<?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-458859333400044748</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:02:18.327-07:00</updated><category term='The Art Of Marketing'/><title type='text'>the ONE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caper-b.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/458859333400044748/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caper-b.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-458859333400044748.post-7052192423043354336</id><published>2009-04-08T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T04:06:41.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9th April - 4th May</title><content type='html'>Splendid. Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A look-through proved my blog to be so shallow and unworthy of any read.&lt;br /&gt;When I come back, I'll start a new one, with whole new outlook.&lt;br /&gt;And with the bad, shallow, disgusting posts, all deleted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are better now. From what I can see.&lt;br /&gt;We never know the games god wanna play next.&lt;br /&gt;We are just his pieces in a game of chess.&lt;br /&gt;Free to be manipulated according to his ever-changing mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope he will be as merciful as the various religious teachings have always related to earthlings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friends, please stay healthy and well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Jiahui, please stay faithful. (Lol!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm not going to make this sound as if I'm dying.&lt;br /&gt;One month passes as quickly as 200,000 flashes of lightnings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bye, disgusting blog.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/458859333400044748-7052192423043354336?l=caper-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caper-b.blogspot.com/feeds/7052192423043354336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=458859333400044748&amp;postID=7052192423043354336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/458859333400044748/posts/default/7052192423043354336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/458859333400044748/posts/default/7052192423043354336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caper-b.blogspot.com/2009/03/9th-april-5th-may.html' title='9th April - 4th May'/><author><name>Bryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-458859333400044748.post-817582907186632267</id><published>2007-11-05T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T20:19:56.891-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Art Of Marketing'/><title type='text'>MARKETING</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Define marketing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;marketing&lt;br /&gt;mar·ket·ing [maakəting]&lt;br /&gt;noun&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;selling of products or services: the business activity of presenting products or services to potential customers in such a way as to make them eager to buy.&lt;br /&gt;Marketing includes such matters as the pricing and packaging of the product and the creation of demand by advertising and sales campaigns.&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;food commerce grocery shopping: the buying of household provisions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Too much theory? Look at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and say: “I am&lt;br /&gt;very rich, marry me!” - That’s &lt;strong&gt;Direct Marketing&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You’re at a party with a bunch of friends and see a gorgeous girl.&lt;br /&gt;One of your friends goes up to her and pointing at you says: “He’s very&lt;br /&gt;rich, marry him.” -That’s &lt;strong&gt;Advertising&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and get her&lt;br /&gt;telephone number. The next day, you call and say: “Hi, I’m very rich, marry&lt;br /&gt;me - That’s &lt;strong&gt;Telemarketing&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You’re at a party and see gorgeous girl. You get up and straighten&lt;br /&gt;your tie, you walk up to her and pour her a drink, you open the door (of&lt;br /&gt;the car)for her, pick up her bag after she drops it, offer her ride and&lt;br /&gt;then say: “By the way, I’m rich. Will you “Marry Me?” - That’s &lt;strong&gt;Public&lt;br /&gt;Relations&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You’re at a party and see gorgeous girl. She walks up to you and&lt;br /&gt;says: “You are very rich! “Can you marry me?” - That’s&lt;strong&gt; Brand Recognition&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and say: “I am&lt;br /&gt;very rich. Marry me!” She gives you a nice hard slap on your face. - ”&lt;br /&gt;That’s &lt;strong&gt;Customer Feedback&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and say: “I am&lt;br /&gt;very rich. Marry me!” And she introduces you to her husband. - “That’s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;demand and supply gap&lt;/strong&gt;, do your market survey first”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and before you&lt;br /&gt;say anything, another person come and tell her: “I’m rich. Will you marry&lt;br /&gt;me?” and she goes with him - “That’s &lt;strong&gt;competition&lt;/strong&gt; eating into your market&lt;br /&gt;share”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You see a gorgeous girl at a party. You go up to her and before you&lt;br /&gt;say: “I’m rich, Marry me!” your wife arrives. - “That’s&lt;strong&gt; restriction&lt;/strong&gt; for&lt;br /&gt;entering new markets”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Then you ask, what's &lt;strong&gt;internet marketing&lt;/strong&gt;? *-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/458859333400044748-817582907186632267?l=caper-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caper-b.blogspot.com/feeds/817582907186632267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=458859333400044748&amp;postID=817582907186632267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/458859333400044748/posts/default/817582907186632267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/458859333400044748/posts/default/817582907186632267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caper-b.blogspot.com/2007/11/marketing.html' title='MARKETING'/><author><name>Bryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-458859333400044748.post-41667186970972162</id><published>2007-10-23T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T00:24:06.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I THOUGHT SHE KNEW (N Sync) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was my once-in-a-lifetime &lt;br /&gt;Happy ending come true &lt;br /&gt;I guess I should have told her &lt;br /&gt;I thought she knew &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said I took her for granted &lt;br /&gt;It's the last thing I would do &lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'll never understand it &lt;br /&gt;I thought she knew &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought she knew my world revolved around her &lt;br /&gt;My love light burned for her alone &lt;br /&gt;But she couldn't see the flame &lt;br /&gt;Only myself to blame &lt;br /&gt;I should have known &lt;br /&gt;I should have known &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A heart full of words left unspoken &lt;br /&gt;Now that we're through &lt;br /&gt;I tell my soul to have its silence broken &lt;br /&gt;I thought she knew, I thought she knew &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought she knew my world revolved around her &lt;br /&gt;My love light burned for her alone &lt;br /&gt;But she couldn't see the flame &lt;br /&gt;Only myself to blame &lt;br /&gt;I should have known &lt;br /&gt;I should have known &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was my once-in-a-lifetime &lt;br /&gt;Happy ending come true &lt;br /&gt;Oh, I guess I should have told her &lt;br /&gt;But I thought she knew (I thought she knew) &lt;br /&gt;I thought she knew &lt;br /&gt;I thought she knew &lt;br /&gt;Ooh &lt;br /&gt;I thought that she knew&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/458859333400044748-41667186970972162?l=caper-b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caper-b.blogspot.com/feeds/41667186970972162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=458859333400044748&amp;postID=41667186970972162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/458859333400044748/posts/default/41667186970972162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/458859333400044748/posts/default/41667186970972162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caper-b.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-thought-she-knew-n-sync-she-was-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Bryan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
