Just now down there on the street a drunk driver has crashed into a guy. I think it's your friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tina ran over to the spot with the stranger and sees Peter lying on the floor with blood over his face and her apple juice still in his hands! . The ambulance came and she went to the hospital with Peter. Tina sat outside the emergency room for five and a half hours. The doctor came out, and he sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;11:51 pm Doctor: I'm sorry, but we did the best we could. He is still breathing now but God would take him away from us very soon. We found this letter inside his pocket. The doctor hands over the letter to Tina and she goes into the room to see Peter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He looks weak but peaceful. Tina read the letter and then she burst into tears. Here is what the letter said: Tina, our 100 days is almost over. I had fun with you during all these days. Although you may be greedy sometimes and less thoughtful, but these all brought happiness into my life. I have realized that you are a really cute girl and blamed myself for never taken the time to knowing that. I have nothing much to ask for, but I just wish that we can extend the day. I want to be your boyfriend forever and wish that you can be beside me all the time. Tina, I love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;11:58 Tina: (sobbing) Peter. Did you know what was the wish I made on the night there was a meteor. I asked God to let us last forever. We were supposes to last 100 days so Peter! You can't leave me! I LOVE YOU, but can you come back to me now? I love you Peter. I LOVE YOU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;As the clock struck twelve, Peter's heart stopped beating. It was 100 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;NOTE* Tell the guy or girl that you love them before it's too late. You never know what's going to happen tomorrow. You never know who will be leaving you and never return.&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/8730198-6197373719043621969?l=lancelotguo79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lancelotguo79.blogspot.com/feeds/6197373719043621969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8730198&amp;postID=6197373719043621969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730198/posts/default/6197373719043621969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730198/posts/default/6197373719043621969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lancelotguo79.blogspot.com/2007/10/100-days-together-touching-love-story.html' title='100 Days together... *Touching* (Love Story):'/><author><name>Lancelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111354678289217861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730198.post-6140375228132984638</id><published>2007-10-28T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T22:03:21.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Story of a Bad Temper Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;There once was a man who had a bad temper. His Father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The first day the man had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally the day came when the man didn't lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the son now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the son was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won't matter how many times you say I'm sorry, the wound is still there." A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730198-6140375228132984638?l=lancelotguo79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lancelotguo79.blogspot.com/feeds/6140375228132984638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8730198&amp;postID=6140375228132984638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730198/posts/default/6140375228132984638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730198/posts/default/6140375228132984638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lancelotguo79.blogspot.com/2007/10/story-of-bad-temper-man.html' title='A Story of a Bad Temper Man'/><author><name>Lancelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111354678289217861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730198.post-5699514706665137163</id><published>2007-10-28T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T22:01:45.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Businessman and The Fisherman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What do you really hope to achieve in life?.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Read this story and you may find that what you are always hoping to achieve, you may be already have it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;There was once an American businessman who was sitting by the beach in a small Mexican village. As he sat, he saw a Mexican fisherman rowing a small boat towards the shore and noticed that the fisherman has caught a quite number of big fishes that is known to be a delicacy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The American was really impressed and ask the fisherman, how long does it take you to catch so many fishes? The fisherman reply: Just a short while.Then why don't you stay longer at sea and you could catch even more? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The businessman was astonished. The fisherman simply does not agree, "This is enough to feed my whole family?" he says. The businessman then asked: What do you do for the rest of the day then ? " The fisherman replies: "Well, I usually wake up early in the morning, go out to sea and catch a few fishes, and then I would go back and play with my kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;In the afternoon, I will take a nap with my wife, and evening comes, I will join my buddies in the village for a drink, we played guitar, sing and dance throughout the night. My day was ever so complete and carefree"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; The businessman does not agree with his way of life and offered a suggestion to the fisherman. I am a PhD holder graduated from Harvard University, specializes in business management. I could help you to become a more successful person. From now on, you have to spend more time at sea and try to catch as many fishes as possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And when you have save enough money, you could buy a bigger boat and catch even more fishes. As you go on, you will be able to afford to buy more boats, recruit more fishermen and lead a team of your own. Soon you will be able to set-up your own company, your very own production plant for canned food and do direct selling to your distributors. At that time, you will have moved out of this village and to Mexico city, and then expand your operation to LA, and finally to New York city, where you can set-up your HQ to manage all your other branches."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; The fisherman asks, "So, how long would that take?" The businessman reply: "About 15 to 20 years" The fisherman continued, "And after that?" The businessman laugh heartily, " After that, you can live like a king in your own house, and when the time is right, you can go public and float your shares in the Stock Exchange, by then you will be rich, your income will be coming in by the millions!! " The fisherman ask, And after that? " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The businessman says " After that, you can finally retire, you can move to a house by the fishing village, wake up early in the morning and catch a few fishes, then return home to play with the kids, have a nice afternoon nap with your wife, and when evening comes, you can join your buddies for a drink, play the guitar, sing and dance throughout the night!! " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The fisherman was puzzled,"Isn't that what I am doing now? "So, what does one really hope to achieve in life, do we really need to work so hard in life ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What do you hope to accomplish in the end ? ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8730198-5699514706665137163?l=lancelotguo79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lancelotguo79.blogspot.com/feeds/5699514706665137163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8730198&amp;postID=5699514706665137163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730198/posts/default/5699514706665137163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730198/posts/default/5699514706665137163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lancelotguo79.blogspot.com/2007/10/businessman-and-fisherman.html' title='The Businessman and The Fisherman'/><author><name>Lancelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111354678289217861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8730198.post-8697223427713422749</id><published>2007-10-28T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T21:58:03.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story Of The Pencil</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A boy was watching his grandmother write a letter. at one point, he asked: "are you writing a story about what we've done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a story about me?" His grandmother stopped writing her letter and said to her grandson: "I am writing about you, actually, but more important than the words is the pencil I'm using. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope you will be like this pencil when you grow up." Intrigued, the boy looked at the pencil. It didn't seem very special. "But it's just like any other pencil i've ever seen!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"That depends on how you look at things. It has five qualities which, if you manage to hang on to them, will make you a person who is always at peace with the world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; "First quality: you are capable of great things, but you must never forget that there is a hand guiding your steps. We call that hand God, and He always guides us according to His will." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Second quality: now and then. i have to stop writing and use a sharpener. that makes the pencil suffer a little, but afterwards, he's much sharper. so you, too, must learn to bear certain pains and sorrows, because they will make you a better person." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Third quality: the pencil always allows us to use an eraser to rub out any mistakes. this means that correcting something we did is not necessarily a bad thing; it helps to keep us on the road to justice." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Forth quality: what really matters in a pencil is not its wooden exterior, but the graphite inside. So always pay attention to what is happening inside you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Finally the pencil's fifth quality: it always leaves a mark. in just the same way, you should know that everything you do in life will leave a mark, so try to be conscious of that in your every action." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So be a pencil person from today!&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/8730198-8697223427713422749?l=lancelotguo79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lancelotguo79.blogspot.com/feeds/8697223427713422749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8730198&amp;postID=8697223427713422749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730198/posts/default/8697223427713422749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8730198/posts/default/8697223427713422749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lancelotguo79.blogspot.com/2007/10/story-of-pencil.html' title='The Story Of The Pencil'/><author><name>Lancelot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03111354678289217861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
