<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36593950</id><updated>2009-12-08T13:35:49.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Me</title><subtitle type='html'>Simple Girl 
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Simple Needs...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>May Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152747006119618163</uri><email>laimayleng@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>500</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36593950.post-2414226538232892331</id><published>2009-11-13T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T09:54:39.074+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Words to Live By'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Little Words to Live By&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There is always someone who loves you more than you know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;By: Unknown&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36593950-2414226538232892331?l=doink-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/2414226538232892331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-words-to-live-by-there-is-always.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/2414226538232892331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/2414226538232892331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-words-to-live-by-there-is-always.html' title=''/><author><name>May Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152747006119618163</uri><email>laimayleng@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10101735956407060037'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36593950.post-773830163447737941</id><published>2009-11-13T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T09:21:59.344+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All in a Day&apos;s Work'/><title type='text'>Customer Service</title><content type='html'>Me: Hey, guess what? I wore the jumper you said looked nice on me on Sunday. I sat down for lunch and then walked away. Then, while walking I felt a sudden breeze on my tummy. I realized that the jumper has torn into 2 parts !!! I had to hold on to the jumper till I got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends: Oh my gosh ! I'm so sorry. The stock is not mine. I'm helping my friend clear stock. Please bring it back to the store and exchange it for something else. I'm really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sure, no problem. I'll come by this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;I then exchanged my torn jumper for a pair of heels.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;3 days later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi, I hate telling you this. The shoes I purchased from you recently is torn. I wore it for one day and by mid day, both shoes at the front end ripped itself off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: What you mean torn ? Aiyo, how you wear shoes one? So "cho lo" (rough). Wear shoes also can get torn !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: This is my first time buying a pair of heels and it got ripped apart when I wear it on the day itself. I've been wearing shoes for almost 20 years now ! Never once, I torn the shoes on the first day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: This is my first time customer purchase from my store and came back twice with damaged goods! I think you really need to learn to take care of your clothings/shoes better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Boiling, with silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Nevermind, only for you. Since you are my friend, bring back the damaged shoes to me and I'll you can get another pair of shoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, no, no. I don't want an exchange. I just want to let you know that perhaps you should not consider getting your stock from the supplier. His quality is not so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: What you mean, not so good ? ! No one ever complained. Only you, don't know how you wear clothes and shoes, one ! Clothes also can koyak, shoes also can get ripped apart !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Silence* It's OK then. Just thought you'd like to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And my friend wonders why business is not so good for her. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36593950-773830163447737941?l=doink-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/773830163447737941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/11/customer-service.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/773830163447737941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/773830163447737941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/11/customer-service.html' title='Customer Service'/><author><name>May Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152747006119618163</uri><email>laimayleng@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10101735956407060037'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36593950.post-6478935270161801231</id><published>2009-11-05T09:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T07:01:23.464+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inner Thoughts'/><title type='text'>My Journey to Reach Financial Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3iNL0ShtgM/SvIaK0kGSRI/AAAAAAAABb4/2HO4TKyIXY4/s1600-h/2ndLaunch+%5B640x480%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3iNL0ShtgM/SvIaK0kGSRI/AAAAAAAABb4/2HO4TKyIXY4/s320/2ndLaunch+%5B640x480%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"You are exactly where you deserve to be" exclaimed Mr. &lt;a href="http://www.marcorobinson.com/"&gt;Robinson&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words still echoed in my heart. I carry these words with me since the day I heard it. It was 10th October 2009. Seated in the room was approximately 40 persons.All enthusiastic to discover the secret of reaching financial freedom -  &lt;a href="http://www.marcorobinson.com/seminars.html"&gt;"How to go from broke to millionaire in 3 years" &lt;/a&gt;. I was merely one of the curious one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could paint a picture of my emotions that day, it would be a thunderstorm, with grey clouds and flashing lightnings. I have never felt so confused, angry and discontented. It was as if I was given an algebra or a physic equation that has no answer. No, if was if I was given the Einstein theory and was expected to turn the world around. I wanted to shout with all my might - WHY ! Dear God, WHY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What went wrong ? Where did I do wrong? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marcorobinson.com/seminars.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flashback of my bank account vividly broadcast in my mind. I surely DO NOT DESERVE this ! I couldn't focus much what was said anymore. My mind separates from me. Moments later, I woke up. My subconscious mind awoke in tremor.&amp;nbsp; I am not the same person I was that day I walked into the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 29th October 2009, I experience a life changing experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 foreigners came into the office for a business meeting. They were acquaintances I met in the &lt;a href="http://www.toper.com.my/2009/"&gt;Independent Entrepreneur Summit 2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat in the small business meeting room, the 3 of us coached around the round table. Both the foreigner were so huge physically, I felt so small. I may be small in size but I never accepted my life to fate. I am who I am I want to be. &lt;i&gt;Today, I want to be rich. I deserve to be rich. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I presented my proposal with confidence, as I always do with any presentation. This time, it was different. I was different. I couldn't explain it but I knew it. The aura around me was fuming, the energy was so strong I sense the room grew bigger each time they nodded in agreement with whatever I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 3rd slide of my presentation, his eyes brimming with excitement, "May Leng, just show me the last slide, I want to buy this !" The words were music to my ears! Trying hard to stay compose, I said calmly "Patience, I must show you till the end. You should know the details what you are buying from me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of my 30 minutes presentation, the 2 gentlemen practically jump off their seat and said to me. "We want 2000 of this, but we don't need this now. In 2 months time, we will be back in Malaysia. For now, can you give us 50? " I trembled. I didn't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Mr. Robinson. ..... The phone call lasted 3 seconds. I then proceeded hastily with the paper work. They signed the deal. It was RM9000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 hours later, I met the gentlemen in Midvalley. They withdrawned RM8100 CASH, after discount of 10%. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back to the office, carrying RM8100 cash in my handbag. When I walked into the Admin room, I collapsed in tears ! Literally, tears of joy counting money !!! I couldn't believe it with my own eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Know when to close the deal and suddenly grow rich" by Marco Robinson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;THANK YOU MARCO. You and your book has changed my life, for the better. I feel richer and I am richer everyday, because of you.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;NOTE: Please email me at laimayleng@gmail.com if you are interested to know more on how I can help you achieve the same results. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marcorobinson.com/seminars.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36593950-6478935270161801231?l=doink-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/6478935270161801231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-journey-to-reach-financial-freedom.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/6478935270161801231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/6478935270161801231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-journey-to-reach-financial-freedom.html' title='My Journey to Reach Financial Freedom'/><author><name>May Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152747006119618163</uri><email>laimayleng@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10101735956407060037'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3iNL0ShtgM/SvIaK0kGSRI/AAAAAAAABb4/2HO4TKyIXY4/s72-c/2ndLaunch+%5B640x480%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36593950.post-6678146431687972639</id><published>2009-11-05T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T09:28:56.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Words to Live By'/><title type='text'>Little Words to Live By</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Your Inner Genius is the fullness and wholeness of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;By: Emmanuel Kwao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36593950-6678146431687972639?l=doink-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/6678146431687972639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-words-to-live-by_9778.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/6678146431687972639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/6678146431687972639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-words-to-live-by_9778.html' title='Little Words to Live By'/><author><name>May Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152747006119618163</uri><email>laimayleng@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10101735956407060037'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36593950.post-6617686009075390708</id><published>2009-11-05T08:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T08:13:59.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Words to Live By'/><title type='text'>Little Words to Live By</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;You are exactly where you deserve to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Marco Robinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36593950-6617686009075390708?l=doink-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/6617686009075390708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-words-to-live-by_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/6617686009075390708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/6617686009075390708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-words-to-live-by_05.html' title='Little Words to Live By'/><author><name>May Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152747006119618163</uri><email>laimayleng@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10101735956407060037'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36593950.post-3084264276499692052</id><published>2009-11-05T07:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T08:13:17.212+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All in a Day&apos;s Work'/><title type='text'>I am Annoying - Says Facebook !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3iNL0ShtgM/SvIWHkkFPMI/AAAAAAAABbw/5RKhUbCdu_A/s1600-h/annoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3iNL0ShtgM/SvIWHkkFPMI/AAAAAAAABbw/5RKhUbCdu_A/s400/annoy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400403222500555970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have luxury of time this morning. I sat in front of my laptop and started creating schedules to set a reminder for myself. I love the Event function in Facebook. It really helps me organize outings and activities with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the 4th event I tried creating, I received a prompt warning. Flashing boldly on my screen - YOU ARE ANNOYING AND A NUISANCE TO OTHERS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It couldn't be any obvious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36593950-3084264276499692052?l=doink-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/3084264276499692052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-annoying-says-facebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/3084264276499692052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/3084264276499692052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-annoying-says-facebook.html' title='I am Annoying - Says Facebook !'/><author><name>May Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152747006119618163</uri><email>laimayleng@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10101735956407060037'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3iNL0ShtgM/SvIWHkkFPMI/AAAAAAAABbw/5RKhUbCdu_A/s72-c/annoy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36593950.post-8392160947141857401</id><published>2009-11-01T18:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T18:38:41.492+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Words to Live By'/><title type='text'>Little Words to Live By</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;We waste time looking for the perfect lover,&lt;br /&gt;instead of creating the perfect love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Tom Robbins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36593950-8392160947141857401?l=doink-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/8392160947141857401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-words-to-live-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/8392160947141857401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/8392160947141857401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-words-to-live-by.html' title='Little Words to Live By'/><author><name>May Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152747006119618163</uri><email>laimayleng@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10101735956407060037'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36593950.post-2088893990064043167</id><published>2009-11-01T07:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T18:36:52.353+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All in a Day&apos;s Work'/><title type='text'>The Truth Was Revealed in Tears</title><content type='html'>As I came into class that day, I never expected my day to end with tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most tutors, I looked at my students and said that I loved them all the same. However, that was impossible, because I do have a favorite. A truth I try my best to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time I come to her home for private classes, I would actually take delight in marking her papers. Her handwriting is neat. Her room is always scented. It was so comfortable, I never wanted to leave when the class ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has such good manners and brimming smile. She is a joy to be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That particular day, she didn't smile when I walked in her room. I knew there was something bothering her when she did all the mathematical sums incorrectly. I didn't say anything as I marked a big X on the workbooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I just sat there and looked into her eyes, softly I said, "Dear, what is wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her tender voice broke and echoed in the still room, "Is cancer contagious?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was caught unguarded. "No, why do you ask?" I managed to will myself to speak. She then explained that her grandmother had died of cancer years ago and her father is diagnosed with cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room got colder as her voice ate the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat there, motionless. This is where, her tears erupted like a volcano.  I did what my body could do, I hugged her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an eternal moment, I sat her up and comforted her. Intently, I found out that she was worried that the blister on her lips were an infestation of cancer and she would die next after her father !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a nine year old, the news was too much for her to handle. I completely understand her fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't do anything after that. We just talked. I explained what is cancer and I could see her bright smile once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of 2 hours, I went back to my car. In it, I cried. I don't know why, I just cried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36593950-2088893990064043167?l=doink-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/2088893990064043167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/11/truth-was-revealed-in-tears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/2088893990064043167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/2088893990064043167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/11/truth-was-revealed-in-tears.html' title='The Truth Was Revealed in Tears'/><author><name>May Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152747006119618163</uri><email>laimayleng@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10101735956407060037'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36593950.post-5807319563885234263</id><published>2009-10-14T00:26:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:14:34.664+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All in a Day&apos;s Work'/><title type='text'>Time is Investment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meeting up for drinks is always an "investment"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some people are sufficiently important to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that the "investment" is negligible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;while other people who are less important to you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well you never make the investment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This message came during a chat. It was a random conversation over a topic I can't even remember. It pretty much sums up the reason why friends lose touch. Your value depreciate over time and before you know it, your value is depleted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you spent moments of your life with someone of no value to you. Someone, who will not make you richer ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the good ol' times during childhood when you spend time with others because you enjoy the company, the conversation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random act of kindness. The world lacks of it.&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/36593950-5807319563885234263?l=doink-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/5807319563885234263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-is-investment.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/5807319563885234263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/5807319563885234263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-is-investment.html' title='Time is Investment'/><author><name>May Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152747006119618163</uri><email>laimayleng@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10101735956407060037'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36593950.post-4905604759002760536</id><published>2009-09-19T07:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:10:59.707+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All in a Day&apos;s Work'/><title type='text'>Magic Pill</title><content type='html'>Every year, without fail I will have a some last minutes students year 6, Form 3 and Form 5 signing up at my tuition centre. I shan't complain since its generating income to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What frustrates me is definitely not the sudden flow of  money but the attitude of Malaysian youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the expectations of such youth attending classes 2 or 1 month before the major examinations ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has become a norm for me when a new student enroll in the subjects below, I perform an assessment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 6 - Math, a timetable quiz&lt;br /&gt;Year 6, Form 3 and 5 - English, sentence writing comprising of words such as eat, eats, ate, eating&lt;br /&gt;Year 6, Form 3 and 5 - BM, free style essay writing with minimum words of 120&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, most last minute intakes fail miserably during the assessment. So, where should I begin in my lesson? Should I teach or revise? Revision is of no use. That's a fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I have a magic pill for these students. They come and go like the wind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36593950-4905604759002760536?l=doink-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/4905604759002760536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/09/magic-pill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/4905604759002760536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/4905604759002760536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/09/magic-pill.html' title='Magic Pill'/><author><name>May Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152747006119618163</uri><email>laimayleng@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10101735956407060037'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36593950.post-8412362294416535322</id><published>2009-09-13T19:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:07:56.469+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Words to Live By'/><title type='text'>Little Words to Live By</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sitting and doing nothing will not make you a millionaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By: M. L. Lai&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/36593950-8412362294416535322?l=doink-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/8412362294416535322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-words-to-live-by-sitting-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/8412362294416535322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/8412362294416535322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-words-to-live-by-sitting-and.html' title='Little Words to Live By'/><author><name>May Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152747006119618163</uri><email>laimayleng@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10101735956407060037'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36593950.post-7849432479244459256</id><published>2009-09-13T08:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:07:27.739+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All in a Day&apos;s Work'/><title type='text'>Confession of a 12 years old</title><content type='html'>It was an ordinary Friday afternoon. I couldn't even remember the date. However, the feeling I felt on that special Friday was surely unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seated next to me was a 12 years old boy. His eyes were brimming with excitement. Sadly, his enthusiasm wasn't to learn about the Bahasa language class which I was paid for. Instead, he was jumping for joy and eagerness to share with me his first time encounter of "courtship rivalry".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is his story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After release of the UPSR trial results at school, I was chilling with my friends under the shade at the field. My friend was walking with his "girlfriend." An idea struck me and instantly I acted upon it. I walked up to the guy friend of mine and grinned, " Did you know I touched your girlfriend earlier ?" His face turned red. I could see smoke oozing out from the top of his head. That's when a sudden voice told me to run ! And ran I did. My good friend chased me out of the field, into the classrooms and across corridors. In between rooms, some others joined the chase. Finally, I was caught ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He pointed his breathless fingers at me. "Don't ya ever touch my girl !" Panting. I nodded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point when he finished telling his story, he was standing. Showing me the motion how his friend pointed that filthy finger at him. I was noticeably amused. I couldn't resist my curiosity, so I asked naively, "So, did you touch his girlfriend?" He started laughing hysterically as if I asked the most ridiculous question. I must admit, I was ashamed, being laughed at by my own student. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He motioned his head indicating "No". My face went blank. I didn't understand it. Why did he tell his friend that he did so ? Why did the guys chased him? There was no logic behind it. Naturally, I inquired further. "Just for the fun of it" was his plain explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, I left that class that day, learning that men will create rivalry among each other when it comes to courtship - just for the fun of it. Not that if it ever mattered if one fancies the girl or otherwise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36593950-7849432479244459256?l=doink-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/7849432479244459256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/09/confession-of-12-years-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/7849432479244459256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/7849432479244459256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/09/confession-of-12-years-old.html' title='Confession of a 12 years old'/><author><name>May Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152747006119618163</uri><email>laimayleng@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10101735956407060037'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36593950.post-292360277761779553</id><published>2009-08-10T06:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:06:45.213+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thru My Eyes'/><title type='text'>I Believe I Can Fly</title><content type='html'>"Would you like to fly a plane?" he asked innocently. I paused for a moment. I thought of bungee jump from a plane, but never had the idea of flying one. After all, my dreams of becoming a pilot crushed when my physic results in SPM only scored a pathetic credit. I said yes without hesitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart pounded, thumped when I walked into the hanger. The closest I've ever gotten to an aeroplane; when I was walking on the runway for a flight using AirAsia airline. The air crew literally chew your head off if you are ever spotted with a camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excitement was clearly drawn all over my face when I had the opportunity to FLY A PLANE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture paints a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3iNL0ShtgM/Sn7yQpBAP3I/AAAAAAAABZY/GNNoYhzlaoY/s1600-h/P1020395+%5B640x480%5D.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367994173574102898" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3iNL0ShtgM/Sn7yQpBAP3I/AAAAAAAABZY/GNNoYhzlaoY/s320/P1020395+%5B640x480%5D.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3iNL0ShtgM/Sn7yQf-8CwI/AAAAAAAABZQ/dtgV_L0slI4/s1600-h/P1020393+%5B640x480%5D.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367994171149519618" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3iNL0ShtgM/Sn7yQf-8CwI/AAAAAAAABZQ/dtgV_L0slI4/s320/P1020393+%5B640x480%5D.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3iNL0ShtgM/Sn7yQHk-BEI/AAAAAAAABZI/XOvtn3QH5x0/s1600-h/P1020389+%5B640x480%5D.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367994164598146114" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3iNL0ShtgM/Sn7yQHk-BEI/AAAAAAAABZI/XOvtn3QH5x0/s320/P1020389+%5B640x480%5D.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3iNL0ShtgM/Sn9fqBSxp8I/AAAAAAAABaY/RT0mJP0Oo7E/s1600-h/P1020413+%5B640x480%5D.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368114456355252162" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3iNL0ShtgM/Sn9fqBSxp8I/AAAAAAAABaY/RT0mJP0Oo7E/s320/P1020413+%5B640x480%5D.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3iNL0ShtgM/Sn9fp-TBNyI/AAAAAAAABaQ/kFx4Nt3e46Q/s1600-h/P1020411+%5B640x480%5D.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368114455550965538" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3iNL0ShtgM/Sn9fp-TBNyI/AAAAAAAABaQ/kFx4Nt3e46Q/s320/P1020411+%5B640x480%5D.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I lied. Not a picture, I camwhored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3iNL0ShtgM/Sn7yQ6Ex9XI/AAAAAAAABZg/p_5jerKqAW0/s1600-h/P1020400+%5B640x480%5D.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367994178153346418" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3iNL0ShtgM/Sn7yQ6Ex9XI/AAAAAAAABZg/p_5jerKqAW0/s320/P1020400+%5B640x480%5D.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3iNL0ShtgM/Sn9c_AMjEAI/AAAAAAAABZw/4VQnFyw9_zo/s1600-h/P1020402+%5B640x480%5D.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368111518303064066" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3iNL0ShtgM/Sn9c_AMjEAI/AAAAAAAABZw/4VQnFyw9_zo/s320/P1020402+%5B640x480%5D.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3iNL0ShtgM/Sn9c-iV3n7I/AAAAAAAABZo/_fwVez8ETh8/s1600-h/P1020401+%5B640x480%5D.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368111510289096626" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3iNL0ShtgM/Sn9c-iV3n7I/AAAAAAAABZo/_fwVez8ETh8/s320/P1020401+%5B640x480%5D.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3iNL0ShtgM/Sn9c_U92mlI/AAAAAAAABZ4/eR4jQiPXpEg/s1600-h/P1020403+%5B640x480%5D.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368111523878574674" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3iNL0ShtgM/Sn9c_U92mlI/AAAAAAAABZ4/eR4jQiPXpEg/s320/P1020403+%5B640x480%5D.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3iNL0ShtgM/Sn9c_2Ox0CI/AAAAAAAABaI/DxryapuuarY/s1600-h/P1020409+%5B640x480%5D.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368111532807933986" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3iNL0ShtgM/Sn9c_2Ox0CI/AAAAAAAABaI/DxryapuuarY/s320/P1020409+%5B640x480%5D.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3iNL0ShtgM/Sn9c_s5c7bI/AAAAAAAABaA/g-DCiA6BkZk/s1600-h/P1020406+%5B640x480%5D.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368111530302565810" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3iNL0ShtgM/Sn9c_s5c7bI/AAAAAAAABaA/g-DCiA6BkZk/s320/P1020406+%5B640x480%5D.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after the whoring,  the ground training began. I had everything videoed.  After the briefing, I was literally jumping out of my pants. My joy was overturned when I realized my camera ran out of memory space and I only captured 2 minutes of the briefing. Bummer !! Fret not, I'm going again very soon !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3iNL0ShtgM/Sn9ikQ9SA0I/AAAAAAAABao/zUsqYwo3nRw/s1600-h/P1020416+%5B640x480%5D.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368117656015733570" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3iNL0ShtgM/Sn9ikQ9SA0I/AAAAAAAABao/zUsqYwo3nRw/s320/P1020416+%5B640x480%5D.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 181px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour later, I was in the plane. Getting all warmed out. I'm all set !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mentioned I flew for free? How ? Why ? Find out more, email me at laimayleng@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next post coming ...the video .. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36593950-292360277761779553?l=doink-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/292360277761779553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-believe-i-can-fly.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/292360277761779553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/292360277761779553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-believe-i-can-fly.html' title='I Believe I Can Fly'/><author><name>May Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152747006119618163</uri><email>laimayleng@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10101735956407060037'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3iNL0ShtgM/Sn7yQpBAP3I/AAAAAAAABZY/GNNoYhzlaoY/s72-c/P1020395+%5B640x480%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36593950.post-8414545257886174700</id><published>2009-07-31T09:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:02:47.555+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Words to Live By'/><title type='text'>Little Words to Live By</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3iNL0ShtgM/SnJDtpziKeI/AAAAAAAABZA/BDD5vgoMEus/s1600-h/pravs-j-when-life-outpaces-you.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364424557746858466" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3iNL0ShtgM/SnJDtpziKeI/AAAAAAAABZA/BDD5vgoMEus/s400/pravs-j-when-life-outpaces-you.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 236px; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36593950-8414545257886174700?l=doink-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/8414545257886174700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-words-to-live-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/8414545257886174700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/8414545257886174700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-words-to-live-by.html' title='Little Words to Live By'/><author><name>May Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152747006119618163</uri><email>laimayleng@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10101735956407060037'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3iNL0ShtgM/SnJDtpziKeI/AAAAAAAABZA/BDD5vgoMEus/s72-c/pravs-j-when-life-outpaces-you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36593950.post-7302925597834954688</id><published>2009-08-10T08:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:02:01.577+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Words to Live By'/><title type='text'>Little Words to Live By</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 78%; font-style: italic;"&gt; Failure is a step to success. If you have not failed before, you will never succeed.&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: M. L. Lai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36593950-7302925597834954688?l=doink-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/7302925597834954688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-words-to-live-by-failure-is-step.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/7302925597834954688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/7302925597834954688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-words-to-live-by-failure-is-step.html' title='Little Words to Live By'/><author><name>May Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152747006119618163</uri><email>laimayleng@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10101735956407060037'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36593950.post-3194614705609508637</id><published>2009-09-16T07:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T08:59:56.332+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inner Thoughts'/><title type='text'>What happened?</title><content type='html'>I am disturbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blog that I've been faithfully following has disappeared. The blogger has removed the weblink. Just like that ! Without a word of parting, after 2 years, the blogger finally saw no reason to blog anymore. I knew things weren't working so great. I can tell from the tone of the most recent write up. I tried giving support, showed concern to this stranger. After all, 2 years is considerably a long time. I thought I had some special "rights." - built on a virtual bond where words were exchanged in the blogging realm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was naive and stupid. The virtual world only exists so long packets are sent across the thin wire. Once you unplug everything dissipates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36593950-3194614705609508637?l=doink-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/3194614705609508637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-happened.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/3194614705609508637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/3194614705609508637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-happened.html' title='What happened?'/><author><name>May Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152747006119618163</uri><email>laimayleng@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10101735956407060037'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36593950.post-5807534303399618735</id><published>2009-09-16T07:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T08:59:34.899+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Words to Live By'/><title type='text'>Little Words to Live By</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your questions are leading you to intervention and your life is down to the questions you ask&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By: Marco Robinson&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/36593950-5807534303399618735?l=doink-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/5807534303399618735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-words-to-live-by-your-questions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/5807534303399618735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/5807534303399618735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-words-to-live-by-your-questions.html' title='Little Words to Live By'/><author><name>May Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152747006119618163</uri><email>laimayleng@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10101735956407060037'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36593950.post-6615025354460797184</id><published>2009-09-19T08:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T08:58:39.413+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Words to Live By'/><title type='text'>Little Words to Live By</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 78%; font-style: italic;"&gt; Life without goals is meaningless.&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: M. L. Lai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36593950-6615025354460797184?l=doink-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/6615025354460797184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-words-to-live-by-life-without.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/6615025354460797184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/6615025354460797184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-words-to-live-by-life-without.html' title='Little Words to Live By'/><author><name>May Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152747006119618163</uri><email>laimayleng@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10101735956407060037'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36593950.post-1121657045855455213</id><published>2009-10-14T00:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T08:58:01.994+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Words to Live By'/><title type='text'>Little Words to Live By</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 78%; font-style: italic;"&gt; Life is best enjoyed when you serve others at all times,&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%; font-style: italic;"&gt; you are best rewarded,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%; font-style: italic;"&gt;you are best inspired and the rewards are instant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Marco Robinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36593950-1121657045855455213?l=doink-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/1121657045855455213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-words-to-live-by-your-questions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/1121657045855455213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/1121657045855455213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-words-to-live-by-your-questions.html' title='Little Words to Live By'/><author><name>May Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152747006119618163</uri><email>laimayleng@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10101735956407060037'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36593950.post-6813155742036876361</id><published>2009-10-18T09:13:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T08:57:31.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All in a Day&apos;s Work'/><title type='text'>Blogger's Call - Turtle Blogathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3iNL0ShtgM/Stpw2dmrPwI/AAAAAAAABa4/iivJdVja0xw/s1600-h/tcc_blogathon_09.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393747584691683074" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3iNL0ShtgM/Stpw2dmrPwI/AAAAAAAABa4/iivJdVja0xw/s400/tcc_blogathon_09.png" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 200px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blogger community is strong. We may never meet. We may never hear one's voice. But when one's blogger call for help, the community is here to give support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chenpn.com/"&gt;Pelf &lt;/a&gt;came to me via email. Her request was simple. Please help promote &lt;a href="http://www.turtleconservationcentre.org/blog/turtle-blogathon-to-raise-funds-for-tcc/"&gt;Turtle Blogathon &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a blogger reading my blog, please show your support. Link up and unite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I salute Pelf and her team in their effort in being Mother's Nature little helpers. We need more people like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Act of Kindness, this is your chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36593950-6813155742036876361?l=doink-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/6813155742036876361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/10/bloggers-call-turtle-blogathon.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/6813155742036876361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/6813155742036876361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/10/bloggers-call-turtle-blogathon.html' title='Blogger&apos;s Call - Turtle Blogathon'/><author><name>May Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152747006119618163</uri><email>laimayleng@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10101735956407060037'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3iNL0ShtgM/Stpw2dmrPwI/AAAAAAAABa4/iivJdVja0xw/s72-c/tcc_blogathon_09.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36593950.post-250733818294602329</id><published>2009-10-18T09:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T08:57:07.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Words to Live By'/><title type='text'>Little Words to Live By</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 78%; font-style: italic;"&gt; When you have a dream, you can make it a reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%; font-style: italic;"&gt;By: Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36593950-250733818294602329?l=doink-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/250733818294602329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-words-to-live-by-when-you-have.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/250733818294602329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/250733818294602329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-words-to-live-by-when-you-have.html' title='Little Words to Live By'/><author><name>May Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152747006119618163</uri><email>laimayleng@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10101735956407060037'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36593950.post-4775705710893422327</id><published>2009-10-22T22:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T08:55:38.494+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All in a Day&apos;s Work'/><title type='text'>Cosmetic Surgery At No Cost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3iNL0ShtgM/SuD2MPAWIAI/AAAAAAAABbo/WZ942bJutgs/s1600-h/ori.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395583043636699138" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3iNL0ShtgM/SuD2MPAWIAI/AAAAAAAABbo/WZ942bJutgs/s400/ori.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 292px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is who I was 2 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surgery lasted for not more than 3 hours. I didn't lose any blood or any sleep. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surgeon&lt;/span&gt; was excellent. No scars were left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up the next morning and I am beautiful. The best gift ever from a stranger. A blogger with a big heart. My utmost gratitude to &lt;a href="http://chenpn.com/"&gt;Pelf. &lt;/a&gt;I can't thank you enough. If only words can be returned monetary wise - I'll give her a billion dollar !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36593950-4775705710893422327?l=doink-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/4775705710893422327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/10/cosmetic-surgery-at-no-cost.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/4775705710893422327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/4775705710893422327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/10/cosmetic-surgery-at-no-cost.html' title='Cosmetic Surgery At No Cost'/><author><name>May Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152747006119618163</uri><email>laimayleng@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10101735956407060037'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3iNL0ShtgM/SuD2MPAWIAI/AAAAAAAABbo/WZ942bJutgs/s72-c/ori.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36593950.post-5495601039666571196</id><published>2009-10-23T08:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T08:55:21.737+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Words to Live By'/><title type='text'>Little Words to Live By</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 78%; font-style: italic;"&gt; I am who I think I am&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: M. L. Lai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36593950-5495601039666571196?l=doink-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/5495601039666571196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-words-to-live-by-i-am-who-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/5495601039666571196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/5495601039666571196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-words-to-live-by-i-am-who-i.html' title='Little Words to Live By'/><author><name>May Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152747006119618163</uri><email>laimayleng@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10101735956407060037'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36593950.post-5077105495686546066</id><published>2009-10-23T08:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T08:55:02.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All in a Day&apos;s Work'/><title type='text'>The Two Frogs</title><content type='html'>A group of frogs were traveling through the woods, and two of them fell into a deep pit. When the other frogs saw how deep the pit was, they told the two frogs that they were as good as dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two frogs ignored the comments and tried to jump up out of the pit with all their might. The other frogs kept telling them to stop, that they were as good as dead. Finally, one of the frogs took heed to what the other frogs were saying and gave up. He fell down and died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other frog continued to jump as hard as he could. Once again, the crowd of frogs yelled at him to stop the pain and just die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He jumped even harder and finally made it out. When he got out, the other frogs said, "Did you not hear us?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frog explained to them that he was deaf. He thought they were encouraging him the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story teaches two lessons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There is power of life and death in the tongue. An encouraging word to someone who is down can lift them up and help them make it through the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A destructive word to someone who is down can be what it takes to kill them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful of what you say. Speak life to those who cross your path. The power of words...&lt;br /&gt;It is sometimes hard to understand that an encouraging word can go such a long way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can speak words that tend to rob another of the spirit to continue in difficult times. Special is the individual who will take the time to encourage another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: Maryellen Rubio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36593950-5077105495686546066?l=doink-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/5077105495686546066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/10/two-frogs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/5077105495686546066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/5077105495686546066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/10/two-frogs.html' title='The Two Frogs'/><author><name>May Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152747006119618163</uri><email>laimayleng@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10101735956407060037'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36593950.post-6264974442875394741</id><published>2009-10-23T08:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T08:52:47.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Little Words to Live By'/><title type='text'>Little Words to Live By</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 78%; font-style: italic;"&gt;Please consider the environment before printing&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%; font-style: italic;"&gt;By: Pelf &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/36593950-6264974442875394741?l=doink-justme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/feeds/6264974442875394741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-words-to-live-by-please-consider.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/6264974442875394741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36593950/posts/default/6264974442875394741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doink-justme.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-words-to-live-by-please-consider.html' title='Little Words to Live By'/><author><name>May Leng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16152747006119618163</uri><email>laimayleng@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10101735956407060037'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>