<?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-36993342</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:06:09.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My world My philosophy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldmyphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36993342/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldmyphilosophy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>oop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208098430523612991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36993342.post-6474957185606614209</id><published>2007-03-11T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T00:32:13.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Present Value</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;When someone you love so much decides to disappear from your life, suddenly you feel like everything is covered with sadness...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;... As the time goes by...you might feel better and finally everything might get back to normal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;However,...sometimes we just can't get through it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Something to think about:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Why would we stick with the sweet past that makes us miserable ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;What about our present and future ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Perhaps this valuation method can help us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Introducing "Discounted Cash Flow Analysis"&lt;&lt;&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Generally, this analysis helps us find the present value of a firm or an asset by considering only value(or money) that firm or that asset would bring to an investor in the FUTURE and discounting it to the PRESENT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;How about applying this model to our lives....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Someone we already lose will not exist in our lives anymore which means he/she has no value to us either now or in the future or his/her value equals "Zero". When we discount this "zero" to the present, we'll get zero or ...nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;So why would you care about someone worthless to your life ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36993342-6474957185606614209?l=myworldmyphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldmyphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/6474957185606614209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36993342&amp;postID=6474957185606614209' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36993342/posts/default/6474957185606614209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36993342/posts/default/6474957185606614209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldmyphilosophy.blogspot.com/2007/03/present-value.html' title='Present Value'/><author><name>oop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208098430523612991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36993342.post-117078446848707668</id><published>2007-02-06T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T09:54:28.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;What if I'm smart, what if I'm dumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;What if I care, what if I don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;What if I'm wrong, what if I'm right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;What if I'm here, what if I'm not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;What if I never exist...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;How different would it be,,,Does it even worth thinking about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36993342-117078446848707668?l=myworldmyphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldmyphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/117078446848707668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36993342&amp;postID=117078446848707668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36993342/posts/default/117078446848707668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36993342/posts/default/117078446848707668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldmyphilosophy.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-if.html' title='What if ?'/><author><name>oop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208098430523612991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36993342.post-116890008156615859</id><published>2007-01-15T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T15:41:08.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>being tagged by Jakky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;แงๆ โดนจักกระดึ๊บแท็ค&lt;br /&gt;... "blog tag การแท็คคืออะไร..?&lt;br /&gt;คนที่โดนแท็ค จะต้องเขียนเรื่องราวเกี่ยวกับตัวเอง 5 ข้อที่เป็นเกร็ดเล็กเกร็ดน้อยซึ่งคนทั่วไปอาจจะไม่รู้และแท็คต่อไปอีก 5 คน แล้วนำไปขึ้น blog" From Jakpanee's blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 สับสนซ้ายกับขวา&lt;br /&gt;ไม่รู้สมองเป็นอะไรเวลาได้ยินคนพูดว่าซ้าย หรือ ขวา จะต้องนึกแป๊บนึงว่าซ้ายคือทางไหนขวาคือทางไหน ไม่สามารถรับรู้หรือตอบสนองได้ทันที&lt;br /&gt;2 เวลาเมามากๆ จะกินแบบไม่รู้ตัว&lt;br /&gt;พอเมาถึงจุดนึง จะกินเยอะมากแบบไม่รู้ตัว เวลาตื่นขึ้นมาวันรุ่งขึ้นจะเศร้ามากเมื่อรู้ว่าตัวเองกินอะไรเข้าไปบ้าง&lt;br /&gt;3 เชื่อคนง่าย&lt;br /&gt;มักจะโดนคนหลอกคนอำอยู่เสมอ แล้วก้อมักจะเชื่อด้วย เช่น มีวันนึงทำงานที่ร้านอาหารแล้วมือไปโดนจานที่ร้อนมากๆ พ่อครัวก้อถามว่าเป็นไรมั้ย ก้อบอกเค้าว่า ไม่เป็นไรมาก เค้าบอกว่าถ้ายังไม่หายเจ็บให้เอา soy sauceมาเทใส่มือ ...ตอนนั้นก้อพยักหน้าเออออไป ก้อเลยได้ยินเสียงหัวเราะจากคนอื่นๆในครัวตามมา (-_-')&lt;br /&gt;4 หลงทางเป็นประจำ&lt;br /&gt;เป็นคนไม่ค่อยจำทาง ถึงจะพยายามจำก้อมักจะจำผิดเสมอ เวลาต้องพาใครไปไหนก้อมักจะพาหลงทางอยู่เรื่อยๆ&lt;br /&gt;5 กลัวน้ำทะเลลึกๆ และสัตว์น้ำเกือบทุกชนิด&lt;br /&gt;ไม่รู้เป็นอะไร แค่นึกถึงก้อขนลุกแล้ว&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ไม่รู้จะแท็คใครต่อ เป็นเด็กไม่ค่อยมีเพื่อน (&gt;_&lt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36993342-116890008156615859?l=myworldmyphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldmyphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/116890008156615859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36993342&amp;postID=116890008156615859' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36993342/posts/default/116890008156615859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36993342/posts/default/116890008156615859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldmyphilosophy.blogspot.com/2007/01/being-tagged-by-jakky.html' title='being tagged by Jakky'/><author><name>oop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208098430523612991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36993342.post-116729688241769775</id><published>2006-12-28T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T01:08:02.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Surrounded by mountains...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Down deep in the deepest ocean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;In the middle of a desert...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Completely lost...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36993342-116729688241769775?l=myworldmyphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldmyphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/116729688241769775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36993342&amp;postID=116729688241769775' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36993342/posts/default/116729688241769775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36993342/posts/default/116729688241769775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldmyphilosophy.blogspot.com/2006/12/lost.html' title='lost'/><author><name>oop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208098430523612991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36993342.post-116590505461332177</id><published>2006-12-11T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T22:32:41.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Sometimes you are not stupid, but they are evils.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36993342-116590505461332177?l=myworldmyphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldmyphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/116590505461332177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36993342&amp;postID=116590505461332177' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36993342/posts/default/116590505461332177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36993342/posts/default/116590505461332177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldmyphilosophy.blogspot.com/2006/12/stupid.html' title='stupid?'/><author><name>oop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208098430523612991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36993342.post-116501876568742844</id><published>2006-12-01T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T20:20:18.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SF by Oopip</title><content type='html'>Things you might not know about San Francisco:&lt;br /&gt;1. Muni: &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1928/4146/1600/96989/muni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1928/4146/200/343219/muni.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1928/4146/1600/585058/muni2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 55px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" height="134" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1928/4146/320/119643/muni2.jpg" width="51" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A bus here is called Muni which is short for Municipal Railway.&lt;br /&gt;- You have to pay $1.50 for a ticket. Each ticket will have a range of time in which you can use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1928/4146/1600/243277/coit_tower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="140" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1928/4146/400/434186/coit_tower.jpg" width="144" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. Coit Tower:&lt;br /&gt;- Many tourists not only left coins on the top of the Coit Tower, they also left their chewed gum there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1928/4146/1600/702868/gg%20bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1928/4146/1600/702868/gg%20bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" height="130" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1928/4146/320/336075/gg%20bridge.jpg" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Foggy city &lt;div align="left"&gt;- In a foggy day, the Golden Gate Bridge might disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1928/4146/1600/702868/gg%20bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1928/4146/1600/375030/swensen.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1928/4146/1600/375030/swensen.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Swensen's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1928/4146/1600/375030/swensen.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1928/4146/1600/511310/swensen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="132" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1928/4146/200/857803/swensen.jpg" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1928/4146/1600/920854/swensen3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1928/4146/1600/920854/swensen3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Eventhough the famous Swensen's comes from San Francisco, there's only one shop here and it looks nothing like thoes in Thailand. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1928/4146/1600/464409/hlsf.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1928/4146/1600/27773/hlsf.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1928/4146/1600/27773/hlsf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" height="135" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1928/4146/200/242183/hlsf.jpg" width="191" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. Homeless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1928/4146/1600/807794/hlsf.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- So many homeless people on the street, esp. in Downtown. I think it's because of the weather here is not too cold in winter ,as compared to other cities'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. Fire Trucks&lt;br /&gt;- For the first few times, you might be excited with the noise they make. But then you'll realize that they go around town everyday and the noise they make will become a part of your lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1928/4146/1600/390975/nyse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="133" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1928/4146/200/659167/nyse.jpg" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7. Stock market &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1928/4146/1600/28142/sleepy.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If your job here is related to stock market, you have to come to work around 6 o'clock because the New York stock market opens at 9:30 am in New York or 6:30 am in San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8. There are many good Thai restaurants in San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1928/4146/1600/985269/thaihouse_pork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" height="193" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1928/4146/320/838580/thaihouse_pork.jpg" width="245" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Thai house express has the best kao ka+ moo+ in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's all I can think of right now.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36993342-116501876568742844?l=myworldmyphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldmyphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/116501876568742844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36993342&amp;postID=116501876568742844' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36993342/posts/default/116501876568742844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36993342/posts/default/116501876568742844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldmyphilosophy.blogspot.com/2006/12/sf-by-oopip.html' title='SF by Oopip'/><author><name>oop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208098430523612991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36993342.post-116417494254002156</id><published>2006-11-21T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T18:33:19.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffeeeeee, my happy drink</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;For me, Coffee is one of very few good reasons to wake up early in the morning. It also makes me feel better when I have to do something boring and sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1928/4146/1600/930691/Photo-0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" height="229" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1928/4146/320/996926/Photo-0058.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Starbucks was my second home when I was a student. My favorite drinks: Caramel Mocha, White chocolate Mocha, Toffe nut Latte and Toffee nut hot chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1928/4146/1600/79010/oopstb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1928/4146/320/428108/CIMG4497.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Thank You Peet for keeping me awake in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;You make my heart beat fater...but sometimes too fast...&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1928/4146/320/568924/Photo-0076.jpg" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;A Thai coffee's closed competitor: Vietnamese coffee.&lt;br /&gt;I think their tastes are quite the same but the vietnamese coffee looks much more fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;A friend told me that if you are about to have a fight with someone, go to a coffee shop first and have some coffee with that person... Let's try that and see what will happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36993342-116417494254002156?l=myworldmyphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldmyphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/116417494254002156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36993342&amp;postID=116417494254002156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36993342/posts/default/116417494254002156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36993342/posts/default/116417494254002156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldmyphilosophy.blogspot.com/2006/11/coffeeeeee-my-happy-drink.html' title='Coffeeeeee, my happy drink'/><author><name>oop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208098430523612991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36993342.post-116375288131109040</id><published>2006-11-17T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T00:53:51.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>part 2</title><content type='html'>ได้ forward mailมา เอามาต่อกับหัวข้อก่อนได้พอดีเลย&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;เมื่อชัยอายุ 6 ขวบ ขณะที่นั่งรถไปกับพ่อ ถูกตำรวจจับเพราะขับรถเร็วเกินกำหนดพ่อแอบยื่นเงิน 500บาทให้ตำรวจ และได้รับอนุญาตปล่อยตัวไป พ่อหันมาพูดกับชัยว่า "ไม่เป็นไรลูกเงินแค่นี้ซื้อเวลา ใครใครเขาทำกันทั้งนั้นแหละ"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;เมื่อชัยอายุ 8 ขวบ ป้าพาไปซื้อของที่ห้างสรรพสินค้าเป็นเงิน 75 บาทเมื่อป้าไปชำระเงิน ยื่นธนบัตรร้อยบาทให้พนักงาน ได้รับเงินทอน 55 บาท เพราะลูกค้ามากและเข้าใจว่าธนบัตร 50บาทคือ 20บาท ป้ารับเงินทอนและใส่กระเป๋าทันที แทนที่จะบอกพนักงานว่าทอนเงินผิดเมื่อออกจากร้านป้าก็พูดกับชัยว่า "ไม่เป็นไรหลาน ความผิดของเขาเองใครใครเขาทำกันทั้งนั้นแหละ"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;เมื่อชัยอายุ 9 ขวบ ครูให้การบ้านปลูกต้นหอมแดงในกระบะ 2 สัปดาห์แล้วนำไปส่งที่โรงเรียน แม่ลืมซื้อหัวหอมแดงมาให้ชัย เมื่อครบกำหนดวันส่ง แม่ให้พ่อไปซื้อต้นหอมแดงที่ตลาดและฝังลงในกระบะให้ชัยนำไปส่งครู และพูดว่า "ไม่เป็นไรลูก ครูไม่รู้หรอก มีส่งก็ดีแล้วใครใครเขาทำกันทั้งนั้นแหละ"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;เมื่อชัยอายุ 12 ขวบ ชัยทำแว่นตาใหม่ราคาแพงของลุงแตก ลุงจึงนำใบเสร็จไปอ้างกับบริษัทเครดิตที่ลุงใช้บริการอยู่ว่าแว่นตาถูกขโมยได้รับเงินชดใช้มา 15,000 บาท เต็มราคาที่ซื้อมาลุงพูดกับชัยอย่างภาคภูมิใจว่า "ไม่เป็นไรหรอกหลาน สิทธ์ของเราใครใครเขาก็ทำกันทั้งนั้นแหละ"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;เมื่อชัยอายุ 15 ปี ได้เป็นนักฟุตบอลของโรงเรียน ครูฝึกได้สอนวิธีกลั่นแกล้งฝ่ายตรงข้ามให้บาดเจ็บโดยไม่ผิดถือว่าอยู่ในเกม ครูฝึกบอกว่า "ไม่เป็นไรหรอก ได้เปรียบไว้ก่อนเป็นดี ใครใครเขาทำกันทั้งนั้นแหละ"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;เมื่อชัยอายุ 16 ปี ได้ไปทำงานระหว่างปิดเทอมที่แผนกซูปเปอร์มาร์เก็ต ของห้างสรรพสินค้าที่มีชื่อแห่งหนึ่ง หัวหน้าแผนกให้ชัยจัดกระเช้าผลไม้โดยแนะนำให้จัดวางผลไม่สวยจวนจะเน่าอยู่ก้นตะกร้า คัดผลสวย ใบโตสีสด จัดวางอยู่ส่วนบน หัวหน้าแผนกสอนว่า "ไม่เป็นไรหรอกผู้ซื้อไม่ได้ใช้เอง แต่นำไปฝากคนอื่น ใครใครเขาทำกันทั้งนั้นแหละ"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;เมื่อชัยอายุ 18 ปี ได้สมัครสอบเพื่อเข้าขอรับทุนของมหาวิทยาลัยปรากฏผลทราบเป็นการภายในว่ามาเป็นอันดับ 2 เมื่อพ่อรู้เข้าจึงไปพูดกับกรรมการซึ่งเป็นเพื่อนรุ่นเดียวกัน ในที่สุดชัยก็ได้รับทุน พ่อพูดกับชัยว่า "ไม่เป็นไรลูก เป็นโอกาสของเรา ใครใครถ้ามีโอกาส เขาทำกันทั้งนั้นแหละ"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;เมื่อชัยอายุ 19 ปี เพื่อนเอาข้อสอบปลายปีที่ขโมยมาขายกับชัยเป็นเงิน 1,500 บาทชัยลังเลใจและตัดสินใจซื้อในที่สุด เพราะเพื่อนพูดว่า "ไม่เป็นไรหรอกชัย เกรดมีผลกับอนาคตนะใครใครเขาทำกันทั้งนั้นแหละ"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;เมื่อชัยอายุ 24 ปี ชัยถูกจับข้อหายักยอกเงินบริษัท 700,000 บาท และต้องติดคุก พ่อกับแม่ไปเยี่ยมและตัดพ้อต่อว่า "ทำไมลูกทำอย่างนี้กับพ่อแม่ ที่บ้านเราไม่ได้สอนให้ลูกเป็นคนขี้โกงเลยนะ"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;แนวคิดจาก It' s ok , son , everybody does it . By Jack Griffin ผู้เรียบเรียง&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36993342-116375288131109040?l=myworldmyphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldmyphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/116375288131109040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36993342&amp;postID=116375288131109040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36993342/posts/default/116375288131109040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36993342/posts/default/116375288131109040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldmyphilosophy.blogspot.com/2006/11/part-2.html' title='part 2'/><author><name>oop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208098430523612991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36993342.post-116357191011174211</id><published>2006-11-14T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T13:54:49.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>go with the flow~~ (part1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;People tend to "do what others do" even though sometimes they have to go against their feelings. I'm not sure if it's because they (or sometimes "we") just want to blend in or want to be socially accepted &lt;strong&gt;or &lt;/strong&gt;too lazy to think by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do what others do" might sound like a teenager thing. Well..., is it just for teenagers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unconciously, we all go with the flow from time to time (or most of the time). Of course, why not? Nobody likes to feel left out. Nor do we want to be seen as weird. If we do something different, do something most people don't, there are chances that we could be stand out...in a bad way. It is safe to do what most people do because that would make us one of the majority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ok as long as what we do does not make us feel bad about ourselves. But if what we do doesn't reflect who we are at all, are we still ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if you follow others because you are too lazy to think by yourself...well...,I have no comment for that. But I'm sure that is one of the reasons why many magazines have one of those columns that suggest Top 10 gifts for all occasions or Romantic ways to propose....&lt;br /&gt;Something worth giving some thought to, don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36993342-116357191011174211?l=myworldmyphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldmyphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/116357191011174211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36993342&amp;postID=116357191011174211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36993342/posts/default/116357191011174211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36993342/posts/default/116357191011174211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldmyphilosophy.blogspot.com/2006/11/go-with-flow-part1.html' title='go with the flow~~ (part1)'/><author><name>oop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208098430523612991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36993342.post-116295726571024509</id><published>2006-11-07T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T23:12:26.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about expectation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;There are moments when we feel so happy, exciting, impressed or surprised about something....but what happen after that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Remember the first time you got a good grade or the first time you got a present from someone you love or the first time you went to a very beautiful beach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;One of the reasons that makes us smile in these moments is that we didn't expect it.......................So, what comes after these wonderful feelings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Now that we know these things can happen to us, it somehow becomes "Expectations". Expectations make us hope that these nice things will repeat or get even better. (The scary part is when one expectation is met many times, it can become "standard")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;So now when our expectation is met, we are happy ,,,, but not as much as the last time. Only "above expectation" can make us as satisfied as the last time. What about "below expectation"? &gt;&gt; This is when "Disappointment" occurs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;As we can see, expectations eat away our happiness bit by bit. It's so strange how we create a shield to keep ourselves away from being happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36993342-116295726571024509?l=myworldmyphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldmyphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/116295726571024509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36993342&amp;postID=116295726571024509' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36993342/posts/default/116295726571024509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36993342/posts/default/116295726571024509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldmyphilosophy.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-all-about-expectation.html' title='It&apos;s all about expectation...'/><author><name>oop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208098430523612991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36993342.post-116287106529161192</id><published>2006-11-06T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T20:46:08.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expert</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;"There are times when we (try to) become an expert of other people's lives but there are also many times when we turn out to be the dumbest when it comes to our owns'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;We seem to have all the answers for our friends' problems. Those issues appear to be very tiny and we can find thousands of ways to solve them. However, when we face our own problems, they seem to be so huge that we can't find any way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;The truth is I can never be anybody's expert. Everyone knows best about his/her situation... All I can do is to be a good listener and help them get their sense back if they begin to lose their mind :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36993342-116287106529161192?l=myworldmyphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldmyphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/116287106529161192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36993342&amp;postID=116287106529161192' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36993342/posts/default/116287106529161192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36993342/posts/default/116287106529161192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldmyphilosophy.blogspot.com/2006/11/expert.html' title='Expert'/><author><name>oop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208098430523612991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36993342.post-116274653324490210</id><published>2006-11-05T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T16:38:23.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-Salty-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;...I used to wonder how pain tastes like. At first I thought I would be bitter. But then one day I realized that it is salty because it usually comes with tears...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36993342-116274653324490210?l=myworldmyphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldmyphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/116274653324490210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36993342&amp;postID=116274653324490210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36993342/posts/default/116274653324490210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36993342/posts/default/116274653324490210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldmyphilosophy.blogspot.com/2006/11/salty.html' title='-Salty-'/><author><name>oop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208098430523612991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36993342.post-116251295447798426</id><published>2006-11-02T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T16:37:56.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;People don't need any reason when they are in love but they keep asking "why" when they have a broken heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36993342-116251295447798426?l=myworldmyphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldmyphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/116251295447798426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36993342&amp;postID=116251295447798426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36993342/posts/default/116251295447798426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36993342/posts/default/116251295447798426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldmyphilosophy.blogspot.com/2006/11/why.html' title='Why...'/><author><name>oop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208098430523612991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36993342.post-116246040166045645</id><published>2006-11-02T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T09:10:27.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The opening</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;**This blog is inspired by:&lt;br /&gt;.......Silence&lt;br /&gt;...................Time&lt;br /&gt;............................The Past&lt;br /&gt;...........................................Nature&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................People&lt;br /&gt;..................................................................Friends&lt;br /&gt;...............................................................................Me&lt;br /&gt;....................................................................................etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36993342-116246040166045645?l=myworldmyphilosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworldmyphilosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/116246040166045645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36993342&amp;postID=116246040166045645' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36993342/posts/default/116246040166045645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36993342/posts/default/116246040166045645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworldmyphilosophy.blogspot.com/2006/11/opening.html' title='The opening'/><author><name>oop</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18208098430523612991</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
