<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335</id><updated>2012-02-25T08:04:20.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My point of View</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-8666122829772037688</id><published>2012-02-24T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-24T10:08:14.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Is a holiday really necessary? As for me, I would say it's necessary. It could lift up our spirit when we think about our upcoming holiday. As far as possible, I would like to visit all those awesome places in the whole wide world. Who wouldn't want, right? You might ask, "What about finances?" True, we need finances if we want to travel. So I have decided to save for my travels..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-8666122829772037688?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/8666122829772037688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=8666122829772037688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/8666122829772037688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/8666122829772037688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2012/02/holiday.html' title='Holiday'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-5240748834147269329</id><published>2012-02-05T08:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T08:28:58.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Family is very important to each and everyone of us. No matter how busy we are, we shouldn't neglect our family. We should make time for every member of the family. It doesn't matter if we couldn't gather all the members together at one time. As long as family members get together whenever possible, that would be just fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When family members are together during the early years, there are memories to be cherished. When most of the members have their own lives away from home, that's when more contact should be done. Cherish those moments as time really flies..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-5240748834147269329?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/5240748834147269329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=5240748834147269329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/5240748834147269329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/5240748834147269329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2012/02/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-1154555605293924057</id><published>2012-01-19T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T00:37:19.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why do we get married in the first place? As for me, I thought that it was very usual for everyone to go through. But after having gone through, sometimes I felt that it is not necessary at all. If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have got married. Why?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I suppose we would be more or less on our own. We don't need to bother about our spouse who might hurt us one way or another. We don't need to be treated like that. We should have the freedom that we need.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We could even made our own mind without the consent from our spouse. I really envy those who were not married. How I wish..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-1154555605293924057?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/1154555605293924057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=1154555605293924057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/1154555605293924057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/1154555605293924057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2012/01/marriage.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-664092340498024527</id><published>2012-01-05T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T10:11:38.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn to listen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Learn to listen with intensity,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picking others' brains each day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People like to tell and talk and teach,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be wise and let them have their say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Lillian Too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My opinion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do you actually listen with intensity? As for me, I love to listen to others' stories. They somehow make our day. In this world, we can't live alone. We need friends where we can talk and talk. No harm in gossiping if gossips are just within yourself and NOT to be spread to others..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-664092340498024527?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/664092340498024527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=664092340498024527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/664092340498024527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/664092340498024527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2012/01/learn-to-listen.html' title='Learn to listen'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-7989843018537509958</id><published>2011-12-28T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T10:20:19.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lasting Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How to maintain love? It's a wonder if a couple could maintain their love forever. Don't you think so. Lasting love is there but the feel of it always almost diminished. Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Firstly, it could be due to time factor. During courtship, everything is so beautiful and love could be felt. Then comes marriage when a couple decides to settle down. When kids come along, there's when the feel will slowly goes down.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Every married couple would definitely feel the stress of marriage. So much things to think about. What more when the kids get bigger and bigger. Financial is another headache provided they are well off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Most couple don't have the lovey dovey feel anymore when they are deeper into marriage. Anyway, love is of course still deep inside..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-7989843018537509958?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/7989843018537509958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=7989843018537509958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/7989843018537509958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/7989843018537509958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/12/lasting-love.html' title='Lasting Love'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-1895918291740680172</id><published>2011-12-15T23:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T23:55:37.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money or love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Which would you choose? Money or love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We can't deny that money is very important in one's life. Without money, we might be miserable as we couldn't get to do what the rich could do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Of course, love is important too. You would rather our spouse to love us than just lavish us with all the stuff that he/she could get for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In my opinion, when one has the money, one would rather choose Love. As we know, money can't buy love. Love is hard to come by and it couldn't be sold too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So even if we are not rich, we could still live by love. And if we are rich but there's no Love, what's the point?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-1895918291740680172?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/1895918291740680172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=1895918291740680172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/1895918291740680172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/1895918291740680172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/12/money-or-love.html' title='Money or love'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-4887895548192236576</id><published>2011-11-25T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T09:41:50.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love or hate</title><content type='html'>In our lives, there are so many things that we either love or hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely hate it when I need to get up early in the morning to get to work.&lt;br /&gt;I love to sleep on and get up on my own without the sounding from the alarm clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to cook for my family.&lt;br /&gt;I hate to eat out every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love people who are honest.&lt;br /&gt;I hate people who are dishonest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, I love to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;I hate to be taken for granted..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-4887895548192236576?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/4887895548192236576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=4887895548192236576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/4887895548192236576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/4887895548192236576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/11/love-or-hate.html' title='Love or hate'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-8186625233077408879</id><published>2011-11-19T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T00:00:40.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Healthy or wealthy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What's the point of being wealthy when you are not healthy? I just couldn't understand why some people just refuse to take care of their own health. They may have so much money that they splash it on liquors and cigarettes. They know very well that these two would definitely ruin their health and thus their lives. But they couldn't care less. Drinking and smoking are of utmost importance to them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, when they fell sick and need treatments, they don't mind spending their fortune on that. What's the point? They might as well spend their money on good food that keeps them healthy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-8186625233077408879?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/8186625233077408879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=8186625233077408879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/8186625233077408879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/8186625233077408879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/11/healthy-or-wealthy.html' title='Healthy or wealthy'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-4493795846310599689</id><published>2011-11-03T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T23:51:13.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger won't overcome any problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why should one get angry when someone else does something wrong. Anger won't solve the problem. It might create angry environment. Why can't the problem be solved in a cool way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As for me, I wouldn't like to be scolded should I do anything wrong. No one is perfect and we are bound to make mistakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would prefer to be told in a nicer way rather than being scolded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-4493795846310599689?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/4493795846310599689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=4493795846310599689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/4493795846310599689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/4493795846310599689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/11/anger-wont-overcome-any-problem.html' title='Anger won&apos;t overcome any problem'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-795686827307853486</id><published>2011-10-28T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T00:24:57.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciation</title><content type='html'>We should appreciate what others did for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uWNpXcDiGzY" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-795686827307853486?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/795686827307853486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=795686827307853486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/795686827307853486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/795686827307853486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/10/appreciation.html' title='Appreciation'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/uWNpXcDiGzY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-114585651568168764</id><published>2011-10-18T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T10:02:46.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex in Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 19px;"&gt;Sex  is crucial in a marriage if you want to keep the marriage alive. It  plays a huge part in its success. It can be the difference between  looking outside of the marriage for sexual satisfaction and not. Too  often though, life takes over and before you know it, you stop making  love. Your only romantic liaison may be a quick romp under the bedcovers  on a Friday night with the lights turned off. Sound familiar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember, making love is far more unique than having sex. Anyone can have sex, but not everyone can make love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://loversguilde.blogspot.com/2011/05/difference-between-having-sex-and.html"&gt;source&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my view:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 19px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The moment we step into marriage, we can't run away from sex. But do we actually appreciate it? Do we just do it for producing kids or just for satisfaction? Different people has different opinion. But I believe making love is more important than just merely have sex..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: normal; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-114585651568168764?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/114585651568168764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=114585651568168764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/114585651568168764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/114585651568168764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/10/sex-in-marriage.html' title='Sex in Marriage'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-7263439429687692722</id><published>2011-10-09T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T08:58:46.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Difference Between Doing What You Love and Loving What You Do as a Job or Career</title><content type='html'>&lt;img align="left" hspace="10" src="http://www.behappy101.com/images/tiger-woods.png" /&gt; &lt;img align="left" hspace="10" src="http://www.behappy101.com/images/dave-santos-2.png" /&gt;&lt;img align="left" hspace="10" src="http://www.behappy101.com/images/cats-broadway.png" /&gt; &lt;img align="left" hspace="10" src="http://www.behappy101.com/images/photographer-2.png" /&gt;&lt;img align="left" hspace="10" src="http://www.behappy101.com/images/paul-newman-1.png" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Many  of the most visible examples of people doing what they love are sports  figures, actors, dancers, writers, photographers, and musicians.  These  are activities many of us (including those doing it for a living) either  do – or would do – for free; and many of us even pay to do some of  these things.  You know what I mean. It’s like the person who dreamed  all their lives about becoming a Broadway actor or dancer (had the  vision); went to school on loans, scholarships, or their own cash to  learn to act and dance (had the opportunity); and then spent years and  did hundreds of auditions (and lived through hundreds of rejections) to  work their way up to Broadway (had the commitment).  [Important note:  some of you may be thinking right now that this also involves “luck”.   Well, that’s for another article, but in my opinion “luck” is merely  what happens when opportunity meets preparation.  In other words, if you  have the vision and commitment, when the “opportunity” presents itself –  and it will – you’ll be prepared and “luck” happens]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.behappy101.com/do-what-you-love1.html"&gt;source &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;my story:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I did what I love as a teacher but now I love what I do in my husband's shop. You might ask, "Why don't you do what you love?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I was teaching and I enjoyed the work and even the benefits of it. But lately, my husband needed me in his shop as his brother/partner had left the conpany. Without thinking twice, I jumped into it. Initially, I was not happy as my husband expected a lot out of me. I needed time to adjust myself and also to learn new stuff. But he was very impatient. And yet I persisted..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I learned very fast and I knew I would love this new job. So as time went by, I acquired most of the skills and now I am happily working in the shop. Thus, we can love what we do too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-7263439429687692722?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/7263439429687692722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=7263439429687692722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/7263439429687692722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/7263439429687692722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/10/difference-between-doing-what-you-love.html' title='The Difference Between Doing What You Love and Loving What You Do as a Job or Career'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-2796731943234547086</id><published>2011-10-05T09:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T09:09:43.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greedy kids</title><content type='html'>Have you noticed that we seem to have a lot of greedy kids these days?  The general public agrees and feels that increased numbers of today's  youth are self-centered, spoiled, greedy, and materialistic. Instead of  being appreciative of what they have, these critters seem to want more,  more, more. Kids' ravenous, never-satisfied manner certainly drains a  checkbook, but something even more dangerous happens: greediness  vaporizes their hearts and souls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://life.familyeducation.com/behavioral-problems/parenting/36013.html#ixzz1Zri3wkap" style="color: #003399;"&gt;http://life.familyeducation.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-2796731943234547086?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/2796731943234547086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=2796731943234547086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/2796731943234547086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/2796731943234547086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/10/greedy-kids.html' title='Greedy kids'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-5130496068117450070</id><published>2011-10-01T08:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T08:35:55.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qigong helps fight cancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="advenueINTEXT" name="advenueINTEXT"&gt;SHANGHAI: The stress  of modern living had prompted many around the world to learn qigong.  Recent joint studies from China and the United States also show that  qigong can help cancer patients live longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One community club  in Shanghai is practising a form of qigong that has helped members  recover from life-threatening illnesses over the past 20 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancer  survivor Qiu Jia Ming, 65, who suffered from pancreatic cancer years  ago, said: "I was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer when I was 50 years  old and the doctor told me I only had three months to live. But I've  survived 14 years now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/toeBcz-d9Lw" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe this kind of exercise could definitely help to relieve the stress that cancer patients experience..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-5130496068117450070?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/5130496068117450070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=5130496068117450070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/5130496068117450070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/5130496068117450070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/10/qigong-helps-fight-cancer.html' title='Qigong helps fight cancer'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/toeBcz-d9Lw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-4064848017672868240</id><published>2011-09-23T00:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T00:41:31.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A story of Trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A little girl and her father were crossing a bridge.&lt;br /&gt;The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter: &lt;br /&gt;"Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river." The little girl said:&lt;br /&gt;"No, Dad. You hold my hand." &lt;br /&gt;"What's the difference?" Asked the puzzled father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's a big difference," replied the little girl. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If  I hold your hand and something happens to me, chances are that I may  let your hand go. But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no  matter what happens, you will never let my hand go." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any  relationship, the essence of trust is not in its bind, but in its bond.  So hold the hand of the person whom you love rather than expecting them  to hold yours...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;http://www.boardofwisdom.com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-4064848017672868240?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/4064848017672868240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=4064848017672868240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/4064848017672868240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/4064848017672868240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/09/story-of-trust.html' title='A story of Trust'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-3204078339263216578</id><published>2011-09-12T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T00:15:44.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes we take things for granted. We tend to forget to show our appreciation and not saying the magical word, "Thank You".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No matter how little a person has contributed his effort, we need to show that we care. Just simply buy a small gift or whatever to the person concern. Or maybe do something in return. That person would feel great and wanting to help more in future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always feel that we need to appreciate whatever a person has done for us. Just show our gratitude...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-3204078339263216578?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/3204078339263216578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=3204078339263216578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/3204078339263216578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/3204078339263216578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/09/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-5275477775973069308</id><published>2011-09-01T23:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T10:16:22.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast Shot</title><content type='html'>I simply love to shoot from where I sit in the bus. Sometimes I could get quite a good shot. Like this London Eye..I wouldn't be able to get a full shot of it if we were so near it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rzg_i3SB8rA/Tl-jghhAp5I/AAAAAAAAAOM/6fMZPfDY0gU/s1600/SOOC+Sundayjpg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--h3YtupbGbU/Tl-lm4ifDMI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/mMrODK9xjmA/s1600/IMG_0082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--h3YtupbGbU/Tl-lm4ifDMI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/mMrODK9xjmA/s400/IMG_0082.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;London Eye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.murrieta365.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eS6WqjaUBxA/TmA8UWtoW_I/AAAAAAAAAOU/O512h9I3C3E/s1600/first+of+the+month.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.murrieta365.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-5275477775973069308?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/5275477775973069308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=5275477775973069308&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/5275477775973069308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/5275477775973069308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/09/fast-shot.html' title='Fast Shot'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--h3YtupbGbU/Tl-lm4ifDMI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/mMrODK9xjmA/s72-c/IMG_0082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-5234937128104924625</id><published>2011-08-28T10:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T10:51:44.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Reliance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="hw"&gt;self-re·li·ance&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="pron"&gt;(s&lt;img align="absbottom" src="http://img.tfd.com/hm/GIF/ebreve.gif" /&gt;lf&lt;img align="absbottom" src="http://img.tfd.com/hm/GIF/lprime.gif" /&gt;r&lt;img align="absbottom" src="http://img.tfd.com/hm/GIF/ibreve.gif" /&gt;-l&lt;img align="absbottom" src="http://img.tfd.com/hm/GIF/imacr.gif" /&gt;&lt;img align="absbottom" src="http://img.tfd.com/hm/GIF/prime.gif" /&gt;&lt;img align="absbottom" src="http://img.tfd.com/hm/GIF/schwa.gif" /&gt;ns)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="pseg"&gt;&lt;i&gt;n.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="ds-single"&gt;Reliance on one's own capabilities, judgment, or resources; independence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr align="left" class="hmshort" /&gt;&lt;div class="runseg"&gt;&lt;b&gt;self&lt;img align="absbottom" src="http://img.tfd.com/hm/GIF/lprime.gif" /&gt;-re·li&lt;img align="absbottom" src="http://img.tfd.com/hm/GIF/prime.gif" /&gt;ant&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; adj.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="runseg"&gt;&lt;b&gt;self&lt;img align="absbottom" src="http://img.tfd.com/hm/GIF/lprime.gif" /&gt;-re·li&lt;img align="absbottom" src="http://img.tfd.com/hm/GIF/prime.gif" /&gt;ant·ly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; adv.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="brand_copy"&gt;The  American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, Fourth Edition  copyright ©2000 by Houghton Mifflin Company. Updated in 2009. Published  by &lt;a href="http://www.eref-trade.hmco.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Houghton Mifflin Company&lt;/a&gt;. All rights reserved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;amp;postID=5234937128104924625&amp;amp;from=pencil" name="Thesaurus"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="Thesaurus"&gt;&lt;div id="ThesaurusHead"&gt;&lt;span id="ThesaurusTitle"&gt;Thesaurus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ThesaurusLegend"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Legend:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Syn"&gt;Synonyms&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Rel"&gt;Related Words&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Ant"&gt;Antonyms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ThesaurusInner"&gt;&lt;table id="wn"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adj.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;self-reliant&lt;/b&gt; - (of persons) free from external control and constraint in e.g. action and judgment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="Syn"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/self-directed"&gt;self-directed&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/autonomous"&gt;autonomous&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="Rel"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/independent"&gt;independent&lt;/a&gt;  - free from external control and constraint; "an independent mind"; "a  series of independent judgments"; "fiercely independent individualism"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="brand_copy"&gt;Based on WordNet 3.0, Farlex clipart collection. © 2003-2008 Princeton University, Farlex Inc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;span class="hw"&gt;self-reliant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;adjective&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span class="Syn"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/independent"&gt;independent&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/capable"&gt;capable&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/self-sufficient"&gt;self-sufficient&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/self-contained"&gt;self-contained&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/self-sustaining"&gt;self-sustaining&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/self-supporting"&gt;self-supporting&lt;/a&gt;, able to stand on your own two feet &lt;i&gt;(informal)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="illustration"&gt;She is intelligent and self-reliant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Ant"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/dependent"&gt;dependent&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/helpless"&gt;helpless&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/reliant"&gt;reliant&lt;/a&gt;, relying on others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="brand_copy"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreedictionary.com/_/misc/HarperCollinsProducts.aspx?EnglishThesaurus"&gt;Collins Thesaurus of the English Language&lt;/a&gt; – Complete and Unabridged 2nd Edition. 2002 © HarperCollins Publishers 1995, 2002&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="brand_copy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="brand_copy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="brand_copy" style="color: red; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;my story:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="brand_copy" style="color: red; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="brand_copy" style="color: red; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; My late gynae used that word on me. It was many years ago when I had just delivered my baby. I went for my regular check up all on my own. I used to see spouses accompanied their wives.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="brand_copy" style="color: red; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="brand_copy" style="color: red; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;After I had delivered my baby, I had to go for my post-natal check up together with my baby. When the doctor needed to check me, I brought in my baby too. He was surprised to see me alone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="brand_copy" style="color: red; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="brand_copy" style="color: red; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The nurse had to carry my baby for a while. Later after the process, the doctor commented, "You are really a self-reliant lady!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="brand_copy" style="color: red; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="brand_copy" style="color: red; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="brand_copy" style="color: red; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="brand_copy" style="color: red; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well, I guess I am indeed one. I usually stand on my own. I don't like to depend too much on my husband.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="brand_copy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="brand_copy"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="brand_copy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-5234937128104924625?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/5234937128104924625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=5234937128104924625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/5234937128104924625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/5234937128104924625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/08/self-reliance.html' title='Self-Reliance'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-590586279297262183</id><published>2011-08-17T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T01:07:29.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>siblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do you ever bothered to keep in touch with your siblings even though all of you are so busy with your own family affair?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As for me, I am very concerned about my siblings. If there's any way possible, I like to pay them a visit. As for my brothers and sisters, we are far away. Maybe not too far away as we are all still in Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I would it an effort to see my siblings as frequent as possible. All of us should spend some time with our parents if they are still around and don't ever forget our siblings..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-590586279297262183?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/590586279297262183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=590586279297262183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/590586279297262183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/590586279297262183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/08/siblings.html' title='siblings'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-6162660952379637672</id><published>2011-08-02T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T09:37:41.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Modern Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kids nowadays are more connected to the cyber world. Some are really attached to it. They would rather sit in front of the pc whole day than spending time with the family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I met my friend and I happened to ask about his teenage daughter. She used to follow him wherever he went when she was younger. Now at this age, she would rather stay at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I asked, 'Where is she?'&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He replied, 'Oh, she's at home chatting away!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, to beat them, we as parents need to be involved too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-6162660952379637672?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/6162660952379637672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=6162660952379637672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/6162660952379637672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/6162660952379637672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/08/modern-kids.html' title='Modern Kids'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-1694620802910491597</id><published>2011-07-23T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T22:55:34.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What is depression? How one became depressed? In one's life, one needs to be happy and satisfied with one's own life. As in the case of my uncle, he was depressed because he was very lonely. All his sons had to work and had no time for him. He accused his sons of being disloyal to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How to overcome depression? I feel that one needs to have one's own hobby which one could occupy one's time. In this way, one wouldn't be easily be affected by other causes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-1694620802910491597?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/1694620802910491597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=1694620802910491597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/1694620802910491597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/1694620802910491597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/07/depressed.html' title='Depressed'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-7103127843360380252</id><published>2011-07-15T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T23:52:02.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't usually share room with other people other than my own family members. Recently, I shared room with my relatives as we were on a tour together. Three of us shared a room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I realised that in sharing room, we have to give and take. I like to give preference to the others during the night when we need to use the bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But in the morning, I would prefer to be the first as I could use the bathroom earlier without any waiting from the others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't mind waiting for others but I dislike people waiting for me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-7103127843360380252?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/7103127843360380252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=7103127843360380252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/7103127843360380252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/7103127843360380252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/07/sharing-room.html' title='Sharing room'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-6603443641233853805</id><published>2011-07-10T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T22:54:01.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eiffel Tower Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was indeed a great experience for me as it was my very first trip to Paris. I won't forget that day. Eiffel Tower has been my dream structure ever since I was young. I never thought that I would have the time to visit it until recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So it would definitely be great for all to at least experience it if possible. If one could make it, go for it. One would never regret but remember it for life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Let's live our dream..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-6603443641233853805?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/6603443641233853805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=6603443641233853805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/6603443641233853805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/6603443641233853805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/07/eiffel-tower-experience.html' title='Eiffel Tower Experience'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-5897008124790289360</id><published>2011-07-06T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T01:10:33.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9l70UP3uc8/ThNE0Tv-kWI/AAAAAAAAAMY/71JznB8N6Tw/s1600/IMG_0832.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9l70UP3uc8/ThNE0Tv-kWI/AAAAAAAAAMY/71JznB8N6Tw/s320/IMG_0832.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was such a great experience for me to be able to visit Paris at least once. I might not be going there again as I have other places to visit. In a nutshell, Paris has been my dream land and my dream has been fulfilled. Firstly, we need the money. Secondly, we need the time. I was glad that I was able to make it this time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-5897008124790289360?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/5897008124790289360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=5897008124790289360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/5897008124790289360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/5897008124790289360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/07/paris.html' title='Paris'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9l70UP3uc8/ThNE0Tv-kWI/AAAAAAAAAMY/71JznB8N6Tw/s72-c/IMG_0832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-982673428138082291</id><published>2011-07-03T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T11:07:22.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>White Flowers in Amsterdam, Holland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B6mCRmibXI0/Tg_cfTXe2AI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Gw2a6m2SKDA/s1600/LOGO_ROSE_02.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JmpcqLOzu-Q/Tg_b0seKgOI/AAAAAAAAAMI/GkBcXaQS6B4/s1600/IMG_2236.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JmpcqLOzu-Q/Tg_b0seKgOI/AAAAAAAAAMI/GkBcXaQS6B4/s320/IMG_2236.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whenever I go, where there are flowers, I would definitely take a snapshot of them. Wonder why? Because flowers give me the inner peace..I feel fresh and great. I fully admire the beauty of them. Thus, flowers must be appreciated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://flowersfromtoday.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B6mCRmibXI0/Tg_cfTXe2AI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Gw2a6m2SKDA/s1600/LOGO_ROSE_02.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-982673428138082291?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/982673428138082291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=982673428138082291&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/982673428138082291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/982673428138082291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/07/white-flowers-in-amsterdam-holland.html' title='White Flowers in Amsterdam, Holland'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JmpcqLOzu-Q/Tg_b0seKgOI/AAAAAAAAAMI/GkBcXaQS6B4/s72-c/IMG_2236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-7716382241667472252</id><published>2011-07-02T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T02:36:24.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charles de Gaulle Airport, Paris</title><content type='html'>I simply love to look at the different types of airport. You could see the different architectural design. It's interesting to learn about architecture as it could stimulate one's brain and thus one could become creative in a way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dYlJZ9zEKxg/TfofJhAHJ9I/AAAAAAAAALw/IYVXLh9-nss/s1600/paris+airport.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dYlJZ9zEKxg/TfofJhAHJ9I/AAAAAAAAALw/IYVXLh9-nss/s320/paris+airport.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;photo by http://www.flugsimulation.ch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paris-Charles de Gaulle Airport&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="fr"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, also known as &lt;b&gt;Roissy Airport&lt;/b&gt;, in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paris" title="Paris"&gt;Paris&lt;/a&gt; area, is one of the world's principal aviation centres, as well as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/France" title="France"&gt;France&lt;/a&gt;'s largest airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there on the 21st of June 2011. It is indeed a splendid airport.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-7716382241667472252?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/7716382241667472252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=7716382241667472252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/7716382241667472252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/7716382241667472252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/06/paris-charles-de-gaulle.html' title='Charles de Gaulle Airport, Paris'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dYlJZ9zEKxg/TfofJhAHJ9I/AAAAAAAAALw/IYVXLh9-nss/s72-c/paris+airport.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-7933218775409432917</id><published>2011-06-15T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T09:48:27.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress-free</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been stressed? How do you manage stress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As for me, I always try not to be stressful. Take one thing at a time. If I need to finish so many things urgently, I would get the most important ones done first. Then only I would attend&amp;nbsp; to the minor ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In this way, you are sure that the most critical one has been settled. Otherwise, you won't feel at peace. You would become more stressful..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-7933218775409432917?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/7933218775409432917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=7933218775409432917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/7933218775409432917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/7933218775409432917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/06/stress-free.html' title='Stress-free'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-2080932674072108237</id><published>2011-06-09T23:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T09:26:32.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Dinner Atmosphere</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love to attend wedding dinner but I dislike the noise. I prefer to enjoy the food with soothing music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Each time I attend a dinner, I would definitely meet many people. I would love to talk to them but because of the noise, I prefer to talk less. Because I wouldn't like to talk on top of my voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-2080932674072108237?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/2080932674072108237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=2080932674072108237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/2080932674072108237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/2080932674072108237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/06/wedding-dinner-atmosphere.html' title='Wedding Dinner Atmosphere'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-3931360630144162823</id><published>2011-06-03T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T00:31:44.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Punctuality</title><content type='html'>I believe in punctuality but sometimes I am not punctual as things seem to hold me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one should learn to be punctual. No being punctual may mean not being respectful of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like people to be punctual but do we do otherwise?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-3931360630144162823?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/3931360630144162823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=3931360630144162823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/3931360630144162823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/3931360630144162823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/06/punctuality.html' title='Punctuality'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-3804712569586857151</id><published>2011-05-31T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T23:33:12.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breast feeding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="tpsumboxinner_body"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="tpsummary"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Personally, I had experienced breast feeding but I didn't breastfeed my kids for long. I just did it during my confinement.  Then I had to stop as I had to go back to work. It would be great for  mothers to breastfeed their babies as it has many benefits as mentioned below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Breast feeding offers many  benefits to your baby. Breast milk contains the right balance of  nutrients to help your infant grow into a strong and healthy toddler.  Some of the nutrients in breast milk also help protect your infant  against some common childhood illnesses and infections. It may also help  your health. Certain types of cancer may occur less often in mothers  who have breastfed their babies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Women who don't have health problems should try to give their babies  breast milk for at least the first six months of life.  There are some  cases when it's better not to breast feed. If you have HIV or active  tuberculosis, you should not breast feed because you could give the  infection to your baby. Certain medicines, illegal drugs, and alcohol  can also pass through the breast milk and cause harm to your baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="attribution" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;NIH: National Institute of Child Health and Human Development&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="attribution" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="attribution"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="attribution"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-3804712569586857151?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/3804712569586857151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=3804712569586857151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/3804712569586857151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/3804712569586857151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/05/breast-feeding.html' title='Breast feeding'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-258010452157009210</id><published>2011-05-29T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T23:42:11.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Think of Other Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another denial of programmed emotions that men face, this lie is usually  called for. They don't want to hurt their girlfriend or wife. So, they have  no choice but to deny that no other women (real or imaginary) are ever  on their minds. If she believed them when they said, "I've never seen a woman  more beautiful than you," this will be a piece of cake. Providing they  don't actually think about other women all the time, they should have  nothing to worry about. Even a psychiatrist would tell them that  fantasizing or drooling over a hot babe in a magazine from time to time  is no crime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uPCo78MfO_w/TeJmhdGPX-I/AAAAAAAAALc/RJ39c-ShW9o/s1600/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uPCo78MfO_w/TeJmhdGPX-I/AAAAAAAAALc/RJ39c-ShW9o/s320/6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;http://www.ivillage.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: center; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ladies, if your husband/boyfriend likes to look at other pretty lady, would you mind?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: center; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: center; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guys, if your wife/girlfriend likes looking at other handsome guy, would you mind?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&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/7095746799487308335-258010452157009210?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/258010452157009210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=258010452157009210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/258010452157009210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/258010452157009210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-dont-think-of-other-women.html' title='I Don&apos;t Think of Other Women'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uPCo78MfO_w/TeJmhdGPX-I/AAAAAAAAALc/RJ39c-ShW9o/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-8348689398599602539</id><published>2011-05-26T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T23:24:05.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How do we maintain our relationship with our friends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Those days, we used to visit each other and even write to each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nowadays, we just message to each other and even email, facebook and twitter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do we actually talk to each other on the handphone? I realize many people hardly do that. They would prefer to just sms unless it's necessary to call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As for me, I would prefer to call and talk on the phone. This could maintain our relationship and thus strengthening it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-8348689398599602539?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/8348689398599602539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=8348689398599602539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/8348689398599602539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/8348689398599602539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/05/relationship.html' title='Relationship'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-1394821690994635942</id><published>2011-05-24T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T23:55:07.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay or Quit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would love to quit from working with my husband. But I have to stay. I don't have the heart to quit and let him suffer. He needs me but he never admits it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As a wife, I have to tolerate. I wouldn't want my family to suffer should I act according to my emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Frankly speaking, I hope what I am doing is for the best..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-1394821690994635942?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/1394821690994635942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=1394821690994635942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/1394821690994635942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/1394821690994635942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/05/stay-or-quit.html' title='Stay or Quit'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-5435726324547240388</id><published>2011-05-22T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T23:30:50.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Care for parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We as children should love and care for our parents.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a true story about a family. This uncle has 5 sons. All of them are married and own a sundry shop each. So they are definitely busy with their work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But their parents on the other hand are old and helpless. They just stay at home most of the time. The sons also hardly have time for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Their father suffers and feels that his sons are not bothered about him. Gradually he becomes depressed and he refuses to eat and thus he becomes fragile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now he is lying in the hospital. We just visited him and I realised that his sons make the effort to care for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Elderly people need love as much as us. Therefore, lavish them with love whenever possible so that they remain healthy and happy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-5435726324547240388?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/5435726324547240388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=5435726324547240388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/5435726324547240388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/5435726324547240388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/05/care-for-parents.html' title='Care for parents'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-7521271378639859103</id><published>2011-05-22T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T00:26:54.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog - my diary</title><content type='html'>When I started my blogs, it was meant to be my diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is fun and interesting. I have started my very first blog, Experiences in Aug 2009. I have been very keen until now. It's almost 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging has taken up an important part of my life. I got to fill up my free time with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging is great for young and elderly alike. So no one must miss this change in our lives..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-7521271378639859103?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/7521271378639859103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=7521271378639859103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/7521271378639859103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/7521271378639859103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-my-diary.html' title='Blog - my diary'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-441569843444466943</id><published>2011-05-17T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T23:43:41.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Optional Retirement</title><content type='html'>If you were given a chance to opt for early retirement, would you go for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely had gone for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no choice actually. My husband needed me to take care of his shop when his brother decided to quit the partnership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I were given a chance to go back teaching, would I go for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so as teaching is not easy anymore..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-441569843444466943?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/441569843444466943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=441569843444466943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/441569843444466943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/441569843444466943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/05/optional-retirement.html' title='Optional Retirement'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-7421154708198745976</id><published>2011-05-15T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T22:33:34.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love songs</title><content type='html'>Do you like to listen to love song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I love sentimental songs which are usually meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first knew my boyfriend, I would usually find words about love or even songs about love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love makes our world goes round and round. Full of fantasy and excitement..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until today, I still love love songs even though I am already married. Love lasts..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-7421154708198745976?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/7421154708198745976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=7421154708198745976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/7421154708198745976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/7421154708198745976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/05/love-songs.html' title='Love songs'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-3377381121405821865</id><published>2011-05-12T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-12T00:15:49.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dream car</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-duD3CC5uAio/TcqzvIWRlrI/AAAAAAAAALA/whPNLInmYl0/s1600/camri.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-duD3CC5uAio/TcqzvIWRlrI/AAAAAAAAALA/whPNLInmYl0/s1600/camri.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dream car is here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guess it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7095746799487308335-3377381121405821865?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/3377381121405821865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=3377381121405821865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/3377381121405821865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/3377381121405821865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-dream-car.html' title='My dream car'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-duD3CC5uAio/TcqzvIWRlrI/AAAAAAAAALA/whPNLInmYl0/s72-c/camri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-9063503810083315602</id><published>2011-05-09T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T09:00:49.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Bullied</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How do you feel being bullied?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As for me, I don't like to be bullied! If it happens, I would definitely strike back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But nowadays, bullies can be very aggressive. They strike non-humanly and sometimes it could be nonsensical too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But what would you do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One should report to the authority like school disciplinary board if the victim couldn't handle it. Bullies must be eradicate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-9063503810083315602?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/9063503810083315602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=9063503810083315602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/9063503810083315602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/9063503810083315602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/05/being-bullied.html' title='Being Bullied'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-7668988113746195316</id><published>2011-05-08T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T00:32:25.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mum's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I love you,"&lt;br /&gt;said a great mother.&lt;br /&gt;"I love you for what you are&lt;br /&gt;knowing so well what you are.&lt;br /&gt;And I love you more yet, child,&lt;br /&gt;deeper yet than ever, child,&lt;br /&gt;for what you are going to be,&lt;br /&gt;knowing so well you are going far,&lt;br /&gt;knowing your great works are ahead,&lt;br /&gt;ahead and beyond,&lt;br /&gt;yonder and far over yet."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  ~Carl Sandburg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-7668988113746195316?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/7668988113746195316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=7668988113746195316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/7668988113746195316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/7668988113746195316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/05/mums-day.html' title='Mum&apos;s Day'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-3666520744493323983</id><published>2011-05-06T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T00:32:49.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy the moment</title><content type='html'>Do you like eating crabs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RXy2jko3v5k/TcLP5Z6B3cI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5dJ1CtcsVG0/s1600/DSC04043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RXy2jko3v5k/TcLP5Z6B3cI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5dJ1CtcsVG0/s320/DSC04043.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love eating crabs! My mum too! See..she was enjoying it and finally it's finger-licking good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do you lick your finger? Actually, it's not hygienic to lick our fingers but when you had finished eating something great like crabs, you would definitely love to lick your fingers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I licked my fingers when I was done with those crabs. Yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mum's Day to my great mum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-3666520744493323983?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/3666520744493323983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=3666520744493323983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/3666520744493323983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/3666520744493323983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/05/enjoy-moment.html' title='Enjoy the moment'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RXy2jko3v5k/TcLP5Z6B3cI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5dJ1CtcsVG0/s72-c/DSC04043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-6529268234142023788</id><published>2011-05-04T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T00:38:58.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Would you go all the way just to get a free gift?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recently, there are so many advertisements which lure us to go all out to get the yearned free gifts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Personally, I don't think it's worth the effort. Sometimes you even have to spend more to get what you want. But, as humans, we are usually blinded by the promises of great gifts or so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-6529268234142023788?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/6529268234142023788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=6529268234142023788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/6529268234142023788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/6529268234142023788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/05/free-gift.html' title='Free gift'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-5314182049841966839</id><published>2011-05-01T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T23:37:51.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PYliMeAJAhI/Tb18co6cPRI/AAAAAAAAAKU/r2x-YJh2SHI/s1600/DSC03994.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PYliMeAJAhI/Tb18co6cPRI/AAAAAAAAAKU/r2x-YJh2SHI/s320/DSC03994.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This morning, my husband drove the car right to the kerb and right underneath the bumper has got scratches. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Luckily, the kerb is not too high. Otherwise, it would have got the bumper scratched instead!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Personally, I don't park my car right to the front to avoid scratches to the front bumper. If I'm not sure of the distance, I would usually get out from the car and justify it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Better be safe than regret. My husband sure regretted as he had just got the bumper sprayed last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-5314182049841966839?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/5314182049841966839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=5314182049841966839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/5314182049841966839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/5314182049841966839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/05/parking.html' title='Parking'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PYliMeAJAhI/Tb18co6cPRI/AAAAAAAAAKU/r2x-YJh2SHI/s72-c/DSC03994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-1410584106388721846</id><published>2011-04-29T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T00:10:52.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Socially involved</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Frankly speaking, I dislike drinking beers so naturally I don't join those who love to drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My husband's friends are all drinkers. They would gather together after work and have their fun time drinking. Of course, I don't comment on their drinking. I just get away from them and I would prefer to spend my time with my children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel that I am not socially involved when drinking beers is concerned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-1410584106388721846?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/1410584106388721846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=1410584106388721846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/1410584106388721846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/1410584106388721846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/04/socially-involved.html' title='Socially involved'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-5264615030535059817</id><published>2011-04-26T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T23:44:19.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loves to drink</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I only drank DOM during my confinement and I don't drink any other beers. I had tasted Shandy and I disliked the taste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q8_erzO9loQ/TbboJFGtKQI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/yn2lozv0uA4/s1600/dom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q8_erzO9loQ/TbboJFGtKQI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/yn2lozv0uA4/s1600/dom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I tried Calsberg and I didn't like it too. I just dislike the smell and the taste of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I don't mind red wine even though I don't drink much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Personally, I don't think it's healthy to drink too much beers but according to drinkers, beers has a lot of benefits too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Is that really so?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-5264615030535059817?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/5264615030535059817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=5264615030535059817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/5264615030535059817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/5264615030535059817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/04/loves-to-drink.html' title='Loves to drink'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q8_erzO9loQ/TbboJFGtKQI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/yn2lozv0uA4/s72-c/dom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-5182217157989247660</id><published>2011-04-24T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T00:17:21.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Should we as parents send our kids to music classes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Personally, I would love to send all my kids to music classes as I myself love music. Even though I don't play any instrument well, I would love my kids to play any instrument that they like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First, I bought a keyboard, then an organ followed by a guitar, a violin, a flute and even a saxophone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My kids play the instruments and I am indeed proud of them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-5182217157989247660?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/5182217157989247660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=5182217157989247660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/5182217157989247660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/5182217157989247660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/04/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-8202023558324423625</id><published>2011-04-22T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T00:16:44.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning through Vocabulary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I believe in learning vocabulary words. When I was in Secondary School, I loved to read vocabulary words and find out their meanings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I decided to become a teacher, I wanted to be an English teacher. I taught students in the Primary School. I simply loved vocabulary. I would find pictures or even drew pictures related to the vocabulary words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I decided to get my degree in TESL, I was fascinated with the proposal of my thesis. I did a research on Vocabulary and finally got the idea to write on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I believe in teaching students vocabulary and building up their word power.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Learning English is great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-8202023558324423625?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/8202023558324423625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=8202023558324423625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/8202023558324423625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/8202023558324423625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/04/learning-through-vocabulary.html' title='Learning through Vocabulary'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-8912744772369900873</id><published>2011-04-20T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T23:56:56.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love our parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As a parent myself, I know I must love my mum. When I was young, I used to help my mum like taking care of my little brothers and sisters. I hardly had any scoldings from her. But she never said 'I love you' before. But deep inside I know she loves me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She has helped me in my house chores and child minding for many years. To me, she is the best. I appreciate what she has done for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tomorrow she is coming to my place. When she is around my burden is lessen. She is supposed to relax but she never fails to upkeep my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks, mum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-8912744772369900873?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/8912744772369900873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=8912744772369900873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/8912744772369900873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/8912744772369900873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/04/love-our-parents.html' title='Love our parents'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-1279871389018178617</id><published>2011-04-20T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T00:14:52.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whose fault, parents or teachers?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When our kids misbehave in school, do we blame ourselves as parents or blame the teachers for not taking care of our kids?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Personally, I think it could be parents' fault should our kids misbehave. May be we didn't teach our kids about proper manners and thus they misbehave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But it could be the teachers' fault too. When our kids are sent to school, they are under the school's care. Teachers should make sure that the students behave themselves by disciplining them. Rules and regulation should be carried out so that students don't misbehave. Otherwise, they would face the consequences..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-1279871389018178617?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/1279871389018178617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=1279871389018178617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/1279871389018178617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/1279871389018178617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/04/whose-fault-parents-or-teachers.html' title='Whose fault, parents or teachers?'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-7476356266695104117</id><published>2011-04-17T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T22:37:18.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dialects</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How many dialects can you speak? As for me, I can only speak Cantonese and Hokkien.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Speaking different dialects could be very useful especially when you are in the business line. Like in my case, I wish I could speak Hakka. Some of my customers are Hakka and I find it very difficult to communicate with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, my PIL were Hakka but they passed away many years ago. Even though my husband is so well-versed in Hakka, I never learn how to speak it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-7476356266695104117?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/7476356266695104117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=7476356266695104117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/7476356266695104117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/7476356266695104117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/04/dialects.html' title='Dialects'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-8639650080490025783</id><published>2011-04-16T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T23:04:35.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Toilet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How do you use the public toilet? Would you prefer the sitting type or the squatting type?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Personally, I would prefer the squatting type as it is more hygienic. Sitting type is used by so many people and it is usually not clean. But I wouldn't mind using the sitting type in a hotel room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My house has only sitting type but my husband's shop has the squatting type. The other day, my husband got angry as a user had thrown a tissue plastic into the toilet bowl. Therefore, I had to write a notice and put it on the wall of the toilet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'Please DO NOT throw any rubbish into the toilet bowl. (plastic/pad)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-8639650080490025783?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/8639650080490025783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=8639650080490025783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/8639650080490025783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/8639650080490025783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/04/public-toilet.html' title='Public Toilet'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-2531484468643527832</id><published>2011-04-15T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T10:21:04.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Love is important in a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, do we say 'I love you' to our spouse and kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I hardly say 'I love you'. But I show my love through other ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say kind words or even offer my best advice/help in whichever way my family needs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-2531484468643527832?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/2531484468643527832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=2531484468643527832&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/2531484468643527832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/2531484468643527832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/04/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-2809463145996945594</id><published>2011-04-13T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T23:49:15.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Credit cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Is credit card really necessary? Majority of people would answer a resounding YES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As for me, I don't think it is really necessary unless you really need to buy stuff in big amount. I only use it to pay for the hotel and when I order my Fitline supplement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Besides, I usually bring along my credit card when I go traveling. You never know you might need to buy something but you don't have the cash right away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, I don't believe in using my credit card to pay for a mere RM100 or so. I prefer to pay in cash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-2809463145996945594?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/2809463145996945594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=2809463145996945594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/2809463145996945594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/2809463145996945594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/04/credit-cards.html' title='Credit cards'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-2822058761380897334</id><published>2011-04-13T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T00:29:15.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Science in English</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you ask me, I would definitely prefer Science in English than in Bahasa Malaysia. I myself studied Science in English and when my kids study Science in English, I could help them as I am well-versed in English than in Bahasa Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I was teaching in school, I offered to teach Science in English. I had never taught Science before as I was an English teacher. I taught Form One Science for just one term as the school had not enough Science teacher at that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was interesting and fun. I used the laptop and the projector to teach them the theories. During practical, it was more interesting as I loved to see my students participating in mini projects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How I wish the ministry could maintain the teaching of Science in English but too bad, it has reverted to BM..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-2822058761380897334?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/2822058761380897334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=2822058761380897334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/2822058761380897334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/2822058761380897334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/04/science-in-english.html' title='Science in English'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-784314120987077076</id><published>2011-04-10T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T21:37:33.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Healthy Intestine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Many people still don't know that the bad condition of one's intestine is the main cause of diseases in oneself. So it's very important that we take care of our intestine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First of all, we must make sure that we take good food and not just simply any food. Secondly we must also make sure that we have bowel movement everyday. If one is constipated, make sure the condition is quickly ovecome. Otherwise, toxin would accumulate and it flows into our bloodstream That's when the symptoms of diseases start to appear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One should eat plenty of fruits and vegetables. But in my case, I have to depend on my supplement, the Basics. I would try to consume as much vegetables and fruits myself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-784314120987077076?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/784314120987077076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=784314120987077076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/784314120987077076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/784314120987077076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/04/healthy-intestine.html' title='Healthy Intestine'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-6016916657135628637</id><published>2011-04-10T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T00:07:30.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This person said, 'I am greedy of money.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My response, 'What? Greedy? Then I should be afraid of you.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I simply explained to him that even though he loves money, he shouldn't say it out bluntly. Just say that we need money so that's why we need to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I even told him not to be so calculative with his parents and siblings. Think of how much one's parents had spent when bringing us up. I would say I owe my mum a million than she owes me. I don't mind spending money on my mum and my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Money is great! Without money we couldn't do much. So the only way is to earn it and not steal it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-6016916657135628637?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/6016916657135628637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=6016916657135628637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/6016916657135628637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/6016916657135628637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/04/money.html' title='Money'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-4276562874952282146</id><published>2011-04-08T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T23:46:26.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To be pregnant before or after marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My staff asked me this question. To be pregnant before or after marriage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A very good question. Personally, I wouldn't agree to being pregnant before marriage. If I were to get pregnant before I got married, guess my mum would kill me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Same here..if my daughters were to get pregnant before marriage, I would kill them. Would I? Maybe my husband would.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nowadays, youngsters got the chance to stay together even before they got married. Anything could have happened. If no precautions are taken, then the couple would face the music..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What would those couple do when things go wrong? Abort the baby or get married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have heard a lot of true stories. Many got married because of the pregnancy. What more when they were still young..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There were cases that early marriage because of unplanned pregnancy could lead to divorces..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-4276562874952282146?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/4276562874952282146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=4276562874952282146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/4276562874952282146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/4276562874952282146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/04/to-be-pregnant-before-or-after-marriage.html' title='To be pregnant before or after marriage'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-8534011375507838640</id><published>2011-04-07T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T23:47:33.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Experience or the degree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When you need to employ someone to help you in your business, would you employ someone with experience or someone with a degree?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In my opinion, experience is much better as he/she would be more dependable to do the work. But, someone without experience but has a degree should be given a chance to prove himself/herself capable of handling the work. Otherwise, when is he/she going to get the experience?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Like in my case. I have no experience in business but I was given the chance. Now I guess I am quite experienced..through work practice..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-8534011375507838640?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/8534011375507838640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=8534011375507838640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/8534011375507838640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/8534011375507838640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/04/experience-or-degree.html' title='Experience or the degree'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-4886748619800771271</id><published>2011-04-07T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T00:06:31.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do you trust your spouse when he or she has to go somewhere with his or her friends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Personally, I don't like to follow my husband to places where he usually meets his friends. I hate places that are filled with noise and cigarette smoke. I don't understand why people could stand the noise. Those days, when I followed my husband, I had to speak loudly and closely to one's ear. In return, that person had to speak to me that way too. I hated that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I prefer to stay at home. My sister-in-law once asked me, 'Can you trust your husband?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I couldn't be bothered. I do trust him. I trust him to behave but it's hard to say. Anything could happen when I'm not around, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-4886748619800771271?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/4886748619800771271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=4886748619800771271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/4886748619800771271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/4886748619800771271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/04/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-4768715959837853495</id><published>2011-04-05T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T23:32:06.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is tuition necessary?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I personally don't like tuition. I prefer to study on my own or in groups. When I was preparing for my Form 3 examination, we formed a group of 6 and studied together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I have kids of my own, I would love to send them for tuition. But funny, they dislike tuition too. They also prefer to study on their own. They managed to do well too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am so grateful that I don't need to worry. Really, I was not worried at all when they sat for their examinations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I feel that tuition is not really necessary if your kids are capable to study on their own..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-4768715959837853495?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/4768715959837853495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=4768715959837853495&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/4768715959837853495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/4768715959837853495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/04/is-tuition-necessary.html' title='Is tuition necessary?'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-3647400775785367329</id><published>2011-04-05T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T00:15:49.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Close Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What do you do to ensure close relationship among your family members?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In my opinion, to cultivate good relationship among family members, one should encourage the others to keep in touch with each other. Be it a phone call, text messaging, e-mail, facebook or even snail mail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No matter how busy we are with our own lives, we should pause once in a while and think of the others. Simply give them a call and say 'hello'. Don't just call because you need to call. Just call because you want to call. That makes a lot of difference in one's relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-3647400775785367329?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/3647400775785367329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=3647400775785367329&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/3647400775785367329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/3647400775785367329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/04/close-relationship.html' title='Close Relationship'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095746799487308335.post-2664326226290474084</id><published>2011-04-03T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T20:47:52.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relaxing</title><content type='html'>To relax or not to relax..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I could work all day but I know when to relax. I feel that one should be able to relax oneself as too much work and no play makes one a dull person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, one might get irritated easily too. Why put pressure on oneself? Just be cool and relax when you need to..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095746799487308335-2664326226290474084?l=blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/2664326226290474084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095746799487308335&amp;postID=2664326226290474084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/2664326226290474084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095746799487308335/posts/default/2664326226290474084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blee-mypointofview.blogspot.com/2011/04/relaxing.html' title='Relaxing'/><author><name>blee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WoO7vy2RgXA/TOlGO6XPE_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/XxfClcg_QT8/S220/22898560.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
