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1. My old laptop screamed “Low Memory” ten times a day. My new laptop took 2 months to reach me due to poor distribution, mistake in shipment and wrong OS installation. Now I understand why competitor brand (D**l ) deserved to get a bigger pie of the market. &lt;br /&gt;
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2. I told my coaches I needed a week break. They ended up 2 to 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. My planned vacation in May seems like a long wait. I am glad it is almost there now as I need a recharge badly.&lt;br /&gt;
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4. I conveniently forgot all the deadlines and tasks. I kept a to-do list in my iPhone, which I relied on a lot. Unfortunately, I refused to refer or update the list by telling myself I need to find better software to do a better job. Because I believed I was definitely NOT the cause of this problem. Nothing beats to blaming everything else except ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;
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5. I started reading more than 8 books since 3 months ago, but never even finish one book. And I kept buying new books. It is like buying 10 dresses during sales but never actually wear one out. &lt;br /&gt;
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6. I used only 3 days to re-write my third Toastmaster speech after I was not satisfied with the first draft. And I was left with 2 days to rehearse. Obviously, the delivery was bad and it sapped my confidence. Then I spent the next few weeks trying to find ways to boost my confidence, including reading a book on confidence which I also did not manage to finish as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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7. I carried piles of documents to and from work in a separate bag that weighed somewhere in between 10 to 20 apples. I felt like anytime&amp;nbsp;now, &amp;nbsp;Anthony Robbins might give me a call to ask me on some of the things he is not sure. So, in order to be able to answer his question, I need to have my documents close to me. (Of course, I did not take into account that he actually does not have my phone number and have never met me before.)&lt;br /&gt;
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8. I re-watched my few favourite TV dramas for the second and third times. Believe me, I was very much aware that I had other more constructive things to do.&lt;br /&gt;
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9. I broke the record for my blog. There was no post for more than 3 months. Finally, when I managed to write something, it was about how overwhelmed I was and why I could NOT post anything to my blog. &lt;br /&gt;
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10. The fact that I am writing this post while my piles of work were not done yet. And the fact that I could really find the 10 signs on why I was overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am so glad my “overwhelming” period is over. Now, I am back on track. Just like a new-born.&lt;br /&gt;
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Speaking on new-born, congratulations to all of my friends who have or going to have babies this year – quite a bunch of them.&amp;nbsp;Maybe can&amp;nbsp;setup a&amp;nbsp;football team?&lt;br /&gt;
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Minimal material possessions lead to simpler life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;Moving two times in one year, I discover I have very minimal material possessions. In fact, they can be fitted into a sedan. I consider this a blessing as I have successfully eliminated a lot of physical clutter in my life. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It makes me feel tonnes lighter and happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;I heard of these questions before:&lt;br /&gt;Imagine your life is in a backpack. What do you want to put into the backpack and carry it with you all the times? A house? A car? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Imagine how heavy your backpack can be? How sore your shoulder can be to carry a heavy backpack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;6. Attracting the Law of Attraction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;I found joy in studying, practicing and sharing passionately with those I know on Law of Attraction. I even delivered my second Toastmaster speech on that. Because of my sharing, I was able to attract more knowledge on Law of Attraction. And I feel so lucky and happy these days as good things have been coming to me recently. And it continues to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;This is probably the best thing that happened to me in 2010. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;Quite a long while ago, I was exposed to Law of Attraction. But that was on a very small scale. I was also advised not to share my knowledge on Law of Attraction with others. The justification is that if others know it, they can use it to do evil things. Based on what I have learned recently, it is not really true. Because Law of Attraction doesn’t work that way. Our “desire” has to be aligned with our “inner self” or the “God” within us. And the “God” within us is good and pure. In fact, I believe that the world can be a better place if more people know and practice the Law of Attraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;7. I am Switzerland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;I also learnt about the Art of Allowing from Abraham Hicks when learning about Law of Attraction. (&lt;a href="http://www.abraham-hicks.com/lawofattractionsource/index.php"&gt;http://www.abraham-hicks.com/lawofattractionsource/index.php&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;In short, Art of Allowing is about &lt;i style=""&gt;letting people and situations be as they are, and making peace with yourself. This includes allowing other people to make their own choices (and live out the consequential experience of those choices) for themselves, knowing that your guidance is for you and only they can create for them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;One day, I was in the middle of a healthy argument of my two colleagues on their differing beliefs. Let’s call them Emily and Jonathan. Emily believes success can be achieved only through hard work and Jonathan believes success can come quite easily, without hard work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;When I was asked on my view, I chose to be a Switzerland. Personally, I think both beliefs are true, in a twisted way, for both of them. Because what one choose to believe is always true. So, if Emily believes success can be achieved only through hard work, she is right. Same for Jonathan. And I choose to allow them to make their own choices in their beliefs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;That’s why I am able to accept a lot of different and contradicting things in life. Most importantly, I accept and feel good about who I am, with my flaws, which make me a complete person. And also equally important is who I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;8. It helps me to help others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;I was told something like this before:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;You cannot help people if you yourself are not good enough. If you teach others, you will be teaching the wrong things and that is not helping them. If you give others what you barely have, you will suffer. When you suffer, you cannot continue to help others. Sometimes, you let people take too much advantage from you when you try to help. And they’ll step all over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sound logical, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;For a long while, I was convinced that I was not good enough. So, I refrained from giving advices or helping others. And, this got me into a downward spiral because when I stopped giving, I was not flowing with the nature of the life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;I discover that the more people I help, the happier I am. In fact, when I help others, it feels like I am helping myself, especially to move to the positive directions. I even managed to help lifted a few people when I was in a deep hole myself. The fact is because of that, I gained more energy to pull myself up from the hole I had fallen into (also with helps from friends and families).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;I am neither virtuous (because I help people) nor selfish (because one reason is to make myself feel good). It is just something that align with my inner self and thus, I am just answering my own calling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;And, finally..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;9. I CAN LIVE THE LIFE I WANT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/TUMf_RX2xKI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Igr66fZZo6U/s1600/Funnypicturesofanimalscutegesturesign7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/TUMf_RX2xKI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Igr66fZZo6U/s400/Funnypicturesofanimalscutegesturesign7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567328736215745698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4580628187620095998-3965104395420343380?l=susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3965104395420343380/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4580628187620095998&amp;postID=3965104395420343380" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580628187620095998/posts/default/3965104395420343380?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580628187620095998/posts/default/3965104395420343380?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PassionateAboutLife/~3/izBsfUgQc-Y/5-more-things-i-discovered-in-year-2010.html" title="The 5 More Things I Discovered in Year 2010" /><author><name>Susan Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12680444949421756285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WKOPOPuAlUU/Tm5AhLbcZjI/AAAAAAAAA18/8Y4SJdNO3pg/s220/gse_multipart37861.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/TUMf_RX2xKI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Igr66fZZo6U/s72-c/Funnypicturesofanimalscutegesturesign7.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/5-more-things-i-discovered-in-year-2010.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4ASXY6eCp7ImA9Wx9VEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580628187620095998.post-8644567515378056118</id><published>2011-01-26T22:00:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T04:02:28.810+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-29T04:02:28.810+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationship" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationships" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rants" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal Development" /><title>The 4 Things I Discovered in Year 2010</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;2010 was definitely a dramatic year for me. But I've never felt so alive in my life before. The best part was I made great discoveries about life and myself. This could not be achieved if I did not invite Mr. Pain in my life. But now, it was gone, for good.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;So, my journey to self discoveries began in 2010, when the world turned to a new decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am thankful to God for these:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;1. I found Work-Life Balance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;It feels great to know that I can be efficient in my job without spending too much overtimes at work. Sure, there were demands in my job like getting on teleconferences at night, working on a night shift occasionally and dealing with conflicts. But I have never had a job like my current one, which allows me to have ample personal times. This opens paths to many interesting things in my life now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;Work-life balance has always been something that seemed out of reach for me. But now that I have experienced it, I am truly thankful for it. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;The most important thing is I am still competitive, thinking creatively and always finding ways to do better. For that, I think I can get a promotion for my continuous commitment to excellence. The fact is I am still working hard, but mostly to improve myself in a lot of different areas outside of works. But I think these have indirectly helped me in my job too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;In the book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“A Class With Drucker: The Lost Lessons of the World's Greatest Management Teacher”&lt;/span&gt;, Peter Drucker was mentioned to encourage his students to develop &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;expertise outside their fields&lt;/span&gt; to be effective managers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/S7DJ0U4mxII/AAAAAAAAAyY/LN3BoMwEoWI/s1600/relax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/S7DJ0U4mxII/AAAAAAAAAyY/LN3BoMwEoWI/s400/relax.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454081049542182018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;2. It is good to keep things short and simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;Mark Twain wrote “&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;If I Had More Time I Would Write a Shorter Letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;”. I have been struggling for a long time to write and speak more concisely. It has been a quite a challenge, but I had a lot of practices when preparing Toastmaster speeches. I am forced into it, I would say, as I am only allowed to speak on a subject for 6 o 8 minutes, even though I want to cover far and wide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;So, what should I do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;I learn to cut down on a lot of things. I cut down non-essential things, and even sometimes essential things. Because no one can digest all the stuffs I want to throw out at them. So, I have to pick a few essential ones, make my points and make them strong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;Would you prefer slim and tone OR fat-filled content? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;3. Silence is my virtue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;One morning when I was visiting a customer in his office, I accidentally SLAMMED my car door with my thumb &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in between&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;while parking my car. (Yes, I always manage to do weird things to myself). &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In spite of the excruciating pain, I did not scream. I did not even utter a single word, not even a sigh. I calmly took a tissue out and wrapped it around my bleeding thumb. Blood spurt out fast and my thumb was getting more swollen by the seconds. But I went on to meet the customer. The only time anyone realized about my mishap was when I had to apologize for not being able to shake their hand. It was a funny and painful experience, but it is a solid case on how silent I can be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;If I was not complaining when my thumbs are throbbing and pain is sharp, I do not see any good reason to complain. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In his famous book “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How to Win Friends &amp;amp; Influence People&lt;/span&gt;”, Dale Carnegie shared a great message.  “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you want to gather honey, don’t kick over the beehive&lt;/span&gt;”, which means don’t criticize, condemn or complain. If you have nothing better to say, zip your mouth shut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;That's why silence can be a virtue. And I prefer to be with people who talk about positive things rather than people who complain all the times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;4. I am so over bad guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;The world wonders why girls are always attracted to bad guy.  I know I did and it is past tense now. Believe me, going what I have gone through, I am so &lt;i style=""&gt;OVER&lt;/i&gt; bad guys now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;In one of her interview, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Kristen Stewart&lt;/span&gt; said one of the reasons why she got hook up with a bad guy is because she had this belief that she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;might &lt;/span&gt;just be the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; special one&lt;/span&gt; who can turn a bad guy into a good one. That is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;attraction, albeit a fatal one&lt;/span&gt;. It turned out she could not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(as expected) &lt;/span&gt;and so she suffered the consequences. Her view is so right at the point. I think she has learned her lesson. Looks at whom she is with now? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Robert Pattinson&lt;/span&gt;, and he is the good guy type. (Yes, my Edward Cullen in Twilight world. LOL) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;In another example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;In the TV series &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;“Vampire Diaries”&lt;/span&gt;, two brothers fall for the same girl (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elena&lt;/span&gt;). There is the good brother (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stefan&lt;/span&gt;) and there is a bad brother (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damon&lt;/span&gt;). Apparently, in real life, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damon&lt;/span&gt; character has much more fans than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stefan&lt;/span&gt;’s. Look at this &lt;a href="http://www.daemonsbooks.com/2010/03/23/stefan-versus-damon-which-salvatore-brother-would-you-rather-sink-your-teeth-into/"&gt;poll &lt;/a&gt;– &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damon &lt;/span&gt;won by 80%! Why is that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;A lot of fans even hope &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damon &lt;/span&gt;can win over &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elena &lt;/span&gt;in the battle of affections.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;From &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elena&lt;/span&gt;’s point of view, why would she want to hook up with a guy who attempted to kill her brother, just because he was in a bad mood and was provoked? (In fact, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damon &lt;/span&gt;did kill &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elena&lt;/span&gt;’s brother, just that there was some super natural thingy that brought him back to life.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;Yes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damon &lt;/span&gt;is sexy and fun, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elena &lt;/span&gt;should not end up with him. No way! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stefan &lt;/span&gt;is loving, caring, respectful, kind, honest, committed and always there to support her. That is a long list of great virtues. And it is time good guys rule over bad guys, cause the latter are so outdated these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;Alright, at least for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s2.daemonsbooks.com/up/2010/03/paul-wesley-and-ian-somerhalder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 469px;" src="http://s2.daemonsbooks.com/up/2010/03/paul-wesley-and-ian-somerhalder.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &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/4580628187620095998-8644567515378056118?l=susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8644567515378056118/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4580628187620095998&amp;postID=8644567515378056118" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580628187620095998/posts/default/8644567515378056118?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580628187620095998/posts/default/8644567515378056118?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PassionateAboutLife/~3/yTrENcJKyDI/things-i-discovered-in-year-2010.html" title="The 4 Things I Discovered in Year 2010" /><author><name>Susan Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12680444949421756285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WKOPOPuAlUU/Tm5AhLbcZjI/AAAAAAAAA18/8Y4SJdNO3pg/s220/gse_multipart37861.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/S7DJ0U4mxII/AAAAAAAAAyY/LN3BoMwEoWI/s72-c/relax.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/2011/01/things-i-discovered-in-year-2010.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIHSXo6cCp7ImA9Wx9SGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580628187620095998.post-8686999840479643123</id><published>2010-12-09T22:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T22:55:38.418+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-09T22:55:38.418+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal Development" /><title>Toastmaster Speech 1: Learning through Life</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/TQDtoi3fipI/AAAAAAAAA0U/-xSfrsWdZhY/s1600/public_speakers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 346px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/TQDtoi3fipI/AAAAAAAAA0U/-xSfrsWdZhY/s400/public_speakers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548696021730560658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear blog viewers, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am back! Even better - I am happy, positive, healthy, slim,  and even start taking better photo of myself. And I vow to update this blog more frequently. :) . 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Sincere? Humorous? Grateful? Ambitious or Aggressive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, the word is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Passionate&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ardent love, boundless enthusiasm, strong emotion, intense desire – they’re all tied with being passionate&lt;/span&gt;. Passions comes from our hearts. And, I believe our hearts are what drive us and create our fate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am passionate about many things, including my hobbies of reading; mountain hiking, scuba diving, traveling and I love beach vacations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I also love cute guys and vampire movies. And when I have both, I am hopelessly addicted. Guess what - I am fan of Twilight and Vampire Diaries! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyone here who does not know what is the “Twilight Saga” ? (Yes) It is a set of vampire-themed fantasy romance novels that are turned into movies. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stephanie Meyer, the author of Twilight, is actually one of my idols. I admire the fact she was able to create an intense love story and strong characters that millions of people love – all, with her writing. That is a great achievement. I love to be an author someday because I am passionate about writing too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on top of all those things, mostly, I am passionate about life itself and also learning through life. I think life is fascinating. Difficult at many times, but that makes it more fascinating. There are always so many things to learn. No one and nothing can stop us from learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this quote by Mahatma Ghandi "Live as if you are going to die tomorrow, learn as if you will live forever". Learning, in fact, is a lifelong mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt a lot of things during my career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started working at the age of 20. At that time, I just completed my Diploma in Computer Science and I decided to pursue my Degree on part-time basis while working full-time. 6 years into my career, I was promoted from the position of Programmer to an IT Manager. I have 20 people reporting to me at that time and they provided the specimens for me to learn management. I was doing all sorts of things I like - Technical as in Programming, Design and Architecting, Product Management where I helped my company to create a product that generates 1 million recurring revenue for our company and turnaround from making losses to breaking even. Then, there are some Project Managements and most interestingly of all, People Management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In people management, I learnt how to develop leaders, give raises and promotions, showing appreciation - believe me this is hard. And also in a awkward situation – to give feedback to my subordinate about his distinctive “body scent” – it was challenging but I like it when I am done with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 years into my career, I decided on an important move in my life and life has been like a roll-coaster for me since. At one time, I would say I was at the lowest point in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think life is very similar to mountain hiking. It takes a lot of energy and perseverance to hike up the mountain. But you know you will reach the top, and this always keep you going. I remember the first time I tried mountain hiking is at the 6th toughest mountain in Malaysia, Mt. Ledang. It was my first time and I had no idea what was it going to be. It was a 3 days, 2 nights hike. There were 7 members in the group and, and I was the only female member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the leader, one of my friends, asked me sceptically whether I was really sure to go for that. Being the weakest gender of the group, he kind of expects I would drag down the team. Turned out, I am much better than he thought. In fact, I think they are all amazed. I was racing third in the group, I never complaint and I never asked for a rest. When they ran, I ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached the peak, there was this huge satisfaction. I guess that is why I love mountain hiking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tying back my mountain hiking and my career when I decided to make the big decision to move, I can say - I was at one peak of the mountain, but I want to reach to the other higher peak of the mountain. To do that, I cannot just jump from one peak to another. I have to go down the mountain and climb the other peak. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I had to let go of the thing I didn’t want before I could grab hold of the next thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have reached the bottom, so I am actually starting the ascent. I think joining Toastmaster is one of the things that will help me in my ascent. I want to try new things and not afraid to take risk. I have made a lot of mistakes but I am not afraid to make some more. I am happy to be still learning and growing. That is most important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Steve Job, CEO of Apple Computer, delivered Stanford University commencement address in 2005, he said “You’ve got to find what you love”. And, he closed his speech with a message in 4 four words, which always resonate and stay with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; “Stay Hungry, Stay Foolish”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4580628187620095998-8686999840479643123?l=susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8686999840479643123/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4580628187620095998&amp;postID=8686999840479643123" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580628187620095998/posts/default/8686999840479643123?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580628187620095998/posts/default/8686999840479643123?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PassionateAboutLife/~3/r1qXcLeanrg/toastmaster-speech-1-learning-through.html" title="Toastmaster Speech 1: Learning through Life" /><author><name>Susan Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12680444949421756285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WKOPOPuAlUU/Tm5AhLbcZjI/AAAAAAAAA18/8Y4SJdNO3pg/s220/gse_multipart37861.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/TQDtoi3fipI/AAAAAAAAA0U/-xSfrsWdZhY/s72-c/public_speakers.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/2010/12/toastmaster-speech-1-learning-through.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08BQXk7cCp7ImA9Wx5RGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580628187620095998.post-2941434999408243816</id><published>2010-08-28T18:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T19:44:10.708+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-28T19:44:10.708+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationship" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fun" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationships" /><title>9 reasons why girls fall for Edward Cullen</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/THjpgcCqiaI/AAAAAAAAAzs/YtBoZQ_3Abo/s1600/edward-cullen-bella-swan-garden-480x320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/THjpgcCqiaI/AAAAAAAAAzs/YtBoZQ_3Abo/s400/edward-cullen-bella-swan-garden-480x320.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510410887580256674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is always fun talking about Twilight series and particularly Edward Cullen with my girlfriends. The excitement and vibes just make us feel younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, Ayuen, &lt;a href="http://abeayuen.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-am-not-alone.html"&gt;you are not alone&lt;/a&gt;. Furthermore after the meeting, BI posted a photo and tagged us girls on Facebook. Let me clarify – it is a photo of Edward Cullen posing half-naked and none of us girls are in the photo. (To BI:   I do not think that is how the tag is designed to works. I am expecting I am somewhere there behind Edward in the photo..hehe). And Ayuen talked about the big possibility that I will be drooling over the picture. I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, I am actually more infatuated with Edward Cullen’s character. But with Robert Pattinson being so gorgeous, it just creates the drooling effect.  So I decided to write a fun post today about why girls fall for Edward Cullen (a break from my more solemn writings nowadays on my breakup).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to understand myself what are the reasons why girls fall for Edward Cullen; despite he is sexy and gorgeous, is a vampire as well as have super powers. We all know the character is fictional, but there are a lot of reasons why girls desire Edward. So, Stephanie Meyer’s success is largely attributed to her ability to bring out that special character for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here are the reasons why girls fall for Edward with comparisons of Edward’s world with our real world :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.    Edward created a world for just him and Bella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Twilight-lovers will forget the scene where Edward carried Bella to climb up the tallest tree to view the extraordinarily breathtaking scene. Bella gasped “This isn't real. This kind of stuff just doesn't exist” and Edward replied “And it does in my world”. And then they spent time talking and hanging out “on the tree”. The world at that moment belongs just to them. How romantic is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward always gives his full attention to Bella when they are alone and sometimes even when they are not alone. Compared to our real world, people are constantly hooked on their phones /gadgets/ computers and seldom give full attention to their partners. Very often, Edward talks to Bella in her room until she falls asleep. He also holds her when she sleeps and he watches her all the time. This seems a bit creepy especially with the strange fact that Edward never sleeps, thus have all the times for Bella. But, the point is to pay full attention to your partner when you spend times together, no matter how little times are that. Create some quality times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.    Edward is protective, but not up to the point of being too controlling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Eclipse movie, when Edward and Bella reached their school and Edward knew Jacob was waiting for Bella there, he asked Bella “If I asked you to stay in the car would you?” Before he even finished, Bella rushed out of the car and Edward finished with “.......Of course not.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, he asked her instead of telling her what to do and he did not even get mad when Bella ignored him. That’s protective without being controlling, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the book, Edward also constantly asked Bella to keep herself safe. But most of the times, Bella just went about being just like her own self – prone to dangers and mistakes. Edward never blamed that on Bella. In the book, he pleaded “Please make a conscious effort to keep yourself safe. I’ll do everything I can, but I would appreciate a little help.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Edward can be controlling at times. Especially in Twilight, Edward followed Bella to Post Angeles and managed to save her from a potential rape or murder. I think that is called stalking and I disapprove of it, though I do not mind and actually like that in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think Edward’s controlling behaviour decreases over times, especially after he left Bella in “New Moon” with the intention to keep her safe. Instead, he exposed her to the danger of acting foolish and also revenge from Victoria. I think at that point, he realized that he could not really control what could happen to Bella all the times, so he just have to trust her and trust her judgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.    Edward’s meekness is sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Twilight, Bella asked Edward what music he listened to and hit the play button. Edward answered awkwardly to the music being played, “Debussy...I don’t know.” His meekness and uncertainties at that time is very lovable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the real world, sometimes we will find people try their hardest to impress by bragging how much they know, how many great things they have done and what good taste they have by exhibiting their designer clothes, expensive gadgets, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though Edward has special powers and is a vampire, he thinks himself as a monster and a person who lost his soul. This is a bit depressing sometimes but I guess it is because he scrutinizes himself more than he scrutinizes Bella and others – a simply great virtue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people perceive meekness as being soft or weak. From a word of a British monk and spiritual teacher - Meekness in itself is nothing else than a true knowing and feeling of a man’s self as he is. Any man who truly sees and feels himself as he is must surely be meek indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.    Edward always watches and controls his own reaction to Bella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is related to the previous reason. For one to truly love, they must continually task themselves to self-scrutiny, which is the essence of humility or meekness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward is almost never really mad at Bella, whatever she does. The irony of wanting her blood so much make him knows that, if he loses an inch of control, he may end up killing her. Thus, I find Edward’s control is really self-sacrificing and a humongous effort on this part to be near Bella but never lost control. In the book, we can hear him said to Bella “I can't ever lose control with you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also said: “Will you please tell me what you’re thinking? BEFORE I go mad?” Even in this situation, I think he is saying he is mad at himself rather than mad at Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.    Edward always tune in to Bella’s thoughts and feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that he can read everybody’s mind except Bella’s makes Edward try harder than anything to tune in to Bella’s thoughts and feeling. Because of this, he keeps asking how Bella is feeling and what she is thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might be uncommon with most of the guys – who seldom really ask their partner how they are feeling and thinking about things but instead “try to read” (NO, they do not have power like Edwards to read into people minds) and assume. Most of the times, they assume wrongly – that’s why the saying that “Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus” is validated over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the movie or book, he also always asked Bella “Are you afraid of me?” He asked when Bella knew he is a vampire and he asked that when he killed Victoria by dismembering her in front of Bella. You can sense his genuine concerns when he asked that. He seems to care so much about what Bella feels about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward said in the book - “Never be afraid to tell me how you feel, Bella. If this is what you need… You are my first priority.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.    Edward never trumps on Bella’s awkwardness, instead he shows his admiration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Edward told Bella that he can read minds:&lt;br /&gt;Bella: Is there something wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;Edward: See... I tell you I can read minds and you think there's something wrong with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other case, Bella is worried about how Edward’s family will perceive her. Edward responded “So you're worried, not because you'll be in a house full of vampires, but because you think they won't approve of you?” and he laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I &lt;a href="http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-do-you-define-purpose-and-function.html"&gt;blog earlier&lt;/a&gt;, it is so common for people to set standards and judge you on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.    Edward is very understanding despite his jealousy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is not even holding grudge against Jacob, his love enemy because he understand that Jacob has the right to love Bella. Bella also has the right to hang out with Jacob because Jacob is her friend and he was there for her when Edward left her.&lt;br /&gt;Edward said to Jacob. “If we weren’t natural enemies, and you weren’t trying to steal my reason for existing, I might like you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Edward’s reaction toward Bella and Jacob kissing in Eclipse - astonishing! I do not think any guys can act like him and that’s why guys hate Twilight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Edward knew Bella might be mad at him for something he has done, he said to Bella. “Shut your window if you want me to stay away tonight. I’ll understand.” This seems like a great way to earn forgiveness fast– not pushy but be understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.    Edward is willing to admit he is wrong - sincerely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live with people who think “My way or no way!”. Thus, when Edwards genuinely admit he is wrong in the following words (in the book), it is simply amazing!&lt;br /&gt;We’re doing this your way. Because my way doesn’t work. I call you stubborn, but look at what I’ve done. I’ve clung with such idiotic obstinacy to my idea of what’s best for you, though it’s only hurt you. Hurt you so deeply, time and time again. I don’t trust myself anymore. You can have happiness your way. My way is always wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.    Edward is hard on his own faults rather than others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is almost similar with the reason Edward being meek. But I want to make a distinction here. Edward is less forgiving to his own self compared towards others and this is simply such a great virtue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the real world, this is usually reversed. People forgive their own selves quickly but hold grudges against other people’s mistakes for a very long time. In fact, some live in the world, pushing all responsibilities and blames to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward admitted to Bella “I’ll never forgive myself for leaving you. Not if I live a hundred thousand years.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward not only realizes his errors and is harsh on himself, but he also know and willing to bear the consequences.  This is one of his quotes in the book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I left you, Bella, I left you bleeding. Jacob was the one to stitch you back up again. That was bound to leave its mark — on both of you. I’m not sure those kinds of stitches dissolve on their own. I can’t blame either of you for something I made necessary. I may gain forgiveness, but that doesn’t let me escape the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls,&lt;br /&gt;Any other reasons you love Edward Cullen? I will love to hear from you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4580628187620095998-2941434999408243816?l=susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2941434999408243816/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4580628187620095998&amp;postID=2941434999408243816" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580628187620095998/posts/default/2941434999408243816?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580628187620095998/posts/default/2941434999408243816?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PassionateAboutLife/~3/WJC7rG9BraQ/9-reasons-why-girls-fall-for-edward.html" title="9 reasons why girls fall for Edward Cullen" /><author><name>Susan Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12680444949421756285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WKOPOPuAlUU/Tm5AhLbcZjI/AAAAAAAAA18/8Y4SJdNO3pg/s220/gse_multipart37861.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/THjpgcCqiaI/AAAAAAAAAzs/YtBoZQ_3Abo/s72-c/edward-cullen-bella-swan-garden-480x320.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/9-reasons-why-girls-fall-for-edward.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4DQXY_eSp7ImA9Wx5REk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580628187620095998.post-8078895479230500609</id><published>2010-08-20T00:51:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T01:12:50.841+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-20T01:12:50.841+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationship" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lessons from Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationships" /><title>How do you define the purpose and function of your love partner?</title><content type="html">My ex said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The purpose and function of my woman is to keep our house clean and tidy as well as keep me well fed with home-cooked meals. &lt;/span&gt;Those are the only 2 things I demand and there is strictly no negotiation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were reasonable demands except for me; it was really like asking me to climb a tree with one arm. It was clearly disastrous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we spent a lot of times pondering why I failed when most women can do these well with ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a train of reasons:&lt;br /&gt;I was pampered too much before.  It was really easy to fall back to my old bad habits. I always forgot here and there. I was busy. I was lazy to change. I just did not put my heart and soul to it. I just did not care enough for him to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already stressful for me to try to live up to a standard that I was so bad to start with. But with all these speculations on why I was so awkward compared to other women, it really flushed down my self-esteem to the drain. All of these left a huge strain to our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I also realized it was for my own good to learn those skills. I used to think the solution to my problem was to hire a maid. But, we were then talking about the basic survival. Without any help from other people, I need to be able to take care of myself and my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with much perseverance, I got much better.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/TG1jcYhUjWI/AAAAAAAAAzk/RvDLKU96TvI/s1600/love_suffering-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/TG1jcYhUjWI/AAAAAAAAAzk/RvDLKU96TvI/s400/love_suffering-.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507167258613681506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It solved a lot of our problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, there were MANY other problems with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For him, the problems are mostly with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, he is the one who create a lot of problems because he likes to find problems with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit I do have a lot of problems. But I have tried my hardest to improve. If trying the hardest is not enough, then I got to accept that things were not working out. With due respect, I am glad I have given it many tries and I am forever thankful to him for making me become better in a lot of things. Eventually, I have to accept who I am and get on with my life. It took a lot of heartaches and I kept wondering why our relationship could not work out even though I put all my heart on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, unexpectedly when I was not really looking for answers, I found them.  It provides a profound realization and another perspective to what he asked of me and why I always seemed to fail him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his book “The road less travelled”, Dr. Scott Peck heard one man of the couples group stated that the purpose and function of his wife is keep their house neat and keep him well fed. He was aghast by that statement and he called it blatant male chauvinism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What surprised him was most people gave similar answers to the “purpose and statement” of their partners. They define the purpose and function of their wives or husbands in reference to themselves and fail to perceive that their own mates might have an existence basically separate from their own or any kind of destiny apart from their marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said “it’s no wonder that you are all having difficulties in your marriages, and you’ll continue to have difficulties until you come to recognize that each of you has your own separate destiny to fulfil.” I cannot agree more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then proceeded to declare the purpose of his wife, Lily - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is to grow to be the most of which she is capable, not for my benefit but for her own and to the glory of God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not believe how different it was between Dr. Scott's views against the one that was set upon me before. I felt a lot of anguish for being coerced and measured against some criteria set by someone who declared his love for me. I could not stop crying for a while because I realized then with all the soul, I have a deep desire to have my loved one define &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my purpose and function is to grow to be the most which I am capable, not for anyone benefit but for my own and to the glory of God&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who realize that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;each of us have separate destiny to fulfill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Image Courtesy of iStockphoto.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4580628187620095998-8078895479230500609?l=susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8078895479230500609/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4580628187620095998&amp;postID=8078895479230500609" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580628187620095998/posts/default/8078895479230500609?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580628187620095998/posts/default/8078895479230500609?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PassionateAboutLife/~3/UTLvxeTsx-c/how-do-you-define-purpose-and-function.html" title="How do you define the purpose and function of your love partner?" /><author><name>Susan Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12680444949421756285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WKOPOPuAlUU/Tm5AhLbcZjI/AAAAAAAAA18/8Y4SJdNO3pg/s220/gse_multipart37861.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/TG1jcYhUjWI/AAAAAAAAAzk/RvDLKU96TvI/s72-c/love_suffering-.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-do-you-define-purpose-and-function.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEANRHY5eip7ImA9Wx5TGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580628187620095998.post-6785395280281913535</id><published>2010-08-02T22:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T22:46:35.822+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-03T22:46:35.822+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationship" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lessons from Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationships" /><title>My Life over Coffee</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/TFbdHW6LY4I/AAAAAAAAAzc/EakTEeZNeZc/s1600/worlds_best_coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/TFbdHW6LY4I/AAAAAAAAAzc/EakTEeZNeZc/s400/worlds_best_coffee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500827113358058370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The woman on the table next to me was sitting so close that I could smell her shampoo. When she stroked her hair with her hand a few times, I wish silently she does not have dandruff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite coffee place was very packed. But taking great delights in my coffee and typing away at my keyboards, I could care less about hogging my seat for 5 hours now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are moments I spend times to do the things I like. Actually, nothing much in particular – just spends times with Susan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that’s me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the noisy and crowded environment, I am oblivious to things around me. Only my computer, my book and coffee got most of my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally, I glance at some women and take note of their hair styles and dresses, trying to be some kinds of fashion police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice one woman in a black and tightly-clad dress, which makes her looks too thin.  Another woman has a beaded hair. She is pretty but I think her hair style is a mistake. Then I notice a lot of women’s eyes with heavy mascaras. It makes me wish I am wearing it like them, except I am just too lazy to do makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is funny though. My fashion sense has always been below average but it is so easy for me to judge others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surfing the net just now until the Wi-Fi Connection became unavailable an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While surfing, I managed to read some blogs, check my emails, access Facebook. Recently a friend from Denmark, whom I befriended in the chat room more than 15 years ago, suddenly got back in touch with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 15 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly! But it was back at the time, when mIRC is the most popular chat software. I also read few pages of the book I brought along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I cannot be without a book everywhere I go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I text-ed my good friend just now to ask her out for dinner next week and we confirmed on Tuesday. My parents called to ask me something about giving away my brother’s old computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my typical weekend when I am not going out with friends or doing something useful with my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the “quiet” time for me to write and reflect on things around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My life has been series of new discoveries now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday last week, I waited for the train for an hour only to get stuck when it broke down just few minutes after taking off from the station. I was trapped in darkness with hundreds of people. It was stuffy.  Luckily the doors could be pried open and a few people got out from the train. I only discovered then that the train is actually quite high from the grounds. So, I did not feel necessarily for me to get outside as long as the air was flowing in. Some got impatient and walked back on the railroads. A dangerous move, I have to say. Accident happens all the times and having your body run over by a train is no funny business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday this week, I have a surprising finding which is very good news to me. It makes me feel an unexpected good turn of life – at the time when I am least expected it.  I also almost lost my office laptop because I left it at the Mamak stalls but I was so lucky the store keeper managed to keep it for me. Another lucky , lucky break! Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few weeks ago, I visited the &lt;a href="http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/2010/07/life-of-myanmar-refugees.html"&gt;Myanmar refugees&lt;/a&gt; and experienced a lot of things. And I managed to write about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went for blood donation for the first time. (Yes, for first time, can you believe that?). And while I was having the blood sucked out of my body, a cameraman from one of the TV station decided to point his camera at me. Haha. I wonder whether I was going to be on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also went together with my friend to take her dog to the dog clinic – also first time for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, I am on something new too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am content with my life for the time being, despite my broken relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been more than 3 months now. It is easy to be depressed or think of the things that make me sad. But I know that I have to keep moving forward. Think of positive things and let go. Forget the past and forgive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say the initial breakup period is like livings in a void, where we feel disorient and going on an emotion roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know this is the important time of my life, because this is the time when I can reflect on my inner self to find wisdom in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will miss this when this is over, no matter how hard it is now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4580628187620095998-6785395280281913535?l=susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6785395280281913535/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4580628187620095998&amp;postID=6785395280281913535" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580628187620095998/posts/default/6785395280281913535?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580628187620095998/posts/default/6785395280281913535?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PassionateAboutLife/~3/cBgWTuhI-qk/my-life-over-coffee.html" title="My Life over Coffee" /><author><name>Susan Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12680444949421756285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WKOPOPuAlUU/Tm5AhLbcZjI/AAAAAAAAA18/8Y4SJdNO3pg/s220/gse_multipart37861.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/TFbdHW6LY4I/AAAAAAAAAzc/EakTEeZNeZc/s72-c/worlds_best_coffee.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-life-over-coffee.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8FSXgyfCp7ImA9WxFaF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580628187620095998.post-3854082259293401771</id><published>2010-07-21T22:56:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T00:13:38.694+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-22T00:13:38.694+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lessons from Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationships" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Culture" /><title>The life of Myanmar refugees</title><content type="html">My wife is sick for 3 days but I only have RM50 on hands for all our expenses before the next pay day. How can I afford to send her to see doctor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The local police and RELA keep extorting money from us instead of helping us. They tear up our UN identification papers, raid our house and do full body check on us to search for money. They take our money even if we are left with 50 cents. When will we be able to escape from their bullies and from losing our hard-earned money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long we have to stay here before UN can transport us to our permanent resident in US or Australia where we can really settle down? Some of us have waited for 5 years and some up to 10 years and there is still no news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only work illegally when my boss calls me. Sometimes, it is only once, twice or none a week. If I do not have job, I cannot feed my wife and our kids. Will I have a job tomorrow or even next week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are my children and wife safe in our home country? I miss them so much but I know I cannot go back. The only way for us to be united is to bring them here. How do I find a big load of money to pay the agents to bring them here? Will they be able to escape from the army and survive the harsh journey to come here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does our future look like? When can we live without all these worries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/TEcQG5aZBGI/AAAAAAAAAzM/In07E9OGVBA/s1600/3249194_f496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/TEcQG5aZBGI/AAAAAAAAAzM/In07E9OGVBA/s400/3249194_f496.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496379580905751650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day, these kinds of thoughts haunt the group of 40 over Myanmar refugees who are staying in two small flat units at Jalan Imbi, at the capital centre in Malaysia. Their living condition is poor. They barely have enough fresh food and usually eat chicken bones with rice. Sickness visits them as regular as friends. Many of them, especially the women, lost few stones as both appetite and food quality deteriorates. For some men, their wives and children are thousands miles away and they live everyday with the risk of not able to see them ever again. For men with families, they fear they cannot provide for their wives and children. Hopes and dreams have deserted them for most of the times. Worries come like swarm of flies, uninvited and hard to drive away. Their everyday life is so uncertain and future holds no promise to them. It is like they have escaped from one hell, only to end up in another, so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in Myanmar, they were the oppressed group, whose half-century struggle for independence has made them particular targets of the military. Village raids, pillaging, murders, genocides, and rapes are not uncommon. Children are kidnapped and enlisted to the army, only to suffer beatings, starvation, brainwashing and being left to die. But leaving their home to come to Malaysia is not easy either. They went through painful struggles to adapt to the new environment where no one speaks their language except the few country fellowmen. And it is a point of no return because they will be shot to death if they go back. Even though they are lucky to be alive and away from the brutality in Myanmar, they are stripped of their total freedom in terms of their body, soul and spirit. It is like they have to go through failures and heartbreak almost every day, thinking but not knowing how their life would be. These scars of their emotional abuse run deep and wash away their feelings of self-worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/TEcQQGfYzCI/AAAAAAAAAzU/zcPPwUJ2CDo/s1600/3252621_f496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/TEcQQGfYzCI/AAAAAAAAAzU/zcPPwUJ2CDo/s400/3252621_f496.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496379739035192354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the harsh reality, they are not completely at lost. At the very least, I think they are blessed with 3 invaluable things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;First, their faith in God and Christianity is strong. They pray with remarkable intensity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Second, there are at least some warm-hearted people who care about them -a group of generous Christians and a woman who has been looking after them for about 1 year now for 1 group and another group for few months. The woman is Madam Esther. She visits them twice a month and brings them rice, fresh vegetables, chickens, clothes, Vitamin C, medicine, games for the children- among other things. She teaches the women knitting and even buys them threads. When she learnt some have eyes infections, she bought eye drops and eye wash for them. She works hard to get enough funding to keep bringing these gifts to them.  She sings with them, talks to all of them and encourage them to talk about things like what they are thankful for ("Thank you!" in Myanmar is "chei-zu tin-bar-te"), what they are feeling and what they hope for. She is even planning to bring all of them to the Zoo in this coming August. It will definitely be a fun day for all of them, especially the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, most of all, she brings them love and hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So, the third blessing is also their love.  Though they are deprived of many other things, they are not short of love to give. They love their families. They love and help each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear of James who is already in United States. As he has a steady job and a home, he provides shelter and food for his fellowships, those who cannot get a job yet. I hear of an uncle in US who help to sponsor tenth of thousands to enable his brother’s families to be united in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder Esther says she is the one who is blessed in her visit and not the other way around.&lt;br /&gt;Esther explains this crucial fact to me - the most important mission of their cares is to help the refugees to restore dignities in their life. It is not just about bringing them food, but to be there for them constantly so that they know they have people who care about them and can be relied on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a gratifying experience for me to be able to join Esther on the visit on Sunday, 13 July to get to know the life of the Myanmar refugees in the 2 flat units. I find them to have very mild and relaxing manner, even the men. They are also very courteous. They pulled out the chairs for us to sit while they all sat on the floor of the tidy living room. They offered to carry everything for us, even our own handbags. The women are pretty and slim; some are a bit thin because of sickness or loss of appetite. The women speak no other language except Burmese, but the men, most can speak good Malays. They learn it while working for the local bosses – a testimonial of their strong wills, adaptabilities and brightness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are also very bright and active. There are 3 kids who perform wonderful songs and dancing for us. They understand English quite well because they learn it at the school – a service provided by the NGOs. Unfortunately, I cannot remember most of their names, except for a boy names Solomon and the girl, whose name sounds between “Tracy” &amp;amp; “Crazy”. I still cannot figure out her exact name even though I have asked her to repeat more than twice. There is a small kid who smiles very often and he looks very adorable in his red-striped shirt and little brown vest. And then there is a kid who is born with bandy legs, but he walks swiftly everywhere, obliviously carefree of any impediment. I learnt this from his father, Peter, who is a pastor and also our translator. Then, there is also a teenage kid who is deaf but so smart and observant that he instinctively showed us the ways when we were at lost on which staircase to take to go up to their flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all are really captivating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think and believe this. Though life is difficult, we can only sink so low but we won’t stay there forever. With even a little spirit and faith left, and most of the time, with helps from some generous people, we are going to rise up and have a future that we may never dream of. Not only we create a future for ourselves, but we also create a future for our children, so that they do not need to go through the same hardship we have been through. Even though we may not become rich, but we are in many ways, successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every little piece of dignities that is restored lead to that. And, we should be reminded again – this is not only Esther’s mission but mission of God as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/S: Esther will welcome funding from any generous people. Please contact me if you would like to contribute - I will introduce you to Esther.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Image from http://hubpages.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4580628187620095998-3854082259293401771?l=susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3854082259293401771/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4580628187620095998&amp;postID=3854082259293401771" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580628187620095998/posts/default/3854082259293401771?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580628187620095998/posts/default/3854082259293401771?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PassionateAboutLife/~3/A5tMxqbk52Y/life-of-myanmar-refugees.html" title="The life of Myanmar refugees" /><author><name>Susan Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12680444949421756285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WKOPOPuAlUU/Tm5AhLbcZjI/AAAAAAAAA18/8Y4SJdNO3pg/s220/gse_multipart37861.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/TEcQG5aZBGI/AAAAAAAAAzM/In07E9OGVBA/s72-c/3249194_f496.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/2010/07/life-of-myanmar-refugees.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUGSXk-cSp7ImA9WxFREEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580628187620095998.post-68270681062156364</id><published>2010-04-23T23:59:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T01:03:48.759+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-24T01:03:48.759+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lessons from Life" /><title>I'd try to make more mistakes next time</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/S9HF0YhTK_I/AAAAAAAAAy0/C-su6CwhfaA/s1600/More%2520Web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/S9HF0YhTK_I/AAAAAAAAAy0/C-su6CwhfaA/s400/More%2520Web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463365326703111154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;An inspirational poem by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nadine Stair, age 85&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I had my life to live over,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;        I'd try to make more mistakes next time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;             I would relax. I would limber up.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      I would be sillier than I have on this trip.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      I would be crazier. I would be less hygienic.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   I would take more chances, I would take more trips.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  I would climb more mountains, swim more rivers, and watch more sunsets.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I would burn more gasoline. I would eat more ice cream and less beans.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  I would have more actual troubles and fewer imaginary ones.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I am one of those people who lives sensibly and sanely, hour after hour, day after day.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;               Oh, I have had my moments&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  And if I had it to do over again, I'd have more of them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;        In fact, I'd try to have nothing else. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Just moments,one after another.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      Instead of living so many years ahead each day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     I have been one of those people who never go anywhere without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a gargle, a raincoat, and a parachute.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    If I had to do it over again, I would go places and do things.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                       I'd travel lighter than I have.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had my life to live over, I would start barefooted earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;           I would play hooky more. I wouldn't make such good grades except by accident.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                   I would ride on merry-go-rounds.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                        I'd pick more daisies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made lot of mistakes, but I think I need to learn through all these mistakes as lessons in life. Thus, no matter how hard is my situation, I try to live my life positively day by day. I believe when I am 85 and when I look back to today, I would feel no regret because I have made all the mistakes I could. I have tasted life at its best and worst. I have people who help me and people who abandon me when I fall. I have seen goodness and evil. I have endured prejudice, contempt and condemnation but I also have received kindness, favors and inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am doing just fine....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4580628187620095998-68270681062156364?l=susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/feeds/68270681062156364/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4580628187620095998&amp;postID=68270681062156364" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580628187620095998/posts/default/68270681062156364?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580628187620095998/posts/default/68270681062156364?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PassionateAboutLife/~3/4JmEnM0RusA/id-try-to-make-more-mistakes-next-time.html" title="I'd try to make more mistakes next time" /><author><name>Susan Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12680444949421756285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WKOPOPuAlUU/Tm5AhLbcZjI/AAAAAAAAA18/8Y4SJdNO3pg/s220/gse_multipart37861.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/S9HF0YhTK_I/AAAAAAAAAy0/C-su6CwhfaA/s72-c/More%2520Web.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/2010/04/id-try-to-make-more-mistakes-next-time.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUDRHs7eip7ImA9WxFSEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580628187620095998.post-7232554437119011268</id><published>2010-04-13T23:12:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T00:47:55.502+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-14T00:47:55.502+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lessons from Life" /><title>Life may not be all beautiful - but it is worth fighting for</title><content type="html">If you think your life is bad and you lose your wills to fight for your life, then read the true stories below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Story 1&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; True Inspiration to Choose Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 27 in December 1994 -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Alison was abducted  outside her home by two men who raped, stabbed and disemboweled her, finally slashing her throat 16 times to make sure she was dead.  No-one could have believed that anyone with such severe injuries could live but, miraculously, she did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is her account on how she could have given up after being left by her assailants to die. Instead,  she chose to live - to at least make one last effort to bring those monsters to justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was 80 metres from the road but if I was to have any chance of survival, I somehow had to get there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When your throat has been cut from ear to ear, you have no muscles to hold your head forward. So when I stood up, my head flipped over and rested on my back. My insides were also spilling out. So using one hand to hold my head in place and the other hand to keep my stomach together, I half crawled, half staggered toward the road.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shivering when I read the story. This should not happen to anyone - if God has mercy.  But it did and instead of carrying hate and resentment for the rest of her life, Allison decided to move on with her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/S8Sc3g7-1uI/AAAAAAAAAys/XlT_ZLwMWlY/s1600/mary+figure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/S8Sc3g7-1uI/AAAAAAAAAys/XlT_ZLwMWlY/s400/mary+figure.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459661125828138722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, Alison have written a book,  been speaking professionally for several years, got married and given birth to two beautiful children. Her message is - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Life is beautiful. Life is worth fighting for . It's not what happens to you, it's what you do with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can visit her website at &lt;a href="http://www.alison.co.za/"&gt;http://www.alison.co.za/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is also included in the book - &lt;span&gt; Happiness in Hard Times, by Andrew Matthew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Allison lives thousands of miles away and I never see her in person, but in this next story, this happens very near home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Story 2&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sometimes, we find hero in people who may appear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;normal or even weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Let just say - I made a brief acquaintance with a sweet-looking girl of mid-twenties. She holds a Degree and normal executive-level job. Though she is not considered successful in her career yet, but she is working hard towards it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind her struggle towards success, there is a shocking story. When I learned about it, I was very disheartened and angry but at the same time, but I hold much admiration for her  - for what she has been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, when she woke up after a drinking sessions with her boyfriend and his buddies, she found herself in a hotel - in an unspeakable condition. Her drink was spiked and she was raped by around 5-6 guys during that night.  And to believe that your boyfriend can do this kind of things to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what is happening to the world we live in. Her boyfriend comes from a wealthy family where his parents have a lucrative business. But who would wonder, they bore such a monster?&lt;br /&gt;I thought about the girl who has gone through such trauma but instead of languishing in her sorrow, she pick up herself and is working hard to become successful. I also thought about other people who are lucky in their life but lack the passions and want to do just enough to get through life halfheartedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, behind the facade of everyone, there maybe another different story - a hero, a nobody or an evil. It is really hard to know sometimes. Because a person who is kind to you may have an evil heart. Or, a person who seems to be rude and loud, may actually be a very nice person inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Chinese saying, you have to  - wear "glasses" to "see" people. I am not very good in Chinese , but I think it means you need to see the inner side of a person , not just the surface. Also mean you have to be careful sometimes, even with people who seems close to you. Be aware of things, be smart in choosing who you mix with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4580628187620095998-7232554437119011268?l=susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7232554437119011268/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4580628187620095998&amp;postID=7232554437119011268" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580628187620095998/posts/default/7232554437119011268?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580628187620095998/posts/default/7232554437119011268?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PassionateAboutLife/~3/TKNFB0uA6II/life-may-not-be-all-beautiful-but-it-is.html" title="Life may not be all beautiful - but it is worth fighting for" /><author><name>Susan Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12680444949421756285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WKOPOPuAlUU/Tm5AhLbcZjI/AAAAAAAAA18/8Y4SJdNO3pg/s220/gse_multipart37861.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/S8Sc3g7-1uI/AAAAAAAAAys/XlT_ZLwMWlY/s72-c/mary+figure.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-may-not-be-all-beautiful-but-it-is.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQFSHw_cSp7ImA9WxFTGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580628187620095998.post-2120659315356842385</id><published>2010-04-08T23:24:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T16:58:39.249+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-11T16:58:39.249+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lessons from Life" /><title>15 Tips to Lead a More Healthy and Less Stressful Life</title><content type="html">I wrote this list about a year ago to motivate myself to follow a more healthy life-style. Since then, I added few more items as I learned new tips. Somehow later, I failed to follow my own advice. I hit myself on the head to start again. Then, I failed again. And now I blog about this list to make sure I can stay committed - or hopefully so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shared these few tips with Jeffrey too. He acknowledges these are important things to do - that he too wants to start to lead a more healthy and less stressful life. But he failed miserably (much more than I did). I reminded him but saw him failed again. Few days ago, when his health is on the verge of falling apart, he said he will commit again. I said "Let's see". He reminded me about my post "&lt;a href="http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/does-it-take-lot-to-give-words-of.html"&gt;Does it take a lot to give words of encouragement to people you love?&lt;/a&gt;". I apologized. He asked me to blog about the list. I remember I wrote the list somewhere in my notes. Maybe it will help to remind him again as he always read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here is the list. You probably know most of these, but just to remind you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get enough sleep&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, it is  important to get enough rest. Our bodies need to be "shutdown"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (I do not mean total shutdown)&lt;/span&gt;  to recuperate and regenerate. If you are constantly deprived of sleep, you behave differently - groggy, short-tempered, panicky. This affects you and others as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Sleep and wake up early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the same number of hours of sleep, sleeping and waking up early is healthier than sleeping and waking up late. Also, when you wake up early, you can start the day without rushing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it is important to maintain a consistent sleep pattern, do allow some exceptions sometimes especially on weekends. After all, you should enjoy the freedom of life too. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is not much a healthy tip, but I think it works for me to keep me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Learn how to sleep well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you lay awake for several hours before you can fall asleep. Maybe you toss and turn in your bed during sleep. Maybe you dream a lot in your sleep, making you feel like you have not really slept. Maybe you wake up and still feel very tired. Any of these mean you are not getting enough of good quality sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually this is the problem with your mind. While you want to "shutdown" your body, you need to first shutdown your mind ( a good &lt;a href="http://www.ehow.com/how_2175340_shut-down-mind-better-sleep.html"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; here). Practice clearing your mind before you sleep. Put all your problems away. I also try listening to some music that purportedly make me sleep more soundly. I think it works sometimes because I feel more refresh during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Eat healthy and on time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your diet is important - more vegetables, fruits, fiber, less meat, less sugar, etc. in your daily meals. Eat on time, eat less portions but more frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Also, drink your coffee without sugar.&lt;/span&gt; I am coffee lover- I cannot do away with coffee. So, the best way I can do is to try to keep away from sugar if I can. Plus, if you are coffee lover, you should love the taste of coffee without sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Eat supplements consistently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the easiest thing you can do. Add supplements to your shopping list and then just take 1 minute everyday to pop the pills down your throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I  consistently take supplements, I get sick quite often. While I believe supplements are important, some supplements are overly priced and overrated. Thus, I do not think you need to eat very expensive supplements to be healthy. I take Vitamin C and Evening Primrose Oil everyday. They are not very expensive. But I do take bird nest once in a while - that is expensive, but it keeps my body heat up so that I do not feel cold easily. Plus, it supposes to give me better complexion - which I definitely hope so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Exercise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you say you do not have time for exercise, you are just making excuses! You know you can "make time" for it. It depends on whether you want to or not. Even Barack Obama said he will commit to his weekly gym hours despite the heavy job of overseeing the whole country. You may dread to go to exercise, but trust me, once you do it and keep the routine, you feel much greater than you ever feel before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to commit myself to exercise too. But every time after I finish my session at the gym, I feel so great, so fresh and even my complexion is better - this work faster than bird nest! I find exercise also tests my perseverance - to keep to the exercise routine and even to push my limit further during the exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I finish compiling this list and writing this post, I have gone to the gym 2 times in this week. I feel great and a sense of achievement for keeping to my commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Start and maintain a detoxify program&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this &lt;a href="http://www.lemonwater.ca/blogs/news/1473382-demystifying-detox-steven-chris-cbc"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/stevenandchris/2009/01/demystifying_detox.html"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; a month ago. I think it is cheap and effective ways to start. I think you should not waste your money on commercial detoxification products before you try this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Get back to nature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Go to lake, forest, garden and any other natures. Have a walk or jog outside (exercise and nature is good combination). If you do not want to exercise, maybe have a picnic, sit down to read a book or just do nothing- except to breath in the fresher air and calm your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Give yourself a break from the technology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give yourself a break from the technology gadgets and the noise from them once in a while. Close your laptops, computers, and TV - you do not need them all the times. Have a quieter moment for yourself. Light a candle and burn some aroma oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Also, you are not on call 24/7&lt;/span&gt;. If every time your phone ring and you jump to answer it, you are leading much a stressful and rigid life. Give yourself a break, you do not need to answer all calls immediately. You can always call back later. I know this is getting on some nerves of my friends and family, but sorry - I need peace of my minds sometimes. I sometimes forget to call back too. I apologize for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I saw a couple in a coffee shop. Once they sat down and ordered their coffee, they went into their "silence" mode to "interact" with their own iPhones - all the while (in about an hour) I never see the couple talk to each others - and they are certainly not mad at each other. I find this disturbing and wondering whether we are spending too much time in technology gadgets rather than with people, especially those whom we love dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Meditate and start on your spiritual journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not very religious, but I believe in God and all religions which teach us good things. I believe spiritual practices are very important in our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spiritual practices, including meditation, prayer and contemplation, are intended to develop an individual's inner life; such practices often lead to an experience of connectedness with a larger reality: a more comprehensive self; other individuals or the human community; nature or the cosmos; or the divine realm. Spirituality is often experienced as a source of inspiration or orientation in life. It can encompass belief in immaterial realities or experiences of the immanent or transcendent nature of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. When you are working, be productive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are working, focus on being productive. Do not chat with friends, read your horoscope, check your personal emails and do other non-work related stuffs. If you are productive during working hours, you can actually leave on time but you still achieve a lot more than others. Leave work on time for at least 3 days a week - this means you can work overtime for 2 days a week if you have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not be those lazy bums who are so adamant to insist of leaving on time each days even though there are tonnes of work to do. While you need to keep a balance between work and life, you have certain responsibilities towards your company and even to yourself to maintain high quality in your work. So, if there is really a need for you to work extra hours - there is really no harm for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a less stressful life does not mean you have to deliver mediocre works. Never settle for mediocrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Plan and do things in advance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On each night, take some times to reflect the day - what happen, what had you learn, any mistake that you can correct? Always plan for the next day. Even when you are having a hard times or going through a crisis, planning and living one day at a time can work out well. This is most important even if you have no idea what you want in life or what can happen to you in the next minutes. Even planning the next few hours are good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are more blessed, then you can plan your vacation in advance, plan your family time, plan to have your own personal time. Even put these in your work calendar - just mark you are busy.&lt;br /&gt;Plan for next week at the end of each weeks. Plan for next year, plan for next 3 years, and next 10 years. Keep in mind also things do not always happen according to plan. Thus, it is important to have backup plans as well. And be flexible (note item #16 on the list)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On your job,&lt;span&gt; do your reports and time sheet in advance.&lt;/span&gt; Do not wait until the last minutes before submission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Do self-talk and focus on what you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;We all know about self-talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; - how important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;have a positive image of ourselves. We are all living in a world where most people are focusing on negative sides of us- you are lazy, you have not done enough, you are fat, you only think about yourself, you are stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you need to acknowledge your own weaknesses, you also need to believe and remind yourself this - you do have self-worth and deserve to be happy. So, say this to yourself every morning when you look into the mirror. And don't depend on other people to make you happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are an unorganized person, say to yourself in your self-talk - "I am an organized person." Focus on what you want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Spend times to improve yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Embrace Change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to constantly improve yourself and learn new things. In the book "A Class with Drucker" by William A. Cohen, Peter Drucker said this- If you keep doing what worked in the past, you're going to fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People or&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; companies that cling to their past successes will eventually fail, sometimes in a spectacular way. Change is inevitable if you are going to stay successful. Be ready to turn on a dime and abandon everything that has made you what you are. Better yet, be a forward thinker and create your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;own changes and your own future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you think you do not need to improve because you are already good enough - you are terribly wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that we can learn a lot of things from book , from the Internet, from observing people, from others who are willing to teach us and even from those who may be lesser than us in anyway. But learning also means we need to put things we learn into action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Be flexible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/S8GIA7TM-RI/AAAAAAAAAyk/iw0QG1BLRTg/s1600/cheerful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/S8GIA7TM-RI/AAAAAAAAAyk/iw0QG1BLRTg/s400/cheerful.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458793772849363218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;In Happiness in Hard Times, by Andrew Matthew (picture included) , this is the advice on being flexible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trying to control the world and judging everyone in it wears you out. Don't argue with what has already happened. Roll with the punches, enjoy life's surp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can write a whole new posting on being flexible because I learn a lot from my own experience. When you are  angry and upset when things do not turn out the way you want - when things get delayed, people make blunders, people cutting queue, people breaking their promises, etc. - you are disrupting your own peace of minds and damaging your own health. In most times, you also make the people besides you to be unhappy because of your sullen mood and rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also guilty - I am angry when things turn out badly. But my anger is more inwards. Instead of straight away lashing out at people and then forget about it, things may boil inside for few days and I harbor resentment towards people who cause me the pain. Now, I learn to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, your mindset and behaviors also count a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I can start a whole new list on this because begin healthy involves having a &lt;/span&gt;healthy mindsets and behaving in an appropriate manner. Following are important to work on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Have faith in things larger than us.&lt;br /&gt;* Look for good things in our life and be grateful.&lt;br /&gt;* Forgive people - forgiveness is a gift you give yourself.&lt;br /&gt;* Practice detachment - detach does not mean you do not care, you can care greatly but be detached from               the outcome. Do the best you can do and then let be and let go.&lt;br /&gt;* (the list goes on....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4580628187620095998-2120659315356842385?l=susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2120659315356842385/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4580628187620095998&amp;postID=2120659315356842385" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580628187620095998/posts/default/2120659315356842385?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580628187620095998/posts/default/2120659315356842385?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PassionateAboutLife/~3/WdD63UvisSQ/15-tips-to-lead-more-healthy-and-less.html" title="15 Tips to Lead a More Healthy and Less Stressful Life" /><author><name>Susan Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12680444949421756285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WKOPOPuAlUU/Tm5AhLbcZjI/AAAAAAAAA18/8Y4SJdNO3pg/s220/gse_multipart37861.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/S8GIA7TM-RI/AAAAAAAAAyk/iw0QG1BLRTg/s72-c/cheerful.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/2010/04/15-tips-to-lead-more-healthy-and-less.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IBQXs6fip7ImA9WxBaGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580628187620095998.post-1072627668694095487</id><published>2010-03-29T21:05:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T00:19:10.516+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-30T00:19:10.516+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lessons from Life" /><title>Finding Grace in a Hurried World</title><content type="html">When the woman in front of me at the supermarket check-out line offers to let me go first, I glance at her and then at her trolley. I am carrying a basket with at least 10 items, but hers is not a lot more than mine, maybe 20 - 25 small items, mostly filled with green vegetables. And considering the 2 women in front of us who have their trolleys full of groceries and one of whom is paying with credit card - which means more delays; I cannot understand why she let me to go first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I politely decline, "It is okay. You do not have a lot of groceries yourself".  I regret the moment I say it. Since stepping into the supermarket, I race from aisle to aisle, picking things into my basket, choosing the fastest queue based on a complex calculations of number of people in the queue, how full are their trolleys and whether the cashiers are aware of what they are doing or just daydreaming. The reason I do not go to the fast lanes is because they have more than 8 persons in the queues in each lines. I swear my heart beat faster than normal on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not expect I have second chance, but surprisingly, I do. She offers me again - "You sure you do not want to go first?" she asked. This time, I take the time to look at her carefully. I guess she is in her forties, but she looks very vibrant. She is of medium height and slim build. She wears jean and white blouse with simple floral pattern - I think she manages to look both casual and elegant at the same time. She makes me feel the warmth in my heart- she is not only nice, but genuinely and persistently nice - a gracefulness that is uncommon in this world where everything has to be fast, convenient and self-adsorbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I take her offer, grateful for her angelic gesture. As I finish packing the last items to the bag and it is now her turn to unload her things, she smiles as she conveys, "Cannot let others go first again or else I will never have my turn". She looks over the woman behind her to make her point, who is also carrying a basket of items. I smile back at her understandingly. She makes another impression on me for even giving another thought to the woman behind her after she has just let me go first and the fact that she admits freely - things she is not proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find her grace to be motivating - remind me not to always hurried through things and forget to think about other people beside me. And also, not to forget to act in kindness to people, including those closest to me and even strangers -  who may just happen to be behind me in the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/S7DJ0U4mxII/AAAAAAAAAyY/LN3BoMwEoWI/s1600/relax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/S7DJ0U4mxII/AAAAAAAAAyY/LN3BoMwEoWI/s400/relax.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454081049542182018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4580628187620095998-1072627668694095487?l=susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1072627668694095487/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4580628187620095998&amp;postID=1072627668694095487" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580628187620095998/posts/default/1072627668694095487?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580628187620095998/posts/default/1072627668694095487?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PassionateAboutLife/~3/mpYMQuiKImU/finding-grace-in-hurried-world.html" title="Finding Grace in a Hurried World" /><author><name>Susan Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12680444949421756285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WKOPOPuAlUU/Tm5AhLbcZjI/AAAAAAAAA18/8Y4SJdNO3pg/s220/gse_multipart37861.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/S7DJ0U4mxII/AAAAAAAAAyY/LN3BoMwEoWI/s72-c/relax.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/2010/03/finding-grace-in-hurried-world.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcCQH8_eip7ImA9WxBSEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580628187620095998.post-3887097003407609739</id><published>2009-12-18T00:45:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T02:54:21.142+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-18T02:54:21.142+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationship" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lessons from Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationships" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Communication" /><title>Does it take a lot to give words of encouragement to people you love even though you might not fully understand or accept them?</title><content type="html">Yes, I guess it does for most people. It applies to me as well. I am definitely not at a very comfortable level of giving complements, supports and encouragements to people easily. But I really desire to be much better. I want to be able to do it so easily like I am breathing each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envision one day, my children will look up to me and able to say “My mom is always there to support me even though nobody does.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The caveat - I know I will not be able to fully understand my children. Times will  change everything around us, some generation gaps will appear. I also know at many times in the future, I really think they are doing the wrong things; their actions may even conflict with my principles. I may not be able to believe in their dreams, not able to accepts their friends, partners and lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I want to stay true to one function (among all others) as their mother who loves them tremendously – TO ENCOURAGE and SUPPORT THEM, even when the rest of the world scorn at them, as long as they are not making the world an evil place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently watched “&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0107818/"&gt;Philadelphia&lt;/a&gt;”, a movie produced in 1993 and played by Tom Hanks and Denzel Washington (both actors made a lot of great movies) . Tom played a gay lawyer infected with AIDS, who was fired from his law firm due to the discrimination. So, he engaged another good lawyer (Denzel) to help him sue his previous employer and to fight for his right even though he was nearing the deathbed. It is a touching movie, one that makes you question on how different people perceive each others, perceive what is right and wrong – which there is no absolute right and wrong, except on where you stand to look at it. (In fact, a lot of touching movies do that on different levels – for e.g., another good movie is &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0375679/"&gt;Crash (2004)&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One scene that really swarms me with emotions and wet my eyes is when Tom Hanks’s family pledge their supports to him, in a way that is so extraordinarily beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Andy (played by Tom Hanks):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There will be things said at the trial that are hard for you to hear...about me and my personal life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And there's gonna be publicity. I want to make sure it's okay with everybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;His brother:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think it's great that you're asking, Andy…but this is really your call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Andy:   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All right. Thank you, brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;His brother:    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey, you're my kid brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's all that matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sister:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To be honest, I'm worried about Mommy and Daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They've been through so much already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it's possible there are going to be some very tough times ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Even though the sister was not pledging her support, but notice that she said "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm worried&lt;/span&gt;" not, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You should worry&lt;/span&gt;" (sharing what she feels, rather than telling you what you should feel). And she also said "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's possible"&lt;/span&gt; because she has no way to know what is going to happen and it is not right for her to judge. See? Small words like these portray a lot of &lt;a href="http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/2007/08/sensitivity.html"&gt;sensitivities&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Daddy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Andy, the way that you've handled this whole thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you and Miguel..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(Miguel is Andy’s gay partner)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with so much courage...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't believe there's anything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that anyone could say that would...make us feel anything but incredibly proud of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mommy:   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, I didn't raise my kids to sit in the back of the bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You get in there and you fight for your rights, okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Andy:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gee, I love you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incredible, isn't it? Their parents were saying they are proud of their gay son, who contracted AIDS due to his choice of sexuality and probably his own carelessness; the same guy who worked so hard for his company despite his illness, putting himself in danger, only to be fired by the company and now he want to sue the company and putting his whole family in the spotlight and probably embarrassment, as well as putting more stress to himself while he is dying. This story may have been made up but it is definitely a great inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, when it comes to inspiration on simple encouragement from the parent, I could almost recite the words from a scene in &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0454921/"&gt;Pursuit of Happyness (2006)&lt;/a&gt; – an meaningful exchange between father and son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Father: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey. Don't ever let somebody tell you... You can't do something. Not even me. All right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Son:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Father: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You got a dream... You gotta protect it. People can't do something themselves, they wanna tell you you can't do it. If you want something, go get it. Period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not think it takes a lot for the speakers &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/SyphgnGOM_I/AAAAAAAAAxo/2VdzSxc_QTw/s1600-h/encouragement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/SyphgnGOM_I/AAAAAAAAAxo/2VdzSxc_QTw/s400/encouragement.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416248714745230322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to say those words, but the one who receive that, the very same one that may be in difficult situations or greatly discouraged – it means a WHOLE WORLD to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, ask ourselves this - what we usually tend to do in those situations?  The answer: We act the exact opposite. We tell our loved one off. We reject them. We shun their ideas. We label them with different names – selfish, stupid, silly, crazy, inconsiderate, etc. And most of all, we want to force our ideas and what we think into them. So that maybe, some where, sometimes in the future, when they realize their mistakes, they would recall what we have told them and we get the satisfaction out of telling them &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“I told you so but you did not want to follow!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony is – sometimes, when we "fervently warn" the people we love of what we perceive to be mistakes, in some hidden parts in our hearts, we unconsciously wish for them making the exact mistakes that we have warned them, this so to prove ourselves right, whereas our loves for them consciously wish them to be happy and successful – both situations are contradictory like the sun and the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 Rules to remind ourselves on how we should treat them (our loved ones)&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.    Remember this - our &lt;a href="http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/desire-and-faith-2-things-we-need-to.html"&gt;faith&lt;/a&gt; and beliefs can move mountains. So believe and have faith in them because we will help them to move their mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.    When we find them deciding or acting on things that are probably going to be some sort of mistakes, do NOT find 10 things out of the situation to prove we are right, find just 1 thing to prove we can be wrong and stick to that only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.    Prepare to support and give them a shoulder to cry on when they really fail. Do not feel it is right to retract that because they have not follow our advices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.    If we feel the urge to say something that sound like “I told you so…” – bite our tongues and just keep that to ourselves. FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.    Don’t force our opinion and judgment on them most of the times. We have the right to say what we feel and think but those are just our feelings and opinions, NOT theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.    Remember this – even though we are the more experienced, older and/or smarter people, accept that we may also be wrong sometimes. To Err Is Human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.    Remember what Peter Drucker said “If You Keep Doing What Worked in the Past You’re Going to Fail” – so do not expect others (especially our children) to follow what we have done last times even though we have proven records of success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.    Always stand by them, even though when they are wrong sometimes. They need us to be their loved one, NOT the judge, NOT the police officer, NOT the priest and NOT the executor.  Everyone will be judged by God eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.    Remember that our loved ones have their other loved ones as well – for e.g. our partner has other loved ones like parents, siblings, friends, relatives, mentors, etc; our parent has other loved ones like their parents, their other children and grand children. It is a very complex relationship. Be understanding and do not demand and measure amount of love and attention among each others and do not criticize and reject the loved ones of our loved ones (sound complex, I know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.    &lt;a href="http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-we-really-love-someone.html"&gt;Love&lt;/a&gt; them for who they are, not who we want them to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Warning: Do not overdo this, else we will be too pampering, which create another set of problems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4580628187620095998-3887097003407609739?l=susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3887097003407609739/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4580628187620095998&amp;postID=3887097003407609739" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580628187620095998/posts/default/3887097003407609739?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580628187620095998/posts/default/3887097003407609739?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PassionateAboutLife/~3/7E3e6ih0SLc/does-it-take-lot-to-give-words-of.html" title="Does it take a lot to give words of encouragement to people you love even though you might not fully understand or accept them?" /><author><name>Susan Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12680444949421756285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WKOPOPuAlUU/Tm5AhLbcZjI/AAAAAAAAA18/8Y4SJdNO3pg/s220/gse_multipart37861.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/SyphgnGOM_I/AAAAAAAAAxo/2VdzSxc_QTw/s72-c/encouragement.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/2009/12/does-it-take-lot-to-give-words-of.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8HRH08fyp7ImA9WxNVF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580628187620095998.post-1049363701497313293</id><published>2009-10-28T21:21:00.030+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T00:37:15.377+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-29T00:37:15.377+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Entrepreneurship" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Management" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal Development" /><title>Re-engineering myself to be more assertive</title><content type="html">My poorly designed assertiveness engine is failing me. It needs re-engineering, but it is going to be an arduous challenges ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember I used to reminisce a lot about an incident with my old friends. Two of us were having an intense arguments with my other friend. I did not remember now what it was all about, but I do remember 2 of us spent a long time explaining to our opponent why our choice is better. Our opponent sat calmly across us,  listening to our arguments. Our spirits were strong, our stands undeterred, almost hostile. After we were finished with our arguments in what seemed like a long time, our dear friend just said one thing in an unperturbed manner. "I still think my choice is better". As much as we were amazed by her answer, we felt the strong urge to reach over and strangle her. All throughout the argument, we were certain she was going to agree with us. Our argument was very logical and it was 2 against 1. Even the pitch of our voice and enthusiasm were on much grander scale. But, I daresay,  we ended up losing big time to her. We wasted our time, our energy and even our ego to persuade her into joining our beliefs. Not only she was not persuaded, she also never disagreed with us or spent as much energy to argue back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is, as I realize it now, the Master of Assertiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to misunderstand assertiveness as being able to prove your point or invalidate other people's points of views. I also thought speaking assertively means having a certain elegant air and tone to your voice that make you sound like when you are giving public speech to thousands of people. Indeed, as I begin to learn more, assertiveness means more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, these are the re-engineering programs that I need to put back to my assertiveness engine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. I refuse to be pushed or manipulated by other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one time, my HR manager handed me a legal document and asked me to sign and give back to him on the same day because he was pressed by the Global HR Manager from the head office. I knew briefly about what the document is about beforehand, but not the detailed  terms and conditions. I obliged and it was a huge mistake, one that came back to haunt me many times. Later, I found out that it is actually illegal for people to pressure me to sign legal documents without sufficient times for me to think about it. Also, I should have consulted people who knew the legality matters more than me. I should have stand by my right, to say I would not sign the document on that day itself, insist to take back the document and to hell with what the local or global HR manager think of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/Suhq0JQm2KI/AAAAAAAAAxg/FevZIHrZpME/s1600-h/No.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/Suhq0JQm2KI/AAAAAAAAAxg/FevZIHrZpME/s400/No.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397681597474855074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several other times, people would say something that make me feel either guilty or scared to lose what I am having. These are to make me do things for them, against my will. For example, things like "You will be mean to do things like this. ", "You have changed. You used to be very obliging and helpful", "I am in trouble. How you cannot understand my situation and help me?", "If you do not improve, I would give this chance to others. ", "Things are always been done this way." and "If you really want your money back, I would do anything to get it for you, even borrowing from illegal parties."&lt;br /&gt;These are all pushing and manipulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am done with being pushed around or manipulated anymore. It is time for me to say NO and stick to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. I have my rights to my own judgment and opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If what I have done or think is wrong, it really does not matter to anyone other than myself as long as I do not hurt other people. I have the right to voice my opinion and judgment. I do not need to care whether people think I am wrong or stupid or selfish. It really does not matter unless the person who think I am wrong are person who are dear to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. I can accept criticism without getting crushed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would respond well and accept criticism. I do not need to argue with people criticizing me, even if it is not true. Other people have their rights to their views also. If they say the grass is blue, maybe someone has sprayed some blue paints over their grass or maybe they are wearing blue-tinted glasses. Or even maybe there are actually blue grass growing somewhere near the northern Atlantic where no people live (yes, grass instead of ice) . From what I see and where I have seen it, the grass has always been green to me. I do not need to argue that with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, so what if some people think I am not a NICE person. I just get a bit fed up of being a nice person. A person that shout at you in anger may not be NICE, but a person that gossip about you behind your back is EVIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other end, if you say my fart is aromatic, I would say "Thank you for telling me that. I shall let you smell it more often then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. I  do not need to have reasons or excuses to justify my behavior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always feel the urge to give reasons or excuses when people tell me my behavior is such-and-such, which is unacceptable. While I usually do not lie, I find that coming up with the reasons and excuses, while it is not always difficult, is actually detrimental to my well-being. It also makes me defensive most of the times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For e.g., if you reprimand me for forgetting to turn off the light, I would say, hey,  I did turn off the light 99.9% of the time. This is just one time I forget, more or less. And we were in such a hurry that I forgot. Cannot blame me. Also, why it is always have to be me who need to turn off the light when we leave? Anyway, how much money we can lose leaving the lights on for few hours?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, in this case, "Yes, I forgot to turn off the light." will suffice. If there are more arguments, here is how I would respond:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Why you are so silly to forget to turn off the light?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, I am so silly to forget to turn off the light.&lt;br /&gt;A: Have you no brain at all?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, I have brain, but I guess I do not have enough brain to turn off the light.&lt;br /&gt;A: Do you know how much money we lose every month because you do not turn off the light?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I do not know, but I guess it will be quite an amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being assertive does not mean I cannot admit my mistake or say something bad about myself. Just say it without justifying with reasons or excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lot times, people will disagree with your view points. Then you say, of course, I am saying this happens under such and such circumstances, not all the time. Or, something like you say people need to be firm. But someone say, you cannot do that. You need to be soft on people with terminal illness. So, you start by saying, people need to be firm unless dealing with people with terminal illness, kids under 1 year old, mentally retarded people, etc. The list will never end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this problem too- trying to explain but I find by saying "Yes, I understand" when people say things to contradict you is good enough. And yes, there are always exceptions and you cannot cover it ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. I do not need to put myself in other people's shoes all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if my HR manager get scolded if I did not sign and submit my document at the same day? Why do I have to care about his ass getting screw while I screw my own ass by signing that document in haste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the story at the beginning of the "7 Habits of Effective People"? It describes a situation about a man and his bunch of kids making noises and irritating all people at the place. Then, the author found out that the man had just lost his wife and the kids, their mother. So, he was too distraught to discipline his kids. I always remember that story. The moral of the story is to empathize with people. Sometimes, it may not be what it seems at first. Put yourself on other people shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, what I find also is there are also a lot of annoying people with no care for other people in this world. So, if someone is making a hell of your world, it does not necessarily means their wife or dog have just died and they are too helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I believe I am too soft on people, especially on my subordinates last time because I always give them excuses when they fail themselves or me. I give myself excuses to fail too. This is bad, so being assertive should help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's  say, someone cut the queue to buy cinema tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Miss, you are cutting the queue. Please line up.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Oh, is it? I am sorry. I am in a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I am in a hurry too. Will you queue up please?&lt;br /&gt;Q: Really, I need to get these tickets as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Really, I think you should queue up.&lt;br /&gt;Q: No, you don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, I do not understand. I still think you should queue up.&lt;br /&gt;Q: But, I have cancer and going to die. I need to get this ticket now to watch this movie.&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;caught&gt; &lt;/caught&gt;&lt;amazed&gt; &lt;caught&gt;(Amazed) I really think you should queue up even if you are dying tomorrow. Everyone is going to die too. At least you still have today and you need to queue up too.&lt;br /&gt;Q: No, I am dying in about an hour, probably while watching this movie.  But I really wish to watch this movie before I die.&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;caught&gt;&lt;amazed&gt; (Caught by surprise) In that case, I really think you should get your ticket right now. In fact, you can have my tickets too. Or, even you can buy the whole lot of tickets so that you have the cinema by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, being assertive does not mean that I need to be right till the end. Empathizing with other people is important too. (Ooppps, I am doing it again, explaining the exceptional case that can invalidate my views. But if I do not do this, I probably get a comment saying that I need to be more empathizing, of which I already know empathy is good and need to be practiced, but just NOT at ALL TIME.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo courtesy of http://www.sxc.hu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/amazed&gt;&lt;/caught&gt;&lt;/caught&gt;&lt;/amazed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4580628187620095998-1049363701497313293?l=susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1049363701497313293/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4580628187620095998&amp;postID=1049363701497313293" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580628187620095998/posts/default/1049363701497313293?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580628187620095998/posts/default/1049363701497313293?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PassionateAboutLife/~3/0Fz8kMi5eG0/re-engineering-myself-to-be-more.html" title="Re-engineering myself to be more assertive" /><author><name>Susan Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12680444949421756285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WKOPOPuAlUU/Tm5AhLbcZjI/AAAAAAAAA18/8Y4SJdNO3pg/s220/gse_multipart37861.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/Suhq0JQm2KI/AAAAAAAAAxg/FevZIHrZpME/s72-c/No.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/2009/10/re-engineering-myself-to-be-more.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AFQHc6fCp7ImA9WxNREUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580628187620095998.post-927057588063397540</id><published>2009-09-06T02:10:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T02:35:11.914+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-06T02:35:11.914+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fun" /><title>Our Monkeys-Hamsters</title><content type="html">Sometimes, small things in life can really brighten up your day and lighten your heart, like a baby smiling at you, a small child greeting you with smiles, a shy little boy glancing at you, and of course, to watch monkey tricks from the cute little hamsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I can't resist to upload the videos of these monkeys to share with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Warning: Do not try this at home. 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We even willingly sacrifice ourselves or give up on things. Most of the time, we love them based on what we perceive how they want to be loved. But, is that really how they want to be loved? I guess, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read somewhere about this a while ago. Tests were performed on couples where they need to choose which furniture design they think their partners might like. The result is intriguing -  most of them were wrong. When asked what make them choose the design -  it is because they like it, so they assume their partners like it too. The conclusion of the test is most of us think our partners like what we like. Or, our partners are very much like us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember clearly about a story I saw in a movie many years ago. The story is set in the early time in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chang is a high-ranking government officer, a judge in court. But he is corrupted and much-hated in his community where he services. He takes every bribes offered by the riches and easily twists the justice in court. However, despite all that, beneath him is a very kind man who just want to be a "normal" officer as non-corrupted officers are very rare back then and can easily be out of the job due to political reasons (somehow, it maybe quite the same now) . In fact, behind the scene, he secretly help people and becomes the masked hero to the people. No one suspects he is the masked hero - to everyone, he is very far from being a hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even his soon-to-be wife, Jen, a demure and very likable girl in the neighborhood, is kept in the dark. But, somehow, Jen does see something beyond what other people see - the kindness in him that she knows one day will be shown to the people. So, she stands by him no matter how many people oppose him and question her why she wants be with a man like Chang. She hopes, one day, Chang can change his corrupted ways and turn into a respected man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But soon, with so many things against them, things turn more nasty and they eventually break up. Despite that, their love still remain. The once strong waves that they have been through suddenly become calm. Everything is calm but also lifeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, they bump into each other again on the street and decide to have dinner together at their old favorite stall.  And their favourite order is a bowl of wanton dumplings noodles for each. When the bowls of fresh hot soup noodles arrive, out of habit, Jen begins to take out 4 wanton dumplings out of 6 from her bowl to pass to Chang's. But before she reaches, she paused momentarily, in awkward realization that she should not be doing that anymore. Chang catches her act, and smile awkwardly too. Jen then takes back her dumplings and they begin on their meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either it is to break the silence or the awkwardness of the situation, Jen reveals to Chang how she actually like to eat the wanton dumplings. Due to her love for him, she wants to sacrifice her favorites to give the best to him. Chang is so shocked by the revelation,  that he pauses for a moment, and then burst out laughing. Now, it is Jen's turn to be shocked. Chang quickly reveals that he actually does not really like the wanton dumplings and prefer the noodles and the flavour of the soups. He thought that Jen must have feel the same and want to get rid of her wanton dumplings. All those whiles, by eating all the dumplings, he always becomes very full and it sometimes make his stomach uneasy. He has always wondered why Jen never bother to ask the waiters to reduce the dumplings during orders if she does not really like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it is ironic to learn that after such a long time being together, but both are very relieved to know these in the ends. They both wonder why they never share these little simple preferences when they were together and just assume that the other person feels and like the same things.  Though this is just an misunderstanding on a very small thing, but it is also an indication on how they can wrongly perceive each others' love and sacrifices at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making sacrifices and doing something that we do not really like doings for our loved ones are very admirable and important in a relationship. So are the basic things like hugging, kissing and intimacy. But, on top of that, are these challenges:&lt;br /&gt;1) to find out and understand how our other halves really want to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;2) sometimes, all it takes is ASK.&lt;br /&gt;3) accepts the fact that they are different from us or even different from other people we know&lt;br /&gt;4) accepts there are nothing wrong with them being different from us&lt;br /&gt;5)  do things for them which they really like.&lt;br /&gt;6) let them do things that they like even though you do not like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it requires you to not be "yourself". Sometimes, it requires you to get out of your comfort zone. These are all very unique in each relationship and for different couples - means it is totally different situations with your ex and with your current.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finding and understanding part is the most challenging. And often than not, it takes a long period of observation and probably have to go through a lot of misunderstandings to finally come to the right understanding. Then, it comes to the equally important part - accepting who they are and being able to compromise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/Spgr_E47ZcI/AAAAAAAAAxY/Nc5RkF3466U/s1600-h/1196529_love_heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/Spgr_E47ZcI/AAAAAAAAAxY/Nc5RkF3466U/s400/1196529_love_heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375094517910955458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo Credit : Stock.xchng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In the story just now, Chang and Jen reunite in the end after they go through a whole cycle of learning how differences they are and yet how similar they are in misunderstanding each other.&lt;br /&gt;Chang also becomes the true hero in this community when his honorable deeds are finally revealed. A fairy-tale story but there are things to learn from too -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; when you really love someone, just loving them may not be enough  - love them the ways they want to be loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4580628187620095998-4059066269051544683?l=susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4059066269051544683/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4580628187620095998&amp;postID=4059066269051544683" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580628187620095998/posts/default/4059066269051544683?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580628187620095998/posts/default/4059066269051544683?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PassionateAboutLife/~3/exlKVSDQ0vY/when-we-really-love-someone.html" title="When we really love someone" /><author><name>Susan Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12680444949421756285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WKOPOPuAlUU/Tm5AhLbcZjI/AAAAAAAAA18/8Y4SJdNO3pg/s220/gse_multipart37861.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/Spgr_E47ZcI/AAAAAAAAAxY/Nc5RkF3466U/s72-c/1196529_love_heart.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-we-really-love-someone.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QERHc8eyp7ImA9WxJbEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580628187620095998.post-1170781497215703949</id><published>2009-07-18T02:26:00.036+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:55:05.973+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-19T22:55:05.973+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationship" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lessons from Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Agile" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationships" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rants" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal Development" /><title>Hindsight: When I did not realize I could choose my friends</title><content type="html">Thirty is a good age to start to reflect on things that have happened for the past 10-15 years and try to see them in a different light. In most cases, I ask myself what I could have done differently back then when I have my current level of wisdom and maturity .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it does not have to be thirty for you to have the hindsight, although it is for me. You can actually start right now even if you are 25 or 35,  or even 45. But I find there should be 3 things that should happen first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First, you need to have &lt;a href="http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-life-so-changed.html"&gt;major changes&lt;/a&gt; in any different areas of your life: Career, love, financial,  friends, or family. Or all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Second, in these areas, somethings are lost and somethings are found. In most cases, the first and second means some crisis that you have been through. In the aftermath, you discover something that would not have come to you if you have not lost anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. And third, which happen later, is that you have slowed down on a lot of things. After sometimes, you have cleared out the clutters in your life and you are starting to get things back in order with whatever you have found in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those three things happened. And THEN, "it" comes naturally like someone turn on a pipe and the water flows out swiftly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the past major events start flowing back to you. It is not any events like attending a wedding or even your graduation. The events are those moments that have signaled something to you that you cannot understand or pick up back then. Until Now.  It is like replaying a DVD again. Only this time, you knew the ending already. You already knew who are the &lt;a href="http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/do-you-want-to-become-hero-or-zero.html"&gt;heroes&lt;/a&gt; and who are not. So this time, you monitor each of them carefully to find the telling signs when you have missed it previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have many of those reflections, I actually have problems knowing where to start and what to share. (yes, my blog posts are not coming so frequent nowadays)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have to do the obvious. I can only start one by one.  And, for this post, I choose this event that happened almost 12 years ago, which was during my college time.  It was a time when I have lost a friend who was smart,  matured and helpful. 12 years later, I realize that kind of friends is someone who I can learn many things from and may even inspire me to do something great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the people in the class called him '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sifu&lt;/span&gt;', that means a Guru because of his outstanding intelligence and willingness to help people. I got to work with him in a project in a funny incident. The project was actually our first group assignment in the college. The lecturer asked us to form groups of 4 persons each. At the end of the class, I found myself without group as I barely knew anyone in the class. There are another 2 guys who were in the same predicament, one of them is Sifu. So, we decided to form a group of 3, whereas every other groups have 4 members.  At first,it was very awkward for us to work together as we did not know each others' strengths and weaknesses yet. So, when the lecturer asked us to elect a team leader, Sifu was the obvious choice, because he is the oldest among us. Soon, we found that Sifu was actually very smart and knowledgable. The other guy (whom I call him 'Funky' later in the years because it rhymes well with his name) was not bad either. And of course, though I was not so knowledgeable in Computer subjects back then, I am always an avid and fast learner. Thus, each of us contributed our work, but Sifu was the one who compiled, corrected and enhanced the work after we submitted to him. When the assignment result was announced, we were at the top, even though we were short of one pair of hands and brain. Everyone in the class was very surprised. We were too, but were very elated and proud as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I started to get real close with a girl in the class who sat 2 seat away from me. We were almost inseparable in and outside the class. She became my best friend in college. I introduced her to my team members. After sometimes, we were like part of a larger group around 10-15 people. We all would hang out after class sometimes and we went on several trips together.  There were many happy moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, feelings developed between Sifu and my girl friend. Funny part was there were also rumors between me and Sifu, which honestly speaking, although we worked well together, it was just friendship between us.  Anyway, the relationship between them turned wishy-washy. At one point, one would drop hint that he or she want to be together as couple while the other would not respond or even try to avoid. At another point, the same thing repeated but with reversed characters. Since I am closest to both of them, I tried to encourage both of them to start the relationship if they really have feelings for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally one day, both of them decided to talk it out openly between themselves whether they should be together or not. Unfortunately,  I was pulled along in the discussion as well, which clearly, I shouldn't be there at all- my first mistake. I should have insisted not to take part and just walked away eventhough my best friend requested me to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, in an already messy situations prior to starting the relationship, let just say, the girl laid out the terms and conditions to the relationship, the guy could not bite it and the girl refused to relent. So, that was end of it, the doom of their relationship even from the very beginning. To make matter worse, Sifu made this clear- since they came to this stage and cannot become a couple, there is no point for them to continue become friends as well. I think that is because his pride and hope were destroyed by a somewhat, unjust demand from the other party. One of the demand, was that the boyfriend must accept that his girlfriend who will always put friends on top of him in terms of priority. You can very well imagine the reaction on a guy if he is so unfortunate to hears that kind of thing. Though at that time, I was also very surprised and knew the demand was a bit illogical, but I chose to let it pass my judgment. I let myself think Sifu was at greater fault because even though relationship did not work out (who can guarantee it always can anyway?),  he should at least be graceful and try to maintain friendship. That was my second mistake. Though my best friend also obviously did wrongs that day, I did not scold her or anything, which I should. I should be more impartial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that day, Sifu never talked to us anymore. Over the time, the group also split because some of us would continue our second year in other location/branch under the same college. So, we seldom cross each others' paths. I also lost touch with the other group who studied in the different location, also partly because they are closer to Sifu. I guess that was my final mistake,  as I have done nothing to salvage the friendship between Sifu and me. I could not remember whether Sifu clearly stated that he could not even be friend with me because of what happened that day, but I did think, we maybe still can be friends if I have taken the initiative and show my impartiality. But I also did what I did because I did not want to hurt my best friend, who was already angry at Sifu for how he just wiped off the friendship like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few years later, I heard that he started a cybercafe business with some of our college mates last time. At that time, I was still very much an employee. I had not the slightest idea on how to start anything on my own yet, even though I always know during college time, that I want to do that sometimes maybe after 5 years of working. When I think back now, it would be good if I can still be part of that group that is obviously entrepreneurial. Maybe I can learn something from them or even join in the venture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/SmLaunmcMVI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/h_o3oxxtd1U/s1600-h/Persondecision.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/SmLaunmcMVI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/h_o3oxxtd1U/s400/Persondecision.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360087000963363154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DECISION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo Credit : Stock.xchng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest mistakes in this story when I reflect back is not my inaction or my lack of initiative to right the wrongs. It is this -- I did not realize that I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAN &lt;/span&gt;and actually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHOULD CHOOSE MY FRIENDS.&lt;/span&gt; It was a very grave mistake that I continued for more than 10 years. What I did is just tagged along with any groups I got close with. I stood by and helped a lot of them whenever they needed me. I wanted to be a loyal and helpful friend to others. And I think now, I have done too much, but too little for myself. It is mainly due to my fear of being criticized and not being accepted by people. I want to follow the gang. I want to be nice to everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following are some of the good advices that I should have taken long ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. You cannot choose your family but you can choose your friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Choose your friend wisely, carefully, and  by their characters&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Hang out with people who are smarter and more successful than you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Stay away from negative people, complainers, and losers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. You become like the people you hang out with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. (And even in Bible -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Proverbs 12:26)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The righteous should choose friends carefully, for the way of the wicked leads them astray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. We should also &lt;a href="http://blog.penelopetrunk.com/2009/05/06/how-to-pick-the-people-you-work-with/"&gt;pick the people we work with&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have too many stories about friends (some good and bad things) that I feel like writing about. Sometimes, I fear that people will attack me when all I tell is how bad people are, like stories about my ex. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Actually, I did get started on the book. It has almost 30 pages now).&lt;/span&gt; It takes times to conquer the fear - but for now, what the heck on what people think!!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/4580628187620095998-1170781497215703949?l=susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1170781497215703949/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4580628187620095998&amp;postID=1170781497215703949" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580628187620095998/posts/default/1170781497215703949?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580628187620095998/posts/default/1170781497215703949?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PassionateAboutLife/~3/iPg93IvSOd8/hindsight-when-i-do-not-realize-i-can.html" title="Hindsight: When I did not realize I could choose my friends" /><author><name>Susan Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12680444949421756285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WKOPOPuAlUU/Tm5AhLbcZjI/AAAAAAAAA18/8Y4SJdNO3pg/s220/gse_multipart37861.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/SmLaunmcMVI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/h_o3oxxtd1U/s72-c/Persondecision.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/hindsight-when-i-do-not-realize-i-can.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEICRH08eSp7ImA9WxJSGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580628187620095998.post-874717086562617944</id><published>2009-05-10T11:52:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T13:16:05.371+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-10T13:16:05.371+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Leadership" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Business" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lessons from Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lessons from Mentor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Career Advice" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal Development" /><title>A man who has been through a lot of hardship</title><content type="html">When a thirty-years-old man share with you part of his life stories with tears in his eyes, some part of you will just melt down together with him, touched by how some people really have a hard life compared to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Indian Muslim, Naz is a bankruptcy with eleven mouths to feed, which includes a wife and 9 kids. A entrepreneur himself, he ventured into several business and failed, mostly due to working with the wrong people. Now, he is still in a business but struggling with limited capitals and resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a newcomer to our business-sharing group, he was telling us his stories with great self-containment from the embarrassment and the fear of being laughed at or treated with disrespect. But in our group led by Jeff, laughing at people's plight and acting disrespectful are not condoned at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naz told us the times where he had delivered excellent performance in most of his jobs. In one of his jobs, we managed to sell all the bricks which has been in the company inventories for more than 1 year and he had managed to sell it all in less than 3 months. From 3 lorries to transport the bricks, he made it into 16 lorries in that 3 months. Despite his outstanding performance, he realized he would not be given any chances to move up the corporate ladder. That is because the boss and majority of the people in the company are of different races, and having another race to head them with be unacceptable. Such is the world. Thus, he talked to his boss and decided to give up the job, taking with him, approximately RM 68,000 as the commission and pay for the short 3 months. With that money, he started his own business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately he did not make it. Soon, another acquantaince asked him to help him in his business as a partner. He worked day and night, clocking in at 7 am until 12 midnight almost everyday. Soon, he grew the company into a lucrative business in a relatively short term of times. Because he is a bankruptcy, during the start of his work, he was not able to formalize any documentation to declare his ownership on part of the company shares, a major mistake that would soon caused him to lose everything he had achieved in the company. When he approached his so-called business partner to request to put his wife name in the company share, he was terminated the very next day. Since then, he had been in a legal lawsuit with that company, seeking the help of the worker union. That was 3 years ago. But many were lost and he had not been able to recovered for years. However, by fate,  it was that lawsuit that brought him to us after 3 years. Though a broken and tired man, he was ready to be 'mold' and transformed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said each day, he have to pretend to be happy even though he have a lot of things to worry about to keep his family afloat. Just imagine someone trying to kick and swim with water just under his nose for years, pulling 10 others with him. Naz's eldest son, a 15-year-old, have to work on the weekend despite a major PMR exam coming soon. His family eat happily at every meals even though that usually consisted of just rice and eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though facing tremendous hardship and on the verge of giving up, I feel Naz is desperate for a break in life now and he will put all his life to make it for the maybe one last time. Not only he is answerable to himself, he has to face 9 little faces and the woman he love, whose future are unknown, but who have never leave him despite the hardship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By good chance, he met a good person in the worker union who is not only helpful to him, but who also believe in his capabilities and potential. That person in the worker union is a long buddy of Jeff and who is also in the business group. So, that is how we met Naz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to share this story because I learn that most people who achieve great things in life, are the same people who at one times,  are so broken and fail so many times that they may not even be able to go through life without the help from some good samaritans, who respect them despite their failures and willing to lift them up. But, of course, eventually, it also depends on abilities to work through the hardship and their persistences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously,  in my 29 years before I met Jeff, I rarely meet people has been through great hardship in life, except maybe my parents. But since one year ago, I found myself meeting and learning from a lot of people who have great misfortunes in their life. All of them would tell their stories with glimpses of tears in their eyes and some even broke down and really cry. Sadly, not all those people are able to change or break through from repeating their mistakes. But I learn the turning point is when a person is willing and ready for a 180 degree change. They may need to learn something that are so foreign to them that they may have a sense of feeling that they are learning from an alien. Of course, this is not easy and it is not something that can be achieved in months, but it is usually in years. All one needs is the opportunity to be trained, able to accept new things and persistently make changes or adjustment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ponder on this question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Naz is to know in 4 years ago that he will go through these 4 years of hardship when he starts to venture out in his own business, taking a big turn in his career, will he reconsider not to do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, what if, in his next 1 or 2 years, he not only can recover from his lost, but he can have a chance to be a really successful business man and financially free?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That,  we all do not know what his future will look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think he can make it because he has already shown a lot of courage and persistence for a man to first move into his own business and has not given up until now. And that is what I respect and admire in people, not the status or how rich he is,  but this -&lt;br /&gt;though sometimes weakened, but an&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; undying spirit in a man (or woman) to excel in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4580628187620095998-874717086562617944?l=susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/feeds/874717086562617944/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4580628187620095998&amp;postID=874717086562617944" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580628187620095998/posts/default/874717086562617944?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580628187620095998/posts/default/874717086562617944?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PassionateAboutLife/~3/8H08o3AY9uQ/man-who-has-been-through-lot-of.html" title="A man who has been through a lot of hardship" /><author><name>Susan Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12680444949421756285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WKOPOPuAlUU/Tm5AhLbcZjI/AAAAAAAAA18/8Y4SJdNO3pg/s220/gse_multipart37861.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/man-who-has-been-through-lot-of.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUGQHY5eCp7ImA9WxVVFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580628187620095998.post-1600864202886357711</id><published>2009-03-09T23:44:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T01:03:41.820+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-10T01:03:41.820+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationship" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lessons from Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationships" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Culture" /><title>How ordinary people become monsters ... or heroes</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The world is always filled with goods and evil." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many times as conveyed in many of my previous postings, I wonder at &lt;a href="http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/lucifer-effect-understanding-how-good.html"&gt;how good people can turn bad&lt;/a&gt;,   how and why &lt;a href="http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/human-crime-today.html"&gt;people condone evilness&lt;/a&gt;, how we sometimes struggle within ourselves to want to be good or bad when our &lt;a href="http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-life-goes-off-course.html"&gt;life goes off-course&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/2007/05/lesson-from-god-should-lucifer-be.html"&gt;whether to forgive people who did evil things to us&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is always fascinating to me to explore the subject of goods and evil. My &lt;a href="http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/myers-briggs-personality-test.html"&gt;INFP personality&lt;/a&gt; describe me as the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An INFP describes the inner conflict as not good versus bad, but on a grand scale, &lt;a href="http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/2007/06/good-and-evil.html"&gt;Good vs. Evil&lt;/a&gt;. Luke Skywalker in Star Wars depicts this conflict in his struggle between the two sides of "The Force." &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Although the dark side must be reckoned with, the INFP believes that good ultimately triumphs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, when I recently stumbled across the talk by Philip Zimbardo in &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.ted.com"&gt;TED&lt;/a&gt;, the author of the book "Lucifer Effect - understanding how good people turn evil", I am very much excited to continue on the subject. Click on &lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/index.php/talksphilip_zimbardo_on_the_psychology_of_evil.html"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt; to watch the interesting talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Here are the summary of the talk:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When our most favourite angel, Lucifer turned into devil, it shows that ordinary people can transform into perpetrators of Evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Evil is the exercise of power to intentionally harm (psychologically), hurt (physically) , and/or Destroy (mortally) and commit crimes against humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. There are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 social processes that grease the slippery slope of evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (there are a lot of similarities with the points I tried to make in my posting &lt;a href="http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/human-crime-today.html"&gt;Human Crime Today&lt;/a&gt;, so I show it here side-by-side)&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(1)  mindlessly taking the first smallstep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (2) dehumanization of Others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(3) De-individuation of Self (anonymity)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(4) Diffucation of Personal Responsiblity&lt;/span&gt;. - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DON’T THINK OF THE CONSEQUENCES OF OUR ACTIONS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(5) Blind Obedience to Authority&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FOLLOW THE CROWD. FOLLOW THE AUTHORITY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(6) Uncritical Conformity to Group Norms&lt;/span&gt;. - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IGNORANT. AFRAID TO DO WHAT OTHERS CONSIDERED AS UNCONVENTIONAL OR NOT COURTEOUS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(7) Passive tolerance of evil through Inaction, of indifferent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WAIT AND SEE. DON’T RESPOND TO THE SITUATIONS UNTIL IT BECOMES CRITICAL.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IT IS NOT URGENT TO SOLVE THE PROBLEMS (ACTIVE). MAYBE IF WE DO NOTHING, IT WILL GO AWAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (8) In new or unfamiliar situations&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Give people power without oversight can cause evilness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. We should refocus away from Evil to understanding heroes- most heroes are everyday people, who emerge as heroes only in particular situations. - For e.g. Joe Darby , who stopped the Abu Ghraib abuses by exposing the photos to a senior officer. HE DID THE RIGHT THING WHEN OTHERS WERE DOING THE WRONG THING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Situations have power to do 3 things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) The very same situation that can inflame the hostile imagination , in those who become perpetrators, of evil can also inspire the&lt;br /&gt;(2) Heroic imagination in others of us, or&lt;br /&gt;(3) render most people passive bystanders and guilty of The Evil of Inaction. (they follow momma's advice: don't get inolved and mid your own business!&lt;br /&gt;But momma humanity is my business.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we can choose to be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perpetrator of Evil&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guilty of inaction&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be a hero&lt;/span&gt;!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. We should encourage children to develop the heroic imagination and talents - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hero-in-Waiting&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You have to know how to be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deviant &lt;/span&gt;to be a hero. Act when other people are passive, be social-centric not ego-centric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. A true Hero said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "I did what anyone could do, and waht everyone OUGHT to do".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/RmOkklqnn9I/AAAAAAAAAGY/Aeg-cKQON4A/s1600-h/GoodNEvilEyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072078553842425810" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/RmOkklqnn9I/AAAAAAAAAGY/Aeg-cKQON4A/s400/GoodNEvilEyes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also learned from the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nuremberg_Trials"&gt;Nuremberg Trials&lt;/a&gt;, why the Nazi leaders can commit evilness on such a grand scale to the Jewish under the influence of just one man - Adolf Hitler. There are 2 main reasons which I could not have agreed more. There are:  1) the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lack of empathy&lt;/span&gt; for other people and 2) the culture to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; follow the authority without questioning&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's put on our halos and fight for the goodness in the world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4580628187620095998-1600864202886357711?l=susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1600864202886357711/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4580628187620095998&amp;postID=1600864202886357711" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580628187620095998/posts/default/1600864202886357711?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580628187620095998/posts/default/1600864202886357711?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PassionateAboutLife/~3/8KKvKC8H3xc/how-ordinary-people-become-monsters-or.html" title="How ordinary people become monsters ... or heroes" /><author><name>Susan Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12680444949421756285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WKOPOPuAlUU/Tm5AhLbcZjI/AAAAAAAAA18/8Y4SJdNO3pg/s220/gse_multipart37861.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp2.blogger.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/RmOkklqnn9I/AAAAAAAAAGY/Aeg-cKQON4A/s72-c/GoodNEvilEyes.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-ordinary-people-become-monsters-or.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4MSHkyeCp7ImA9WxVVEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580628187620095998.post-2110077315103413598</id><published>2009-03-06T02:52:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T03:23:09.790+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-06T03:23:09.790+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lessons from Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal Development" /><title>Desire and Faith – 2 things we need to achieve great things in life (Part 2)</title><content type="html">In &lt;a href="http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/desire-and-faith-2-things-we-need-to.html"&gt;part 1&lt;/a&gt;, I talked about how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;desires &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;faith &lt;/span&gt;get me my first job. Of course, desire and faith are not the only things we need to achieve what we want but it is rather a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beginning of great achievements&lt;/span&gt;, where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;plans&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;opportunities &lt;/span&gt;or even the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/paradigm-shift.html"&gt;new shift of paradigm&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;will come along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in the next 2 years from the time I got my first job, I threw myself into work so much that I really could count with my fingers how often I went to cinema or shopping. There were a good stretch of periods where I went home after 12 midnight everyday during weekdays and worked full day on Saturday and Sunday. I enjoyed the overtime though because those were the times where the office was so peaceful and I could fully concentrate on what I was doing. Also, I learned more when I did more on my job. On top of that, I got paid allowance of roughly RM10 per hour (after 8 p.m. on weekdays, though) and additionally RM10 for travel allowance after 12 midnight. So, on the many nights I risked my safety and got back home at 12 plus midnight, I actually earned RM50 extra for that day! In fact, I was not really thinking about my safety at all. With my overtime allowance of RM1,000 exceeds in average each month, I managed to pay my college fees and all my living expenses without needing a single cent from my parents, though they helped me pay my car installment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/SbAfk6-ZLaI/AAAAAAAAAxI/QfN7gT0k8VA/s1600-h/mousefinished.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 208px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/SbAfk6-ZLaI/AAAAAAAAAxI/QfN7gT0k8VA/s400/mousefinished.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309778679836519842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two years later, I earned first class honours for my Degree. My final year project supervisor was amazed by the programs I demonstrated, a stock broking application, which 70 percent of the coding was actually taken from my job. I got some good increments and also year-end bonus. Bonus was good at that time too; best performers got 4 to 5 months of their salary. Ironically, it was my first and the last time I ever received bonus from any companies since. Anyway, it was a great plan, wasn’t it; to study and work at the same time? And, most of all, I earned my independence and both rewards and recognition for my hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I still believe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;desires &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;faith &lt;/span&gt;are the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beginnings of great things&lt;/span&gt;. Posting my story here actually help me remember and renew my desires and faith for things ahead of me. Things usually get more difficult and complicated the longer we are in a career or life. Perhaps, we are laden with too much worries and responsibilities. Or maybe, there have been so much grieves and pains we have gone through; that ALL make us forget to nurture our desires and faith, to see the &lt;a href="http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/child-in-us.html"&gt;Child in Us&lt;/a&gt; even though the world and things looks so gloomy sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.    We should communicate our desire more and not fear whether people will make fun of us or our dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.    We should think everything is possible to be achieved. We should not think negatively so that we can console ourselves when failed by saying somethings like “already know it is hard or impossible” and “most likely is going to fail anyway.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.    We should convey our confidence in achieving what we want even if it seems impossible. We should not be afraid to have people call us liars or boastful, especially when we fail sometimes as there will be a lot of failures before we have success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.    We should persist with our desire and faith when things fail because we know these are just temporary defeats but &lt;a href="http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/slight-edge-philosophy.html"&gt;success is just an inch away&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.    We should also have more faith on other people, especially those who are knowledgeable, positive and more matured than we are; those who has helped us; and those who are kind and helpful to us or to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;It is most important for us to always know and communicate about our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;desires &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;faith &lt;/span&gt;instead of our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;concerns&lt;/span&gt;, our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;worries&lt;/span&gt;, and our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;incapability&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, we can complain like a wife complain to her husband and vice versa, but we also need to convey a large dose of positiveness.&lt;br /&gt;And definitely, we want to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;associated with positive people&lt;/span&gt;, and get as&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; far away&lt;/span&gt; as possible &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;from negative people&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4580628187620095998-2110077315103413598?l=susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2110077315103413598/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4580628187620095998&amp;postID=2110077315103413598" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580628187620095998/posts/default/2110077315103413598?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580628187620095998/posts/default/2110077315103413598?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PassionateAboutLife/~3/UuPoCOoHZBQ/desire-and-faith-2-things-we-need-to.html" title="Desire and Faith – 2 things we need to achieve great things in life (Part 2)" /><author><name>Susan Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12680444949421756285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WKOPOPuAlUU/Tm5AhLbcZjI/AAAAAAAAA18/8Y4SJdNO3pg/s220/gse_multipart37861.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/SbAfk6-ZLaI/AAAAAAAAAxI/QfN7gT0k8VA/s72-c/mousefinished.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/desire-and-faith-2-things-we-need-to.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcAQX4_eSp7ImA9WxVWFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580628187620095998.post-2923579151009038366</id><published>2009-02-25T18:24:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:07:20.041+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-25T19:07:20.041+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Management" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lessons from Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Career Advice" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Personal Development" /><title>Desire and Faith – 2 things we need to achieve great things in life (Part 1)</title><content type="html">In my 9 years experience of working and climbing the corporate ladder as well as more than 3 years experience of managing people, I decide it comes down to two things to find people who I want to work FOR me or who I want to work WITH. That is, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DESIRE &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAITH&lt;/span&gt;. Unfortunately, more than 80% of the people I encountered do not have both and they usually portray a kind of negativity that make it seems impossible to achieve anything at all in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I want to share my own experience and my explanation on what I come to value most in people, especially if I am considering them to fight a war with me – their &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;desire &lt;/span&gt;and their &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;faith&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start with Part 1 which is my story and Part 2 which I explain more on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;desire &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;faith&lt;/span&gt;, especially when people show me the opposite of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1999, when I went to the interview for my first job, I did not do the normal preparation like going through some common interview questions and rehearsing how to answer them well. It was not because I was very confident to get the job. On the contrary, I was just a Diploma holder and during that time, the 1997 recession caused the job opportunities to be scarce, especially for fresh graduates. And this job, which I heard, was paying quite well, around three hundreds more than other jobs I have tried and what my other college mates were getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted the job very much, not just the additional three hundreds, though at that time, it made a lot of differences to me. The three hundreds can give me all the food I need in a month. (At that time, I remembered my heart aching over a 5-or-10-ringgit meal, which I only indulged once in a while. My meal is usually 3 ringgit, 4 ringgit if I ordered drinks). I needed this job because it was a key step for my plan to pursue my Degree on part-time basis. My parents had offered to let me do Degree full-time using their hard-earned money, which my course fees and living expenses will be equivalent to the salary of my father, if not more. Knowing all that, I insisted on pursuing my education on part-time basis. I had a definite plan and knew very well what I wanted to achieve, which included to get to work as soon as possible so that I could get as much working experience as possible. I figured working experience is more valuable than a piece of certificate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was very determined to get a job. Not just any job, but a job that allow me to pay my courses as well as my living expenses. Also, a job that allow me to learn new things and also maybe help me in my Degree final year project. Since I was in Computer Science course, my final year project involved creating a workable application by going through a well-documented software development cycle. What would be better than to take from something I would be learning at work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky also as I had a senior working in the same company and the interviewer, also my potential superior, was my senior’s superior. So, he was able to put in some good words for me to get me the interview opportunity. But, job is a job; I still need to prove myself to the interviewer to get hired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, I just know how to convince the interviewer to give me the job. And that did not require me to answer the common interview questions well, except how to describe myself. I already have some sort of plan in life – my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;desire &lt;/span&gt;to excel in life, to get ahead of most people and my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;faith &lt;/span&gt;that I am able to achieve anything I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;desire&lt;/span&gt;, even without knowing exactly how to get there. Thus, despite my lack of working experience, which was none – what I just needed to do in the interview was to show myself by conveying my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;desires &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;faith&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I sat through the interview, without much preparation per Se, as I already prepared for the life ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked about my keen interest in programming and what the job can offer to me, especially learning to work in real environment and building software that are really being used by people in real business life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked about my plan to pursue my Degree on part-time basis. I know I can use my working experience to do better in my Degree study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highlighted my great track record of excellent academic result; I was mostly top of my class, sometimes even the whole batch of students in the same year; that means I was ahead of more than 300 others.  It showed I was consistently working hard to achieve great results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I convinced the interviewer that I could handle both my work and studies without compromising the work performance. In fact, I have every intention to excel in both my work and studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the interview, which I remembered vividly even now, I looked at the interviewer earnestly and said to him &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I am a very hardworking person&lt;/span&gt;. I said it with full conviction and sincerity. I remembered the interviewer smiled at me in response, maybe because of surprise or because of awkwardness of my unsolicited remark, but I knew he believed what I have just said and that would have made an impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I got the job, with a starting paid of RM1500, a good rate for a Diploma holder at that time. The offer for Degree holder from my company was RM1800. In the next seven years, in 2006, a degree holder freshmen can get up to RM 2,500 for starting paid; some can get even higher than that from a minority of great companies. However, I also knew some other graduates were still getting RM1800 in 2006. So, when people ask me what is the market price for fresh graduates in software engineering field, I usually answer, it is largely determined by what the applicants are asking for and how they ‘carry’ themselves. By carry, I really mean how strong are their desire and faith and whether they show it during the interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To many, this story of mine cannot be considered a great achievement. But for a girl with no working experience, came out from hometown to study in the big city 2 years before, the same girl who traveled more than 80 km to class each time by bus (I lived in a housing estate in Klang with my aunt’s family,  traveled to KL Central for classes by 2 buses per trip –one air-conditioned and one without), sometimes had to get out from house as early as 5 am, walked through a sport field (badminton, jogging) when the morning was still dark to wait for bus if there were early morning classes; this achievement is a great mark in my life; that all the sweats, persistence,  the fear of unknown or danger were well justified. I had proven to myself and to those who invested in me, especially my parents. Because for the 2 years of studies, when most of my classmates have settled down comfortably at home, probably after some nice baths and dinners and were probably watching their favorite TV drama, I was usually still on a bus on my way home. On top of that, I even worked as the college librarian to earn extra bucks. So, I spent longer hours in college than most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is I still have a long way to go, to achieve my ultimate dreams. But it will be very soon that I will get there. Then, I will start telling another story of my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;des&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ires &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;faith &lt;/span&gt;that get me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, wait for Part 2 where I will continue on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;desires &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;faith&lt;/span&gt;. Or maybe, drop me an email at &lt;a href="mailto:susanlimkw@yahoo.com"&gt;susanlimkw@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt; to share your story of desire and faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/SaUhogpt75I/AAAAAAAAAxA/3-htI33cAuw/s1600-h/20070710201833_journey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/SaUhogpt75I/AAAAAAAAAxA/3-htI33cAuw/s400/20070710201833_journey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306684715769393042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Photo courtesy of http://g8.no/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4580628187620095998-2923579151009038366?l=susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2923579151009038366/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4580628187620095998&amp;postID=2923579151009038366" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580628187620095998/posts/default/2923579151009038366?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580628187620095998/posts/default/2923579151009038366?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PassionateAboutLife/~3/KE_utnWoitg/desire-and-faith-2-things-we-need-to.html" title="Desire and Faith – 2 things we need to achieve great things in life (Part 1)" /><author><name>Susan Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12680444949421756285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WKOPOPuAlUU/Tm5AhLbcZjI/AAAAAAAAA18/8Y4SJdNO3pg/s220/gse_multipart37861.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/SaUhogpt75I/AAAAAAAAAxA/3-htI33cAuw/s72-c/20070710201833_journey.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/desire-and-faith-2-things-we-need-to.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYBRXw8eip7ImA9WxVXF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580628187620095998.post-5404739210917759578</id><published>2009-02-15T02:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T17:55:54.272+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-16T17:55:54.272+08:00</app:edited><title>Three most touching movies that  I watched (and rewatched) in 2008</title><content type="html">This may seems a little bit late to be nostalgic about 2008. But by chance, I happened to see 3 old but inspiring movies that I might otherwise missed, if not for the best of fate - definitely must-see movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one common theme about all the three movies - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the realm of possibilities&lt;/span&gt;. They tell us about people who achieve things that may at many times seems impossible to them and everybody else. They are not scared to try every ways to make their dreams come true. They &lt;a href="http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/never-give-up.html"&gt;do not give up&lt;/a&gt; when things are at their very worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are the most remarkable thing in life - &lt;span&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;simple love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;faith ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pursuit of happiness&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; changing the world by helping others&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie 1: I Am Sam (2001)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EROTbDCr5ag&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EROTbDCr5ag&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie 2: Pursuit of Happyness (2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_xcZTtlGweQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_xcZTtlGweQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie 3: Pay It Forward (2000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tGcwG-2owow&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tGcwG-2owow&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CwHcS-XoYbc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CwHcS-XoYbc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us be&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Passionate about Life &lt;/span&gt;cause &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is ever so Beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4580628187620095998-5404739210917759578?l=susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5404739210917759578/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4580628187620095998&amp;postID=5404739210917759578" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580628187620095998/posts/default/5404739210917759578?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580628187620095998/posts/default/5404739210917759578?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PassionateAboutLife/~3/ih4dpCydDjk/three-most-touching-movies-that-i.html" title="Three most touching movies that  I watched (and rewatched) in 2008" /><author><name>Susan Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12680444949421756285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WKOPOPuAlUU/Tm5AhLbcZjI/AAAAAAAAA18/8Y4SJdNO3pg/s220/gse_multipart37861.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/three-most-touching-movies-that-i.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAHSHk9fSp7ImA9WxVXFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580628187620095998.post-5586569563076638198</id><published>2009-02-12T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:52:19.765+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-12T21:52:19.765+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationship" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationships" /><title>He's Just Not That Into You</title><content type="html">I can’t wait to see this movie. After all, I have literally lived that kind of life for more than 6 years in my past relationship, trying to figure out what were wrong in our relationship, when the answer is so obvious. It was my first relationship, anyway, so I did not know any better. I wish I had known earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e_U4J3uFCks&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e_U4J3uFCks&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start to read the book too. It makes me wonder why women can be so dumb sometimes. Unfortunately that includes me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is a very good &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;education &lt;/span&gt;book for women. So, I would like to share the catching introduction here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Introduction by Liz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out just like any other day. We were all working in the writers’ room of Sex and the City, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talking, pitching ideas, our personal love lives weaving in and out of the fictional lives we were creating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; in the room. And just like on any other day, one of the women on staff asked for feedback on a the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;behavior of a man whom she liked. He was giving her mixed messages—she was confused. We were&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy to pitch in and pick apart all the signs and signals of his actions. And just like on any other day,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after much analysis and debate, we concluded that she was fabulous, he must be scared, he’s never met a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;woman as great as her, he is intimidated, and she should just give him time. But on this day, we had a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;male consultant in the room—someone who comes in a couple of times a week to give feedback on story&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lines and gives a great straight-male perspective: Greg Behrendt. On this day, Greg listened intently to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the story and our reactions, and then said to the woman in question, “Listen, it sounds like he’s just not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that into you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We were shocked, appalled, amused, horrified, and above all, intrigued. We sensed immediately that this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;man might be speaking the truth. A truth that we, in our combined hundred years of dating experience,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had never considered, and definitely never considered saying out loud. “Okay, he might have a point,”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we reluctantly agreed. “But Greg couldn’t possibly understand my very busy and complicated possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; future husband.” Soon we went around the room, Greg, the all-knowing Buddha, listening to story after&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mixed-message story. We had excuses for all these men, from broken dialing fingers to difficult&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;childhoods. In the end, one by one, they were shot down by Greg’s powerful silver bullet. Greg made us&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;see, after an enormous amount of effort, that if a (sane) guy really likes you, there ain’t nothing that’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;going to get in his way. And if he’s not sane, why would you want him? He could back it up too: He had&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;years of playing the field, being the bad boy, being the good boy, and then finally falling in love and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;marrying a really fantastic woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A collective epiphany burst forth in the room, and for me in particular. All these years I’d been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;complaining about men and their mixed messages; now I saw they weren’t mixed messages at all. I was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the one that was mixed up. Because the fact was, these men had simply not been that into me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now, at first glance it seems that this should have been demoralizing to us, it should have sent us all into&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a tailspin. Yet the opposite was true. Knowledge is power, and more importantly, knowledge saves us&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;time. I realized that from that day forward I would be spared hours and hours of waiting by the phone,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hours and hours of obsessing with my girlfriends, hours and hours of just hoping his mixed messages&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really meant “I’m in love with you and want to be with you.” Greg reminded us that we were all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beautiful, smart, funny women, and we shouldn’t be wasting our time figuring out why a guy isn’t calling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;us. As Greg put it, we shouldn’t waste the pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard. We’re taught that in life, we should try to look on the bright side, to be optimistic. Not in this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;case. In this case, look on the dark side. Assume rejection first. Assume you’re the rule, not the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exception. It’s intoxicatingly liberating. But we also know it’s not an easy concept. Because this is what&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we do: We go out with someone, we get excited about them, and then they do something that mildly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;disappoints us. Then they keep doing a lot more things that disappoint us. Then we go into hyper-excuse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mode for weeks or possibly months, because the last thing we want to think is that this great man that we&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are so excited about is in the process of turning into a creep. We try to come up with some explanation for why they’re behaving that way, any explanation, no matter how ridiculous, than the one explanation&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that’s the truth: He’s just not that into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why we’ve included questions from women taken from real situations. They represent the basic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;excuses we all use that keep us in situations far longer than we should be. So read, enjoy, and hopefully&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;learn from other women’s confusion. And above all, if the guy you’re dating doesn’t seem to be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;completely into you, or you feel the need to start “figuring him out,” please consider the glorious thought&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that he might just not be that into you. And then free yourself to go find the one that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Introduction by Greg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I’m sitting in the writers’ room at Sex and the City pondering my good fortune to be the only&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;straight male on the predominantly female writing staff (actually I’m just eating a cookie), when the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;writers begin talking about guys they’re seeing. This is a common occurrence, as it is part of the writing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;process for a show that explores romantic relationships. It is endlessly fascinating. I know that sounds&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sarcastic, but I’m being for real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on this particular day, one of the ladies pipes up with, “Greg, you’re a guy.” She is very observant,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this one, for I am indeed a guy. Then she says, “So I’ve been seeing this guy…. Well, I think I have.” I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know the answer. “See, we went to a movie and it was great. I mean he didn’t hold my hand, but that’s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cool. I don’t like to hold hands.” Still know the answer. “But afterward he kissed me in the parking lot.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I asked if he wanted to come over, but he had a really important meeting in the morning so he didn’t&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;come over.” C’mon. Are you kidding me? Know it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked, “Have you heard from him?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, that’s the thing. This was like a week ago”—now you should know the answer—“and then today&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he e-mails me and is like, ‘Why haven’t I heard from you?’ ”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at her for a moment while the answer was bursting out of my eyeballs. (Oh, ladies, you make me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so mad sometimes!) Here is this beautiful, talented, super-smart girl, who is a writer on an awardwinning&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TV show, a show known for its incisive observations about men, who you would think could&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have her pick of just about any dude around. This superstar of a woman is confused about a situation that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to me is so clear. Actually, confused is the wrong word, because she’s too smart for that. She’s hopeful,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not confused. But the situation is hopeless, so I broke the news to her: “He’s just not that into you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And let me tell you, that’s the good news, because wasting time with the wrong person is just time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wasted. And when you do move on and find your right person, believe me, you’re not going to wish you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had gotten to spend more time with Stinky the Time-Waster or Freddy Can’t-Remember-to-Call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I am not a doctor, neither real nor imagined. But I am an expert that should be listened to because&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of one very important thing: I’m a guy—a guy that has had his fair share of relationships and is willing to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;come clean about his behavior in them. Because I’m a guy, I know how a guy thinks, feels, and acts, and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it’s my responsibility to tell you who we really are. I’m tired of seeing great women in bullshit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy is into you, he let’s you know it. He calls, he shows up, he wants to meet your friends, he&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can’t keep his eyes or hands off of you, and when it’s time to have sex, he’s more than overjoyed to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oblige. I don’t care if he’s starting his new job as the president of the United States the next morning at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;0400 (that’s 4 A.M. ladies!). He’s coming up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Men are not complicated, although we’d like you to think we are, as in “Things are really crazy right&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now. I’ve just got a ton of shit going on.” We are driven by sex, although we’d like to pretend otherwise:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“What? No, I was totally listening.” And sadly (and most embarrassingly), we would rather lose an arm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out a city bus window than tell you simply, “You’re not the one.” We are quite sure you will kill us or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yourself or both—or even worse, cry and yell at us. We are pathetic. But the fact remains, even though&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we may not be saying it we are absolutely showing you all the time. If a dude isn’t calling you when he&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;says he will, or making sure you know that he’s dating you, then you already have your answer. Stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;making excuses for him, his actions are screaming the truth: He’s just not that into you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move on, sister! Cut your losses and don’t waste your time. Why stay in some weird dating limbo when&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you can move on to what will surely be better territory? Don’t want to hear it? Fine. Here’s the answer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you’re looking for: “Hang in there, baby. He’s not the loser everybody’s telling you he is. If you wait and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keep your mouth shut and call at exactly the right time and anticipate his moods and have no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;expectations about communication or your own sexual needs, you can have him!” But please don’t be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;surprised when he dumps you or continues to drag you through a completely unsatisfying relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve heard it and you’re sick of it. That’s probably why you’re in possession of this book now. You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know you deserve to have a great relationship. We agree. So grab a highlighter and get started. Liz told&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you I was going to say it: Don’t waste the pretty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4580628187620095998-5586569563076638198?l=susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5586569563076638198/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4580628187620095998&amp;postID=5586569563076638198" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580628187620095998/posts/default/5586569563076638198?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580628187620095998/posts/default/5586569563076638198?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PassionateAboutLife/~3/8DVJJKzg7Xg/hes-just-not-that-into-you.html" title="He's Just Not That Into You" /><author><name>Susan Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12680444949421756285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WKOPOPuAlUU/Tm5AhLbcZjI/AAAAAAAAA18/8Y4SJdNO3pg/s220/gse_multipart37861.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/hes-just-not-that-into-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4ESXg_eip7ImA9WxVXF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580628187620095998.post-2837479925235171290</id><published>2009-02-11T13:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T17:51:48.642+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-16T17:51:48.642+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lessons from Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Relationships" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rants" /><title>When we get more from the household appliance than we expect</title><content type="html">Jeff and I bought a thermal pot few weeks ago. So now, we can make our instant coffee, Milo, and tea very quickly without the hassle of filling the water into the kettle, boiling it and waiting for it to get boiled. And we can drink warm water instead of room-temperature water anytime of the day. I think it is an excellent product, a great innovation from kettle and thermos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gather it would save me at least 1 minute each day for making one hot drink a day. So, if I live for 40 years more from now, it would save me a total of 10 days. 10 days is astoundingly small compared to number of days I spend on doing nothing but daydreaming all these years. But the most worthy thing is that, in 40 years, it saves millions of my brain cell from having to remember to make my drinks after the water is boiled. In result, I can use the same brain cells for other things and save me a lot of headache. Maybe this theory is as laughable as the myth that human only use 10% of our brains – a theory started in eighties and have many people believed that they can still function if 90% of their brains are removed, so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is another interesting theory too – that is regarding WHEN to refill the thermal pot. Let’s explore it based on a conversation between Jeff and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: Why am I always the one who refill the thermal pot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: Because you always manage to do it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;before &lt;/span&gt;I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: Why don’t you do it before me then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: Because you always refill it before it is less than half the water. And I want to wait until it almost reaches the minimum level for refill. I gather it will save more electricity that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: Say you wait until the water level almost reaches the minimum. Then, you start pouring out the water until it is below the minimum. And you are blithely unaware of it and you forget to refill. How’s that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Silence…. Sigh! I can’t argue that since I have bad track records of forgetting things.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: What if our kids next time pour water from the pot. You expect them to refill each time it reaches below minimum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Still silence…..Since we do not have kids right now and we still have to wait 5 to 7 years before they can start using the thermal pot, nevertheless, this is a undeniable point – when it comes to safety of children)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: Why do you always have to wait for things to reach its critical point, then only you want to react? Then, if you miss it, troubles come. Isn’t it you blog about sense of urgency a while ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: Yeah, I did. 2 posts actually&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/sense-of-urgency-critical-asset-in-life.html"&gt;Sense of urgency – Critical Asset in Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/human-crime-today.html"&gt;Human Crime Today&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;). &lt;/span&gt;I guess it is because I am a &lt;a href="http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/2007/10/procrastination.html"&gt;procrastinator&lt;/a&gt;. It is like a curse or something – keep me from doing right things sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: You want to use that as an excuse to fail in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Short silence - then) &lt;/span&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: There, you get me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not actually the exact conversation because most of the expressions in regards to the sense of urgency happened several times to other topic of discussions. Nevertheless, since last week, I have refilled the thermal pot more than 3 times. The water levels never get below half of the pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know why I want to blog this. But then, since I deal a lot with household stuffs when I have become the &lt;a href="http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-home-based-consultant.html"&gt;home-based consultant&lt;/a&gt;, I guess it is naturally a big part of my life that I need to talk about. Even my old classmates ask me teasingly every times they see me- so, what food/dish have you learn to cook nowadays?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4580628187620095998-2837479925235171290?l=susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2837479925235171290/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4580628187620095998&amp;postID=2837479925235171290" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580628187620095998/posts/default/2837479925235171290?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4580628187620095998/posts/default/2837479925235171290?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/PassionateAboutLife/~3/zUgB7_t-K1w/when-we-get-more-from-household.html" title="When we get more from the household appliance than we expect" /><author><name>Susan Lim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12680444949421756285</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WKOPOPuAlUU/Tm5AhLbcZjI/AAAAAAAAA18/8Y4SJdNO3pg/s220/gse_multipart37861.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://susan-passionateaboutlife.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-we-get-more-from-household.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MBRnc4fyp7ImA9WxVXE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4580628187620095998.post-7909980225448137614</id><published>2009-02-05T10:29:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T17:44:17.937+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-11T17:44:17.937+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Entrepreneurship" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Business" /><title>TEAM - Are you a hare, owl, turtle or squirrel?</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/SYpYKJJRQAI/AAAAAAAAAw4/48FpcLtQj1E/s1600-h/thumb_one_minute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/SYpYKJJRQAI/AAAAAAAAAw4/48FpcLtQj1E/s400/thumb_one_minute.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299144842831544322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just picked up &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The One Minute Millionaire&lt;/span&gt; by Mark Victor Hansen and Robert G. Allen and found it to be very enlightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;i&gt;    &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I like the &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Multiple Streams of Income"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ogether &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;veryone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ccomplishes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;iracles - TEAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;" &lt;/b&gt;concept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For team concept, to create wealth - one must first build a diverse team as success is not a solo project. The diverse team consisted of four different categories of workers, known as the Hares, the Owls, the Tortoise, and the Squirrels. Each one has own strengths to leverage on to make the team successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hare &lt;/span&gt;- Creative Types, but bad at follow-through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Owls &lt;/span&gt;- Planners and go-getters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Turtles &lt;/span&gt;- Cautious Types who point out issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Squirrels &lt;/span&gt;- Details oriented person who get the job done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one-minute millionaire site offer a survey to determine which type of worker you are. I found out to be a Hare, which I had guessed right. Here is the link to take the survey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oneminutemillionaire.com/tools/hots.asp"&gt;http://www.oneminutemillionaire.com/tools/hots.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are the explanations of the roles of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hare&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Squirrel &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hare/Owl&lt;/span&gt;  (a combination of role). If you have result of Owl or Tortoise or other combination, maybe you can post it here in the comment section. It is interesting to know more about the other types of people that we have to work with, and most importantly since we all have to deal with each differences and also improve ourselves. For e.g. I learn that I need to be more detailed like a Squirrel, plan more like an Owl and be able to anticipate problems like a Tortoise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/SYpTkWIgrUI/AAAAAAAAAwY/USweVJPHlgg/s1600-h/Hare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 75px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/SYpTkWIgrUI/AAAAAAAAAwY/USweVJPHlgg/s400/Hare.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299139795436481858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Hare Role&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;APPROACH: &lt;/span&gt;Conceptual/Spontaneous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DESCRIPTION:&lt;/span&gt; The Hare generates the concepts and ideas. They like to reframe the problem and look for solutions that may be unusual, unique,and/or outside the boundaries of traditional thought. Hares are good at exploring alternatives and perceiving the "big picture".&lt;br /&gt;Hares want freedom from constraint, and when a rule exists they may break it. They may act impulsively, letting their feelings guide them. They derive satisfaction from the process of creating,discussing concepts and ideas,and overcoming obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;When everything is in its place,the Hare may become restless,get impatient,and have a tendency to move from one subject to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONTRIBUTION: &lt;/span&gt;Fresh, original concepts that go beyond the obvious,and are not constrained by fear of failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WEAKNESESS: &lt;/span&gt;Because the Hare enjoys generating ideas, they may move from one idea to another without stopping to evaluate the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;If left alone to refine concepts, they will solve the problem within the problem within the problem, and eventually lose sight of the objective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INSTINCT: &lt;/span&gt;Reframing problems to achieve breakthrough solutions, moving in new directions, examining possibilities without regard to risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/SYpT-Q896vI/AAAAAAAAAwg/DfCPqek8-SM/s1600-h/Squirrel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 75px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/SYpT-Q896vI/AAAAAAAAAwg/DfCPqek8-SM/s400/Squirrel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299140240722488050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Squirrel Role&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;APPROACH:&lt;/span&gt; Methodical/Practical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DESCRIPTION:&lt;/span&gt; The Squirrel, more interested in protecting the system than being in the meeting, follows-up on team objectives, and implements ideas and solutions. They focus on ensuring the implementation process runs in an orderly manner, and achieving high quality outcomes.&lt;br /&gt;Squirrels prefer proven, familiar ideas over the novel and untried. They pay attention to details, and see that plans follow an orderly process.&lt;br /&gt;The Squirrel is comfortable being methodical. They tend to be cautious in trying out a new approach, and prefer to think things over carefully before acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONTRIBUTION: &lt;/span&gt;The details. Spotting easily overlooked problems before they occur, and minimizing inefficiencies and errors during implementation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WEAKNESESS:&lt;/span&gt; If working without clear and focused objectives or guidelines, the Squirrel may lose sight of the goal and pursue irrelevant strategies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INSTINCT: &lt;/span&gt;To finish what they start,and do things right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/SYpUNoJNvvI/AAAAAAAAAwo/TctzL28lU9U/s1600-h/Owl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 75px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/SYpUNoJNvvI/AAAAAAAAAwo/TctzL28lU9U/s400/Owl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299140504645910258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Hare/Owl Role&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;APPROACH&lt;/span&gt;: Conceptual/Spontaneous/Practical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DESCRIPTION&lt;/span&gt;: The Hare/Owl is an idea generator who is also a true entrepreneur. They are good at exploring alternatives and concepts, and they are also more comfortable with an insightful plan. The Hare/Owl is able to generate ideas and develop a plan, based on past experience, to promote those ideas successfully.&lt;br /&gt;The Hare/Owl derives satisfaction from identifying good ideas and developing solutions and strategies to overcome obstacles to implementation. They enjoy working on multiple tasks and like to be involved with the creation and advancement of ideas.&lt;br /&gt;When everything is in its place, the Hare/Owl may get impatient, ready for the next challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONTRIBUTION:&lt;/span&gt; Development of new concepts and ideas that can be advanced within a known process or structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WEAKNESESS:&lt;/span&gt; The Hare/Owl may become frustrated with the details of an orderly implementation plan, and may pay little attention to the danger signs and barriers associated with implementation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INSTINCT:&lt;/span&gt; Creating new ideas and advancing them in pursuit of team objectives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/SYpURizQpTI/AAAAAAAAAww/giMkNrtfhlI/s1600-h/Turtle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 75px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_krUsD1ZYW04/SYpURizQpTI/AAAAAAAAAww/giMkNrtfhlI/s400/Turtle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299140571931125042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No Result for Tortoise and Owl. Please post it if you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other types of personality test if you are interested. 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