<?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-7810681364869594025</id><updated>2012-01-15T03:18:07.922+08:00</updated><category term='To whom it may concern'/><category term='all'/><category term='My friends'/><category term='What a beautiful sc'/><category term='Family'/><title type='text'>Stanley's Merbok</title><subtitle type='html'>I like to share my thoughts, opinion and views about life on this planet World. I also would like to share my interest/hobbies,ect. I appreciate comments from all quarters. Thank you.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-3320682911211207977</id><published>2011-12-30T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T14:17:23.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stanley's Merbok: Year 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2011/12/year-2012.html#links"&gt;Stanley's Merbok: Year 2012&lt;/a&gt;. My New Year Resolutions&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-3320682911211207977?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2011/12/year-2012.html#links' title='Stanley&apos;s Merbok: Year 2012'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/3320682911211207977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=3320682911211207977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/3320682911211207977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/3320682911211207977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2011/12/stanleys-merbok-year-2012.html' title='Stanley&apos;s Merbok: Year 2012'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-2974454134226502254</id><published>2011-12-29T09:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T10:22:57.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year 2012</title><content type='html'>The calendar  year 2012 is around the corner, which is 2 days away. People gather around to greet the New Year with full of joy. Whatever good or bad has happened in the year 2011 is coming to an end. &lt;div&gt;New resolution  s are made to fullfill the hopes and wishes of the many. When we wish ,we say " happy new year " that is to mean we hope the whole calendar year will be a happy and prosperous new year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All these years I have tried to live a middle path whereby to think more positivity in my thoughts and actions.  Although most of us cannot achieve the fullest, because of our weakness, we should be happy we tried. As for me , I will try to behave the way I behaved before, and try my best to improve my performance . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We should accept the fact that we, just like a seed when sowed grows to a young and healthy plant, which then bears flowers and fruits.. As time passes, not only the flowers or the fruits cease to appear, but the leaves refuse to grow and the bark of the tree withers. In the end , the tree falls to the ground in between it's siblings and rots untill it disappears. That is what life is about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-2974454134226502254?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/2974454134226502254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=2974454134226502254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/2974454134226502254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/2974454134226502254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2011/12/year-2012.html' title='Year 2012'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-6114931185039069171</id><published>2011-12-24T13:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T13:47:41.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>Christmas. is hours away and the black clouds have vanished. Everyone is so cheerful. Phew ! sigh...What a terrible fortnight . Thank God it is over. I have never experience such moments of anguish and fear before. The bits which were scattered are now reunited and the hangover is really over. I am looking for a Merry Christmas &amp;amp; A Happy New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-6114931185039069171?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/6114931185039069171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=6114931185039069171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/6114931185039069171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/6114931185039069171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-2243495452943711485</id><published>2011-12-22T20:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T20:55:16.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monsoon</title><content type='html'>The year 2011 ended with natural disasters around the globe. Bangkok was hit with flash floods. We had disasters mostly at the northern states of the peninsula. The rest of the states were also hit by the monsoon. Damaged has been done, but life has to go on until the next monsoon.&lt;div&gt;Thank you, dear mother nature for blowing away the bad weather. The bad weather has almost vanished but left hatred among those who went through the hard times. Nothing can be done as fate destined the whole episode. Even if the damages were repaired, scars of hatred and disgust will remain for some time. When we encounter such disaster, I believe we should try to accept the happenings as fate and face the future positively. We can forecast the weather but we cannot forecast our future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-2243495452943711485?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/2243495452943711485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=2243495452943711485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/2243495452943711485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/2243495452943711485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2011/12/monsoon.html' title='Monsoon'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-1386672029189298542</id><published>2011-12-20T02:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T04:00:48.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A very sad and unfortunate story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;b&gt;This story starts with a happy moment for an old couple in thie 60's. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;It begins like this ............a very fine day, they receive news that in a month or two, there will be a family reunion . They were very happy and anxiously waited for the day to arrive. These family members who live in different countries have not met for a number of years. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The days for waiting ended when the first couple arrived after traveling for 12 hours in a plane. There were smiles and hugs and a lot of tales to tell. Later in the day the second batch arrived very late.   As it was very late they were not greeted by the host, and they stayed at a hotel. The next morning, the host went to fetch them. They proceed to the house of the host. On arrival, they were greeted by the rest of the family. There were full of joy and happiness and each one had a lot of stories to tell.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;This happiness came to a sudden halt, when questions were raised on where to stay and bla bla bla....Many suggestions were made and the guests agreed to whatever offered.  As the days passed, a lot of comments were exchanged, and certain parties engaged in unnecessary remarks which ended in anger and disgust. The next day came and one party  suggested to return to their homeland. They left the fourth day of their visit with unhappiness promising themselves not to come back again.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The rest stayed behind, but we're not happy with their stay. The HOST was in a very sad state and was very sorry he could not satisfy the expectations of the guests. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The worst moment came when the host's car had problems and had to be towed to the garage for repairs. The quotation for the repairs came to a very unexpected price, and the host was unable to pay  the bill. The host became very sad because he has to lose the only transport he had. This episode changed his hopes for a comfortable life . His family had to share his fate.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is what I term as " A DISASTER ".  This story explains how happiness can not only turn to sorrow, but....hate. Whatever happened, has happened and left a scar of unhappiness. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-1386672029189298542?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/1386672029189298542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=1386672029189298542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/1386672029189298542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/1386672029189298542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2011/12/very-sad-and-unfortunate-story.html' title='A very sad and unfortunate story'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-6349934492794273213</id><published>2011-12-18T05:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T11:06:26.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A MOTHER'S LOVE WHICH ENDED IN GRIEVE Part 2</title><content type='html'>She left her home and lived with this boy somewhere north of her state. They were very happy until she gave birth to her first child. The husband became naughty, and he neglected his wife. She became thrifty because she tried to safe as much money as she could to keep the family secured. This was when she became bold and independent. Although she suffered mental strain , she kept the family going doing just the impossible. As the years passed, she ended up by having four kids , one of them a boy.&lt;div&gt;She brought up the four children with all her love and kindness. Her husband was as naughty as he was, having fun.  She gave her children good education.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     As the years passed by, she kept on working very hard for the future of her children. Her dedication for the family never ended. But.......grief started to sip in. Lucky for her , her hubby turned into a new leaf, but the pain and sorrows she went through never stopped.  She never met her goal. She was humiliated by some of her loved ones and branded an outcast. She was living in uncertainty and completely depressed.  Today she is like a broken down shed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     This is her KARMA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-6349934492794273213?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/6349934492794273213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=6349934492794273213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/6349934492794273213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/6349934492794273213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2011/12/mothers-love-which-ended-in-grieve-part.html' title='A MOTHER&apos;S LOVE WHICH ENDED IN GRIEVE Part 2'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-3418976324251078473</id><published>2011-12-18T04:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T05:23:32.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A MOTHER'S LOVE ENDED IN GRIEF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;     There lived a very young and beautiful girl, who in her teens was a very faithful child to her parents. She was intelligent and hardworking. She was forced to stop her education because of her family's powerty. She worked at little outlets just to help her mother to support the family. She was generous and whatever she earned, she gave her mother the money. She even helped her elder sister who was in powerty too.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;      As she was the fourth of the siblings of six, she was shy, timid but brave. Though the father was less responsible to the family, her mother managed to bring up the family of six by her sacrifices.  Her mother was her hero and the years passed, she grew up and followed her MOTHER'S footsteps.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;     One very fine day, she met her match when she was working at her work place. He was dark but handsome. He was very persuasive and managed to win her heart. This girl's parents were not happy of the relationship because this dark horse was of a different race and religion. It was also the same with the boy's parents. His parents rejected her because she came from a poor family.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;     So some how and another, this couple continued their secret relationship. Nothing could stop their LOVE for each other. Although they lived very far apart, they kept their LOVE intact. No weapon could destroy their love. Time passed by and their love grew stronger. The boy proposed and she accepted. The mother of this girl accepted this young horse but the mother of the other side rejected. But as their love was so strong , nothing stopped them from tying the knot.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;     They married when she was 17 going 18, and he was 20 years old.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-3418976324251078473?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/3418976324251078473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=3418976324251078473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/3418976324251078473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/3418976324251078473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2011/12/mothers-love-ended-in-grief.html' title='A MOTHER&apos;S LOVE ENDED IN GRIEF'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-6564653359131598142</id><published>2011-12-16T11:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T11:49:06.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man / Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why Man first and Woman second ? Did any of us wonder why ? Did we try to go back and find out about Man's  supremacy ? God made man first says the Holy Bible. The Holy Kuran is also similar. History reveals that most of the people at different continents prefer a Man than a Woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Literary, Woman are the TOYS of Man so it looks like. Is this concept a creation of GOD ? Or is it the way life is about ? I am confused. It looks like a mistry to me. I notice nobody has questioned about this matter. They say it is GOD 's wish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Due respect toWoman, some say that Woman are the cause of happiness and at the same time they are the course of unhappiness. If it is true, then.....???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-6564653359131598142?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/6564653359131598142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=6564653359131598142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/6564653359131598142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/6564653359131598142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2011/12/man-woman.html' title='Man / Woman'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-7696261897367255625</id><published>2011-12-16T10:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T11:07:38.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The source of quarrels</title><content type='html'>Quarrels derive from hatred and vengeance. The feelings of hatred builds up in a persons mind when he/she is either jealous or unsatisfied with the other's speech , doings or any matter which leads to unsatisfactness. These feeling build up in their minds until the day it bust up. It is just like clouds gather water until it cannot hold and then meets another cloud of the same nature and bust up resulting in lightnings, thunderstorms and rain following floods and destroys anything that comes along.&lt;div&gt;     Although the damage has been done in a temporary period which we classify  as temporary state of mind, the feelings still remains because of our weakness, that is our ego and ignorance of life. Most of us live this material life the way we were brought up and hope to achieve our visions in any way we can. We are not bothered to know what is life and how we should lead this life which we attained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     This planet Earth and it's habitats are an example of how life is about. Mother nature is also a very good example of our behavior. To be happy and to continue this karma tic life of us until we leave to another dimension, we must make an effort to discover the source of our problems, identify the problem, rectify the problem and lastly avoid such problems in future. Though it is easily said, it can also be easily done if we make an effort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-7696261897367255625?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/7696261897367255625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=7696261897367255625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/7696261897367255625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/7696261897367255625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2011/12/source-of-quarrels.html' title='The source of quarrels'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-3559740792925594185</id><published>2011-11-28T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T23:37:53.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>This has happened, is happening and will happen until the last day of our lives. Yesterday was a memory, Today is a happening and Tomorrow is a Hope.Though we can faintly remember of our past, we are aware we cannot bring forward Yesterday and at the same time we hope for a Tomorrow which we cannot be assured .Today is a very important event for us because we know exactly what we are going to do. It simply means the Past ,Present and the Future. What we planned Yesterday may not necessary carried out Today and what we plan Today may be rejected Tomorrow.We tend to be fickle due to our " temporary state of mind " during that period. To be safe in words or deeds, I follow a few guidelines in my actions. 1) Listen more than talking...2) Think first before making a statement.3) Unneccessary suggestion will backfire 4) Awareness while listening or talking.5) Try to think possitive. I think by following these guidelines we tend to make less mistakes. As time flies we grow older and wiser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-3559740792925594185?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/3559740792925594185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=3559740792925594185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/3559740792925594185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/3559740792925594185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2011/11/yesterday-today-and-tomorrow.html' title='Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-2308839435496228345</id><published>2011-11-21T08:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T20:51:14.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Human nature and their attitudes</title><content type='html'>Comparing the attitude of the&amp;nbsp;humans of today and the humans of&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;yesteryears , I notice that they are the same. The simple reason is that what is happening today has happened during the yesteryears. &lt;br /&gt;They commit crimes like robbing, fighting and even killing for the sake of greed, jelousy lust&amp;nbsp;and hatred. We see stones, arrows, spears and daggers flying in the air just to kill their enemy. Today, they have sofphisticated arsenal for the same purpose. I presume this crime will never end.&lt;br /&gt;Many prophets came bringing with them&amp;nbsp;different religions just to educate the humans. Instead of bringing peace to the world, there were more religious wars instead. The humans lived in fear and took refuge in a particular religion they chose. Natural disasters of the world added more fear and the humans remained confused till today. Humans and animals behave the same. Only the strong &amp;amp; powerful survive, the rest are victims.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-2308839435496228345?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/2308839435496228345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=2308839435496228345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/2308839435496228345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/2308839435496228345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2011/11/human-nature-and-their-attitudes.html' title='Human nature and their attitudes'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-6148709986051787459</id><published>2011-11-21T08:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T19:57:06.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As I see it</title><content type='html'>There are many things I have noticed in life. One of the things I notice&amp;nbsp;is, when I travell by plane,I notice that the clouds&amp;nbsp;gathered&amp;nbsp;come&amp;nbsp;in different shapes and sizes. I then start to look at a certain cloud and with deep concentration, I manage to visualize its image. There are times an image of a&amp;nbsp;'face ' appears and looks almost like someone you have seen or known.&amp;nbsp;I believe it is &amp;nbsp;the illusion of the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;There was also an instance, while I was waiting for a friend by a large drain, I notice a collection of dried leaves floating along. They came to a ' bottle neck ' and part of the leaves drifted ahead first. As they drifted along, the balance of the leaves then followed behind the first batch. As the passage narrowed, the first batch had to stop and the leaves that followed grouped backed together with the first batch. Although these sights is a common thing we all know,but as I look at the accurances, I look back in life. I ask myself what has the sight of these two happenings attract my attention ? After some deep thoughts, I gather that our mind has a lot of illusions on what we see and observe. On my point of view, I believe that the images I saw in the clouds have something to do in our life, be it be material or spiritual. And at the same time, the movements of the dried leaves in the drain has the same reasons in life. We meet,we separate in many different ways, and we meet again at different times, different ways and different outlooks. I have never had such imaginations in my younger days. Either I am ' nuts' at this golden age, or I am very aware of what LIFE is about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-6148709986051787459?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/6148709986051787459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=6148709986051787459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/6148709986051787459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/6148709986051787459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2011/11/as-i-see-it.html' title='As I see it'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-6136780376355830281</id><published>2011-11-04T23:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T23:19:38.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life on Earth and Life thereafter</title><content type='html'>Once again I wish to share my thoughts with you. When I was young, I never even thought of discussing this subject.  I, obviously had to grow up with my guardians care and love.  They groomed me the way they thought was right. and I grew up to a healthy young man. I had moral education from my parents and at the same time spiritual knowledge from the monks /priests. As I grew up, I fulfilled my wishes by living a very complex life. I had many interests and I ventured into the world of my dreams. I was attracted to the forbidden pleasures in life and got involved in many of their activities.                                                                                &lt;br /&gt;Today, at the age of 68 years, I realized that I had lacked in wisdom. I knew life as I lived and spiritually, I only believed the beginning and the end of life. For the past number of years, I sat down to think about life here on Earth and life thereafter. I read many books of life and listened to religious talks from various faiths, but I was not willing to accept the ideology of just BELIEVE. &amp;nbsp;I was told by my friends that if I really want to know what life is about, I should try to meditate. &amp;nbsp;So, I decided to learn how to meditate.&lt;br /&gt;But what is meditation and how to meditate ? I made many enquires and different people taught to meditate in different ways. I thought meditation was simple and I did not make any effort to visit any meditation centre . &amp;nbsp;Well, I failed to concentrate every time I tried. The years gradually passed and yet I cannot achieve this way of relaxation. Some how and another, there was one time , I managed to sit for a while very relaxed. I was so comfortable and by the time I realized what was going on, 2 hours was gone. I was very excited and I continued this action regularly till today. &lt;br /&gt;Although I have not found complete peace, but I have discovered the misfortune and misery I went throughout my younger days. This is the main reason I like to share my thoughts with you. I have come to many conclusions about life here and thereafter. Of course this findings of mine may bring many objections from others, but then these findings of mine is personal.&lt;br /&gt;My findings are as follows :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. This material world comes in two (2) sides which is the bright side and the dark side.&lt;br /&gt;2. &amp;nbsp;Humans come in pairs&lt;br /&gt;3 &amp;nbsp;We have the good and the bad&lt;br /&gt;4 &amp;nbsp;Negative and positive&lt;br /&gt;5 &amp;nbsp;Temporary state of happiness and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;6 &amp;nbsp;This human body is temporary where else the soul and mind lives forever&lt;br /&gt;7 &amp;nbsp;So on and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 5 senses of ours lead us to creation and destruction as well.&lt;br /&gt;The proper management of live brings us joy.&lt;br /&gt;The renouncing of crave and the positive thoughts and action reduces dissatisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should prepare ourselves for a good life on this planet and the spiritual world as well.&lt;br /&gt;It is easier said than done, but if it takes a whole life time &amp;nbsp;to achieve such wisdom ,it surely is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy to share my thoughts of life with you and if you think otherwise, please advice me. I sincerely appreciate your loving kindness. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-6136780376355830281?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/6136780376355830281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=6136780376355830281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/6136780376355830281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/6136780376355830281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2011/11/life-on-earth-and-life-thereafter.html' title='Life on Earth and Life thereafter'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-8721885562687153761</id><published>2011-10-08T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T18:47:38.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stanley's Merbok: Problems &amp; their remedies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2011/10/problems-their-remedies.html"&gt;Stanley&amp;#39;s Merbok: Problems &amp;amp; their remedies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-8721885562687153761?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2011/10/problems-their-remedies.html' title='Stanley&apos;s Merbok: Problems &amp; their remedies'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/8721885562687153761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=8721885562687153761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/8721885562687153761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/8721885562687153761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2011/10/stanleys-merbok-problems-their-remedies.html' title='Stanley&apos;s Merbok: Problems &amp; their remedies'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-1906990196450126191</id><published>2011-10-08T13:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T18:35:48.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Problems &amp; their remedies</title><content type='html'>This material world is filled with all kinds of problems.. Humans with or without  their knowledge create problems. later they blame their problems to destiny. They go as far to their Gods for help. &lt;br /&gt;Most religions say God lives in heaven and since he is God, he can be anywhere and at any time. He, I am not sure if it is a he or she , will punish or forgive any living creature on earth.&lt;br /&gt;Humans create a crime and later ask God for forgiveness. They even go to the extent to make their wishes to God. It is also very common for humans to ask God for favors . I am very confused about God's stance. Is he supposed to run errands for us ? &lt;br /&gt;Remedies: &lt;br /&gt;1. We should identify the source of the problem...&lt;br /&gt;2.  We should understand the problem&lt;br /&gt;3.  We should try to solve the problem&lt;br /&gt;4.  We should ensure that there will never be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easier said than done. Well, only a wise person will know how to address the four noble truths. &lt;br /&gt;In the first place, there  should not be a problem for people who are wise. Are natural disasters of the world a disaster ? Of course NO. &lt;br /&gt;Even a person create a problem by mistake, that person should quickly solve the problem by the best means to the extent of apologizing. &lt;br /&gt;Most problems could not be solved because humans do not admit their mistake . They take advantage by claiming their superiority and blame others ( their victims ) for the problems caused. They even go to the extent  to demand an apology from their victims. What a shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, when problems arise,&lt;br /&gt;1. Be cool. 2. Find out the cause of the problem. 3. Do not allow anger or frustration to cause more damage. 4.  It may be you or others who caused the problem, solve it immediately either by saying sorry first, even you are not the cause of the problem. Do not make an attempt to justify your innocence which will create more anger to the other party. Excuse yourself from the scene and find a proper date to meet up with the third party.  5. At the mean time, try to find the cause of the problem and how to resolve the situation. .It helps a lot. 6. When meeting up with the person, try to explain the situation. If the person is still reluctant to accept, just say sorry and disperse peacefully without harboring any hatred or anger. You do not have to tell any third party of the problem, but just forget it and try your best to avoid such situation. God willing, it may work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why there are wars and unhappiness . Most people do not understand the 4 noble truths.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-1906990196450126191?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/1906990196450126191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=1906990196450126191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/1906990196450126191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/1906990196450126191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2011/10/problems-their-remedies.html' title='Problems &amp; their remedies'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-625169131999010440</id><published>2011-03-12T07:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T08:29:15.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back.</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone, I am back after a long absence. I think I must have been drifted out into the wide blue ocean.&lt;br /&gt;If I am not mistaken, it has been nearly 18 months , I have not been myself, and I ran into many problems. I have been sick not only in mind, but in health. Can it be that I have moved into a new &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;place&lt;/span&gt;, or could I have.....I am not certain. I have hopped from place to place to settle down, but I am still squatting at my children's home. I am confused.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I underwent engioram at the Heart Institute of Malaysia to check whether there are blocks at the arteries to my heart. Fortunately everything was normal as the surgeon said. I have been secretly depressed for going through all the sufferings.  I was even knocked down by a speeding car the next day after discharge from the hospital. Fortunately I sustained minor injuries on my left leg. I could not walk well and my body ached.&lt;br /&gt;I think it was a week ago, I received a telephone call from an old friend.  He told me he has just retired and he is living in Alor Setar. I was so happy and we had a good conversation. I managed to exchange our email address.&lt;br /&gt;His name is Boonlerd, a Malaysian Thai. He sent me a web site , which is about meditation. Well, meditation was nothing new to me because I have been practicing meditation for many years. Anyhow, I thanked him.&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up, sat for a while, and I realized, that I have not meditated since I left Penang and moved to Kuala Lumpur. I sat down and mediated. It has been a long time I have not seen the Chrystal ball as I closed my eyes. The Chrystal ball came rushing towards me, but somehow I managed to control my posture.&lt;br /&gt;During the short process of meditation, I realized I have been astray. I was my old self, egoistic, ect.&lt;br /&gt;After my morning bath, I told myself, I must go into my blog and write something. I tried to open my website page, but in vain. I forgot my website name. I sat down and slowly I remembered. It has been along time.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to thank my friend Boonlerd for waking me up. Thank you my dear brother ,Boonlerd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-625169131999010440?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/625169131999010440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=625169131999010440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/625169131999010440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/625169131999010440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-am-back.html' title='I am back.'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-669525168892470617</id><published>2010-08-29T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T19:21:20.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Granddaughters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/THpCeANbjlI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/ZjcC_u-m_2Y/s1600/P1060476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510790177261063762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/THpCeANbjlI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/ZjcC_u-m_2Y/s400/P1060476.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/THpCd3n7RlI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/Z_6frcq12dk/s1600/a.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510790174956275282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/THpCd3n7RlI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/Z_6frcq12dk/s400/a.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-669525168892470617?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/669525168892470617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=669525168892470617' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/669525168892470617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/669525168892470617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-granddaughters.html' title='My Granddaughters'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/THpCeANbjlI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/ZjcC_u-m_2Y/s72-c/P1060476.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-4312455730227519071</id><published>2010-04-08T22:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T12:27:04.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My daily prayers</title><content type='html'>Offerings to the Bhudda : Phut thut sabucha maha tay chawan no....Thum mut sabucha m&lt;br /&gt;aha punya yo maha lah poh......sungka sabucha maha hoe pawah hoe loh kana toe patipati  buchayah nipah chaya hoe too ana katay kalay. &lt;br /&gt;Salutation to the Bhudda : Namo tatsa pagawatoe arahartoe sama samphut tatsa..3 times Phut tang saranam kacha me..Dhamam saranam saranung kacha me..Sungkang saranung kacha me..&lt;br /&gt;Too tiyam pe phut tang saranam kachamah &lt;br /&gt;Too tiyam pe dhamum saranung kacha me &lt;br /&gt;Too tiyam pe sangkang saranung kacha me&lt;br /&gt;Tatiyam pe phut tang sara nung  kacha me &lt;br /&gt;Tatiyam pe dham mung sara nung kacha me &lt;br /&gt;Tatiyam pe sungkang saranung kacha me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 5 precepts: Panatipata way rahmani sika patam sama di yami &lt;br /&gt;                 Adina dana way rahmani sika patang sama di yami &lt;br /&gt;                Kamay su micha karana way rahmani sika patang sama di yami &lt;br /&gt;                 Musawada way rahmani sika patam sama di yami &lt;br /&gt;                Suramay micha karana way rah mani sika sama di yami &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The triple gem : Arahung sama samphut toe pagawa,  &lt;br /&gt;                 Phut tang saranung kacha me &lt;br /&gt;                 Sawakartoe pagawatar tammo &lt;br /&gt;                 Dhamman saranum kacha me&lt;br /&gt;                 Supanipano bhagawa toe sawaka sung koe..&lt;br /&gt;                 Sungkang saranung kacha me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving kindness: Ohm nah phut thoe nah hen nah har, chop phoot chop tar, chop chit &lt;br /&gt;                 chop chai , jin chai thang lai, Namo phut tar yah..3 times&lt;br /&gt;                 Arahung  Ark met tar..Ak rahung ark met tar... ark rah hung ark met &lt;br /&gt;                 tar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 Phut tang kreow krat pra phut ter chao yang bart&lt;br /&gt;                 Dham mung kreow krat pra phut ter chao yang bart&lt;br /&gt;                 Sungkang  kreow krat pra phut ter chao yang bart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 Namo phut tar yah... 3 times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note............ I recite these prayers daily for the following reasons......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 1. To pay homage to the Lord Bhudda for his teachings ( the Dharma )&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;                 2. To remind myself of the teachings of the Lord Bhudda i.e. the 5 &lt;br /&gt;                    Precepts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 3. And last but not least to have a wonderful day....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-4312455730227519071?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/4312455730227519071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=4312455730227519071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/4312455730227519071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/4312455730227519071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-daily-prayers.html' title='My daily prayers'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-1669933151811687588</id><published>2010-03-18T00:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T08:33:58.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you Papa, I miss you Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S6F05WrOrOI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/EQjBHYgK7Mg/s1600-h/Ma+Earn+my+Aunty.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S6F05WrOrOI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/EQjBHYgK7Mg/s320/Ma+Earn+my+Aunty.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449765552783273186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really missed you after all these years, but today I missed you the most. Mama, I used to fear you and hate you most of the times. I always promised myself to stay away from you when I grow up. Papa, I did not hate or fear you, but I never missed you. &lt;br /&gt;     Today after umpteen years you left this material world, I MISS YOU. I miss you both very much. When I was with you, I did not fear pain, hunger nor did I worry what will happen to me tomorrow. Only now did I realize that you loved and protected me from harm. You fed me with the best food and gave me a decent education. You gave me what other kids did not have, yet, I feared and hated you. &lt;br /&gt;     Now I know why.....I feared you because I was afraid you would know my bad intentions... and I hated you because you disallowed me from doing bad things. All the while you knew my character and tried your best to groom me to be a better person. YOU FAILED so did I. I was so stubborn in thoughts and deeds. You tried your best in all ways, but failed to control my bad behaviour. I thought I was great, but now I know I am not. &lt;br /&gt;     Papa, you love and protected me from harm, especially from Mama, but yet I did not miss you. How shall I explain ? Might be you were not my biological father or .. I really do not know why. I knew you loved your siblings although they were not yours,but somehow or another there was no actual bond between us. But now it is not the same. I love and miss you. How nice if you and Mama were around... &lt;br /&gt;     My thoughts of both of you is always with me all the time and I never missed you in my daily prayers. BUT what is the use now... it is too late to regret...you are not around. &lt;br /&gt;     Now I KNOW why this has to happen to me. I was selfish all the time. I wanted the things whether good or bad. I was greedy. I was egoistic. Today, I feel the pain all over my body and there is no Mama or Papa to care and love me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I am very thankful for the religious education my Mama gave me because, TODAY, although I do not possess material wealth, I have spiritual wealth. I know why this has happened to me and I can still live a happy and contended life. I do not blame or hate others for any actions I think they have done to harm me. I know why there are disasters and I know why hatred and selfishness has destroyed the world. &lt;br /&gt;     As the saying goes... what has been done cannot be undone and do not cry over spill milk.  The clock ticks and the needles are moving...we are advancing forward and we can do nothing to bring the time backwards to repent. It is always good to think first before we act or else.............. you will end up ..LIKE ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-1669933151811687588?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/1669933151811687588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=1669933151811687588' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/1669933151811687588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/1669933151811687588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-miss-you-papa-i-miss-you-mama.html' title='I miss you Papa, I miss you Mama'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S6F05WrOrOI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/EQjBHYgK7Mg/s72-c/Ma+Earn+my+Aunty.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-8110735567618533999</id><published>2010-01-03T06:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T07:29:07.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choice in life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/Sz_UKr4fQpI/AAAAAAAAA14/wNGv9anqG78/s1600-h/Rebecca+pic+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/Sz_UKr4fQpI/AAAAAAAAA14/wNGv9anqG78/s320/Rebecca+pic+062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422285756420801170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     What we are today is the choice of our parents and later by us ourselves. That is what I think. But at times, I think I am wrong. My parents groomed me so that I would be a better person when I grow up. But when I grew up, I did not live up to my parents dreams but instead CHOSE to grow up by the five senses I possessed which were as follows :  1. FEAR  2. GREED 3. EGO 4. ANGER &amp; 5. LUST . &lt;br /&gt;     I sailed along in life carrying these burden facing countless problems. At times I felt great, but most of the times I was miserable and lost blaming my misfortunes on my BAD LUCK or should I say BAD KARMA. &lt;br /&gt;     Today, 66 years later, I realized that the voyage I traveled in life was a waste of time. I could have been a better person. Well, should I regret and feel sad or just say it is my Karma ? Well to be frank to everybody, I do not regret, blame myself or say it is my Karma, but instead, I will try to release the burden I carried for the last 66 years and live a peaceful life for the remaining days left. &lt;br /&gt;     Whoever gets to read my blog, will realize that I am trying to reach out to the world to let them know what is wrong. Yes, the CHOICE was mine and not my dear parents or Karma. Make a good choice and live a healthy life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 " HAPPY NEW YEAR "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-8110735567618533999?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/8110735567618533999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=8110735567618533999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/8110735567618533999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/8110735567618533999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2010/01/choice-in-life.html' title='Choice in life'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/Sz_UKr4fQpI/AAAAAAAAA14/wNGv9anqG78/s72-c/Rebecca+pic+062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-5245418385434189707</id><published>2009-12-19T19:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T19:42:01.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Christmas is for everyone. People around the globe celebrate this auspicious day each year. Christmas is not just an ordinary holiday, but a day for forgiveness and thanksgiving. I remember my father setting up a Christmas tree when I was just a little boy.  We used to go to the forest to collect a tree. We decorated the tree with almost the same decorations we have today ( 60 years after ). In fact it was a festival of colour lights too. We would exchange cookies first thing on Christmas morning. We will dress up in our new cloths and attend church service. There was so much joy. I love Christmas till today although I am a Buddhist by faith. &lt;br /&gt;     I love to wish you all a " MERRY CHRISTMAS &amp; A HAPPY NEW YEAR '. God bless you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-5245418385434189707?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/5245418385434189707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=5245418385434189707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/5245418385434189707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/5245418385434189707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-3091193603974529015</id><published>2009-11-18T07:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T08:24:36.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THREE</title><content type='html'>Three (3) is a number. A number some people like and some people dislike. In the olden days, that is during the 1st. world war or the 2nd. world war, most people would not take pictures in threesome. They believe it is bad luck. There were instances when after a picture was taken by 3 people, one of them may die in the war and not return home. So, that is why people avoided to take pictures in threes. &lt;br /&gt;     Today, some people believe in this superstition. They would never dare to travel in three whether they are in a boat or a car. They are afraid that something bad may happen. Well, what is your opinion ? &lt;br /&gt;     As for me, I think the number 3 is a very powerful number. Those people who are born on this date are very strong in mind and body. They are very independent and very stubborn as well. A tripod is a stand with 3 legs. The holy trinity is God the father, God the son and God the holy spirit. Two persons are a couple and three persons are considered a crowd. Some say that two employees are very obedient to their boss, but when the third employee joins in, he may try to form a union. &lt;br /&gt;     My opinion for the number 3 is good. It is strong as well as powerful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-3091193603974529015?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/3091193603974529015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=3091193603974529015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/3091193603974529015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/3091193603974529015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2009/11/three.html' title='THREE'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-8297767487512139042</id><published>2009-11-01T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T21:51:12.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new home at Mantin, Negeri Sembilan,Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/Su2SIeX3f4I/AAAAAAAAA1w/wNqgPFBk0a4/s1600-h/IMG_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/Su2SIeX3f4I/AAAAAAAAA1w/wNqgPFBk0a4/s320/IMG_0011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399132202576871298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/Su2Rn5EsXkI/AAAAAAAAA1o/HyFr4ayuu0I/s1600-h/IMG_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/Su2Rn5EsXkI/AAAAAAAAA1o/HyFr4ayuu0I/s320/IMG_0007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399131642808524354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I am now staying at my new home at Man tin, N.Sembilan, Malaysia. I live there with my wife,Patsy, and my youngest daughter Rebeca. The apartment is situated at the campus of University Technology Legenda ,Malaysia. Almost 99% of the residents are students from China, Africa and Malaysia. The apartment is at the first floor of Block PR 08 ,Jln UTL 9.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-8297767487512139042?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/8297767487512139042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=8297767487512139042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/8297767487512139042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/8297767487512139042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-new-home-at-mantin-negeri.html' title='My new home at Mantin, Negeri Sembilan,Malaysia'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/Su2SIeX3f4I/AAAAAAAAA1w/wNqgPFBk0a4/s72-c/IMG_0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-3284197318335440109</id><published>2009-09-29T14:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T09:00:33.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unity is strenght</title><content type='html'>Adam could not survive alone in this world and that is why God gave him Eve. A forest survives better than a single tree. You need an army to fight a war. Four legs or more will be a better support for a table.... and so on, so on. I believe we need the five fingers of our hand to manage whatsoever. That is what I meant by UNITY IS STRENGTH. United we stand, divided we fall. &lt;br /&gt;     I am writing on this subject because I am very sad that MOST people think that they can manage things by themselves and do not trust others. Some even believe that they can live alone and be more independent. Well,we must be very subjective on this matter because there are guys out there who think they can manage things by themselves. Well, what is your opinion ?&lt;br /&gt;      All prophets need their disciples to spread their religion. A prime minister has to work with his ministers to rule his country....and so on. Lastly, a hermit who does his meditation deep in the jungle is not alone. The spirits and the wild animals are there to protect him.&lt;br /&gt;     I love my family, my country and the people of the world. I hope they understand what I mean. There will be peace if only we can live together, think together and work together ( which I think is impossible ). &lt;br /&gt;     Well, as for me, I love this concept..but I am not sure of myself if I can take any negative approaches while I travel along in life until my final &lt;br /&gt;destination. No harm trying the best we can do, as long we do not harm others in any way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-3284197318335440109?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/3284197318335440109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=3284197318335440109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/3284197318335440109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/3284197318335440109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2009/09/unity-is-strenght.html' title='Unity is strenght'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-6830930644308182673</id><published>2009-07-04T08:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T19:06:23.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BIGGEST MYSTERY THAT HAUNTS US IN OUR DAILY LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/Sk6qpxnjotI/AAAAAAAAAv8/gCBis0XdVnA/s1600-h/IMG_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/Sk6qpxnjotI/AAAAAAAAAv8/gCBis0XdVnA/s320/IMG_0045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354404641660707538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  A very good morning to you. It is 8.05 am Malaysian time and the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; day of June 2009.   I have been very quiet for some time maybe because of ..no ideas , no melancholy thoughts or just lazy or you can say " out off form ".&lt;br /&gt;  I have an interesting topic to share with you all today.&lt;br /&gt;  Oh how nice it would be if a person has the freedom to think, speak or act to their own free will and live the life they want to....note: I had been trying to do this ever since I knew what life was about, but sad to say, most of the actions of my past were horrible to relate.   I only came to realize this about 10 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;   The ego in me was too great and as I have said earlier I followed my whims &amp; fancies to live a life I wanted.   To tell you the sincere truth, I do regret my past actions, but now I am happy that it has passed and I have trained myself to live a more positive and calm life before I depart to a place I do not know where.&lt;br /&gt;   There are Commandments, Precepts and other Orders given to us by wise people for us to guide us so that we could live a life of peace.   The main reason why we do not practice these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;commandments&lt;/span&gt; is , I think, we are by nature stubborn.      Politics also play a major part for us to disobey orders.&lt;br /&gt;   LAWS are made by man, a truth nobody can deny, and there are many laws in this world which conflict with each other resulting in anger, hatred and ending in wars. That goes for religion too.   Each religion claiming to be the true religion.   Man protect themselves by claiming that a creator has told them to abide with the ORDERS he has laid for them to follow so that they can  go to " heaven " when they die.&lt;br /&gt;  This clearly shows that man has attained the FEAR in them through the existing laws and regulations given to them by their parents, teachers, politicians of their country they live and the religions they embrace.   If they want to survive on this planet Earth, they have to adhere to the commands whether they like it or not. If not, they will be branded as oppositions, rebels &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ect&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;  Well, where do you stand. Followers ? Fence sitters ? Oppositions ? or just like me , remain silent, no comments and live the life I always dream without harming others, respecting the current laws &amp;amp; regulations and lastly preparing the voyage to hereafter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-6830930644308182673?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/6830930644308182673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=6830930644308182673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/6830930644308182673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/6830930644308182673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2009/07/biggest-mystery-that-haunts-us-in-our.html' title='THE BIGGEST MYSTERY THAT HAUNTS US IN OUR DAILY LIFE'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/Sk6qpxnjotI/AAAAAAAAAv8/gCBis0XdVnA/s72-c/IMG_0045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-3389707541095479243</id><published>2009-05-06T19:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T20:33:04.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELPLESS LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SgGDdvFPUUI/AAAAAAAAAl8/p_0lKchGoQk/s1600-h/Stanley+%26+Becca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SgGDdvFPUUI/AAAAAAAAAl8/p_0lKchGoQk/s320/Stanley+%26+Becca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332687980661264706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     In my last blog, I talked about love. Today, I would like to elaborate more about love.&lt;br /&gt;    I had a call from my daughter this morning at about 8.37 am. Her voice was so weak as if it came from a place very very far away. I was on my motorcycle going for breakfast. I stopped and answered the call. She told me that she is in hospital having a check-up. She said that her head looks like that she is wearing a turban and her body is plugged in by wires connected to a machine. She will be there until the doctors know her problems. She is being watched by two close circuit televisions.&lt;br /&gt;    As she spoke, her speeches were broken as if in pieces.  There was so much fear,sadness, uncertainties and LOVE when she spoke to me. I could feel the blood in my veins flowing so fast and my heart was pumping extra fast. It was not only fear, but LOVE that I was feeling at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;    I tried to calm her down by all the good and positive talk, but deep inside me I know how she felt because I have been in and out of hospital several times for my heart problems, Prostate, Piles and many more.&lt;br /&gt;    Returning back to the Title today  that is ....Helpless Love, I am trying to tell you all guys is that at times when we encounter such happenings, we are unable to help the person due to unforeseen circumstances. It may be Endless Love to that person but it is also helpless love at  that moment .&lt;br /&gt;    I had to feel guilty for not being at her side but then, I could not make the trip to Kuala Lumpur for personal reasons. Anyway the rest of  the family are there to comfort her.  Though I have trained myself to be positive in thoughts and actions, I still have the " blood is thicker than water " feelings.&lt;br /&gt;    In this material life we encounter numerous sufferings whether in body or in mind. I think we should live and accept the KARMA bestowed to us and build good karma to return back to this material world  with less sufferings.  Thank you for listening.&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/7810681364869594025-3389707541095479243?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/3389707541095479243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=3389707541095479243' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/3389707541095479243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/3389707541095479243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2009/05/helpless-love.html' title='HELPLESS LOVE'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SgGDdvFPUUI/AAAAAAAAAl8/p_0lKchGoQk/s72-c/Stanley+%26+Becca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-2883585462333150060</id><published>2009-04-29T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T22:17:45.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SfhffOoq86I/AAAAAAAAAlY/n2IjqZujB7w/s1600-h/Hi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SfhffOoq86I/AAAAAAAAAlY/n2IjqZujB7w/s320/Hi.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330115149102248866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     When you enter into my blog, you are entertained by the song titled Something Stupid Like I Love You, right ?  Well, that song really brings back sweet memories of my younger days.&lt;br /&gt;When I was a teenager back in the 50's, I was a very romantic guy falling in LOVE with any girl I fancy. I like to use the words I love you whenever I take a girl for a date. I thought by saying these magical words, the girls will be more attached and it will be my passport for" further action ". Well, it worked for me most of the time .&lt;br /&gt;    Now, to be frank, I admit that I took advantage of the magical words for my  pleasure and desire.  But that was in the 50's.  When I reached the age of 50, I realized that it was wrong to use the words for personal gains.  We should be sincere when we use the words I love you.&lt;br /&gt;    That was me...now what about you guys out there ?  LOVE can mean anything. Falling in love at first sight.  To me, it means that when I glance at the person for the first time, I have a feeling that the person I am looking at is a person I like to own and share my life.  Well, it should not be that way,because you do not know the person well and he or she may not share the same thoughts and ideas.  Nothing is in common between the both of you.  You can only fall in love with a person when you are sure you can tolerate his or her attitude.  To be honest, I have not come across a perfect couple yet.  The product, brand, model may be the same, but the chassis number or the engine number will not  be the same.&lt;br /&gt;    The word LOVE is actually a passport or a visa used when you need something from another person. It is commonly used in BED.&lt;br /&gt;     No two persons feel alike, think alike or even look alike.  The magic word LOVE has mostly been misused by us.  I believe actions are better than words. You may be in love now, but the next minute or the next day your feelings may be different. Do not commit yourselves by using  the word .......LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-2883585462333150060?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/2883585462333150060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=2883585462333150060' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/2883585462333150060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/2883585462333150060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-you.html' title='I LOVE YOU'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SfhffOoq86I/AAAAAAAAAlY/n2IjqZujB7w/s72-c/Hi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-1649044903943511276</id><published>2009-04-26T19:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:03:33.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oriental White Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SfRNimw9Q-I/AAAAAAAAAlI/rj5qinyKcvk/s1600-h/Oriental_White_Eye_I_IMG_0655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SfRNimw9Q-I/AAAAAAAAAlI/rj5qinyKcvk/s320/Oriental_White_Eye_I_IMG_0655.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328969516002919394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;These species can be found in Asia. They are lovely to look at especially the white ring circulating their eyes. They are very active hopping from one branch to another searching for food. Their food includes little insects, fruits and nectar.&lt;br /&gt;I have a collection of about three birds in beautiful cages. I feed them with fruits like apple, grapes, oranges and pellet food which I buy from the pet shop. They sing most of the day with different pitches.&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/7810681364869594025-1649044903943511276?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/1649044903943511276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=1649044903943511276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/1649044903943511276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/1649044903943511276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2009/04/oriental-white-eyes.html' title='Oriental White Eyes'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SfRNimw9Q-I/AAAAAAAAAlI/rj5qinyKcvk/s72-c/Oriental_White_Eye_I_IMG_0655.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-1746146322921660894</id><published>2009-04-18T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T21:16:02.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SILENCE IS GOLDEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SenSer4Rf6I/AAAAAAAAAlA/oX8aJSfehic/s1600-h/IMGA0632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SenSer4Rf6I/AAAAAAAAAlA/oX8aJSfehic/s320/IMGA0632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326019458958983074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My dearest friend and companion, Naa'Ruk does not bark. When strangers pass by my house she does not bark but wag her tail to greet. She only barks when I play with her.  I do not know what to do to make her bark. Well, I hope she will bark one day when she grows older. She is around 7 months old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-1746146322921660894?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/1746146322921660894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=1746146322921660894' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/1746146322921660894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/1746146322921660894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2009/04/silence-is-golden.html' title='SILENCE IS GOLDEN'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SenSer4Rf6I/AAAAAAAAAlA/oX8aJSfehic/s72-c/IMGA0632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-6284231311679295916</id><published>2009-04-09T20:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T22:42:07.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost &amp; Found</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/Sd4JMzKkeyI/AAAAAAAAAk4/JCaN6xX0dqI/s1600-h/Bali+dancers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/Sd4JMzKkeyI/AAAAAAAAAk4/JCaN6xX0dqI/s320/Bali+dancers.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322701925096127266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;     I have been out of action for some time because I have been following the recent by.elections held at three places in my country,Malaysia. Well, I am back again to relate an unfortunate incident which happened to me recently.&lt;br /&gt;   One afternoon about two weeks ago, I went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Maybank&lt;/span&gt; auto machine to withdraw some cash for my daily expenses.  I drew out my wallet from my rear pocket to take out my ATM card. To my surprise the card was not there. I quickly emptied the wallet hoping to find the card, but the card was not there. Feeling disappointed, I went back home hoping to find it there. I gave my home a thorough search but in vain.  I sat down and told myself to calm down, relax, have a drink and then...start searching all over again.&lt;br /&gt;   I then changed my mind, had a cold shower, and took a short nap. I woke up after two hours,very cool, calm &amp;amp; very positive in my thoughts. I went straight to the altar and prayed. Then I proceeded to the kitchen to get a packet of fine salt.  I sprinkled salt all around . I was told by my late mother that by this action we will be able to find any missing articles lost in the particular area.&lt;br /&gt;   I started to search but still I could not find my ATM card. Well, I came to a conclusion that the card must have dropped off somewhere.  I tried to recollect the last time I used the card, and I remembered it was at a Petrol Station not far away. I went to the station and enquired from the staff.  They gave a negative answer. Note:- The fuss about finding the ATM card is I do not have any cash to buy me food ( lunch ).&lt;br /&gt;   I returned home and settled with instant noodles instead which I had for dinner too. I kept on thinking, thinking trying to recollect my previous activities, but ....no ideas at all.  Then suddenly a fairy seems to whisper in my ear telling me to use my  Bank account book to make a withdrawal.&lt;br /&gt;   I went to the bank the next day and filled up the withdrawal form and gave it to the clerk.  The clerk requested for my  Identification Card.  Well , as usual, I took out my wallet and to my double shock, the identification card was not in the wallet too.  My smiling face turned pale and I could feel the fear flowing into my blood vessels. I pleaded to the clerk to allow me to withdraw some money but she shook her head and said " No i/c no money ". Upon hearing the remark made, my stomach started to groan and hunger was in my mind. Don't tell me to eat instant noodles again. Oh my God ! What a mess I am in.  I tried to remain cool but ..... I could feel the sweat rolling down my cheeks and my stomach was groaning louder  producing a sound like...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Magie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mee&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;   Another whisper came from my guardian angel... I quickly produced my driving license and my retirement identification card.  I gave the documents  and with a pitiful smile I handed to the clerk.  She still shook her head to say NO. The pitiful smile on my face faded off  in a reflex action and thunder stroke with lightning on my face.&lt;br /&gt;   The clerk was aware of the situation and before the rain falls, she turned behind to inform her manager about the problem.  He gave me a hard stare for a minute, took my driving license, looked at the photograph and then looked at me.&lt;br /&gt;He continued to identify the photo and my present self for some time and he approached me and warned me reluctantly saying....".Only this time. No next time."  Wow ! what a relieve... I asked the clerk why it took so long for the manager to make a decision. She answered saying :.. " Uncle, last time you had hair on your head ( photo ), now no hair..sorry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;   I withdrew the cash and I felt so happy. I was smiling all the way out of the bank wishing everyone I met.  The Ago-ago in my stomach stopped and I was not hungry at all.&lt;br /&gt;   The following day I went to the Police station to make a report.  I took the report to the Registration Office and applied for a new Identification Card.  I took a ride to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt; Island and went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Maybank&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt; Main to apply for a new ATM card. There I met a very nice &amp;amp; handsome bank officer by the name of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Nicholas&lt;/span&gt; Tan Chi-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Meng&lt;/span&gt;.  He gave me his full assistance and within half an hour, my ATM card was ready.  He was such a nice fellow. Very polite,fast and professional.&lt;br /&gt;   Okay.....now I am a happy man again. First misfortune came without a warning.  I tried to be calm but..... it never worked. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Luckily&lt;/span&gt; I have a very good guardian angel to overcome my fear and at the same time give me ideas.  Though I came across a few unpleasant people in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt;, I am happy to be blessed by meeting people like Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Nicholas&lt;/span&gt; Tan. Thank you Mr. Tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I lost, but later I found. Never give up hope. Bitter then Sweet.  God Bless You.&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/7810681364869594025-6284231311679295916?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/6284231311679295916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=6284231311679295916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/6284231311679295916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/6284231311679295916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2009/04/lost-found.html' title='Lost &amp; Found'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/Sd4JMzKkeyI/AAAAAAAAAk4/JCaN6xX0dqI/s72-c/Bali+dancers.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-7779883374013825192</id><published>2009-03-03T05:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:12:40.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Human nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SaxUkFIehuI/AAAAAAAAAkw/Uf9UgkeV5Gw/s1600-h/IMGA0452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SaxUkFIehuI/AAAAAAAAAkw/Uf9UgkeV5Gw/s320/IMGA0452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308711039592728290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SELFISHNESS is part of human nature. This form of nature has been achieved or should I say 'build in ' through the selfish deeds or thoughts from our past lives ( if you believe it or not ) and brought down to this life. This type of feeling , thoughts and behaviour comes out automatically when a human receives ,sees or hear any positive becomings.  This is my way of interpretation of the word selfishness.&lt;br /&gt;Most of us protect or hide ourselves in ' sheep clothing '. We are afraid to show our true self or feelings because we know what we feel or do is wrong. We are also unable to accept other people happiness in life.&lt;br /&gt;Please , my wise readers, do not be offended to what I think, because it is only a matter of opinion, and I do include myself  in one of the humans. We should try to avoid from this type of feeling by being more positive in life rather to feel otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;Why I say this is because I have had many of this feelings in my life before and hopefully less now and I hope to eradicate this type of feeling completely which I know it is difficult but not impossible for those who seek. This is the only way to reduce the sufferings we sail through in life. My life is not long and I only wish I can navigate the rest of my life together with others  with less sufferings and more happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-7779883374013825192?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/7779883374013825192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=7779883374013825192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/7779883374013825192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/7779883374013825192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2009/03/human-nature.html' title='Human nature'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SaxUkFIehuI/AAAAAAAAAkw/Uf9UgkeV5Gw/s72-c/IMGA0452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-450404962475794813</id><published>2009-02-19T18:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T18:26:19.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Success around the corner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SZ0x2aRD0SI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/rzG8_AM86XU/s1600-h/IMG_1980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304450746945884450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SZ0x2aRD0SI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/rzG8_AM86XU/s320/IMG_1980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat has been smoking for the past 45 years...She had tried to stop the habit many times but was unsuccessful. We prayed that one day she will stop smoking and that day has come. It has been a week she had quit the habit without complaining. I think success is around the corner. God bless her. I write this in my blog because I am very happy and I want to remember this very special date of achievement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-450404962475794813?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/450404962475794813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=450404962475794813' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/450404962475794813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/450404962475794813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2009/02/success-around-corner.html' title='Success around the corner'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SZ0x2aRD0SI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/rzG8_AM86XU/s72-c/IMG_1980.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-4552348248732837408</id><published>2009-02-06T11:49:00.043+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T22:09:40.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life, My Love, My Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SYxmo1VaQRI/AAAAAAAAAkI/FpDy_Z3Rj_o/s1600-h/Stanley+age+3+years.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299723713205911826" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 180px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SYxmo1VaQRI/AAAAAAAAAkI/FpDy_Z3Rj_o/s320/Stanley+age+3+years.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That is me at the age of three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SYxmSmtWgPI/AAAAAAAAAkA/tcHWZo82C50/s1600-h/Beatrice+%26+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299723331322675442" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 180px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SYxmSmtWgPI/AAAAAAAAAkA/tcHWZo82C50/s320/Beatrice+%26+me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my sister Beatrice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SYxlj2X1TVI/AAAAAAAAAj4/n17OvXZrS3I/s1600-h/Our+engagement.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299722528073534802" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 180px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SYxlj2X1TVI/AAAAAAAAAj4/n17OvXZrS3I/s320/Our+engagement.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My engagement with Pat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SYxlJ3nm7CI/AAAAAAAAAjw/WyeZdl3XJnw/s1600-h/Pat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299722081731537954" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 180px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SYxlJ3nm7CI/AAAAAAAAAjw/WyeZdl3XJnw/s320/Pat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pat in a Japanese outfit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SYxkcYOs1vI/AAAAAAAAAjo/Kz-JipC8m3g/s1600-h/Patsy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299721300211455730" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 180px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SYxkcYOs1vI/AAAAAAAAAjo/Kz-JipC8m3g/s320/Patsy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My wife Patsy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SYxjw4ZCxaI/AAAAAAAAAjg/jxdac8TjG4k/s1600-h/La-ong.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299720552930526626" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 180px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SYxjw4ZCxaI/AAAAAAAAAjg/jxdac8TjG4k/s320/La-ong.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My late mother Laong Rhodphai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SYxiWXIZ6XI/AAAAAAAAAjY/4rh1HLC8QKQ/s1600-h/Ivy+Benjamin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299718997814143346" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 180px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SYxiWXIZ6XI/AAAAAAAAAjY/4rh1HLC8QKQ/s320/Ivy+Benjamin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My beloved Aunty Ivy Benjamin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SYvEzb8uffI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/uXSG64yVX7A/s1600-h/IMGA0557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299545774486355442" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 180px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SYvEzb8uffI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/uXSG64yVX7A/s320/IMGA0557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was a Thai monk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SYvEKzUJLkI/AAAAAAAAAjI/ANzpuoikmmI/s1600-h/Angeline+%26+kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299545076383952450" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SYvEKzUJLkI/AAAAAAAAAjI/ANzpuoikmmI/s320/Angeline+%26+kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Angeline and her kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SYvDJKwLrtI/AAAAAAAAAjA/1IbjDoOkGLY/s1600-h/picture+Happy+New+Year+%272009+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299543948804206290" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SYvDJKwLrtI/AAAAAAAAAjA/1IbjDoOkGLY/s320/picture+Happy+New+Year+%272009+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rebecca in one of her good moods. Happy New Year she greets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SYvCWjFFY6I/AAAAAAAAAi4/9gv6YyqHXsE/s1600-h/Copy+of+my+angeline.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299543079160996770" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 180px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SYvCWjFFY6I/AAAAAAAAAi4/9gv6YyqHXsE/s320/Copy+of+my+angeline.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were young then. That is Angeline...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SYvBtilrMoI/AAAAAAAAAiw/jghFFLBExB0/s1600-h/blow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299542374654620290" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 180px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SYvBtilrMoI/AAAAAAAAAiw/jghFFLBExB0/s320/blow.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Patsy's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SYvA6ufTeSI/AAAAAAAAAio/_q9JjgGlN-s/s1600-h/Hi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299541501675796770" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 180px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SYvA6ufTeSI/AAAAAAAAAio/_q9JjgGlN-s/s320/Hi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our younger days. We love candle light dinners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SYu_337ohfI/AAAAAAAAAig/-fnZxQdrUVY/s1600-h/%21cid_46147ACD-00DF-4EA7-9A45-CAE8CF73F179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299540353159300594" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SYu_337ohfI/AAAAAAAAAig/-fnZxQdrUVY/s320/%21cid_46147ACD-00DF-4EA7-9A45-CAE8CF73F179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Steffi, my grand daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SYu_QaxWbjI/AAAAAAAAAiY/qCi_yAqlk7g/s1600-h/%21cid_E3931016-AA0A-447D-9C3A-BA0B7464699C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299539675316645426" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SYu_QaxWbjI/AAAAAAAAAiY/qCi_yAqlk7g/s320/%21cid_E3931016-AA0A-447D-9C3A-BA0B7464699C.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My 65th birthday, From left my son-in-law,Wolfgang,Sofia my grand daughter and Joseph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SYu-C1hqa-I/AAAAAAAAAiI/BEtDLdnbnjI/s1600-h/Bali+dancers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299538342468807650" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 180px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SYu-C1hqa-I/AAAAAAAAAiI/BEtDLdnbnjI/s320/Bali+dancers.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happiness gives you long life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dancing Queen, Rebecca in Bali, Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SYu9KopGG4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/wz6DwkFaEl8/s1600-h/Chris.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299537376937646978" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 180px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SYu9KopGG4I/AAAAAAAAAh4/wz6DwkFaEl8/s320/Chris.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Christopher again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SYu8t-b9SEI/AAAAAAAAAhw/L7D7mV-r7Hc/s1600-h/Chris+age+2+years.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299536884571916354" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 180px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SYu8t-b9SEI/AAAAAAAAAhw/L7D7mV-r7Hc/s320/Chris+age+2+years.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This cutie is my son , Christopher Stanley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SYu7YAxbmeI/AAAAAAAAAhg/FriUZCQR0KA/s1600-h/Dad+%26+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299535407730104802" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 180px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SYu7YAxbmeI/AAAAAAAAAhg/FriUZCQR0KA/s320/Dad+%26+me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My father,Ob Klinchan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SYu6exAPgXI/AAAAAAAAAhY/fv42_jG58NU/s1600-h/IMGA0474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299534424244715890" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 180px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SYu6exAPgXI/AAAAAAAAAhY/fv42_jG58NU/s320/IMGA0474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From left, my brother Martin, my mother, Rebecca, my youngest daughter,and of course my beloved wife,Patsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SYu2SH_rHbI/AAAAAAAAAhA/izkMcXtbNc8/s1600-h/IMG_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299529809031536050" style="float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SYu2SH_rHbI/AAAAAAAAAhA/izkMcXtbNc8/s320/IMG_0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SYu0ubEpFYI/AAAAAAAAAg4/WLnFGWyQwtc/s1600-h/IMG_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299528096165729666" style="float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SYu0ubEpFYI/AAAAAAAAAg4/WLnFGWyQwtc/s320/IMG_0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;After all these years of marriage, Pat &amp;amp; I have found happiness and will continue living,God willing, till the end of our lifes. Thank God, I made the right choice. Though we may not be wealthy, but we are healthy. I love you darling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-4552348248732837408?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/4552348248732837408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=4552348248732837408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/4552348248732837408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/4552348248732837408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-life-my-love-my-happiness.html' title='My Life, My Love, My Happiness'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SYxmo1VaQRI/AAAAAAAAAkI/FpDy_Z3Rj_o/s72-c/Stanley+age+3+years.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-825781064893716394</id><published>2009-02-05T23:28:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T08:16:31.388+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all'/><title type='text'>The passing cloud</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SYsX5WQRFGI/AAAAAAAAAgw/vmuCfKimRF8/s1600-h/just+wondering.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299355660525311074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SYsX5WQRFGI/AAAAAAAAAgw/vmuCfKimRF8/s320/just+wondering.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As we travel up in the air, we can see the clouds of different sizes and formations. To me, they are the best landscapes man can ever imagine to exist. They travel with the speed of the wind and are camouflaged by the weather. I have tried looking/starring at certain individual cloud and would you believe it you can visualize certain images you have seen before in you life, be it beautiful or horrible. As they travel, the little clouds join up with the larger ones and changes it size and shapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am try to say in my first paragraph is that' the passing cloud ' which I saw was only temporary. There were times when I saw a beautiful cloud of a beautiful landscape, I would wish that its appearance would remain for a long time, but to my disappointment, either the plane changes its direction in flight or some other clouds meets up and changes the whole scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is just the same. The clouds are above our heads most of the time changing its shape,size or appearance without our knowledge. We are either moody,unhappy or otherwise. We may think very positive or negative, but when the cloud passes over our heads we are unaware of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AWARENESS&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; in our life is important so that we can manage to adjust ourselves to face the situation without fear and doubts. But not all the time my dear ones. I will agree when certain people say it is easy said than done &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why ?&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; .....................&lt;br /&gt;Okay, please allow me to explain. You can think positive , have awareness,ect., but when you are in a situation where you are trapped with your problems and you do not want to involve a third party to share the misfortune, you remain silent hoping the passing cloud will change into a shape of your choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times the changing process is fast, but at times or most of the times they tend to be slow or they change to an undesirable image. You got to be an almost perfect person to accept such fate in a positive manner to travel through the tunnel of human sufferings ...DUKHA.. Most of us complain, accusing others of  the bad luck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are some who will consult spiritually doctors to change their fate. I know of guys who will try their luck gambling.  It is very natural for people to behave in this manner because they will do anything to change their fate.  Some will escape this temporary passing cloud, but most people will resort to anything just to avoid the situation. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This passing cloud will not remain above our heads all the time because they are moving, so we have to be very patient and travel through the tunnel of time silently. Try not to be emotional and accept this KARMA temporary. God Bless You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-825781064893716394?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/825781064893716394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=825781064893716394' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/825781064893716394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/825781064893716394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2009/02/passing-cloud.html' title='The passing cloud'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SYsX5WQRFGI/AAAAAAAAAgw/vmuCfKimRF8/s72-c/just+wondering.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-4428501909770218918</id><published>2009-01-23T09:20:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T09:42:10.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY  HOME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXkfjhMn2DI/AAAAAAAAAf4/8c_KFL3kgG0/s1600-h/IMGA0359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXkfjhMn2DI/AAAAAAAAAf4/8c_KFL3kgG0/s320/IMGA0359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294297532017924146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXkeevxP8aI/AAAAAAAAAfo/1u50D2AW4dU/s1600-h/green+finch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXkeevxP8aI/AAAAAAAAAfo/1u50D2AW4dU/s320/green+finch.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294296350518669730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXkeRYnOW6I/AAAAAAAAAfg/AZp7BnxNaI4/s1600-h/g.f.4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXkeRYnOW6I/AAAAAAAAAfg/AZp7BnxNaI4/s320/g.f.4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294296120964307874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXkeEvhWBgI/AAAAAAAAAfY/IWBHGL0_ss4/s1600-h/IMGA0364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXkeEvhWBgI/AAAAAAAAAfY/IWBHGL0_ss4/s320/IMGA0364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294295903775360514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXkd3O6Ro3I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/f8-6a9FL3LA/s1600-h/IMGA0430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXkd3O6Ro3I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/f8-6a9FL3LA/s320/IMGA0430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294295671683261298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXkdlYwKXJI/AAAAAAAAAfI/7uS0W-PS13Q/s1600-h/IMGA0396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXkdlYwKXJI/AAAAAAAAAfI/7uS0W-PS13Q/s320/IMGA0396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294295365087550610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXkdYAa2-yI/AAAAAAAAAfA/eflG7nDhCJI/s1600-h/IMGA0434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXkdYAa2-yI/AAAAAAAAAfA/eflG7nDhCJI/s320/IMGA0434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294295135217449762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXkdKv5pbTI/AAAAAAAAAe4/-k5cpwdYWa8/s1600-h/IMGA0425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXkdKv5pbTI/AAAAAAAAAe4/-k5cpwdYWa8/s320/IMGA0425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294294907444882738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXkc9FbH0xI/AAAAAAAAAew/cayLQBgFWH0/s1600-h/IMGA0436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXkc9FbH0xI/AAAAAAAAAew/cayLQBgFWH0/s320/IMGA0436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294294672704262930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXkbuyNHlpI/AAAAAAAAAeg/XnxC_XH1A2U/s1600-h/IMGA0428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXkbuyNHlpI/AAAAAAAAAeg/XnxC_XH1A2U/s320/IMGA0428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294293327515457170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the house where I live with Pat at Bertam&lt;br /&gt;Kepala Batas, Penang,Malaysia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-4428501909770218918?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/4428501909770218918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=4428501909770218918' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/4428501909770218918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/4428501909770218918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-home.html' title='MY  HOME'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXkfjhMn2DI/AAAAAAAAAf4/8c_KFL3kgG0/s72-c/IMGA0359.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-550633491462441158</id><published>2009-01-22T18:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T18:47:03.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOMENTS OF SADNESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXhOUj6yAeI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Z18UH7GTMdc/s1600-h/Hi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294067477120156130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXhOUj6yAeI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Z18UH7GTMdc/s320/Hi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I will love you where ever you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXhN4A7vTSI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Um42X9mb_nQ/s1600-h/Be+a+good+girl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294066986692594978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXhN4A7vTSI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Um42X9mb_nQ/s320/Be+a+good+girl.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Be a good girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXhNRVn8FhI/AAAAAAAAAds/878aa8m-BOs/s1600-h/Farewell.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294066322231793170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXhNRVn8FhI/AAAAAAAAAds/878aa8m-BOs/s320/Farewell.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Patsy's family bidding farewell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXhM4MgrQ-I/AAAAAAAAAdk/0SHdCTSGOqY/s1600-h/I%27m+leaving.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294065890288681954" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXhM4MgrQ-I/AAAAAAAAAdk/0SHdCTSGOqY/s320/I%27m+leaving.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Patsy waving goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXhMfkKCvjI/AAAAAAAAAdc/XxLbux4RXKE/s1600-h/Farewell+picture.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294065467139472946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXhMfkKCvjI/AAAAAAAAAdc/XxLbux4RXKE/s320/Farewell+picture.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rebecca,Mom,Angeline and me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXhLv3REhFI/AAAAAAAAAdU/9wkbTNuSc5Q/s1600-h/Dont+cry+mummy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294064647635502162" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXhLv3REhFI/AAAAAAAAAdU/9wkbTNuSc5Q/s320/Dont+cry+mummy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Josephine is sad because her mother is leaving for Switzerland to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-550633491462441158?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/550633491462441158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=550633491462441158' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/550633491462441158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/550633491462441158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2009/01/moments-of-sadness.html' title='MOMENTS OF SADNESS'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXhOUj6yAeI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Z18UH7GTMdc/s72-c/Hi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-1871075740015279147</id><published>2009-01-22T17:36:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T18:30:23.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXhKNzaTH7I/AAAAAAAAAdM/VV1UeOLb_No/s1600-h/just+for+you.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294062962973286322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXhKNzaTH7I/AAAAAAAAAdM/VV1UeOLb_No/s320/just+for+you.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Please smile for the camera, darling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXhJy5WC8uI/AAAAAAAAAdE/yF1iY7i7Q_Y/s1600-h/my+angeline.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294062500709593826" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXhJy5WC8uI/AAAAAAAAAdE/yF1iY7i7Q_Y/s320/my+angeline.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love you too, Angeline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXhJKo9gBDI/AAAAAAAAAc8/awMqtcXXuac/s1600-h/At+last+we+made+it.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294061809116906546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXhJKo9gBDI/AAAAAAAAAc8/awMqtcXXuac/s320/At+last+we+made+it.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks for saying " YES " baby....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXhIs8VuYfI/AAAAAAAAAc0/TjKb7WNuiFU/s1600-h/We+r+married.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294061298922709490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXhIs8VuYfI/AAAAAAAAAc0/TjKb7WNuiFU/s320/We+r+married.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At last we are married, says Angeline Stanley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXhAnuQZI1I/AAAAAAAAAcs/jWVwPmJQlcM/s1600-h/blow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294052413149881170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXhAnuQZI1I/AAAAAAAAAcs/jWVwPmJQlcM/s320/blow.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What is your wish ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXg_LXXw_sI/AAAAAAAAAck/gjvlTCEYPhY/s1600-h/Pat+cutting+the+bday+cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294050826458824386" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXg_LXXw_sI/AAAAAAAAAck/gjvlTCEYPhY/s320/Pat+cutting+the+bday+cake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I hope your wish will come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXg-ztgjykI/AAAAAAAAAcc/uDHwdsl8FtM/s1600-h/Age+42.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294050420084427330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXg-ztgjykI/AAAAAAAAAcc/uDHwdsl8FtM/s320/Age+42.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Still strong at the age of 42&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-1871075740015279147?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/1871075740015279147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=1871075740015279147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/1871075740015279147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/1871075740015279147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2009/01/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXhKNzaTH7I/AAAAAAAAAdM/VV1UeOLb_No/s72-c/just+for+you.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-8000063759440066520</id><published>2009-01-22T17:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T17:36:03.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOMENTS OF JOY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXg8_bPnvYI/AAAAAAAAAcU/IT261oYpPXc/s1600-h/My+girl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294048422316719490" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXg8_bPnvYI/AAAAAAAAAcU/IT261oYpPXc/s320/My+girl.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I met Patsy in 1963 . It was love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXg8koSFv3I/AAAAAAAAAcM/CAePPWMQ5Fw/s1600-h/Patsy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294047961960267634" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXg8koSFv3I/AAAAAAAAAcM/CAePPWMQ5Fw/s320/Patsy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I proposed &amp;amp; she agreed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXg8CkdhEoI/AAAAAAAAAcE/fTmUIlf0s4w/s1600-h/my+marriage.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294047376818901634" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXg8CkdhEoI/AAAAAAAAAcE/fTmUIlf0s4w/s320/my+marriage.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I tied the knot with Patsy in the year 1965.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-8000063759440066520?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/8000063759440066520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=8000063759440066520' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/8000063759440066520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/8000063759440066520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2009/01/moments-of-joy.html' title='MOMENTS OF JOY'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SXg8_bPnvYI/AAAAAAAAAcU/IT261oYpPXc/s72-c/My+girl.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-6326004596768066096</id><published>2009-01-13T14:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T16:07:28.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FEAR</title><content type='html'>Fear is derived from the five senses we carry along right from birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Sight 2. smell 3. touch 4. hearing &amp;amp; tasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear enters our minds immediately on receiving any of the 5 senses. It is a reflex action. We will do all sorts of negative things when the fear enters our mind. Most common is to lie. Most people defend their morality by a simple white lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow fear forces people to go against their principles and values, just because to safeguard their possessions and most of all their morality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other kind of fears includes danger ( harm ) disappointments,shame &amp;amp; distastefulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the ways to have less fear, I believe is to practice the following :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Awareness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is awareness ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awareness is to be aware of the situation. We should be able to assess the situation we are in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Practice the 5 precepts that is as follows :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( 1) Try your best not to kill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) Do your best not to take anything which does belong to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) Avoid the lust or greed when you see ,hear,touch,taste &amp;amp; smell something that does not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;belong to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) Telling a ' white lie ' will lead you to many disasters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) Consuming, inhaling anything which will make you bold allowing you to misbehave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If you can practice the above precepts as best as you can, you do not have to fear. Be more&lt;br /&gt;outspoken and frank. Say no if you cannot do and you do not have to oblige anyone for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the favours they have done for you. Life must be as simple as it is. Let people you associate&lt;br /&gt;with know who you are. You do not have to be egoistic. With these little qualities, fear will FEAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you. You will live a fearless life with lots of love &amp;amp; joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Some people fear things they do not see, hear,smell,touch &amp;amp; taste. They fear the ghosts, the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supernatural and even people who have just died waiting to be buried. WHY ???????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must learn that everything has a beginning and an ending. Whatever we eat are being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;digested and turned into waste. The man is dead and his material body does not function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no way he can harm you. If you can believe in a God, then you must accept that this is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a process in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. People import FEAR into their life because they are ignorant. They believe stories ( tales )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told to them either by their elders or their friends. We must make use of our SENSES to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;understand what is right and what is wrong instead of BELIEVING whatever is fed to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How nice to live without fear. I know you can do it. It takes a lot of time and sacrifice. If I can practice why not YOU.  Make use of your WISDOM.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-6326004596768066096?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/6326004596768066096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=6326004596768066096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/6326004596768066096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/6326004596768066096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2009/01/fear.html' title='FEAR'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-2355206475934759969</id><published>2009-01-10T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T23:27:35.388+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My friends'/><title type='text'>Attachments In Our Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;a monkey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SWixfs4-dqI/AAAAAAAAAZw/0gSwS4MbR_0/s1600-h/Buttercups.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289672920530843298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SWixfs4-dqI/AAAAAAAAAZw/0gSwS4MbR_0/s320/Buttercups.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;cup clinging to a tree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we enter into this material world, we are somehow another attached. Attached in the sense that we have to cling on to someone or something so as to be more secured. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all when babies are born, they come into this world attached. After being detached, they still cling on to their mother . The mother secures the child by giving the child warmth, food, love &amp;amp; care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the child grows up, the parents groom the child by showing the proper way to lead a good and healthy life. From then on, the grown up child decides the way of life he or she wants to live. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the second stage of detachment from the mother &amp;amp; child. If the parents are lucky, the child will try to attach the parents so as to repay the love &amp;amp; affection given to them when they were young The third and last detachment comes when the parents leave this material world. So, it is a cycle in life everyone has to go through. We cannot escape the process in life. If we are the lucky ones, then everything will go as planned. But it seldom happens. The child usually changes our fate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have to be a parent to know what &amp;amp; how a parent feels about their child. No love can compare the LOVE of a parent towards their child. But what to do, every action, attachments or detachments in life is temporary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we are young, we would not be able to understand what I mean. But when we grow older &amp;amp; wiser, we will know the facts of life. If we have taken the right path in life, we can enjoy the happiness of life, but if we chose the opposite, we got to blame ourselves. Life is short, so make good use of life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;IF YOU GIVE, YOU GET. NOTHING IS FREE. EARN IT. GOD BLESS YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-2355206475934759969?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/2355206475934759969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=2355206475934759969' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/2355206475934759969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/2355206475934759969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2009/01/attachments-in-our-life.html' title='Attachments In Our Life'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SWixfs4-dqI/AAAAAAAAAZw/0gSwS4MbR_0/s72-c/Buttercups.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-2157202464332931745</id><published>2008-12-28T21:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T18:41:14.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SVeAek1TsKI/AAAAAAAAASU/de7anoLF2bY/s1600-h/IMG_2424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SVeAek1TsKI/AAAAAAAAASU/de7anoLF2bY/s320/IMG_2424.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284833950514262178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-2157202464332931745?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/2157202464332931745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=2157202464332931745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/2157202464332931745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/2157202464332931745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='Happy moments'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SVeAek1TsKI/AAAAAAAAASU/de7anoLF2bY/s72-c/IMG_2424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-2726066116017042858</id><published>2008-12-26T21:47:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:01:44.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Health is wealth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SV4pLC07eAI/AAAAAAAAAZo/R-k9tq5Uu6U/s1600-h/Stanley+Tee+Shot+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286708282293712898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SV4pLC07eAI/AAAAAAAAAZo/R-k9tq5Uu6U/s320/Stanley+Tee+Shot+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SV4pK2CjamI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XR0vXyy2olE/s1600-h/Stanley+Tee+Shot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286708278861195874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SV4pK2CjamI/AAAAAAAAAZg/XR0vXyy2olE/s320/Stanley+Tee+Shot.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a common and interesting topic to talk about. Some will say " &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;No money no talk&lt;/span&gt; ". How can you compare money and health. Money or wealth as it goes is a must in life. Money is survival,fame and power ect.,ect... Health is when you grow old lah ! Make as much money as you can when you are young and at the same time enjoy yourself. When you grow old you wont be able to &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ENJOY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These were the words I said to my friends when I was young. We never got sick playing football in the rain. The old folks are trying to bluff us by saying not to eat this or that, not to smoke or drink, or even not to sleep late nights. My friends and I were very rebellious and always did the opposite to show our braveness to the other kids. We wanted to be adults, though we were kids, to be superior in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we grew up, we became very egoistic, and never cared about our health. We separated after leaving school and went to seek our fortune. I managed to get a job with the government and continued to lead my life the way I started when I was young. I was so healthy and my ambition is to have a lot of money so that I could enjoy myself. I even could perform certain tricks like inhaling smoke and storing the smoke in my lungs for a few minutes. My FRIENDS used to admire the way I consume liquor and the 3 packets x 20 pieces of cigarettes a day. I ate almost anything, wild animals, insects, reptiles or anything edible. See how great I was. Nothing happened to me. I am as fit as a fiddle. My family had no choice but to follow my way of life. Of course they did not smoke nor drink any hard liquor, but they tried eating whatever was laid on the dinning table. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As years passed, every minute of my life was fun and pleasure,and my dearest partner in life started to enjoy smoking and we lived happily ever after... until the unfortunate day came for me. I was playing golf at a Deepavali Golf Tournament at a golf club at Kuala Kubu Baru, Selangor, Malaysia. When I arrived at the 7th Hole Tee box, which is a Par 3, I felt dizzy and I was suffocating . My flight mates thought I was tired and told me to rest. .the whole world was spinning and as I panicked the situation became worse. I managed to crawl back to the club house. I could not speak and I allowed myself to rest on a bench. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I laid on the bench for a while and later decided to have a good hot shower, hoping that everything will be alright soon. After the shower I managed to go to the lounge to have lunch with the other golfers. While trying to put some food into my mouth, I saw a short and stout golfer looking at me. He later approached me and enquired about my situation. I told him I was dizzy and very uncomfortable. He requested me to follow him in a car. Before I could know what is happening, we arrived at a government hospital. He introduced himself as a doctor and admitted me at the hospital. Atfter the tests by the staff of the hospital, they told me I had a mild heart attack. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" HEART ATTACK ?????? &lt;/span&gt;" Oh my God ! did I hear it right ? I kept on asking again and again, and it was heart attack ...Why heart attack ? I used to hear about this heart attack before.... but it was for the sick and unfortunate people. Why me ? I am strong and I play golf very often....I have a lot of friends, I this and I that...and what the hell is happening..&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To tell you the truth it is a very long long story. Later I had many other problems like piles, prostate enlargement and so on. I had to under go operations and now I carry a box of ( peanuts ) medicine wherever I go. Lucky for me, the mental strength in me is so strong, I now live a happy ending life , of course not forgetting my peanuts. My family and a few friends love me . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Money &amp;amp; fame is not everything my dear friends. It is good health. We should have a proper diet and abstain from hard liquor, cigarettes or anything which we consume is harmful to our health. Sufficient sleep is a good medicine for us and please......do not be an egoistic person like me... showing off my skill. Once again my dear friends , &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;HEALTH&lt;/span&gt; is above everything in this material &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;LIFE&lt;/span&gt;... so value life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-2726066116017042858?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/2726066116017042858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=2726066116017042858' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/2726066116017042858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/2726066116017042858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2008/12/health-is-wealth.html' title='Health is wealth'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SV4pLC07eAI/AAAAAAAAAZo/R-k9tq5Uu6U/s72-c/Stanley+Tee+Shot+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-7844275382672022931</id><published>2008-12-26T06:08:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T07:59:04.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Early Bird Catches The Worm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SVQeO78LGiI/AAAAAAAAARs/rUXgIvp1veA/s1600-h/Just+Arrived+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SVQeO78LGiI/AAAAAAAAARs/rUXgIvp1veA/s400/Just+Arrived+062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283881504769514018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I presume most of us know what this means. Most birds wake up very early , as early before dawn,in the morning. After stretching themselves, they sing their morning calls to alert their friends to WAKE UP. There are some lazy ones who will just ignore, tug their heads into their feathers and close their eyes although they are awake. There are even some birds who will fly to the perch of the calling bird and create a fight, to show that they are unhappy to hear the morning call. Whatever it is, the early ones will group together and proceed to look for food. They usually go to their regular feeding grounds. They spend some time to select their needs after which, they fly to their perches. (Their food consists of various items including WORMS, grass seeds,insects, soil, ect. The diet depends on the species of the birds.) They then start to groom themselves to look or to be in their best to start their new day. So......If you start your day early, you will have the first choice of the grub. The rest of the stubborn and lazy ones will have to pick the left overs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We humans have he same attitude as the BIRDS , so WAKE UP and start your day well. There are a lot of opportunities out there to grab. DO NOT be late, or you will have to settle with the' left overs.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I speak through experience. When I was GROWING UP, in the process of learning, good or bad, I felt so proud after achieving some success. My egoistic behaviour started to grow in myself. I traded knowledge with my friends and became popular. But little did I know that it was knowledge not wisdom. But you may interrupt and say, " Hey man, you got to have knowledge before you can achieve wisdom." Well, I have to agree with you so to speak, but until today ( after umpteen years which have passed ) I noticed that there are many out there who do not have the wisdom to solve their problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, WISDOM can only be achieved through years of experience in life. Some do achieve wisdom, but most of us, because of our ego, are stubborn and find it impossible to accept the facts of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I retire to bed early and wake up early after 5 or 6 hours of sleep. I then do my normal stretching (exercise ) before I go to the toilet to discharge the waste and clean up ( bathe ). After grooming up, I start my day going for a stroll. I return home for a cup of coffee and open my note book (lap top ). Ideas start to flow freely into my mind, for example, write a new blog,should I do this or should I not do that. I will quickly note the thoughts writing down on a piece of paper before I forget. Later, I will read the thoughts carefully before executing them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I say goodbye, I like to remind you, my dear friends, that if we wake up to start our daily chores early, we may be able to solve problems which were unsolved and spend the rest of the day in satisfaction before we retire to start a new day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Meditation is another way to achieve WISDOM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-7844275382672022931?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/7844275382672022931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=7844275382672022931' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/7844275382672022931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/7844275382672022931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2008/12/early-bird-catches-worm.html' title='The Early Bird Catches The Worm'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SVQeO78LGiI/AAAAAAAAARs/rUXgIvp1veA/s72-c/Just+Arrived+062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-9093762729866211223</id><published>2008-12-24T14:43:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T22:08:49.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is Good &amp; Who is Bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SVMUiYaleBI/AAAAAAAAARk/fROA4RnVDwc/s1600-h/IMG_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SVMUiYaleBI/AAAAAAAAARk/fROA4RnVDwc/s400/IMG_0035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283589368737789970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Santa Claus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SVMUhwC5oOI/AAAAAAAAARc/GJLhfBN0WQA/s1600-h/IMG_0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SVMUhwC5oOI/AAAAAAAAARc/GJLhfBN0WQA/s400/IMG_0046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283589357901029602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SVMUhcPqx3I/AAAAAAAAARM/uSl4ZCsxsBo/s1600-h/IMG_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SVMUhcPqx3I/AAAAAAAAARM/uSl4ZCsxsBo/s400/IMG_0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283589352585873266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SVMUhBwBVCI/AAAAAAAAARE/9d3XpfSPYC4/s1600-h/IMG_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SVMUhBwBVCI/AAAAAAAAARE/9d3XpfSPYC4/s400/IMG_0023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283589345473811490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well do you have the answer ? I have lived on this planet earth for the past 65 years,and I am not sure what the answer is. Might be you know the answer, but how many of &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SVMUhqepTOI/AAAAAAAAARU/Blwg5XU-rK0/s1600-h/IMG_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SVMUhqepTOI/AAAAAAAAARU/Blwg5XU-rK0/s400/IMG_0025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283589356406787298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you will or will not agree with you. To be fair with you all, any answer you come out with, is the right answer.&lt;br /&gt;The reasons for arguments, quarrels or even wars is mainly because of who is right and who is wrong. Many people with many opinions make a bowl of mixed fruit salad. Definitely it taste good because it is mixed..mixed ideas. But be care full to mix the right fruits or else it will come out with a funny taste as well as with an unpleasant smell. Even&lt;a href="http://birds/"&gt; birds &lt;/a&gt;of the same feathers quarrel and even kill each others. The reasons may be ...leadership.territorial areas or even jealousy. They say only animals have in stints, but I dare to argue that even humans have the animal in stint in them.&lt;br /&gt;You may be wondering why I choose this topic today to share my thoughts and opinions with you. Most people will not care a damm about this topic because they do not care to bother who is right or who is wrong. As long as they are right, they feel comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;Take for example, people of different races, colours, looks and odour. People from all countries, from north to south, east to west. People of different ethics and religions. Who are good and who are bad ? The whites may consider the other colours as inferior. The darker people may say that the fairer ones should not be trusted.&lt;br /&gt;He preaches that his religion is the true religion and others are false. Today there are many races 'mixing' together and forming a new race. Be it Eurasians or Anglo Indians,or any other mixed races you know of. The question to answer today is....who is right or who is wrong...Well, to me I believe, nobody is bad or evil. Ha! ha! I know you will not agree with me. We people look at 'things' at different angles. We have our religions, races &amp;amp; culture to consider. We are brought up in this world with different environment,climate or even population. It is very subjective to come out with an answer. Is it really necessary for us to know who is right or who is wrong to live in this world peacefully ?&lt;br /&gt;Most people, however educated they are, follow what they are taught from their elders,guardians,parents and religious teachers the way to follow the five senses, to live a life of their (elders ect.) choices. If you do not follow, you are branded as out caste and may be driven out of their fold. Please be kind to others and yourselves too. Allow them to make their own decisions. How right can you be to say that they are wrong ? That is why until today I say I am not sure. I allow my children to make their own decisions when they 'grow' up. Until and unless they come to me for my comment, I will not, I repeat, I will not interfere in their affairs. Will you do the same ? Ha!ha!ha! It is only an opinion to share. Thank you. " MERRY CHRISTMAS &amp;amp; A HAPPY NEW YEAR.' GOD BLESS YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-9093762729866211223?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/9093762729866211223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=9093762729866211223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/9093762729866211223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/9093762729866211223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2008/12/who-is-good-who-is-bad.html' title='Who is Good &amp; Who is Bad'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SVMUiYaleBI/AAAAAAAAARk/fROA4RnVDwc/s72-c/IMG_0035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-3450152474601617667</id><published>2008-12-19T13:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T18:29:21.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you are down and out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUtzzGyKP0I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/tNsqJ21acxk/s1600-h/IMG_0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUtzzGyKP0I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/tNsqJ21acxk/s400/IMG_0249.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281442309853560642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of this story means that when a person is 'down', simply helpless, anything he or she does do not seem to be right. What I am trying to tell you is hopelessly, miserably down. That is my definition of ' down'. Down to the ground. Down to earth. No money, no friends, no nothing, just yourself. Have you been in such a situation ? NO of course. Very few people encounter such a rare state of mind until he can say 'down &amp; out'. &lt;br /&gt;Well, the story goes like this. Once upon a time, that was in the year 1984 ( 24 years ago ) I was promoted and was posted to Port Klang,Selangor, Malaysia. I had to leave my family ( wife &amp; 4 kids ) behind in Penang. My reason to leave my family behind was because the kids were then schooling. &lt;br /&gt;After spending the Chinese New Year with the family, I left for Port Klang to begin work at a new and strange place. For your information &amp; guide, my friends, this is how the episode begins. Saying goodbye &amp; take care, was the saddest thing I could ever say to my family. Although I put on a smile while leaving the house, there were tears in my eyes all the way to Port Klang. &lt;br /&gt;I had a cousin brother ,who lives at Shah Alam ( near to P.Klang ),who promised me that he would let me stay at his house temporary until I was provided a house by my employer. On arrival at his place, he greeted me well and I settled down. I stayed there for a couple of months very comfortably, until one day he told me that I have to leave. I begged him to give me a couple of days to enquire from friends &amp; colleagues to find a place to squat before I get my house from my employer. &lt;br /&gt;A colleague of mine by the name of Dass, told me that a relative of his has a house nearby and is willing to let me stay for a monthly rental fee of RM 60.00. You could see the joy in my face, and thanking him for the seventeenth time, I agreed to pay that amount. I had no cash at that moment, but Mr. Dass kindly remarked, " you don't have to worry about the payment yet. I will take you there this evening ( after work )". I was so excited and was looking at my watch every 10 minutes. Though the time passed very slowly, the good old clock struck 4.30 pm and I was ready to go to my new temporary HOME. &lt;br /&gt;Squeezing through the heavy traffic, we managed to reach my new home in 30 minutes. I alighted from my car, a Beatle VW , and went straight to the rusty iron gate. I had a hard time opening the gate &amp; my friend Dass helped to force it open. Well, thinking that the gate was rusty, I just ignored. We reached the main door which was guarded by an iron grill. There was a lock at the grill and Mr. Dass unlocked the iron grill with the key. I then used both my hands to open the iron grill but it refused to open. " Hey ! what is happening ?" I enquired. First the iron gate refuse to open and now the grill seems to be stubborn too. With the help of Dass, I used my legs to open the grill. After some effort the grill reluctantly opened. One more step to go. The wooden door. Mr.Dass told me to move aside and he opened it with little effort. Mmm...( thinking ) very strange... something is not right. I looked at my watch and it was around 6 pm. Dont tell me it took us about an hour just to enter ' my house '.........I am sorry I have to pause now, because I am having a strange feeling. My body temperature is getting warmer and the hairs on my hands and body seems to be standing on their ends. I will continue after a short break. Bye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for staying with me. I had a sip of cool thick black coffee. I am back to myself now and wish to continue this unforgettable episode in my life. When the wooden door was ajar, I could smell sourish stale air running through my nostrils. I looked around and was satisfied to note that the house was fully furnished and everything was in order. Mr. Dass excused himself saying that he has to rush home. I thanked him, this time not seventeen times, and the wooden door slammed behind him. The house had 3 large rooms, a large dinning hall, a moderate place for guests and a large bathroom. I chose the last room as it was situated near the bathroom. I placed my suitcase on the floor and hung my uniform on a hanger. The three Mandarin oranges which I brought from Penang was put into the fridge . &lt;br /&gt;Since everything has been settled, I decided to take a bath. After undressing, I entered the bathroom which had a big bath tub containing full of water. I closed the door and to my surprise I saw a big black brassiere. Though I love to look at bras, I was not amused to find it hanging behind the door. Thinking that the owner must have forgotten, I proceeded to take my bath. To my amazement, the water was freezing cold and I hurriedly poured the water on my body. As the water was terribly cold,I decided to skip the soap. I dried myself with the towel and as I was about to leave the bathroom, I noticed a dozen or more plastic bangles of various colours beside the bath tub. Being so disgusted by the incident, I walked away to my room to get some clean cloths to wear. As I entered the room, I felt an unwelcome feeling. The room was warm and humid...I quickly took the garments and walked away to the dinning area. I went to the fridge to see whether the oranges were chilled or not. To my surprise again, there were only 2 oranges left. Still not amused, I looked out from the window,which was opened, I saw peeled orange skins on the floor. Thinking that the owner must have been here while I was having my bath, I consoled myself and decided to pen a few words to my wife,Pat. I wanted to tell her that I was lucky to rent a fully furnished house for RM 60 only. &lt;br /&gt;Just for your information...believe it or not, my computer has been going off just like that... first I thought I must have pressed the wrong key or something...but not seven times. I just cannot think about that. Whatever it is I must finish this story...You must think that I am trying to confuse you, but on my mother's grave, I swear I am telling you the truth. Sigh..Mmmm... I must be strong. &lt;br /&gt;As I was writing the letter, the door at my room started to sway to and fro squeaking continuously. Thinking that the wind was doing the trick, I went to the door and closed it tightly. It again opened and started doing the same. Looking confused, I told myself, there is some supernatural being in this house. The air was hot and humid as if coming from the oven, and I was sweating from head to toe. I felt hard to breathe. Then came the noise from the roof. It was so loud as if there was a cat running on the roof. I told myself not to fear and hope the noise was made by the cat. No it was not. I was cheating myself just to make myself brave. I looked at my watch and it showed 10pm. It could not have been because I was here just an hour ago. Oh my God, What am I going to do ? Where am I to go ? I just could not cry. Though there was fear in my mind, I had no choice but to remain calm and think of something. Something that can stop the sounds and clearing the feel of fear. &lt;br /&gt;An idea came suddenly...Be brave Stanley.. I say be brave.... I shouted.. Be brave Stanley...After I shouted once, I felt a bit braver.. Though I was not brave, I had to be brave. I kept on shouting at the top of my voice and to be honest, I became brave. I called out whoever it is to come out and show yourself... come on show yourself.... Coward.coward. come on show yourself. The noise at the roof stopped and everything was calm. What a sigh ! I could breathe again.. The air was not so humid. &lt;br /&gt;I went to the guest area and sat on the sofa. I tried to relax by closing my eyes, but I just could not do so. I opened my eyes and started to look around. On top of the wall in front of me, there was the picture of The Last Supper. When I was looking closely at the picture, I saw the figures moving as if it was life. I closed my eyes and opened again to see if it was real. Yes. It was real. FEAR started running down my veins and I told myself. Better start running or else DIE. I hurriedly collected my cloths from the room and made an exit. Believe it or not, the doors opened happily for me to leave. I drove straight to Dass house, but then it was 2am in the morning. Wow! time really flies. I parked my car at the roadside and adjusted my driver seat to a sliding position so that I can sleep. After making myself comfortable, I closed my eyes. Guess what I saw ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Indian lady dressed in blue sari holding an urn coming out of the room of the haunted house, I call it my temporary home. Later in the day, when I told Dass about the whole affair I had with that nice lady, he told me she passed away 3 months ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come again, dear friends, that is what I mean DOWN &amp; OUT. I was really down and at the same time OUT. Thanks for being with me and I hope you will never encounter such happenings. Bye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-3450152474601617667?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/3450152474601617667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=3450152474601617667' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/3450152474601617667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/3450152474601617667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-you-are-down-and-out.html' title='When you are down and out'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUtzzGyKP0I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/tNsqJ21acxk/s72-c/IMG_0249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-5156674941344599332</id><published>2008-12-17T09:04:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T10:07:33.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The loving four</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUibv5nQR1I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/BSNVUf_urXE/s1600-h/RIMG0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUibv5nQR1I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/BSNVUf_urXE/s400/RIMG0011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280641810313529170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUibm_tpJII/AAAAAAAAAQs/M-sxS07Hvzg/s1600-h/RIMG0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUibm_tpJII/AAAAAAAAAQs/M-sxS07Hvzg/s400/RIMG0023.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280641657332114562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUiR2qwDCuI/AAAAAAAAAPs/B-Y2lIJletQ/s1600-h/my+dog+shaggy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUiR2qwDCuI/AAAAAAAAAPs/B-Y2lIJletQ/s400/my+dog+shaggy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280630931466685154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUiR2QP344I/AAAAAAAAAPk/gsPIoCZy7Cc/s1600-h/Sasha.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUiR2QP344I/AAAAAAAAAPk/gsPIoCZy7Cc/s400/Sasha.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280630924352414594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUiR1sktJTI/AAAAAAAAAPc/GrI8z62X4Eo/s1600-h/12092008181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUiR1sktJTI/AAAAAAAAAPc/GrI8z62X4Eo/s400/12092008181.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280630914776114482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUhZcZMAlMI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fa3sX9BNGR0/s1600-h/IMGA0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUhZcZMAlMI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fa3sX9BNGR0/s400/IMGA0225.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280568907424371906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUhZcDOcWPI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Kn9zqNFGGek/s1600-h/RIMG0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUhZcDOcWPI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Kn9zqNFGGek/s400/RIMG0017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280568901529000178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUhZbz3l9-I/AAAAAAAAAPE/x0w_QkXKF5I/s1600-h/Su+sisters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUhZbz3l9-I/AAAAAAAAAPE/x0w_QkXKF5I/s400/Su+sisters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280568897406629858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUhYFCbWRxI/AAAAAAAAAO8/QOpnpeyPCqM/s1600-h/The+loving+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUhYFCbWRxI/AAAAAAAAAO8/QOpnpeyPCqM/s400/The+loving+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280567406666073874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes they are the loving four. They are from left Josephine,Chris,Angeline &amp; Rebeca. These are my four loving siblings. Please look at them very closely...you can zoom in if you wish. The broad smile showing their true expressions,feelings and happiness. &lt;br /&gt;Josephine is a housewife with two teen aged daughters, Steffi &amp; Sofia. Her hubby is James Su, a general manager at a local firm. Chris is a graduate from UITM,a local university. He is single and has a mapping company of his own. Look at him closely and he looks like me when I was young. Chip of the old block. Well as for Angeline, she is married to Wolfgang an expatriate from Germany. They have two daughters, Viola &amp; Laura. And last but not least is Rebecca. She is also single and works with an American firm. &lt;br /&gt;Josephine and Angeline has the same interest &amp; profession..Bakers.. baking cakes... of all sorts. If you are keen about cakes, please refer to..Jo's Pastry Delight.blogspot.com &amp; &lt;a href="http://heavenly-cakes.blogspot.com"&gt;Angeline's Heavenly Cake Creations.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;We in the family keep our close ties as firmly as possible. I believe as the sayings goes " blood is thicker than water." There are times when the situation gets out of hand, which is common in families or among friends, we have to carefully address the problem by throwing every bit of our ego in ourselves. There should not be any questions of who is wrong or who is right. If we do not repair the damage instantly, we will find it hard to erase the misunderstandings. Outdated spare parts would be out of stock and as we all know once rice turns to broth, hatred cannot turn into love. &lt;br /&gt;I speak so because I have had many experiences like this in my life. Once hatred is built in our hearts, the fire will not extinguish unless or until we, as I go again, throw our ego into the junk. Then only we will be relieved of the sufferings which was due to a slip of tongue. We, which includes our family &amp; friends, will loose all the happiness given by the Almighty if we are stubborn, but will gain if we say bygones be bygones and reconstruct a new but better bond between ourselves &amp; our families. &lt;br /&gt;Nothing is impossible to do in life if we want to do which is right, so why not do it and earn the blessings not only from the Almighty, but from our family &amp; friends alike. Our kids or even our next generation will benefit from our good deeds and action. EGO is a disease inherited by birth. It causes us pain &amp; misery without our knowledge. If we ever come to such a realization, it may be too late, but whatsoever, it is better late than never. &lt;br /&gt;The late entries are Shaggy Su &amp; Sasha Stanley, Wolfgang &amp; us as in the pictures shown. Once again thank you for reading my blog &amp; wish you all out there, wherever you are a "MERRY CHRISTMAS &amp; A HAPPY NEW YEAR ".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-5156674941344599332?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/5156674941344599332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=5156674941344599332' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/5156674941344599332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/5156674941344599332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2008/12/loving-four.html' title='The loving four'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUibv5nQR1I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/BSNVUf_urXE/s72-c/RIMG0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-7812698332577885111</id><published>2008-12-17T00:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T02:25:28.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love &amp; Fantasies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUfyWZflwnI/AAAAAAAAAOc/bBCz3BhI41A/s1600-h/IMG_0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUfyWZflwnI/AAAAAAAAAOc/bBCz3BhI41A/s400/IMG_0195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280455554729624178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Wow... Sounds so romantic..I think most of us would like to live our lives in a world full of love &amp; fantasies. I am the one for sure. Just bringing all our love &amp; fantasies in a boat and sail out to the ocean, not looking back to this world of sufferings &amp; unhappiness. Far away from fear, worries, hatred ect., we can travell to the destination of our choice. How nice eh ? Is it the end of the old world and the begining of the new new world ? &lt;br /&gt;     To me, I am not very sure. Running away from the present to the future with a basket full of love &amp; fantasies into the wide ocean ? Are we sure, the basket of love &amp; fantasies we carry will give us the happiness and love we dream ? I am still not sure. What do you think ? Is it a good idea ? Will it have a good ending ? Very subjective eh ? &lt;br /&gt;     I think, if we leave behind the basket of love &amp; fantasies and venture out wherever we wish, we may I suppose, find the peace and happiness we hope for. Why ??? ,,, Attachment.. Why not, can we not have attachments in our lives ? Most of us are attached to something in our lives. Our families, personal belongings, love &amp; fantasies, ect.... Well, these are part and parcel of our lives. How can we live without it ? That is why I said I am not sure.. I have done a lot of thinking in my 65 years on this planet world, and I am still looking for an answer. That is why I said it is subjective. While in  meditation, a lot of ideas come to my mind...like example, life &amp; death... begining &amp; ending...birth &amp; decay and so on...&lt;br /&gt;     Now let us take the basket of Love &amp; Fantasies. At the begining, we look at the basket as a treasure, and will protect it with our lives. But somehow, one day, the contents of the basket betrays our feeling by doing the negative. Our lives become miserable and we encounter more problems. By the attachments, we are commited to spend the rest of our lives in sorrow and pain. But for the fortunate ones ( the minority ) they enjoy the rest of their material lives in happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-7812698332577885111?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/7812698332577885111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=7812698332577885111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/7812698332577885111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/7812698332577885111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-fantasies.html' title='Love &amp; Fantasies'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUfyWZflwnI/AAAAAAAAAOc/bBCz3BhI41A/s72-c/IMG_0195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-5657558472638312911</id><published>2008-12-15T15:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T23:06:18.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Naa-Ruk Klinchan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUYUv_lCK9I/AAAAAAAAAOU/Wf3SpfFmbqI/s1600-h/Pompoo+(8).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUYUv_lCK9I/AAAAAAAAAOU/Wf3SpfFmbqI/s400/Pompoo+(8).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279930427891657682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUYUvtwkV9I/AAAAAAAAAOM/9RGGbV7_1M0/s1600-h/Pompoo+(7).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUYUvtwkV9I/AAAAAAAAAOM/9RGGbV7_1M0/s400/Pompoo+(7).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279930423108196306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Naa-Ruk in a pet shop. There were many toy dogs in cages for sale. I just fell in love with her on the first sight. She was in a single cage looking very shy and sad. I went up to her and greeted, Hi!. She looked at me and greeted me with that sad look. She is about one foot in length, eight inches in height and light brown in colour. I enquired about her profile from the counter and they told me that, Naa-Ruk was born two months ago. Her father is a poodle and her mother is a pomeranian. &lt;br /&gt;I told Pat, my wife, that I like Naa-Ruk and wanted to keep her as our pet. Pat was not keen as she knew that there were many other dogs with a better pedigree. I was disappointed by her comments and I knew Naa-Ruk is the only one I want. After some persuasions, she agreed to have another look at Naa-Ruk. Naa-Ruk was looking so shy and calm. When Pat said "yes ", I quickly turned my head away to hide the tears of joy. Without hesitating, I ordered the sales girl to give Naa-Ruk a bath. Naa-Ruk was then taken to the 'spa' and she had her shampoo bath. &lt;br /&gt;After some bargaining, you know Pat, we paid RM 280 for Naa-Ruk. I held Naa-Ruk in my arms and kissed her, whispering in her ears, "I love you." I could see wet patches below Naa-Ruk's eyes. Oh my God, Naa-Ruk is happy too. We reached home in a couple of hours after doing some shopping. Naa-Ruk is the new member of our family. Naa-Ruk is a Thai name for lovely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-5657558472638312911?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/5657558472638312911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=5657558472638312911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/5657558472638312911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/5657558472638312911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2008/12/miss-sasha.html' title='Miss Naa-Ruk Klinchan'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUYUv_lCK9I/AAAAAAAAAOU/Wf3SpfFmbqI/s72-c/Pompoo+(8).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-3348500499371393654</id><published>2008-12-12T13:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:11:19.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all'/><title type='text'>Can a person live up to his/her dreams ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUIAefIbeDI/AAAAAAAAANk/XdzED1ZZWgM/s1600-h/20072008093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUIAefIbeDI/AAAAAAAAANk/XdzED1ZZWgM/s400/20072008093.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278782236984571954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people have dreams/ambitions/plans ect. in their lives. But do they achieve them. Some would say, if you have an ambition, you work hard to pursue the cause, you will be successful. What do you think ? By right, that should be the way. It has been proven and we can find most people who are successful have worked very hard for it. To me I do not think that answers the question. I have heard, seen and known people who have done so little, but achieved huge success either financially or academically. Might be I have not reached to that academic level/stage to make such a comment. But as a layman on the streets, I really have come across such people who are so gifted to reach their goals/dreams/ambitions in life. Now the question is how and why ? Honestly speaking, this answer is very subjective. Most people will say it is God that bestowed this gift. What do you say? Some even would say that is his karma. How can he prove it. He may be a believer of Incarnation, but then it is only a believe. Close your eyes for a while,breath in, breath out, open your eyes. Will it by that way of practice give you answers ? &lt;br /&gt;Now it is my turn to answer. Okay. I believe in what I see, not hear,not read but see with my own eyes. The rest is the wisdom I have, a lot or a little does not matter. So long if you think it is right, then it is right. Anyway, please work hard to achieve anything,good or bad. The result will follow later. But one advice I have for you, NOTHING COMES FREE. You got to earn it. God Bless You. " MERRY X'MAS "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-3348500499371393654?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/3348500499371393654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=3348500499371393654' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/3348500499371393654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/3348500499371393654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2008/12/can-person-live-up-to-hisher-dreams.html' title='Can a person live up to his/her dreams ?'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUIAefIbeDI/AAAAAAAAANk/XdzED1ZZWgM/s72-c/20072008093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-261038430936060235</id><published>2008-12-12T06:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T06:43:46.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Golf with my dear friend Mr. Khaw Keng Boon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUGWV1EtxbI/AAAAAAAAAMM/DExHT7GA-7E/s1600-h/putting+for+par+at+hole+8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUGWV1EtxbI/AAAAAAAAAMM/DExHT7GA-7E/s400/putting+for+par+at+hole+8.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278665540023207346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUGWVSCmpEI/AAAAAAAAAME/uc548WA5n2Q/s1600-h/Chipping.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUGWVSCmpEI/AAAAAAAAAME/uc548WA5n2Q/s400/Chipping.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278665530619110466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUGWVItGFFI/AAAAAAAAAL8/JVROLK8ePhY/s1600-h/Chipping+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUGWVItGFFI/AAAAAAAAAL8/JVROLK8ePhY/s400/Chipping+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278665528112976978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUGWUoC42VI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Er06bWyXGoY/s1600-h/Stanley+Tee+Shot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUGWUoC42VI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Er06bWyXGoY/s400/Stanley+Tee+Shot.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278665519346014546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUGWUTAphAI/AAAAAAAAALs/HS6TaRkZ-Is/s1600-h/Stanley+Tee+Shot+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUGWUTAphAI/AAAAAAAAALs/HS6TaRkZ-Is/s400/Stanley+Tee+Shot+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278665513699476482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUGVDdhdk4I/AAAAAAAAALk/G3G_EXm10Vg/s1600-h/Khaw+Tee+Shot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUGVDdhdk4I/AAAAAAAAALk/G3G_EXm10Vg/s400/Khaw+Tee+Shot.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278664124952056706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUGVDLsmzbI/AAAAAAAAALc/aPytKdU-9W8/s1600-h/Tee+Shot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUGVDLsmzbI/AAAAAAAAALc/aPytKdU-9W8/s400/Tee+Shot.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278664120166960562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Khaw and I play golf for exercise at least once a week. We also join other golfers to make a flight. My other close friend is Mr. David Khoo,who is currently in Australia spending his holidays. In the pictures attached, Khaw is seen teeing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-261038430936060235?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/261038430936060235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=261038430936060235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/261038430936060235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/261038430936060235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2008/12/golf-with-my-dear-friend-mr-khaw-keng.html' title='Golf with my dear friend Mr. Khaw Keng Boon'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUGWV1EtxbI/AAAAAAAAAMM/DExHT7GA-7E/s72-c/putting+for+par+at+hole+8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-4867845107605713410</id><published>2008-11-29T08:43:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T10:54:05.892+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all'/><title type='text'>.Life around us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUHuS1qtHfI/AAAAAAAAANc/pNwHq9IPsUo/s1600-h/!cid_E3931016-AA0A-447D-9C3A-BA0B7464699C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUHtnpf3WFI/AAAAAAAAAMU/hjjh3yoKwD4/s400/!cid_1EE6CEA3-BF39-41E9-B4C8-5E1A43D5F00F.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278761503665117266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Country Life &amp; City life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would much prefer to live in the country. The simple reason is that you are less associated to the 'congestion 'in the city. No doubt the movement in all aspects is slow, but then you have less stress &amp; less pollution. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in the country but I do go to the city to visit my children &amp; grandchildren once in two months. I find a lot of difference in the environment, attitude of the people. The people in the city move faster, talk faster, think faster ect. Everything is faster in the city. I prefer life to be moderate or should I say, I prefer to take the ' middle path '. Whereas in the city, everything should be fast. If you are slow you will be left behind. That's the way to survive. Most of the folks in the city are very aware in whatever they do, see, meet people or even eat. They are health conscious, people conscious ect., ect., i.e. why when compared to the folks from the "kampungs", they greet/salute or even welcome you at their homes even if you are a stranger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may think that I am buyers. Just because I am a kampung boy, I speak nonsense. You might be right, because I am not used to live in the city. SORRY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember, when I was a kid, my dreams were to live in a valley with a stream running across my cottage. When I turn my back, I can see little hills and the huge mountains behind the hills. Well, I still have those dreams, but today if you stay in such an area, your cottage may be covered by a landslide. Ha! ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me if you live in a place of your dreams, you are still not "free" from the stress around you. Most people are TRAPPED' in their own surroundings. What I am trying to say is you are being unable to do anything you like which you think you are doing the right thing. Someone,somehow will try to disagree with you. Then you get angry,sad,disappointed,ect., Your life becomes miserable and unmanageable. You are somehow or another trapped in a situation where you are committed for life. This is the " LIFE SENTENCE " most people have to spend the rest of their lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, comes a guy like Stanley Benjamin, who preaches that you can make your life happy by thinking positively, leading a middle path of life bla..bla..bla.,when you have the " black crow " the chinese hokkien call OAR ARE. haunting you. Every time when you think that you are in a good mood, and when you start the day by greeting people, talking in a very low and sexy tone, then comes along an OAR ARE who makes an irritating/uncalled for comment. Your whole day of being a good,sexy person is being destroyed. Yes, Stanley preaches that you got to take a deep breath,throw whats bad &amp; smelly, and keep the good and kind words. Many people would not agree with him, cause they will say its just impossible or " okay, I will give it a try." For me, it is possible, but it takes a long time, might be years to practice such an act. Problems come and go,most of them temporary. It depends on the individual to react when they meet these "Oar Are ".&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-4867845107605713410?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/4867845107605713410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=4867845107605713410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/4867845107605713410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/4867845107605713410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-around-us.html' title='.Life around us.'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SUHuS1qtHfI/AAAAAAAAANc/pNwHq9IPsUo/s72-c/!cid_E3931016-AA0A-447D-9C3A-BA0B7464699C.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-825491120051585950</id><published>2008-11-27T14:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T15:22:24.867+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My friends'/><title type='text'>My Beloved King Bhumibol Adulyadej &amp; I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SS5E50PB2hI/AAAAAAAAAG8/yZTCA6-tRPw/s1600-h/The+King+and+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SS5E50PB2hI/AAAAAAAAAG8/yZTCA6-tRPw/s400/The+King+and+I.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273227973762341394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture of my beloved King of Thailand was taken at a Wat ( thai temple ) at Kuala Kangsar road,Ipoh, Perak, Malaysia in the year 1960. His &amp; Her Highness &amp; Princess Mother visited the temple while touring Malaysia. I was given the honour to carry the umbrella for my beloved King. I managed to have a short conversation while I was beside his highness and I was so thrilled by this very memorial moment. The memory still remains in my heart and will remain till my last breath. I love my King and I wear his picture (amulet) around my neck all the time." GOD BLESS MY KING "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-825491120051585950?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/825491120051585950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=825491120051585950' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/825491120051585950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/825491120051585950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-beloved-king-bhumibol-adulyadej-i.html' title='My Beloved King Bhumibol Adulyadej &amp; I'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SS5E50PB2hI/AAAAAAAAAG8/yZTCA6-tRPw/s72-c/The+King+and+I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-8971132717854045543</id><published>2008-11-24T17:07:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T10:46:25.495+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My friends'/><title type='text'>Bird trappers 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/STKmkcyfMZI/AAAAAAAAAKk/x8gCugf2R8I/s1600-h/IMGA0308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SSpx2krEfUI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Q9egCcNyMdY/s320/IMGA0281.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272151496161787202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SSpxm575E6I/AAAAAAAAAGc/xNxLrIvkw0Y/s1600-h/IMGA0279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SSpxm575E6I/AAAAAAAAAGc/xNxLrIvkw0Y/s320/IMGA0279.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272151226991580066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SSpxaKTLoWI/AAAAAAAAAGU/2LfA6k8QC8w/s1600-h/IMGA0278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SSpxaKTLoWI/AAAAAAAAAGU/2LfA6k8QC8w/s320/IMGA0278.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272151008045932898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SSpxNrumRMI/AAAAAAAAAGM/p_2rhJPEnQg/s1600-h/IMGA0277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SSpxNrumRMI/AAAAAAAAAGM/p_2rhJPEnQg/s320/IMGA0277.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272150793680995522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SSpw-AvyyWI/AAAAAAAAAGE/I3mzfxCzqLM/s1600-h/IMGA0276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SSpw-AvyyWI/AAAAAAAAAGE/I3mzfxCzqLM/s320/IMGA0276.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272150524445247842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SSpwwOdQM-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/vjbW-1zO2kI/s1600-h/IMGA0275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SSpwwOdQM-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/vjbW-1zO2kI/s320/IMGA0275.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272150287607411682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SSpwfsjnqGI/AAAAAAAAAF0/LyrrFLtT7tI/s1600-h/IMGA0274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SSpwfsjnqGI/AAAAAAAAAF0/LyrrFLtT7tI/s320/IMGA0274.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272150003629402210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SSpwQ1h_8uI/AAAAAAAAAFs/LYwwRSw28Mk/s1600-h/IMGA0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SSpwQ1h_8uI/AAAAAAAAAFs/LYwwRSw28Mk/s320/IMGA0273.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272149748340486882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SSpwBt6rZBI/AAAAAAAAAFk/orPa5vJ8Dsg/s1600-h/IMGA0255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SSpwBt6rZBI/AAAAAAAAAFk/orPa5vJ8Dsg/s320/IMGA0255.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272149488598475794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bird trappers preparing &amp; trapping birds ( zebra doves ). Me and my good friends,Ah Thong, Bala &amp; Chain meet up every Sunday for the purpose to trap zebra doves. We leave our homes as early as 3am in my car. We usually go to the state of Perak,Malaysia. Sometimes we even go as far as the state of Selangor,Kedah, Perlis or even Johore. If we go far, we spend about 2 to 3 days before we return home. To be honest, our main purpose to go trapping is to get together once a week, away from all domestic routines, to share ideas, jokes and news. We usually tease each other and enjoy the fun. Most of us are senior citizens, and you should see or hear our jokes. They are of the highest level. Fantastic I should say. I have other friends who follow on such trips. One of them is my very close buddy, Mr. Khaw Kheng Boon. I play golf with Khaw &amp; another friend Mr. David Khoo. As I have mentioned all of us are senior citizens this a good excuse to escape from our homes once a week. Once the birds are caught in the trap, we release them back. The purpose of such action is to make our bird aggressive ( top form ). Sometimes we do keep the forest bird. Some people ask, why trap a bird and then let them off just like that ? Our main purpose, whether you believe it or not, is to bring along our bird to their natural habitat to meet their kind. These zebra doves are territorial type. They protect their territory. One a foreigner comes to their territory, they attack. That is how they are trapped. I have enclosed some pictures for you to see. At the end of the day, we boast obout our catch. Note; We would not dare to consume eggs for breakfast. Our Sifu (Ah Thong says that if we take eggs in the morning, we wont be able to get any birds throughout the days. I tried once and I found out to be true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-8971132717854045543?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/8971132717854045543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=8971132717854045543' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/8971132717854045543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/8971132717854045543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2008/11/bird-trappers.html' title='Bird trappers 2'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/STKmkcyfMZI/AAAAAAAAAKk/x8gCugf2R8I/s72-c/IMGA0308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-1571721620787080518</id><published>2008-11-20T14:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T08:00:18.598+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What a beautiful sc'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Landscapes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SS8yuWnYvDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ADwlon8QEn4/s1600-h/IMGA0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SS8yuWnYvDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ADwlon8QEn4/s400/IMGA0214.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273489460600290354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SS8yV-bn6MI/AAAAAAAAAHU/XYmYyiKAzec/s1600-h/IMGA0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SS8yV-bn6MI/AAAAAAAAAHU/XYmYyiKAzec/s400/IMGA0213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273489041791641794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A koi pond. I like to pass my time either doing meditation or just idle my time to get a complete relaxation of my body, mind and soul. If you really look hard or should I say concentrate at this beautiful scenery, you will be able to feel the calm and peaceful atmosphere around you. At the same time, a lot of good ideas will flow into your mind and who knows,God willing, certain questions/problems which you were unable to answer, should enlighten you and you may come out with some positive answers or ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, if you look deeper at the scene, watching the movements of life with the wind whistling, you will feel a pleasant sensation of peace,love and kindness passing endlessly through your mind. Then, you will say to yourself, Mmm.. I should have said YES just now to the poor guy. Never mind ( consoling yourself ), I will say YES the next time I meet him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-1571721620787080518?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/1571721620787080518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=1571721620787080518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/1571721620787080518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/1571721620787080518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2008/11/beautiful-landscapes.html' title='Beautiful Landscapes'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SS8yuWnYvDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ADwlon8QEn4/s72-c/IMGA0214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-3458849196900172970</id><published>2008-11-20T13:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T14:08:08.123+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My friends'/><title type='text'>Bird traps</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SST8gAKQA-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Eo_f1cXh2OY/s1600-h/IMGA0251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SST8gAKQA-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Eo_f1cXh2OY/s320/IMGA0251.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270615090659328994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SST8OYN1lfI/AAAAAAAAAFU/eNzhDELr0SM/s1600-h/IMGA0253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SST8OYN1lfI/AAAAAAAAAFU/eNzhDELr0SM/s320/IMGA0253.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270614787879179762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SST78xYCxbI/AAAAAAAAAFM/WJnS_o9V75I1600-h/IMGA0251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SST787dlQLI/AAAAAAAAAFE/BARFvh6b0fY/s320/IMGA0251.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270614488102813874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SST7SYJbTKI/AAAAAAAAAE8/HY36PP8-vF4/s1600-h/IMGA0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SST7SYJbTKI/AAAAAAAAAE8/HY36PP8-vF4/s320/IMGA0249.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270613757068528802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These traps are used for trapping Zebra Doves, commonly known as merboks. The traps are called jebaks in Malay. It cost around Rm 150.00 to Rm 500.00.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-3458849196900172970?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/3458849196900172970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=3458849196900172970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/3458849196900172970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/3458849196900172970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2008/11/bird-traps.html' title='Bird traps'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SST8gAKQA-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/Eo_f1cXh2OY/s72-c/IMGA0251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-6487425024584663835</id><published>2008-11-14T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T01:12:15.484+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My friends'/><title type='text'>Birds in an aviary at Bala's house Penang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SRxcbdEa7zI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Z1jWFHHB8-o/s1600-h/IMG_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SRxcbdEa7zI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Z1jWFHHB8-o/s320/IMG_0057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268187290846031666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the birds kept in the aviary were trapped by Bala for many years. He has been trapping birds for as long as 47 years. He has been my good friend ever since we started trapping. We go bird trapping mostly on Sundays. We go as far as Perak,Kedah,and even other states in Malaysia as well. We leave very early in the morning with another two friends and return home late in the evening. Bird trapping is a hobby for us. My other friend, Ah Thong, is also an old timer. He is also known as cherut Tong. He puffs a cigar. Kassim or Chain, is the fourth guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-6487425024584663835?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/6487425024584663835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=6487425024584663835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/6487425024584663835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/6487425024584663835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2008/11/birds-in-aviary-at-balas-house-penang.html' title='Birds in an aviary at Bala&apos;s house Penang'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SRxcbdEa7zI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Z1jWFHHB8-o/s72-c/IMG_0057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-1082297718053594067</id><published>2008-11-09T11:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T11:52:39.255+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My friends'/><title type='text'>My way to avoid the killer STRESS</title><content type='html'>My way to escape the deadly STRESS&lt;br /&gt;I keep a pet like the zebra doves or locally called merbok. To keep these pets, you have to spend some time with them daily, like housekeeping their premises, making sure sufficient food &amp; water provided, and lots of other things to mention. If you hang the cage on the tree, the bird will sing to attract other birds of its own species. My neighbour once told me, " Hey Stan ! don't say singing a song. It is sending S.O.S to save itself from confinement. " Well, I told him that a merbok has various sounds to send messages. Some sounds made by the bird merbok are as follows : - 1. Brief long calls like.. waaave ter coco coco coo Meaning please come/join me. It can be ... come lets fight or come lets have breakfast/lunch. 2. waavow..ter coo/gong simple tells you " I am the king/protecter/I am happy. These birds are territorial. They will attack other birds of the same spices when they are being intruded. Usually the female birds are attracted by this sound. This rhythm is locally called meratus ( hundreds of times ). 3. The kraaawak sound is heard when the bird is trying to command a situation.4. There are certain birds who have extra sounds like kicking ( tendang)sounds. These sounds indicates that they are furious. Well going back to where we started, I explained to my neighbour that not only the " free " birds makes the sounds, but the caged birds do as well. When the merbok gets aggressive or excited it lifts its fan tail and says waave..waave..waave . My friend looking satisfied to the explanations I gave,uttered " Ooh!oh! " &lt;br /&gt;I am a retired government servant, and I have lots of time to enjoy with my pets. Some of my bird-lovers also spend some time with their pets when they are free from commitments at work or at home. I like to conclude by saying, that you can avoid the killer STRESS by many ways. I choose bird rearing. Thank You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-1082297718053594067?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/1082297718053594067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=1082297718053594067' title='70 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/1082297718053594067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/1082297718053594067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-way-to-escape-deadly-stress-i-keep.html' title='My way to avoid the killer STRESS'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><thr:total>70</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-5798918035315222268</id><published>2008-11-09T08:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T10:12:17.657+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='To whom it may concern'/><title type='text'>A matter of opion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SRY4JQ9r0CI/AAAAAAAAAEk/85XeQRaiUCU/s1600-h/IMG_0230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SRY4JQ9r0CI/AAAAAAAAAEk/85XeQRaiUCU/s320/IMG_0230.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266458546080043042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello my dear friends. Today, I would like to share my thoughts and opinions with you on How To Live This Beautiful Life With No Or Less STRESS. Thank you for the few moments you spare me to listen and hopefully comment on this subject. Only of late, that is a few years ago, I have come to a state of realization that we can continue with our lives until our last breath with less STRESS or God willing no stress at all . I managed to have this kind of opinion when I started to "escape " from the crowd and solidated myself to a quieter place with less noice and human appearences. I sat in a position which was comfortable to me and clossed my eyes trying to hide myself from this material world. I started relaxing by just breathing in and out again just to maintain my comfortable posture. As soon as I started to be in that position, so many things came into my mind eg. fear, problems, especially..hey ! what the hell is happening? What am I trying to do ? Its so loney out here. What is my reason for this action ? Well, I couldn't find an answer, and FEAR started to enter into my thoughts. Oh well, I left my eyes open for a moment and the fear managed to slip away. I started looking around me and although the wind could be felt passing through my ears, I still couldn't get myself ajusted to the situation. I could feel the air heating up around me and FEAR seems to return. I decided to move on to another location for some peace and quiet to relax my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Comming back to you my dear friends, what do you think I was going to do or what am I trying to tell you. Okay. I thought by doing such a thing I could "escape" whatever STRESS I am in and try to achieve peace at an isolated place. Well, was I doing the right or wrong thing, please tell me. However, I didn't give up to find peace. I did it again and again for countless times until I got so used to doing such act, I lost the feeling of FEAR. The FEAR thing was a feeling and not an image or a sound that will harm you. So, without the pressence of MR. FEAR I felt a bit relaxed. I still dare not close my eyes for FEAR might appear. Time passed and I became bravour &amp; bravour. At times I clossed my eyes and nothing happened. The temperature was fine and I could see and feel the natural habbitat. So.... I started to beathe in and breathe out to feel more relaxed. I forgot about my problems at the moment, and new thoughts &amp; ideas came into my mind. Before I came here to relax, I couldn't find an answer to WHY THIS ? &amp; WHY THAT ? Now at least I think I know why.&lt;br /&gt;come again, why do I want to tell you this ? Is there or are there any other ways to achieve or finding answers to problems in this marerial world ? You tell me. This (way) is how I managed to find peace &amp; answers, and after these years, the killer STRESS did not show up. But if it did at times, I however managed to drive it away by thinking possitively and aways reminding myself that whatever good or bad happenings are temporary. Sail along through the time tunnel on the right path of life. So long friends, thought I call this time a moment of time, I thank you for the time. I have already shared my time/thought/opinions and I hope to hear from you soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-5798918035315222268?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/5798918035315222268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=5798918035315222268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/5798918035315222268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/5798918035315222268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2008/11/matter-of-opion.html' title='A matter of opion'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SRY4JQ9r0CI/AAAAAAAAAEk/85XeQRaiUCU/s72-c/IMG_0230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-6338356429503402113</id><published>2008-11-05T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:16:27.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SRGMVWO9t5I/AAAAAAAAADw/ka_cTAxK01I/s1600-h/my+merboks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SRGMVWO9t5I/AAAAAAAAADw/ka_cTAxK01I/s320/my+merboks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265143737746306962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to keep zebra doves as pets because :&lt;br /&gt;1).......................they can be tamed easily.&lt;br /&gt;2)Obedient &amp; friendly&lt;br /&gt;3)Easy to maintain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-6338356429503402113?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/6338356429503402113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=6338356429503402113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/6338356429503402113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/6338356429503402113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-birds.html' title='My Birds'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SRGMVWO9t5I/AAAAAAAAADw/ka_cTAxK01I/s72-c/my+merboks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-7547353942941814559</id><published>2008-11-05T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T19:44:06.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SREhm2cWEnI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KjEeVcFLfrI/s1600-h/ang+kong+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SREhm2cWEnI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KjEeVcFLfrI/s200/ang+kong+006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265026390705967730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angeline with Viola, Steffi &amp; Pat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-7547353942941814559?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/7547353942941814559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=7547353942941814559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/7547353942941814559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/7547353942941814559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2008/11/family-reunion.html' title=''/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SREhm2cWEnI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KjEeVcFLfrI/s72-c/ang+kong+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-1176894778891900015</id><published>2008-11-05T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:40:52.371+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>My pet dog Shaggy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SREkvV_vqDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0_lh_nLQaCA/s1600-h/ang+kong+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SREkvV_vqDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0_lh_nLQaCA/s200/ang+kong+G" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265029835149781042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Shaggy has been with us for the past 8 years. She is very obedient, faithful and friendly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-1176894778891900015?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/1176894778891900015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=1176894778891900015' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/1176894778891900015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/1176894778891900015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-pet-dog-shaggy_04.html' title='My pet dog Shaggy'/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SREkvV_vqDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0_lh_nLQaCA/s72-c/ang+kong+G' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-7904562965622192385</id><published>2008-10-17T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T12:37:46.695+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SPgqy63D_nI/AAAAAAAAAAY/okS-KQNUj7c/s1600-h/ang+kong+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257999619237084786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SPgqy63D_nI/AAAAAAAAAAY/okS-KQNUj7c/s320/ang+kong+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is me. Happy Go Lucky all the time!!:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-7904562965622192385?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/7904562965622192385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=7904562965622192385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/7904562965622192385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/7904562965622192385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SPgqy63D_nI/AAAAAAAAAAY/okS-KQNUj7c/s72-c/ang+kong+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7810681364869594025.post-7641113196984128565</id><published>2008-06-11T18:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T21:49:59.656+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SRK9BttZ1oI/AAAAAAAAAEc/2bXibOvLhVU/s1600-h/IMG_0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SRK9BttZ1oI/AAAAAAAAAEc/2bXibOvLhVU/s320/IMG_0201.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265478751497082498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SRK9BKGhUFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Yu5zWgjuWX0/s1600-h/IMG_0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SRK9BKGhUFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Yu5zWgjuWX0/s320/IMG_0200.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265478741938753618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SRK70jG-lTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/vZKLhdb3aKY/s1600-h/IMGA0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SRK70jG-lTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/vZKLhdb3aKY/s320/IMGA0004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265477425801631026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SRK7gE1dLPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2NvsKhHSAWQ/s1600-h/20jul08_134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SRK7gE1dLPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2NvsKhHSAWQ/s320/20jul08_134.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265477074077691122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stanley &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat and I have sailed the rough seas for the past 43 years. We had many horrible experiences, but somehow and other we made up and continued our journey till today. Now we are happy &amp; contended seeing our 4 siblings suceed in life. If you look closely at the photos, my story tells it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7810681364869594025-7641113196984128565?l=stanleymerbok.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/feeds/7641113196984128565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7810681364869594025&amp;postID=7641113196984128565' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/7641113196984128565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7810681364869594025/posts/default/7641113196984128565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stanleymerbok.blogspot.com/2008/11/pat-and-i-have-sailed-rough-seas-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Stanley Benjamin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07031305428022483543</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/S8EJS8T24iI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vxaG5PjmmKE/S220/IMG_0006.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TAIBatE24sU/SRK9BttZ1oI/AAAAAAAAAEc/2bXibOvLhVU/s72-c/IMG_0201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
