<?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-3380853865126249913</id><updated>2011-09-03T04:10:38.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>target of life</title><subtitle type='html'>Target in our life can be see in different way by ourselves. Some of us may say! Target in our life are Education and Career or our occupation. 
Some of us may say it is Love. Love will bring us happiness and caring by our friends and family.
But why not we target for both! So that will be really  wonderful in life.
I have one question. There are how many of us can success all of these points in our life?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stonegirl-targetoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3380853865126249913/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stonegirl-targetoflife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>stonegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191687466146856513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nEKXRwWHwLE/TD3Ply9X7aI/AAAAAAAAABA/dyi119k1JV4/S220/group+pic+2a.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380853865126249913.post-7113989616812526074</id><published>2010-12-06T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T06:07:11.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whispering In My Heart</title><content type='html'>It's feel weird right I create this title. Actually it's really happen in my daily life. Don't get it wrong! I'm not nuts, Just this is one of the way how I express  my feelings &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my thought I might not want to share with my parent's and friends. Instead of making others to worry for me. So I rather whispered in my heart as my little secret. But Sometime I felt myself so annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway as long as I didn't get any trouble to those whom I care for. That is fine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3380853865126249913-7113989616812526074?l=stonegirl-targetoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stonegirl-targetoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7113989616812526074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3380853865126249913&amp;postID=7113989616812526074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3380853865126249913/posts/default/7113989616812526074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3380853865126249913/posts/default/7113989616812526074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stonegirl-targetoflife.blogspot.com/2010/12/whispering-in-my-heart.html' title='Whispering In My Heart'/><author><name>stonegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191687466146856513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nEKXRwWHwLE/TD3Ply9X7aI/AAAAAAAAABA/dyi119k1JV4/S220/group+pic+2a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380853865126249913.post-5971117755204297569</id><published>2010-01-18T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T23:30:43.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OUR EXPERIENCE IN THE BANK</title><content type='html'>Last week I was chatting with my friends on Skype. We discussed about  what inconvenience that we had faced during we register an account in the bank,  why they refused people with disabilities to register an account and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us shared our experience that we had faced before. My friend Yin said she wanted to register an account in Maybank but the bank staff refused her registration because she has voluntary movement. That’s out of logic. Even though she couldn’t use her signature. But she still able to thumbprint as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father usually sent me to the Bank Simpanan National at Prima Tanjung of Penang regularly. Which the nearest from my house.  Actually the service of the bank is also one of the important issues for the peoples with disabilities.  Honestly they responded  back to my father request only a couple of times. Normally they would feedback for example &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sorry we are still busy at the moment or we are short of people can you please bring your daughter come into the bank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. After all  my father felt since it was really hard to request for the service. So most of the time I was waiting in the car My father would helped me to get the bank receipt for me to thumbprint. All I need to  do was just passed my  identification card and the account book to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was other trouble too. Sometime my brother would go to the bank with me. I told my brother to request one of the staff came out to meet me. I was intended to prove that I was the account user. But they refused too. No matter how my brother tried to communicate with them, they still feedback the same reason. If he wouldn't transfer me to go into the bank. They weren't allow me to get my welfare money. I could understand their situation but this made me feel so troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chin2 advised me to send a letter to the headquarter of the bank. To improve their service. My friends said we must have the courage and responsibility to build the better environment for our peoples with disabilities&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3380853865126249913-5971117755204297569?l=stonegirl-targetoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stonegirl-targetoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5971117755204297569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3380853865126249913&amp;postID=5971117755204297569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3380853865126249913/posts/default/5971117755204297569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3380853865126249913/posts/default/5971117755204297569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stonegirl-targetoflife.blogspot.com/2010/01/our-experience-in-bank.html' title='OUR EXPERIENCE IN THE BANK'/><author><name>stonegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191687466146856513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nEKXRwWHwLE/TD3Ply9X7aI/AAAAAAAAABA/dyi119k1JV4/S220/group+pic+2a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380853865126249913.post-7809766659795580598</id><published>2009-11-27T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T22:21:41.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THROW AWAY</title><content type='html'>I have been lazy for almost a year since my last updated. I'm not sure what i have done as well.&lt;br /&gt;i notice myself sometime i was so ridiculous impatient over sensitive and emotional. I hate thiis kind of feeling. It's has bothered me in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3380853865126249913-7809766659795580598?l=stonegirl-targetoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stonegirl-targetoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7809766659795580598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3380853865126249913&amp;postID=7809766659795580598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3380853865126249913/posts/default/7809766659795580598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3380853865126249913/posts/default/7809766659795580598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stonegirl-targetoflife.blogspot.com/2009/11/throw-away.html' title='THROW AWAY'/><author><name>stonegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191687466146856513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nEKXRwWHwLE/TD3Ply9X7aI/AAAAAAAAABA/dyi119k1JV4/S220/group+pic+2a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380853865126249913.post-865199173985216659</id><published>2008-12-31T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T00:01:55.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miserable Moment</title><content type='html'>I have just read one of my friend articles. I feel sad and miserable because I didn't realize since when we avoided to communicate  to each other. While we chatted on the net we had  to  alert those words we had spoken out through our mouths Besides we had misunderstood because of some tiny matters.  We know each other for years. I cherish our friendship as well So no matter what we had said and done. Just let the wind blow away. Happy 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3380853865126249913-865199173985216659?l=stonegirl-targetoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stonegirl-targetoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/865199173985216659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3380853865126249913&amp;postID=865199173985216659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3380853865126249913/posts/default/865199173985216659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3380853865126249913/posts/default/865199173985216659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stonegirl-targetoflife.blogspot.com/2008/12/miserable-moment.html' title='Miserable Moment'/><author><name>stonegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191687466146856513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nEKXRwWHwLE/TD3Ply9X7aI/AAAAAAAAABA/dyi119k1JV4/S220/group+pic+2a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380853865126249913.post-3401195781879617242</id><published>2008-12-04T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T20:37:59.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Know Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why humans have difference kind of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;characters&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Why humans have difference kind of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;attitudes&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Why humans have difference kind of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;behaviors&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Why humans have difference kind of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;habits&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Why humans have difference kind of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;feelings&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Why humans have difference kind of&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;expressions&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Why humans are always &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;moody&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Humans are too complicating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3380853865126249913-3401195781879617242?l=stonegirl-targetoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stonegirl-targetoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3401195781879617242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3380853865126249913&amp;postID=3401195781879617242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3380853865126249913/posts/default/3401195781879617242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3380853865126249913/posts/default/3401195781879617242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stonegirl-targetoflife.blogspot.com/2008/12/do-you-know-why.html' title='Do You Know Why?'/><author><name>stonegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191687466146856513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nEKXRwWHwLE/TD3Ply9X7aI/AAAAAAAAABA/dyi119k1JV4/S220/group+pic+2a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380853865126249913.post-2069749308815518657</id><published>2008-11-20T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T07:13:45.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Independent  Living</title><content type='html'>I had received a call from my friend Anne in KL this afternoon. She arrived at independent Living Centre around 8:30pm last night. She told me everything was going well. Besides that she could manage herself transfer to the toilet. But there only had two washrooms for ladies.  There were another four room mates share a room with her at upstairs. Unluckily the lift was under repair. So those maids needed to carry her up to her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne said may be some of us would not get use to the environment. For example: It was just like  an office.  There were around 40  disabled people or even more  stayed at the Centre.  They looked after themselves.  Three maids worked in the Centre. They would help those who were unable to take care of their own. One of the maid had become Anne personal  assistant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week Anne must admit in the hospital for three weeks. They will test her ability of independent. That mean's she will need to take care of herself. Without anybody help (As same as the training.)  The official will  try to apply a job for her after the test. I'll discover the place myself when I visit her next month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3380853865126249913-2069749308815518657?l=stonegirl-targetoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stonegirl-targetoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2069749308815518657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3380853865126249913&amp;postID=2069749308815518657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3380853865126249913/posts/default/2069749308815518657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3380853865126249913/posts/default/2069749308815518657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stonegirl-targetoflife.blogspot.com/2008/11/about-independent-loving.html' title='About Independent  Living'/><author><name>stonegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191687466146856513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nEKXRwWHwLE/TD3Ply9X7aI/AAAAAAAAABA/dyi119k1JV4/S220/group+pic+2a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380853865126249913.post-3324550146967185192</id><published>2008-11-18T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T00:31:26.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday</title><content type='html'>Last Sunda&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;y at 12pm. My friends and I had taken the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;hydraulic van&lt;/span&gt; to Queensbay Mall to celebrate my birthday. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;( It"s a taxi transport which has the wheelchair lift and other facilities  to support the disabled people) &lt;/span&gt;There were four of us including one of my friend maid Pitri. Each of us had to pay the amount of RM16.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were traveling on the road one of our friend Patrick who stayed close to the shopping complex. He had been shopping at the &lt;/span&gt;Queensbay  Mall for an hour before we arrive there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of them gave me a birthday present.  Surprisingly Patrick bought for me a bluetooth usb dongle in the complex. At first I thought I wanted to buy it myself. Chin Chin bought for me a facial form at Jusco.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can keep myself look more younger than my real age. Ha! Ha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Yin gave me a wonderful crystal bracelet that made by her aunt. I loved it so much. I felt embarase  because they had bought for me clothes in the early days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had our lunch meal in the Pizza Hut restaurant at the lower ground floor. There was an extremely cool air-conditioner until we almost freezing. In the time we were enjoying our food.  At the same time we chatted and joked with each other.  After we had finished our lunch. I wanted to treat them the lunch meal. But they refused to accept. So we ended up paid individually. Then we were shopping at the jusco hypermarket. This was the hypermarket Chin Chin bought a gift for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last we went to Borders at 1st floor to read some books until 5pm Around 5:10pm I called the  van driver came to fetch us. We waited for van at the main entrance in front of the complex. We went back around 5:30pm. I was glad to have fun with them.  I just thought if Anne was in Penang. Sure would have more fun. She unabled to celebrate with me because she had moved to Kuala Lumpur before the day of my birth. She had given me a present in the early days too.  I knew that I'll be going to visit her next month. But still felt sad without her at that moment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3380853865126249913-3324550146967185192?l=stonegirl-targetoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stonegirl-targetoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/3324550146967185192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3380853865126249913&amp;postID=3324550146967185192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3380853865126249913/posts/default/3324550146967185192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3380853865126249913/posts/default/3324550146967185192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stonegirl-targetoflife.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday'/><author><name>stonegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191687466146856513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nEKXRwWHwLE/TD3Ply9X7aI/AAAAAAAAABA/dyi119k1JV4/S220/group+pic+2a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380853865126249913.post-7170083203889952279</id><published>2008-10-30T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T22:25:24.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Change Of Life</title><content type='html'>Life in Kuala Lumpur is totally different from Penang.  In Penang I could on my business and get some income in monthly.  When I was free I could even go  out to window shopping with my friends. Besides that I was able to go out alone too.  Time was easy to pass as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have moved to the new place. How should I describe my new life, all I can say is back to square one. May be other people will feel weird of me. But it's really hard for me to get use in the new environment. What I can do now is to live with positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment  I really need to apply for a job that I"m able to manage it In this way can help me to get use in the new environment as soon as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3380853865126249913-7170083203889952279?l=stonegirl-targetoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stonegirl-targetoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/7170083203889952279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3380853865126249913&amp;postID=7170083203889952279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3380853865126249913/posts/default/7170083203889952279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3380853865126249913/posts/default/7170083203889952279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stonegirl-targetoflife.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-in-kuala-lumpur-is-totally.html' title='A Change Of Life'/><author><name>stonegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191687466146856513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nEKXRwWHwLE/TD3Ply9X7aI/AAAAAAAAABA/dyi119k1JV4/S220/group+pic+2a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380853865126249913.post-5295679698179441014</id><published>2008-06-21T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T07:26:31.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Foolish Girl Am I ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;It had been for sometimes, since I was last updated my blog. I’m still not sure which part I should begin now. Oh! I have found something to write. It was about the day my friends had a bet with me. It was really funny to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;One of my friend who name’s Patrick he works as a computer teacher in the Spastic Centre Association &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Of&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Penang. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was the last night of the school holidays. I chatted on Skype with Patrick and others two of my best friends Yin and Chin. Three of them worked in the same environment as well. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;All of the sudden Patrick told me, he would be on leave for another three weeks. Then I said you must be kidding that ‘s impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;At last he came out a suggestion! How&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;about we bet with you? I agreed with them I also deal the prizes with them. I felt they were full of confidence to win the prizes from me. At that moment I knew I would be lost to them. But I still curious why he could on leave for another three weeks or even more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Until the next evening Yin carelessly gave me some clues. She said Patrick couldn’t &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;eat this and that. Bingo! I found the reason that made sense. It was chicken pox he got. This reason I never thought before. I felt like a fool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Anyway I won’t regret for what I had decided because it was fun to me. I take this as an opportunity to make an announcement ,  I will be going to KL next month. In middle of July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3380853865126249913-5295679698179441014?l=stonegirl-targetoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stonegirl-targetoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/5295679698179441014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3380853865126249913&amp;postID=5295679698179441014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3380853865126249913/posts/default/5295679698179441014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3380853865126249913/posts/default/5295679698179441014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stonegirl-targetoflife.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-foolish-girl-am-i.html' title='What A Foolish Girl Am I ?'/><author><name>stonegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191687466146856513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nEKXRwWHwLE/TD3Ply9X7aI/AAAAAAAAABA/dyi119k1JV4/S220/group+pic+2a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3380853865126249913.post-2703909442206531967</id><published>2007-10-10T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T20:54:41.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think Before We Regret</title><content type='html'>Think before we say something. So we won't hurt our family and friends. Remember before we speak out don't be too harsh. But still have to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think before we do something. So we won't make mistake. After we had made mistake we must correct ourselves. Otherwise even a small mistake can also become a big mistake too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think first before we decide something. Thing's that  had decided and thing's that had happened wouldn't be change. Don't ever make such a foolish decision that will regret forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3380853865126249913-2703909442206531967?l=stonegirl-targetoflife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stonegirl-targetoflife.blogspot.com/feeds/2703909442206531967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3380853865126249913&amp;postID=2703909442206531967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3380853865126249913/posts/default/2703909442206531967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3380853865126249913/posts/default/2703909442206531967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stonegirl-targetoflife.blogspot.com/2007/10/think-before-we-regret.html' title='Think Before We Regret'/><author><name>stonegirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06191687466146856513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nEKXRwWHwLE/TD3Ply9X7aI/AAAAAAAAABA/dyi119k1JV4/S220/group+pic+2a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
