<?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-7750387681951544364</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:33:03.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Management Stories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesfromchina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7750387681951544364/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesfromchina.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hari Hara Putran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175441196461258583</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>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7750387681951544364.post-3579923429023511860</id><published>2008-12-22T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T07:12:36.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delegate your task wisely, and only to people you trust.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;A Wolf had been prowling around a flock of Sheep for a long time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;and the Shepherd watched very anxiously to prevent him from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;carrying off a Lamb. But the Wolf did not try to do any harm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Instead he seemed to be helping the Shepherd take care of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Sheep. At last the Shepherd got so used to seeing the Wolf about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;that he forgot how wicked he could be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;One day he even went so far as to leave his flock in the Wolf's care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;while he went on an errand. But when he came back and saw how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;many of the flock had been killed and carried off, he knew how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;foolish to trust a Wolf as he exclaimed. “I have been rightly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;served; why did I trust my sheep to a Wolf?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;No disguise will hide one's true character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;An Ass found a Lion's skin left in the forest by a hunter. He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;dressed himself in it, and amused himself by hiding in a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;thicket and rushing out suddenly at the animals who passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;that way. All took to their heels the moment they saw him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;The Ass was so pleased to see the animals running away from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;him, just as if he were King Lion himself, that he could not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;keep from expressing his delight by a loud, harsh bray. A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Fox, who ran with the rest, stopped short as soon as he heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;the voice. Approaching the Ass, he said with a laugh:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;"If you had kept your mouth shut you might have frightened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;me, too. But you gave yourself away with that silly bray."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;A fool may deceive by his dress and appearance, but his words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;will soon show what he really is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7750387681951544364-3579923429023511860?l=picturesfromchina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesfromchina.blogspot.com/feeds/3579923429023511860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7750387681951544364&amp;postID=3579923429023511860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7750387681951544364/posts/default/3579923429023511860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7750387681951544364/posts/default/3579923429023511860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesfromchina.blogspot.com/2008/12/delegate-your-task-wisely-and-only-to.html' title='Delegate your task wisely, and only to people you trust.'/><author><name>Hari Hara Putran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175441196461258583</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-7750387681951544364.post-37135141578958712</id><published>2008-12-22T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T07:10:56.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-help is the best help.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;A Lark made her nest in a field of young wheat. As the days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;passed, the wheat stalks grew tall and the young birds, too, grew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;in strength. Then one day, when the ripe golden grain waved in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;the breeze, the Farmer and his son came into the field.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;"This wheat is now ready for reaping," said the Farmer. "We&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;must call in our neighbors and friends to help us harvest it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;The young Larks in their nest close by were much frightened,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;for they knew they would be in great danger if they did not leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;the nest before the reapers came. When the Mother Lark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;returned with food for them, they told her what they had heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;"Do not be frightened, children," said the Mother Lark. "If the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;Farmer said he would call in his neighbors and friends to help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;him do his work, this wheat will not be reaped for a while yet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;A few days later, the wheat was so ripe, that when the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;shook the stalks, a hail of wheat grains came rustling down on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;the young Larks' heads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;"If this wheat is not harvested at once," said the Farmer, "we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;shall lose half the crop. We cannot wait any longer for help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;from our friends. Tomorrow we must set to work, ourselves."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;When the young Larks told their mother what they had heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;that day, she said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;"Then we must be off at once. When a man decides to do his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;own work and not depend on any one else, then you may be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;sure there will be no more delay."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;There was much fluttering and trying out of wings that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;afternoon, and at sunrise next day, when the Farmer and his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;son cut down the grain, they found an empty nest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;Procrastination is the thief of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7750387681951544364-37135141578958712?l=picturesfromchina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesfromchina.blogspot.com/feeds/37135141578958712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7750387681951544364&amp;postID=37135141578958712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7750387681951544364/posts/default/37135141578958712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7750387681951544364/posts/default/37135141578958712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesfromchina.blogspot.com/2008/12/self-help-is-best-help.html' title='Self-help is the best help.'/><author><name>Hari Hara Putran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175441196461258583</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-7750387681951544364.post-3155395625738145877</id><published>2008-12-22T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T07:09:18.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counter old tricks with new ones.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;A Merchant, driving his Donkey homeward from the seashore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;with a heavy load of salt, came to a river crossed by a shallow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;ford. They had crossed this river many times before without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;accident, but this time the Donkey slipped and fell when halfway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;over. And when the Merchant at last got him to his feet, much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;of the salt had melted away. Delighted to find how much lighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;his burden had become, the Donkey finished the journey very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;happily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Next day the Merchant went for another load of salt. On the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;home the Donkey, remembering what had happened at the ford,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;purposely let himself fall into the water, and again got rid of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;most of his burden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The angry Merchant immediately turned about and drove the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Donkey back to the seashore, where he loaded him with two great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;baskets of sponges. At the ford the Donkey again tumbled over;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;but when he had scrambled to his feet, it was a very disconsolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Donkey that dragged himself homeward under a load ten times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;heavier than before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The same measures will not suit all circumstances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7750387681951544364-3155395625738145877?l=picturesfromchina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesfromchina.blogspot.com/feeds/3155395625738145877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7750387681951544364&amp;postID=3155395625738145877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7750387681951544364/posts/default/3155395625738145877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7750387681951544364/posts/default/3155395625738145877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesfromchina.blogspot.com/2008/12/counter-old-tricks-with-new-ones.html' title='Counter old tricks with new ones.'/><author><name>Hari Hara Putran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175441196461258583</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-7750387681951544364.post-8514627776927606336</id><published>2008-12-22T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T07:06:18.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adversity creates opportunity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;A farmer owned an old mule. One day, the mule fell into the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;farmer's well. The mule brayed loudly and caught the attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;of the farmer. Upon assessing the situation, the farmer ruled out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;any possibility of a rescue as it was simply too much trouble to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;lift the mule out of the well. Out of sympathy for the animal, he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;decided to enlist his neighbors' help to haul dirt into the well to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;put the mule out of his misery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;The old mule was hysterical upon learning that his life would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;thus end. However, as the farmer and the neighbors shoveled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;the dirt into the well, a thought struck the old mule. He realized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;that if he could shake off every dirt that landed on his back, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;dirt would hit the floor and he could step on the dirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Shovel after shovel, he continued relentlessly to shake off the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;dirt and step on top of it. He fought the sense of panic and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;distress and just went on shaking off the dirt and climbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;higher up the well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;With much determination and perseverance, the old mule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;eventually stepped out the well, battered and exhausted, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;otherwise triumphant that he had survived the ordeal. Through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;the way he handled the situation of adversity, the act of burying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;him in fact saved his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;There is a solution to every problem. Never give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7750387681951544364-8514627776927606336?l=picturesfromchina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesfromchina.blogspot.com/feeds/8514627776927606336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7750387681951544364&amp;postID=8514627776927606336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7750387681951544364/posts/default/8514627776927606336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7750387681951544364/posts/default/8514627776927606336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesfromchina.blogspot.com/2008/12/adversity-creates-opportunity.html' title='Adversity creates opportunity.'/><author><name>Hari Hara Putran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175441196461258583</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-7750387681951544364.post-7955561980915276325</id><published>2008-12-22T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T07:04:05.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is nothing worth so much as liberty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A gaunt Wolf was almost dead with hunger when he happened to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;meet a House-dog who was passing by. "Ah, Cousin," said the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"I knew how it would be; your irregular life will soon be the ruin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;of you. Why do you not work steadily as I do, and get your food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;regularly given to you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"I would have no objection," said the Wolf, "if I could only get a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;place."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"I will easily arrange that for you," said the Dog; "come with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;to my master and you shall share my work."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So the Wolf and the Dog went towards the town together. On the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;way there the Wolf noticed that the hair on a certain part of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dog's neck was very much worn away, so he asked him how that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;had come about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Oh, it is nothing," said the Dog. "That is only the place where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the collar is put on at night to keep me chained up; it chafes a bit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but one soon gets used to it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Is that all?" said the Wolf. "Then good-bye to you, Master Dog."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Better starve free than be a fat slave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7750387681951544364-7955561980915276325?l=picturesfromchina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesfromchina.blogspot.com/feeds/7955561980915276325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7750387681951544364&amp;postID=7955561980915276325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7750387681951544364/posts/default/7955561980915276325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7750387681951544364/posts/default/7955561980915276325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesfromchina.blogspot.com/2008/12/there-is-nothing-worth-so-much-as.html' title='There is nothing worth so much as liberty.'/><author><name>Hari Hara Putran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175441196461258583</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-7750387681951544364.post-1549695188404281531</id><published>2008-12-22T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T07:02:29.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious things are without value to those who cannot prize them.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;A Cock was busily scratching and scraping about to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;something to eat for himself and his family, when he happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;to turn up a precious jewel that had been lost by its owner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;"Aha!" said the Cock. "No doubt you are very costly and he who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;lost you would give a great deal to find you. But as for me, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;would choose a single grain of barleycorn before all the jewels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;in the world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7750387681951544364-1549695188404281531?l=picturesfromchina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesfromchina.blogspot.com/feeds/1549695188404281531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7750387681951544364&amp;postID=1549695188404281531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7750387681951544364/posts/default/1549695188404281531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7750387681951544364/posts/default/1549695188404281531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesfromchina.blogspot.com/2008/12/precious-things-are-without-value-to.html' title='Precious things are without value to those who cannot prize them.'/><author><name>Hari Hara Putran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175441196461258583</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-7750387681951544364.post-7038110967618550295</id><published>2008-12-22T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T07:01:15.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The weak are made to suffer for the misdeeds of the powerful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Once upon a time a severe plague raged among the animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Many died, and those who lived were so ill, that they cared for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;neither food nor drink, and dragged themselves about listlessly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;No longer could a fat young hen tempt Master Fox to dinner,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;nor a tender lamb rouse greedy Sir Wolf's appetite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;At last the Lion decided to call a council. When all the animals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;were gathered together he arose and said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Dear friends, I believe the gods have sent this plague upon us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;as a punishment for our sins. Therefore, the most guilty one of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;us must be offered in sacrifice. Perhaps we may thus obtain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;forgiveness and cure for all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"I will confess all my sins first. I admit that I have been very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;greedy and have devoured many sheep. They had done me no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;harm. I have eaten goats and bulls and stags. To tell the truth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I even ate up a shepherd now and then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Now, if I am the most guilty, I am ready to be sacrificed. But I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;think it best that each one confess his sins as I have done. Then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;we can decide in all justice who is the most guilty."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Your majesty," said the Fox, "you are too good. Can it be a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;crime to eat sheep, such stupid mutton heads? No, no, your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;majesty. You have done them great honor by eating them up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"And so far as shepherds are concerned, we all know they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;belong to that puny race that pretends to be our masters."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;All the animals applauded the Fox loudly. Then, though the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Tiger, the Bear, the Wolf, and all the savage beasts recited the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;most wicked deeds, all were excused and made to appear very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;saint-like and innocent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;It was now the Ass's turn to confess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"I remember," he said guiltily, "that one day as I was passing a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;field belonging to some priests, I was so tempted by the tender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;grass and my hunger, that I could not resist nibbling a bit of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I had no right to do it, I admit—"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great uproar among the beasts interrupted him. Here was the&lt;br /&gt;culprit who had brought misfortune on all of them! What a&lt;br /&gt;horrible crime it was to eat grass that belonged to someone else!&lt;br /&gt;It was enough to hang anyone for, much more an Ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately they all fell upon him, the Wolf in the lead, and&lt;br /&gt;soon had made an end to him, sacrificing him to the gods then&lt;br /&gt;and there, and without the formality of an altar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7750387681951544364-7038110967618550295?l=picturesfromchina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesfromchina.blogspot.com/feeds/7038110967618550295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7750387681951544364&amp;postID=7038110967618550295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7750387681951544364/posts/default/7038110967618550295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7750387681951544364/posts/default/7038110967618550295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesfromchina.blogspot.com/2008/12/weak-are-made-to-suffer-for-misdeeds-of.html' title='The weak are made to suffer for the misdeeds of the powerful.'/><author><name>Hari Hara Putran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175441196461258583</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-7750387681951544364.post-9076581252764517470</id><published>2008-12-22T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T06:58:27.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even the weakest may find means to avenge a wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;An Eagle was chasing a hare, which was running for dear life and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;was at her wits' end to know where to turn for help. Presently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;she espied a Beetle, and begged it to aid her. So when the Eagle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;came up the Beetle warned her not to touch the hare, which was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;under its protection. But the Eagle never noticed the Beetle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;because it was so small, seized the hare and ate her up. The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Beetle never forgot this, and used to keep an eye on the Eagle's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;nest, and whenever the Eagle laid an egg it climbed up and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;rolled it out of the nest and broke it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;At last the Eagle got so worried over the loss of her eggs that she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;went up to Jupiter, who is the special protector of Eagles, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;begged him to give her a safe place to nest in; so he let her lay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;her eggs in his lap. But the Beetle noticed this and made a ball of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;dirt the size of an Eagle's egg, and flew up and deposited it in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jupiter's lap. When Jupiter saw the dirt, he stood up to shake it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;out of his robe, and, forgetting about the eggs, he shook them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;out too, and they were broken just as before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Ever since then, they say, Eagles never lay their eggs at the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;season when Beetles are about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7750387681951544364-9076581252764517470?l=picturesfromchina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesfromchina.blogspot.com/feeds/9076581252764517470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7750387681951544364&amp;postID=9076581252764517470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7750387681951544364/posts/default/9076581252764517470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7750387681951544364/posts/default/9076581252764517470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesfromchina.blogspot.com/2008/12/even-weakest-may-find-means-to-avenge.html' title='Even the weakest may find means to avenge a wrong'/><author><name>Hari Hara Putran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175441196461258583</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-7750387681951544364.post-5679461535091288063</id><published>2008-12-22T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T06:57:08.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooperate or suffer the penalties.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;A Muleteer set forth on a journey, driving before him an Ass and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;a Mule, both well laden. The Ass, as long as he traveled along the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;plain, carried his load with ease, but when he began to ascend the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;steep path of the mountain, felt his load to be more than he could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;bear. He entreated his companion to relieve him of a small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;portion, that he might carry home the rest; but the Mule paid no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;attention to the request.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;The Ass shortly afterwards fell down dead under his burden. Not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;knowing what else to do in so wild a region, the Muleteer placed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;upon the Mule the load carried by the Ass in addition to his own,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;and at the top of all placed the hide of the Ass, after he had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;skinned him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;The Mule, groaning beneath his heavy burden, said to himself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;"I am treated according to my deserts. If I had only been willing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;to assist the Ass a little in his need, I should not now be bearing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;together with his burden, himself as well."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7750387681951544364-5679461535091288063?l=picturesfromchina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesfromchina.blogspot.com/feeds/5679461535091288063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7750387681951544364&amp;postID=5679461535091288063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7750387681951544364/posts/default/5679461535091288063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7750387681951544364/posts/default/5679461535091288063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesfromchina.blogspot.com/2008/12/cooperate-or-suffer-penalties.html' title='Cooperate or suffer the penalties.'/><author><name>Hari Hara Putran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175441196461258583</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-7750387681951544364.post-6187552134808882306</id><published>2008-12-22T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T06:56:00.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those who try to entrap others are often caught by their own schemes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;A Dog and a Cock, who were the best of friends, wished very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;much to see something of the world. So they decided to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;leave the farmyard and to set out into the world along the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;road that led to the woods. The two comrades traveled along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;in the very best of spirits and without meeting any adventure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;to speak of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;At nightfall the Cock, looking for a place to roost, as was his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;custom, spied nearby a hollow tree that he thought would do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;very nicely for a night's lodging. The Dog could creep inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;and the Cock would fly up on one of the branches. So said, so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;done, and both slept very comfortably.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;With the first glimmer of dawn the Cock awoke. For the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;moment he forgot just where he was. He thought he was still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;in the farmyard where it had been his duty to arouse the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;household at daybreak. So standing on tip-toes he flapped his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;wings and crowed lustily. But instead of awakening the farmer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;he awakened a Fox not far off in the wood. The Fox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;immediately had rosy visions of a very delicious breakfast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Hurrying to the tree where the Cock was roosting, he said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;very politely:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;"A hearty welcome to our woods, honored sir. I cannot tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;you how glad I am to see you here. I am quite sure we shall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;become the closest of friends."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;"I feel highly flattered, kind sir," replied the Cock slyly. "If&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;you will please go around to the door of my house at the foot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;of the tree, my porter will let you in."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;The hungry but unsuspecting Fox, went around the tree as he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;was told, and in a twinkling the Dog had seized him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7750387681951544364-6187552134808882306?l=picturesfromchina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesfromchina.blogspot.com/feeds/6187552134808882306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7750387681951544364&amp;postID=6187552134808882306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7750387681951544364/posts/default/6187552134808882306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7750387681951544364/posts/default/6187552134808882306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesfromchina.blogspot.com/2008/12/those-who-try-to-entrap-others-are.html' title='Those who try to entrap others are often caught by their own schemes.'/><author><name>Hari Hara Putran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175441196461258583</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-7750387681951544364.post-219864645740882353</id><published>2008-12-22T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T06:54:43.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yield to all and you will soon have nothing to yield.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;In the old days, when men were allowed to have many wives, a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;middle-aged Man had one wife that was old and one that was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;young; each loved him very much, and desired to see him like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Now the Man's hair was turning grey, which the young Wife did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;not like, as it made him look too old for her husband. So every&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;night she used to comb his hair and pick out the white ones. But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;the elder Wife saw her husband growing grey with great pleasure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;for she did not like to be mistaken for his mother. So every&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;morning she used to arrange his hair and pick out as many of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;black ones as she could. The consequence was the Man soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;found himself entirely bald.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;He that submits his principles to the influence and caprices of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;opposite parties will end in having no principles at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7750387681951544364-219864645740882353?l=picturesfromchina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesfromchina.blogspot.com/feeds/219864645740882353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7750387681951544364&amp;postID=219864645740882353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7750387681951544364/posts/default/219864645740882353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7750387681951544364/posts/default/219864645740882353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesfromchina.blogspot.com/2008/12/yield-to-all-and-you-will-soon-have.html' title='Yield to all and you will soon have nothing to yield.'/><author><name>Hari Hara Putran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175441196461258583</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-7750387681951544364.post-6148674844554463663</id><published>2008-12-22T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T06:53:26.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make-up may do wonders but deep inside, you are who you are.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;A Jay venturing into a yard where Peacocks used to walk, found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;there a number of feathers which had fallen from the Peacocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;when they were moulting. He tied them all to his tail and strutted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;down towards the Peacocks. When he came near them they soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;discovered the cheat, and striding up to him pecked at him and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;plucked away his borrowed plumes. So the Jay could do no better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;than go back to the other Jays, who had watched his behavior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;from a distance; but they were equally annoyed with him, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;told him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;"It is not only fine feathers that make fine birds."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7750387681951544364-6148674844554463663?l=picturesfromchina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesfromchina.blogspot.com/feeds/6148674844554463663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7750387681951544364&amp;postID=6148674844554463663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7750387681951544364/posts/default/6148674844554463663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7750387681951544364/posts/default/6148674844554463663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesfromchina.blogspot.com/2008/12/make-up-may-do-wonders-but-deep-inside.html' title='Make-up may do wonders but deep inside, you are who you are.'/><author><name>Hari Hara Putran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175441196461258583</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-7750387681951544364.post-4339010846473686700</id><published>2008-12-22T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T06:52:07.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is much easier said than done.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The Mice once called a meeting to decide on a plan to free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;themselves of their enemy, the Cat. At least they wished to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;some way of knowing when she was coming, so they might have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;time to run away. Indeed, something had to be done, for they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;lived in such constant fear of her claws that they hardly dared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;stir from their dens by night or day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Many plans were discussed, but none of them was thought good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;enough. At last a very young Mouse got up and said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;“I have a plan that seems very simple, but I know it will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;successful. All we have to do is to hang a bell about the Cat's neck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;When we hear the bell ringing we will know immediately that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;our enemy is coming.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;All the Mice were much surprised that they had not thought of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;such a plan before. But in the midst of the rejoicing over their&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;good fortune, an old Mouse arose and said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;“I will say that the plan of the young Mouse is very good. But let&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;me ask one question: Who will bell the Cat?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The Mice looked at one another and nobody spoke. Then the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;old Mouse said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;“It is easy to propose impossible remedies.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7750387681951544364-4339010846473686700?l=picturesfromchina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesfromchina.blogspot.com/feeds/4339010846473686700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7750387681951544364&amp;postID=4339010846473686700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7750387681951544364/posts/default/4339010846473686700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7750387681951544364/posts/default/4339010846473686700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesfromchina.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-is-much-easier-said-than-done.html' title='It is much easier said than done.'/><author><name>Hari Hara Putran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175441196461258583</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-7750387681951544364.post-4636903803252532003</id><published>2008-11-19T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:57:50.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think Outside the Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;You are driving along in your car on a wild, stormy night, it’s raining heavily, when suddenly you pass by a bus stop, and you see three people waiting for a bus:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;An old lady who looks as if she is about to die.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An old friend who once saved your life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The perfect partner you have been dreaming about.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Which one would you choose to offer a ride to, knowing very well that there could only be one passenger in your car?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;This is a dilemma that was once used as part of a job application.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;You could pick up the old lady, because she is going to die, and thus you&lt;br /&gt;should save her first;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;* or you could take the old friend because he once saved your life, and this&lt;br /&gt;would be the perfect chance to ! pay him back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;However, you may never be able to find your perfect mate again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;The candidate who was hired had no trouble coming up with his answer. Guess what was his answer?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;He simply answered:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;“I would give the car keys to my Old friend and let him take the lady to the hospital. I would stay behind and wait for the bus with the partner of my dreams.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Sometimes, we gain more if we are able to give up our stubborn thought limitations. Never forget to “Think Outside the Box.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7750387681951544364-4636903803252532003?l=picturesfromchina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesfromchina.blogspot.com/feeds/4636903803252532003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7750387681951544364&amp;postID=4636903803252532003' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7750387681951544364/posts/default/4636903803252532003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7750387681951544364/posts/default/4636903803252532003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesfromchina.blogspot.com/2008/11/think-outside-box.html' title='Think Outside the Box'/><author><name>Hari Hara Putran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175441196461258583</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-7750387681951544364.post-9004864925339813033</id><published>2008-11-19T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:51:45.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Careful What You Say When You’re the Leader</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;John DeLorean told me that shortly after he had become general manager of Chevrolet he attended a sales conference in Dallas, and when he arrived at his hotel suite he discovered that someone from the company had delivered a huge basket of fruit to his room. Remarking to an associate on the basket’s size and variety he commented, humorously, he thought, “What? No bananas?” &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;From that moment on, the word throughout General Motors was “John DeLorean loves bananas.” No matter how many times he attempted to explain that he had only meant to be amusing, bananas kept showing up in cars, chartered planes, hotel suites—even in meetings—and followed him throughout his career at Chevrolet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7750387681951544364-9004864925339813033?l=picturesfromchina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesfromchina.blogspot.com/feeds/9004864925339813033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7750387681951544364&amp;postID=9004864925339813033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7750387681951544364/posts/default/9004864925339813033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7750387681951544364/posts/default/9004864925339813033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesfromchina.blogspot.com/2008/11/be-careful-what-you-say-when-youre.html' title='Be Careful What You Say When You’re the Leader'/><author><name>Hari Hara Putran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175441196461258583</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-7750387681951544364.post-8800202061103210846</id><published>2008-11-19T23:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:49:50.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Successful Failures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;In a small pub in the highlands of Scotland a group of fishermen gathered one afternoon to swap tales over a round of ale. One of them stretched his arms apart to show the big one that got away. At that very point, a waitress walked past carrying a tray of full ale glasses. The fisherman’s wild gestures sent the tray smashing against the wall. The dark brew splashed on the white wall of the pub and began running down. The waitress and the fisherman tried to wipe the mess off the wall, but it had left an ugly dark stain. A man who had watched the whole scene from another table walked quietly over to the wall. With a brown pastel crayon he took from his pocket, he began to sketch. The entire pub watched in silent awe as a majestic stag with great spreading antlers magically took shape around the stain. The artist was Sir Edwin Henry Landseer, the top 19th British painter of animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7750387681951544364-8800202061103210846?l=picturesfromchina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesfromchina.blogspot.com/feeds/8800202061103210846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7750387681951544364&amp;postID=8800202061103210846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7750387681951544364/posts/default/8800202061103210846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7750387681951544364/posts/default/8800202061103210846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesfromchina.blogspot.com/2008/11/successful-failures.html' title='Successful Failures'/><author><name>Hari Hara Putran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175441196461258583</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-7750387681951544364.post-3234534251327624556</id><published>2008-11-19T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:45:45.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emphasizing the Positive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;In 1982, University of Wisconsin researchers who were conducting a study of the adult-learning process videotaped two bowling teams during several games. The members of each team then studied their efforts on video to improve their skills. But the two videos had been edited differently. One team received a video showing only its mistakes; the other team’s video, by contrast, showed only the good performances. After studying the videos, both teams improved their game, but the team that studied its successes improved its score twice as much as the one that studied its mistakes. Evidently, focusing on the errors can generate feelings of fatigue, blame, and resistance. Emphasizing what works well and discussing how to get more out of those strengths taps into creativity, passion, and the desire to succeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7750387681951544364-3234534251327624556?l=picturesfromchina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesfromchina.blogspot.com/feeds/3234534251327624556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7750387681951544364&amp;postID=3234534251327624556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7750387681951544364/posts/default/3234534251327624556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7750387681951544364/posts/default/3234534251327624556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesfromchina.blogspot.com/2008/11/emphasizing-positive.html' title='Emphasizing the Positive'/><author><name>Hari Hara Putran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175441196461258583</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-7750387681951544364.post-9079806208156427082</id><published>2008-11-19T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:44:09.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You must be in management</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Realizing he was lost, a balloonist dropped down to ask directions. “Excuse me, but I’m a little off course” he shouted. “I promised to meet a friend an hour ago, I don’t know where I am.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;A woman hollered back: “You’re in a hot air balloon hovering approximately 30 feet above the ground. You’re at exactly 40 degrees, 22 minutes, and 21 seconds North latitude and 70 degrees, 30 minutes, and 33 seconds West longitude.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;“Amazing,” the balloonist replied. “You must be an engineer!”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;“I am,” she replied, “How did you know?” &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;“Well,” answered the balloonist, “everything you told me is technically correct, but I can’t use your information. I’m still lost and you haven’t been much help at all. If anything, you’ve delayed my trip.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;The woman thought for a moment, then replied: “You must be in management.” “I am,” replied the balloonist, “but how did you know?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;“Well,” said the woman, “you don’t know where you are or where you’re going. You’ve risen to your position due to a large quantity of hot air. You made a promise that you have no idea how to keep, and you expect people beneath you to solve your problems.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;“In fact,” she said, “you’re in exactly the same position you were before we met, but somehow it’s now my fault.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7750387681951544364-9079806208156427082?l=picturesfromchina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesfromchina.blogspot.com/feeds/9079806208156427082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7750387681951544364&amp;postID=9079806208156427082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7750387681951544364/posts/default/9079806208156427082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7750387681951544364/posts/default/9079806208156427082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesfromchina.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-must-be-in-management.html' title='You must be in management'/><author><name>Hari Hara Putran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175441196461258583</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-7750387681951544364.post-4145949610325887984</id><published>2008-11-19T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:40:42.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Managers Ignite!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;A corporate executive on holiday in a small Greek seacoast village was strolling by the docks and drinking in the local color. He complimented one fisherman on the quality of his catch.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;“How long did it take you to get all those fish?” he wondered.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;“Not very long,” answered the Greek. “An hour or two.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;“Then why didn’t you stay out longer to catch more?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Shrugging, the Greek explained that his catch was sufficient to meet his needs and those of his family.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;The executive asked, “But what do you do with the rest of your time?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, and take a nap with my wife. In the evening, I go to the village to see my friends, dance a little, play the bouzouki, and sing songs. I have a full life.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;The executive said, “I have an MBA from Harvard. I can help you. You should start by fishing longer every day. You’ll catch extra fish that you can sell. With the revenue, you can buy a bigger boat. With the extra money the larger boat will bring you, you can buy a second boat and a third one, and so on, until you have an entire fleet of trawlers. Instead of selling your fish to a middleman, you can then negotiate directly with the processing plants and maybe even open your own plant. You can ship fish to markets all around the world. In time, you can then move to New York City to direct your huge enterprise.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;“How long would that take?” asked the Greek.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;“Twenty, perhaps twenty-five years,” replied the executive.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;“And after that?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;“When your business gets really big, you can sell stock and make millions!” exclaimed the executive with zeal.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;“Millions? Really? And after that?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;“After that you’ll be able to retire, live in a small village near the coast, sleep late, play with your grandchildren, catch a few fish, take a nap with your wife, and spend your evenings singing, dancing, and playing the bouzouki with your friends.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7750387681951544364-4145949610325887984?l=picturesfromchina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesfromchina.blogspot.com/feeds/4145949610325887984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7750387681951544364&amp;postID=4145949610325887984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7750387681951544364/posts/default/4145949610325887984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7750387681951544364/posts/default/4145949610325887984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesfromchina.blogspot.com/2008/11/managers-ignite.html' title='Managers Ignite!'/><author><name>Hari Hara Putran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175441196461258583</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-7750387681951544364.post-3910566601744387491</id><published>2008-11-19T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:33:51.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People Live Up or Down to a Leader’s Expectations</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;“Tell me about the people at the organization you just left,” said the senior manager who was screening candidates to fill a key leadership role. “They were uneducated and lazy,” the candidate responded. “You always had to keep an eye on them because they were constantly trying to goof off or rip off the company. They were lousy communicators, resisted change, and only cared about themselves.” “That’s too bad,” replied the senior manager, “I am sorry to say that’s the same type of people you’ll find here. This doesn’t sound like a job you would enjoy.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Once the next candidate was seated, she was asked the same question. “Oh, they were great,” she said. “Although many of them couldn’t read and we had some trouble communicating with each other, they were very driven to succeed. Once we all got to know each other, they were constantly helping one other and working together.” “Great,” the senior manager responded, “That’s the same type of people you’ll find here.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7750387681951544364-3910566601744387491?l=picturesfromchina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesfromchina.blogspot.com/feeds/3910566601744387491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7750387681951544364&amp;postID=3910566601744387491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7750387681951544364/posts/default/3910566601744387491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7750387681951544364/posts/default/3910566601744387491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesfromchina.blogspot.com/2008/11/people-live-up-or-down-to-leaders.html' title='People Live Up or Down to a Leader’s Expectations'/><author><name>Hari Hara Putran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175441196461258583</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-7750387681951544364.post-3917976743403645090</id><published>2008-11-19T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:30:35.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A crow was sitting on a tree, doing nothing all day. A small rabbit saw the crow, and asked him, “Can I also sit like you and do nothing all day long?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The crow answered: ” Sure, why not.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the crow, and rested. All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7750387681951544364-3917976743403645090?l=picturesfromchina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesfromchina.blogspot.com/feeds/3917976743403645090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7750387681951544364&amp;postID=3917976743403645090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7750387681951544364/posts/default/3917976743403645090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7750387681951544364/posts/default/3917976743403645090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesfromchina.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-be-sitting-and-doing-nothing-you.html' title='To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up'/><author><name>Hari Hara Putran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175441196461258583</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-7750387681951544364.post-5710673091718177388</id><published>2008-11-19T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:26:43.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision Making Without Critical Information</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her shower when the doorbell rings. After a few seconds of arguing over which one should go and answer the doorbell, the wife gives up, quickly wraps herself up in a towel and runs downstairs. When she opens the door, there stands Bob, the next-door neighbor. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Before she says a word, Bob says, “I’ll give you £800 to drop that towel that you have on” &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her towel and stands naked in front of Bob. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After a few seconds, Bob hands her £800 and leaves. Confused, but excited about her good fortune, the woman wraps back up in the towel and goes back upstairs. When she gets back to the bathroom, her husband asks from the shower, “Who was that?” &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“It was Bob the next door neighbor,” she replies. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Great,” the husband says, “did he say anything about the £800 he owes me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Management Lesson&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;If you share critical information pertaining to credit and risk in a timely fashion with your stakeholders, you may be in a position to prevent avoidable exposure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7750387681951544364-5710673091718177388?l=picturesfromchina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesfromchina.blogspot.com/feeds/5710673091718177388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7750387681951544364&amp;postID=5710673091718177388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7750387681951544364/posts/default/5710673091718177388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7750387681951544364/posts/default/5710673091718177388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesfromchina.blogspot.com/2008/11/decision-making-without-critical.html' title='Decision Making Without Critical Information'/><author><name>Hari Hara Putran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175441196461258583</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-7750387681951544364.post-9040334963016641310</id><published>2008-06-25T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T10:29:43.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Photos of China</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRgzcjwc6V0/SGKBKqB7r9I/AAAAAAAAAF8/e6WlYUrlZCM/s1600-h/GWall1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRgzcjwc6V0/SGKBKqB7r9I/AAAAAAAAAF8/e6WlYUrlZCM/s320/GWall1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215873338529525714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRgzcjwc6V0/SGKBKwnmnlI/AAAAAAAAAGE/fKye2SoZl54/s1600-h/GWall2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRgzcjwc6V0/SGKBKwnmnlI/AAAAAAAAAGE/fKye2SoZl54/s320/GWall2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215873340298141266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRgzcjwc6V0/SGKBLEJ3huI/AAAAAAAAAGM/pBAanwu8y7w/s1600-h/GWall4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRgzcjwc6V0/SGKBLEJ3huI/AAAAAAAAAGM/pBAanwu8y7w/s320/GWall4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215873345542129378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRgzcjwc6V0/SGKBLcQ-qJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/bWZ5AKmTVS8/s1600-h/GWall5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tRgzcjwc6V0/SGKBLcQ-qJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/bWZ5AKmTVS8/s320/GWall5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215873352014407826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRgzcjwc6V0/SGI2XXugZOI/AAAAAAAAAFc/GLCso-JJuQQ/s1600-h/Beijing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRgzcjwc6V0/SGI2XXugZOI/AAAAAAAAAFc/GLCso-JJuQQ/s320/Beijing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215791093582423266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRgzcjwc6V0/SGI2Xbzw3mI/AAAAAAAAAFk/qhEYTwOjPKM/s1600-h/hk1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRgzcjwc6V0/SGI2Xbzw3mI/AAAAAAAAAFk/qhEYTwOjPKM/s320/hk1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215791094678216290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRgzcjwc6V0/SGI2XtVPTUI/AAAAAAAAAFs/B_GGdN6HzvA/s1600-h/Shanghai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRgzcjwc6V0/SGI2XtVPTUI/AAAAAAAAAFs/B_GGdN6HzvA/s320/Shanghai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215791099382025538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRgzcjwc6V0/SGI2XjF07PI/AAAAAAAAAF0/FLb4MrAvBpg/s1600-h/penghu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tRgzcjwc6V0/SGI2XjF07PI/AAAAAAAAAF0/FLb4MrAvBpg/s320/penghu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215791096633027826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget everything you think you know about China and take a couple minutes to ponder these images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful and incredible photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An absolutely breathtaking collection of beautiful pictures from China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.regnow.com/trialware/download/Download_EntireTrialsetup.exe?item=16993-1&amp;amp;affiliate=222207"&gt;Click Here to Learn Chinese&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/theenkarthika/BeautifulChina"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7750387681951544364-9040334963016641310?l=picturesfromchina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://picturesfromchina.blogspot.com/feeds/9040334963016641310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7750387681951544364&amp;postID=9040334963016641310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7750387681951544364/posts/default/9040334963016641310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7750387681951544364/posts/default/9040334963016641310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://picturesfromchina.blogspot.com/2008/06/amazing-photos-of-china.html' title='Amazing Photos of China'/><author><name>Hari Hara Putran</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06175441196461258583</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tRgzcjwc6V0/SGKBKqB7r9I/AAAAAAAAAF8/e6WlYUrlZCM/s72-c/GWall1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
