<?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-1714603674288323132</id><updated>2012-01-09T10:30:24.147+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Burmese Ruby Diary</title><subtitle type='html'>Experiences, thoughts, rants and raves of a Burmese American</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>807</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-8239200262138707818</id><published>2011-11-28T12:44:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T12:48:55.243+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sean and Shan right infront of May Flower!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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It is small but clean and produce good Thai breakfast. I like this hotel. NOT 5 stars but with 3. I like more of the hotel's reminder which is clearly written on the entrance door. It said, "If you are looking for the SEX tour you are not welcome by this hotel." Funny to see this kind of written in Thailand right? You can see lots of tourists from all over the world. Such a small hotel but doing well all year long even not allow the sex tourist!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anyway last Sunday I noticed that a good looking woman, I think she is in her late 40, was having breakfast mean while she was busy with hers iPad. She was obviously texting to someone because she typed and wait and she typed and wait and read. Sometime she smiled and sometime I can see she was having small laugh by herself. I was looking at her and said to myself, "Thank you Steve Job because of you people are having good time in the breakfast room in Bangkok."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I do my exercise in morning hour. Mostly around 830 am. Some weeks I play tennis or some weeks I do my power walk or some weeks I dance plus with Aerobic. You be surprise that I have been doing Aerobic for the last 20 years and I am good at it. I know Latin aerobic which is the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;There are beautiful houses around my condo here in Bangkok. Lots of White couple with children are renting those houses. Well I walked this morning and there was a young girl, for sure she is working for the foreigner, she was walking with 2 pug dogs. Some time I see one Japanese guy, a Filipino lady and this young girl. I see them almost every time I do my power walk. They do have different kind of dogs and sizes. And...... they all have iPhone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This young girl always carry the dog's doo doo bag and of course an iPhone. This morning I heard "ha ha ha ha ha", a loud laughing behind me. I turned my head and saw this girl who was talking on iPhone but man...... she was so happy. I said, "Thank you Steve see..... you made this girl very happy." She was so happy that she even forgot to collect her dog's @#$%!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Steve Job makes people so happy that our church need to remind to switch off the phone before the service. People are so in love with Steve's things that they even can not concentrate well to pray. They might forget to bring offering but never forget to bring their iPhone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Here my own husband laying down in the bed with my iPad and has this huge smile which is rare to see in normal daily time but with iPad every thing around him is in PEACE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I do like my iPhone and my iPad but not CRAZILY in love. I know my time. Yes there is a time to sleep, a time to eat, a time to sale some Gems or a time to relax. Most of all a time to pray. For me all these thing won't last long. I also knew that all these Steve's toys won't give me lasting JOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;May I finish with this..................... it is from my Daily inspirations for Women!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sometimes life here on earth can be complicated, demanding, and busy. When the demands of life leave us rushing from place to place with scarcely a moment to spare, we may fail to pause and say a word of thanks for all the good things we've received. But when we fail to count our blessings, we rob ourselves of the happiness, the peace, and the gratitude that should rightfully be ours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today, even if you're busily engaged in life, slow down long enough to start counting your blessings. You won't be able to count them all, but take a few moments to jot down as many as you can. Then give thanks to the Giver of all good things: God. His love for you is eternal, and His gifts are plentiful. It's never too soon - or too late - to offer him thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Here are my some blessing not from Steve Job but for me without a doubt from my GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- A healthy new liver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- A grandmother who is 96 but her brain is till fit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- A nice looking son. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- My daily bread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- My happy friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- A husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- A good set of parent in laws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- ta ta ta ta ta ta..................... list will goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yes my life is up and down but my God is never up and down. He is the master of the beginning and the end. I love you God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-1676399246413756528?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/1676399246413756528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=1676399246413756528' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/1676399246413756528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/1676399246413756528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/10/happiness-of-steve-job.html' title='The Happiness of Steve Job'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-4168388707708277717</id><published>2011-10-05T16:20:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T20:48:46.686+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;strong&gt; am sad. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lately I have heard who and who are divorcing. Who and who are separating. Who and who are fighting for the money because they do not love each other nor can't live together anymore. Sad isn't it? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now the strange thing is..... the couples who I think going to divorce are still in attache and the nice, fun and LOOK loving couples are divorcing! Worst than natural disaster. Don't you think so? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;After me myself marrying for 20 years, somehow I do understand that thing can be changed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have lots of questions myself too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As you all know that Catholic do not recognize the "Divorce" but too bad, some Catholic couples are divorcing. I was raise as Baptise but now when you ask me who am I? I will say I am "Christian". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Who ever believe in God the father, God the son and the Holy Spirit, they are my Christian fellows. Now.... do not misunderstood me. I have lots of friends who are not Christian but I do love them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OK back to divorce. According to Matthew 19 in News Testament, yes you can divorce. This is what I understand about Divorce if I am wrong please correct me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here it is. OUR God did not say "Divorce". In fact God said, "When you become a couple..... husband, you own the wife body same as wife, you won your husband body. Leave your father and mother and become one flash together."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;From my little read, divorce law is from Moses, is that right? Moses said, "Because of your hardness of your heart you can divorce." ( I am not so perfect about Bible but hope it is true that the way I understand).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In Matthew 19 said, " if one of you is committed adultery you can divorce!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now I wanted to talk about is ADULTERY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As you all know that ADULTERY means.... a married couple, one is having extra sex with extra people. I do not know what kind of wives can put up with their husbands who are having fun with the others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me, oh NO NO for me. I am not the Hillery Clinton. I am sorry I do not have that kind of sharing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now see this, some couples, the third party are not involved but still they are divorcing. I have learnt or see or feel that some facts which can cause the divorce. No joking folks some little things can be build up. Here they are....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. If you slam about your husband/wife in the public often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. Husband or wife who did not look at your own mate as the years that you dating to her/him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. Lost your respect each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. Husband/wife who think their partner can forgive every thing what they do. ie: husband who sleep with dirty underwear. Let your mate feel so sick to look at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. Husband/wife who talk to other so sweet but to their own mate their faces turn into sour face or frown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. Husband/wife who makes their mate feel unwanted. Mean time drooling every where.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. Husband/wife who let their mate feel so little. Put the mate down in public or without public.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8. Husband/wife who provoke their mate all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9. Husband/wife who teach you "unconditional love" but do not exercise nor practice it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10. Husband/wife who never realize that your mate need not only quality time but also quantity time too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11. Husband/wife who put works infront of family, own child and own mate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;See above all of those facts can leads you to the Parting Road without third party!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Parting is not good but for some one there is no choice????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-4168388707708277717?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/4168388707708277717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=4168388707708277717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/4168388707708277717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/4168388707708277717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/10/parting.html' title='Parting'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-304796206582993591</id><published>2011-09-28T15:45:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T17:20:13.796+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Know your own body</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;On the flight from Dubai to Bangkok, I was starting to feel pain at right side of my face. I was thinking may be, an old age migraine. From 1 to 10, my pain was 4, so I can handle it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Arrived in Bangkok the pain went up to 6 after long flight. Now this right side of my face pain was running from my jaw to my ear and from my ear to my eye then from my eye to my head. Remember the pain was only one side of my face. It disturbed my sleep too. I was hoping please this is NOT a tumor in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My US liver coordinator said I should check with ear doctor. I also thought this might be from my earache. Said to myself, damn I am having real bad ears problem. So made an appointment with ears and throat doctor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Your ears are clean and your throat is fine." This I got told by the ears and throat doctor. Good new is I am clean in ears and throat but the bad news is where is this real pain come from?? The ears and throat doctor reffered me to Neurologist!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Did you do computer alot?" the Neurologist asked me. I said, "A lot! I do not know what you mean alot but I like computer." Then he pressed at the back of my ear. Wow I felt so painful. The pain went up to 8 after he pressed me that point. He said, "I have lots of patients like your case. Relax and do not do computer so much. Rest!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Neurologist even explained to me that some patients did not know the different between tooth pain and nerve pain. They thought it was tooth problem and they yank off the tooth, some time 2 teeth and then they said ooop mistake it was a nerve problem. I was thinking, Oh my whatever...... what a mistake!!! Lost a tooth or teeth!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Neurologist gave me Neuron TIN, Deanxit and another pill start with letter N but I forgot. OK he gave me 3 kinds of medicine to take. I did take 4 days and the pain subsided but at my jaw point, I still felt a little pain. Say level 2 pain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Then after a week, my pain attacked me again at level 9 pain. This time I can't sleep, I can't eat. I yelled and cried 2 times. Even my Ativan can't help me. OK I am not Ativan lover. I use it only emergency. Like when I fly or can't sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;4 days ago this question hited me. I was thinking, if this is the pain from nerve why ONLY one tooth pain. Should be pain right side of all my teeth or at least 2 teeth. Smart me and I decided to see the Dentist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I like my Dentist from XXX hospital. He is as tall as I am 5'2". OK to be kind, I should say he is 5'3". His hair cut is neat. He dresses well. He knows what he is doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Please can you distinguishes between a tooth pain cause by nerve or by other cases?" This is the first question I throwed at him. He said,"lets me have a look!" He checked and said, "Need X Ray!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You know what happening to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My last tooth of the right side, it is infected and yes it's can gives you pain one side of your face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;5 hours ago my Dentist did a root canal on it. The pain were gone. Go went and gone! Sometime you shoud know your own body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-304796206582993591?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/304796206582993591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=304796206582993591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/304796206582993591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/304796206582993591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/09/know-your-own-body.html' title='Know your own body'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-5892880153914281350</id><published>2011-09-19T10:49:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T10:43:11.847+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Washington DC-JFK-Dubai-Bangkok</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Boarded on Jet Blue flight from Dallas to JFK. Short trip so I booked Economy class. As you all know that short flight, that's mean the plane is not big. I flied at the back of the plane with full of people. There was no one seat available. Yes......, I did feel like a Sardine fish in the can. The plane was delayed for 2 hours because there was no plane to take us and our plane was in Orlando. That's I got told!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sat on the plane for long minutes for take off. The weather was bad, raining all week in around Washington DC. There was no Sun but rain and rain and rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well After sat too long in the plane I told the Jet Blue Air Stewardess that I want to get out no use to fly as my next Emirate flight is schedule to take out 11 PM. The schedule is too tight for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jet blue Air Stewardesses are old but with beautiful harted and said to me , "let me inform to the ground staff if you wanted to get out!". I said to her, "Oh please I want to get out. I feel so crowed and late for the next flight". I did want to get out because 1. Was raining. 2. I will never make it as one of my luggage is in the belly of the Jet blue plane. Pick up the luggage and check in the Emirate flight which is located next building also. I Knew I will never make it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A ground stuff who is not white, not black, no yellow but brown came to me with farted face and said, "You can't get out we are going to pull out." I said, "What do you mean the the door is still open and still attached with that tube why I can't go out. I do not care loosing my ticket." That Brownie woman was so ugly and said to me, "No we are going to pull out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well my complaint did something good because yes... the Brownie woman rushed out from the plane so fast and pull the tube off. I said to myself, "Well like it or not I am going to fly in this freaking RAIN!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I said a short prayer, "Lord let me be back to Bangkok please.!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Flying since the day I was born but this is the only time that Jet Blue took off with so much power, so much faster felt like they shooted me off to the sky. Did I scare? Oh Yes so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The flight was 45 minutes only but let me tell ya, I was not feeling like flying but feeling like a horse ridding. Actually ridding on the CRAZY horse!!!!! so much bumping. Was a bad fly but it touched down at the JFK though. I do not like Jet Blue they are cheap and small!!!! Actually I do not like the way that Brownie talked to me. Remember the customer always right :)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When I arrive at the JFK, the time was 10:30pm! My next flight is 11 pm. I said, poop, I have only 30 minutes. Waited for 10minutes for my luggage but it was not show up. Ran to the Jet blue service counter, I told the big woman there.."Please keep my luggage I am going to the next flight without it but send it to Bangkok the next day please." The big woman said, "Yeah!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Arrive Emirate counter 10:45 pm, again I met another Brownie Guy! I said to myself oh goosh not Brownie again. He said to me, "The door is close?" I said, "What do you mean I still have 15 minutes!" Of course the Brownie guy said "NO, come tomorrow at 9am. You go 11 am flight to Dubai". After he saw my ticket as I fly "Good Class", the Brownie Guy tone softer. I can't remember much what I told him but I know I was nasty. I do feel that some of the ground staff at the airport if they have to do a little extra work, they are freaking lazy. Do not look for the LOVE from those people it never will see the LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I felt so tired, so helpless and so angry. Well I know now I have to find a hotel in New York. Went to the Hotel service counter, I was told, "Yes we do have a room at JFK International Airport Hotel, soon to be Hilton. Total around 250$!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Arrived at the hotel at 12:30pm. At the check in counter there was only one man, NO joking another Brownie man (Indian guy), about 55 year old was working ALONE with long line. Luckily I was the third person to check in. Royal Air Jordon flight was late so they all got the coupon to stay free same as I stay but they have coupon, I have credited card!!! The @#$%^&amp;amp; Jet Blue no pay me coupon at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have one problem. After long day I need a new clean underwear. Bad new is my luggage was not with me. By the way the room was very nice. Good material sheet with 6 pillows room. Bath room was great so I took long hot shower. Felt so beautiful!!!! So Fresh and clean!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Talked to myself... I am going to wash my underwear as Jackie Chan said he did the same too. Washed it then I thought I should iron in case my underwear is not dry on time for the next morning. Put it on the iron board and I ironed it. Right away my underwear got stick on the face of IRON!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Too tired and did not realized that my underwear is made out of part of it nylon and part of it Cotton. The nylon part got burned and I came home all the way to Bangkok an underwear with a big hole on the back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The flight to Dubai and to Bangkok, it was beautiful flight. I like Air Emirate. I really do. Huge plane I flied on the upper deck with the bar at the back of the plane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Back to Bangkok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am thankful for the safe trip back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-5892880153914281350?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/5892880153914281350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=5892880153914281350' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/5892880153914281350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/5892880153914281350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/09/washington-dc-jfdk-dubai-bangkok.html' title='Washington DC-JFK-Dubai-Bangkok'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-1426198785987683444</id><published>2011-07-23T19:52:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T19:53:56.007+07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 23th  I went fishing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-61KCinjhGzE/TirEGTRvD6I/AAAAAAAACXM/5MmRhgatVZI/s1600/IMG_0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-61KCinjhGzE/TirEGTRvD6I/AAAAAAAACXM/5MmRhgatVZI/s320/IMG_0126.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-1426198785987683444?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/1426198785987683444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=1426198785987683444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/1426198785987683444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/1426198785987683444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/07/july-23th-i-went-fishing.html' title='July 23th  I went fishing'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-61KCinjhGzE/TirEGTRvD6I/AAAAAAAACXM/5MmRhgatVZI/s72-c/IMG_0126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-8116366593001700731</id><published>2011-07-21T12:02:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T12:58:51.847+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoght for today</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I wake up and some how I was thinking about Pastor's responsibilities and who should be a Pastor. Well it was in my thought for today! How it came into my head? I have no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;By now you all know that I am a Christian. I love my God, I really do. Am I perfect? No, not at all. I am a struggle Christian too. I have my own up and down days. I want to be a good mother, a good wife, a good friend and a good person. Above of all, I wanted to be a good Christ's follower. I think I will never be a perfect person though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Every where I go, somehow I find a church to worship with other believers. I like to go to the Church. Some said, "Well I can pray at home." It's TRUE but think about this... if we, Christians, all pray at home then lets see where this Christianity will go to??? No Churches, No Pastors, No Preachers, NO Rev., No fellowship and No nothing at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Talking about Pastors, I notice that all Pastors or Preachers, they sermons different ways. Some Pastors like to shares What God's love is and How much God loves us. But others will preach us about what hell and punishments is. Some will guide us in many ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have heard many many sermons in different countries by different Pastors. But I never heard of, What and How and Who the Pastor is? I wish to hear sometime about what a good Pastor is. I am curious and I starting to google it. I search...."When and how a Pastor faces the failer?" Oh yes you have to read about the failer then see what is not a failer should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;We all want to be our own Pastors to be perfect. Again this will never be! A Pastor is a human being too. One thing for sure that.... "I do not like an arrogant Pastor". " I like a Pastor who should be a face with full of love to all his congregation."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anyway I share the following article which I like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Have a good read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paulchappell.com/2011/05/11/3-preachers-who-should-quit/"&gt;3 Preachers Who Should Quit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-8116366593001700731?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/8116366593001700731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=8116366593001700731' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/8116366593001700731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/8116366593001700731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-thoght-for-today.html' title='My thoght for today'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-261295311164418110</id><published>2011-07-05T09:12:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T09:44:30.524+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Various Talks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am leaving to USA very soon. I just waiting for my best health before I get on the plane. There will be lab work on 7th of July and then vaccine then get on the plane.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;By the blessing, my lab works have been getting better each test. Today is my Predisone last day. Just took it and hope will kiss good bye to this crazy pills but good to us and did a wonder job to us too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;To all the transplant folks, please take care of the priceless gifts that we are having. Acute or not acute rejection, it is painful to face. Emotionally sometime I can't take it because thinking that I am going to die. Honestly I will tell you that there were days which I cried for not wanting to take pills anymore but I can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;As you all know, we are getting new Prime Minister in Thailand. A big change!!!This one is a female. I am so happy that there was not trouble and peaceful election till today. I think people should give her a chance and see how her works are. For you all to understand easily, I should say yes... the red is taking the position.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A big change is ahead of me too as my son is taking off to USA for further study. At home me and my husband, two of us will be left over in Bangkok. I will be talkless?? My husband goes to office 6 to 6, again I say not 9 to 5 it is 6 to 6!!! Well he is happy with it so I have nothing to say. Now on if he is happy I will shut my mouth. I might travel abit next year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I would like to end this blog with my devotional time reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The sadness that companies any significant loss is and inevitable part of lie. In time sadness runs its course and gradually abates. Depression, on the other hand, is a physical and emotional condition that is, in almost all cases, treatable with medication and counseling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Some days are light and happy, and some days are not. when we face the dark days of life, we must choose how we will respond. We bring light to those dark days by turning first to God and then to trusted family members, Friends, and medical professionals. When we do, the clouds will eventually part and the sun will shine once more in our souls."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"I have heard your prayer, I have see your tears. Look, I will heal you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2 Kings 20:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am praying often that God will heal us. I do my parts and trust that God will taking care of me. 5 years now I am free of cancer because of God's mercy. I say agian, without God's mercy I die 5 years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-261295311164418110?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/261295311164418110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=261295311164418110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/261295311164418110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/261295311164418110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/07/various-talks.html' title='Various Talks'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-485738918540077524</id><published>2011-06-22T09:56:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T10:18:34.757+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shocking News</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I live in Thailand. I love this place because as other big city, we have so many stories to tell. Now this story which I am going to tell is TRUE and it is shocking news for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I have this very tiny business which is dealing with Gem, mostly from Burma. I do have some people who love to show me nice gems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;There is mother and daughter team from Chantaburi who I deal with the finishing jewellery also. Should say I deal with them for the setting project. Their works are neat and tidy. Good looking jewellery they produce for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Last week I called them as I am leaving to USA soon so I need some jewellery for presents. Met the mother and daughter, bought some rings from them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The daughter's boy friend is a Chinese Men from China. Kind of a man who provided her cash to do the jewellery business. They have been dating for 8 months and the girl starting to complain about her sex life with this China men. She said, "Wired we have been dating for 8 months and no sex at all. He even not try!!" She is starting to wonder that the guy just loves her as simple way. She said, "Why he is giving me money for my business without SEX??" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;OK here I have no idea what is happening I just listen . By only business, I knew both of them. You no need to ask questions but people in the Gem business they talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well 5 days ago someone call and said to me the China Men is in ICU and in coma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What happened was the guy has a problem with his manhood. Finally he decided to go buy Viagra for to try his manhood life but poor thing after 10 minutes he went straight into coma. He is still in the hospital for 2 weeks now. In Coma!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The doctor said, "The man did not check his health situation and he has very high cholesterol. High cholesterol and Viagra and the SEX did not work together."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am so sorry and yes it is shocking news for me because I have never heard such news before in my life!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Watch out when you take VIAGRA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-485738918540077524?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/485738918540077524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=485738918540077524' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/485738918540077524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/485738918540077524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/06/shocking-news.html' title='Shocking News'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-7547977625308684710</id><published>2011-06-20T16:55:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T11:56:48.169+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resume</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Where am I going to start? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;OK back to 6 weeks ago I was in up north picked up my grand mother who was very sick by the earthquake. She was 7 days straight to the hospital for injection because of not eating, was keep saying, "I am dying!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Took her back to Chiang Mai. I had to stop there for awhile again because she was in the hospital for a day. Vomiting from both sides end. After all that, we were resting in the hotel for 4 nights and then flew her into Bangkok. Fed her, taking care of her and then yearly check up in Samitivij Hospital. Guess what? She is healthy like a hog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nothing wrong or bad in her body. God bless and so thankful! For 95 years old lady who never ever been to the Gynecologist nor any specialist doctors, this is very good. Sometime the gift of God is beyound my understanding. Tell me if this is not a blessing for us who we said, we are Christians??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I was busy running after my grand mother and then back to Bangkok ran to do my routing blood work. Bad news, my liver enzine height up. My ALP, AST and ALT were triple up! Strange though I look good and nothing look wrong. The doctor said, "You are having acute rejection." Freak me out!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I do not understand well but I did understand what is "rejection" is. Of course I was sooooo scare. Then doctor told me I am very lucky because I did not turn in to Yellow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The doctor put me Predisone which I calls "Crazy Medicine". How crazy? You can only know when you are taking it or them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The doctor said, my body suddenly recognize that I have foreign organ. Well I do not feel as foreign organ but for sure every day I know there is something originally not from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Let me tell you something about this Predisone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My son has this very annoying attitude which is when he comes home he takes off his socks and throw into the air. The socks can be landed all over my TV room with this smelly odor. Well before I can ignore it as the maids help me to pick up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But last week as I am on Predisone, without a blink I pick up the ruler and smash him in the back for the reason of smelly socks. I felt so horrible because which I did not do nor behave like this at all. Then I was crying and apologizing to my son. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Then the other one is, one night I wake up like short of oxygen. Strange dreamed that King David said he has to stay in my body!!! Can you believe it?? Yes believe it. You never have such dream in your life but Predisone can give you the most wired dream you never face it before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now for a month I am doing blood work every 4 days and my last lab result was the best. Under control!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sometime I do have the following questions to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-How I am going live my life without fear? Mean this the word of LIVER TRANPLANT PATIENT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-How could I face if the cancer is return?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-Do we all die one day, don't we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-Why I can't never go back to the old HELEN who is very happy person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-I do not want to take all these medicine anymore and can I? NO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-Oh so many questions???????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Then when all these crazy thought comes I just said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Depend on the Lord and his strength; always go to him for help. Remember the miracles he has done;remember his wonders and his decisions."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Psalm 105:4-5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Live move on. I know what is right and worng for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thanks God that I am still with Robins and Shan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-7547977625308684710?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/7547977625308684710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=7547977625308684710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/7547977625308684710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/7547977625308684710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/06/resume.html' title='Resume'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-2981882741959599310</id><published>2011-05-11T08:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T08:31:36.653+07:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 Thailand Vacation Slideshow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tripwow.tripadvisor.com/tripwow/ta-017c-468e-8237?at=1"&gt;2008 Thailand Vacation Slideshow&lt;/a&gt;: "TripAdvisor™ TripWow ★ 2008 Thailand Vacation Slideshow ★ to Thailand and Christmas. Stunning free travel slideshows on TripAdvisor"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-2981882741959599310?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://tripwow.tripadvisor.com/tripwow/ta-017c-468e-8237?at=1' title='2008 Thailand Vacation Slideshow'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/2981882741959599310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=2981882741959599310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/2981882741959599310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/2981882741959599310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/05/2008-thailand-vacation-slideshow.html' title='2008 Thailand Vacation Slideshow'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-4925755208493057508</id><published>2011-05-03T09:55:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T11:47:49.257+07:00</updated><title type='text'>19 year of my marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;May 10th 1992 I married to the man who I like very much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;May 15th 1992 our reception was at one of the best hotes in the world (at that year!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Today is May 4th which means my 19 year of married to this one man is approaching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;How am I going to celebrate this my remarkable years of marrying to one man, one time of my life??? Lets see my "like to do" lists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-I want to give a huge reception at one of the best hotels in Bangkok BUT I can't, I have to save the money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-I want to go to Monaco and playing Poker BUT I can't, I have to save the money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-I want to cruise along Alaska BUT I can't, I have to save the money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-I want to go Marce in French by the beach for one week BUT I can't, I have to save the money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-I want to go Scandinavia, stay on the mountain in a nice cottage with full of flowers BUT I can't, I have to save the money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-I want to go around the world with Shan BUT I can't, I have to save the money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now let me do this... think positively!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-He is a nice man enough to married me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-He is not drunked nor smelly smoker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-He provide me not as Bill Gate but I can get what I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-He is not screwing around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-He never beat me up, not one time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-He is not a show off nor branded clother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-He eats what I put on the table, not bitch or I should say not complain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-He is not laughter but good listener.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-He is not fighting around with people as I do sometime when people screw me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-He take patiently even people insult him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-He has money but do not want no one knows. Humble???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-He heps taking care of my grand mama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now let see what happen after 19 year of marriage....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;He fall in love with computers and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I fall in love with Face book and Twitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Let me finish with this. It is from my devotional book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"The Bible makes it clear: love and commitment are to be intertwined. That's specially necessary in a marriage relationship. Unfortunately, we live in a world where marriage vows are taken too lightly. Too many couple are far too quick to push the panic button- or the eject button- and the results are both predictable and unfortunate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When we vow to love our partner "till death do us part," we must take that promise seriously. And we'd better be willing to do the hard work required to make the marriage last.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you are a married woman (or if you are thinking becoming one), please take the advice of Proverbs 3:3 seriously. Writ the words love and faithfulness on the table of your heart. And be sure to use permanent ink!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let love and faithfulness never leave you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Write them on the tablet of your heart. Proverbs 3:3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gloria Pitzer said, "Marriages may be made in heaven, but a lot of the details have to be worked out here on earth!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My prayer....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Dear God, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thank you for guiding me to this 19 year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Amen."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-4925755208493057508?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/4925755208493057508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=4925755208493057508' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/4925755208493057508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/4925755208493057508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/05/19-year-of-my-marriage.html' title='19 year of my marriage'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-7776538507606061728</id><published>2011-04-25T08:23:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T17:15:07.117+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Where I am going to start? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-Yes flied up to see my grandmother. I am glad I did it because my grand mother was in bed, refused to eat. She was 7 days straight dripped in to get going on only. Anyway I took her back to Bangkok and now by the blessing she is doing well. One day she was ended up in the Chaing Mai hospital also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I had to yell at her a bit or talk sweet to her or explain it why she needs to eat. 4 weeks ago she was talking only about that she is going to die. Now she looks like fully watered Sunflower and.... I look like dead flower!! I am emotionally drained up too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Let me firmly to share with you this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My grandmother getting better not only because of medicine. Yes, the medicine is needed but being around her is the best medicine for her. She eats because I eat with her, she walks because I walks with her, she talks because I ask questions but honestly I said, all these need lots of patient and mostly "LOVE".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In Bible said... Above of everything 'Love' is the most important. True!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Love has many ways of loving truly love, brotherly love, platonic love, even lusting love... they all make you feel good don't you? Am I wrong?? Well I am not sure about lusting love. This love might make you feel good in a certain time then one might kill the other sooner or later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-Then my brother and his girlfriend is visiting to me at this moment when I am blogging this blog. They are from Germany and are leaving to Elephants world today. Surprisingly I found out that they can't eat hot and do not like any Asian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Food! What a waste?? Tell me who do not like Thai food?? Only...hummmmmm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;- I am stop myself as being Church Council members. Not any other reason but I decided that I shouldn't be there till I feel that I am good enough to work with. I told the Pastor that I will help anytime if the church needs me and I will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am asking this.. how could I be a church council when at home I am not even a happy person?? How could I help other when at home I can't help to no one??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I guess I want to be a sincere person first than I should be at the Church council members. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-I must stop here as I need to go see my eye doctor. I am having this a black spot floating left side of my eyes. By the way... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Happy Easter to you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Helen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-7776538507606061728?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/7776538507606061728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=7776538507606061728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/7776538507606061728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/7776538507606061728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/04/everything.html' title='Everything'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-3274080987874267315</id><published>2011-04-04T16:22:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T16:24:36.274+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am flying to Chaing Mai very soon. My Grandma is not doing well since the quake rocked not so far from her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Please pray for her and me too please. I trust, prayer works!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-3274080987874267315?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/3274080987874267315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=3274080987874267315' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/3274080987874267315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/3274080987874267315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-am-flying-to-chaing-mai-very-soon.html' title='Flying'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-6349412766723275132</id><published>2011-03-31T08:25:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T10:06:07.997+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Punishment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 or 5 days ago, I got a call from my friend who is living in Canada. She was telling me that how the world is turning into chaos. Then said, with all these, she is feeling that Our Jesus Christ is coming soon. More over she said she heard the event will be in this year. I listened and just said, "On one know beside God!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;NOTE: My friend is the only Christian of her Buddish family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I firmly do believe in the second coming of Christ. No matter how much you said you are a Christian but if you do not believe in "Christ returning to us", you are not a Christian. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do not believe in that someone said she or he know &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; the date of our Lord is coming. Because in the Bible said, "No one know exactly the date beside God and our God as human flash, Jesus Christ." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Before Christ was taken into heaven, when the disciples asked , " &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What will be the sign was your coming, and at the end of age??" (Matthew 24:3&lt;/span&gt;) and this is what Christ said, " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nation will rise against Nation, and kingdom against kingdom. There will be great earth quakes, famines and pestilences in various places and fearful events and great signs from heaven." (Luck 21:10).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also read same Christ said in Mathew 24, Mark 13 and Luke 21. 3 disciples had written about the same record!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One thing to my very interesting is....after our Christ Resurrection, He was still living on earth for 40 + days. On those 40 + days, surprisingly no one can't harm him, mock him , against him nor abuse him. How I know? I read the bible and the bible did not mention any of those.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The other day I saw a title some where and the article said.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Does Japan punishment by God?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Some said, YES and some said, NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is my answer: I do not know. Honestly I answer it, I don't know!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am not angel nor not dare to put my mind in our GOD's place. God is so much higher than me and even my best idea can't compare any of our GOD's plans at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my prayer: "Our Heavenly God, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what is happenning around on this earth, Please guides me and leads me to live under thy sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ name,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-6349412766723275132?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/6349412766723275132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=6349412766723275132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/6349412766723275132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/6349412766723275132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/03/purnishment.html' title='Punishment'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-1296748332883776872</id><published>2011-03-28T07:06:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T07:50:55.301+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quake and my Grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Last week, I think on Thursday night, our building was swinging for 30 t0 40 seconds. My passed experience of huge quake in Indonesia, I knew it this might be an earthquake not small but big quake. Also knew that it might be not far from us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The epicenter was very close to Thai and Burmese border. Some said 7 but some said 6.8 R. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Robins, Shan and my part time helper, we all ran down to the ground floor. I told everyone OUT!! My cook was sleeping. We ran but she slept over the quake. We came up she said to us, "What happen??" I told her, "Nothing!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second house is nothing happened but my grand mama got sick. The quake got her real scare. I am sending my cook to my grandma to taking care of her for awhile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My grandma is my role model!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday and Saturday, my grand ma was so sick but on Sunday she was in the Church. She told her pastor to pick her up and said to him, "Sundday is my Church day and I have to go pray. Please pick me up!" The Pastor did pick up my Gma. Thank you pastor!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was in the hospital on Saturday evening. The doctor took X ray and did the blood test. Her bone, her mind are still good but the blood test show she got some virus in the Kidney. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to the doctor by phone and the doctor said my Gma needs antibiotic injection for 7 days. Have you ever heard antibiotic injection??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got into google and found out the yes they do have antibiotic injection for human and also for the fish!! You search under "Antibiotic injection", you can read all kind of ta ta ta ta ta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very thankful for my grandma is getting better and my house is still pretty too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thought and prayers are with the quake vitims. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-1296748332883776872?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/1296748332883776872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=1296748332883776872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/1296748332883776872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/1296748332883776872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/03/quake-and-my-grandma.html' title='Quake and my Grandma'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-6468856946431320120</id><published>2011-03-24T08:28:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T09:11:58.408+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Blessing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two reasons I wanted to go back to USA. The first reason, very soon my son is going to boarding school and I wanted to be close by him. The second reason, I like my mother in law and she just lost her husband. I do feel for her and thinking that old lady should not be a lone or lonely. Oh yes she has help. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Two reasons I wanted to stay in Bangkok. The first reason is, Robins loves his job in here. The second reason, I am thinking about my grand mother. Seeing her is a joyful moment and leaving her is a misery for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My husband got an job offered by XXXX, as the CEO position. The good news is they are going to pay my insurance. As I mentioned in my last blog, the insurance can screw you and can push you in the corner which can cause you suffocation. The insurance can make you angry woman, ugly woman, screaming woman and bitching woman. You lists all the bad feeling and the lists will never end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I was once suffer the suffocation by the insurance. We were still paying for 65,000US$ per year but 95,000US$ per year is getting very very suffocation and if I keep paying them I will be closed to eat nothing but crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Above of all, "The Insurance" is getting into the center point! In life sometime the decision is depend on not your feeling but on what is good for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Double blessing??? Yes... Robins got stay in Thailand and he gives me a Green light to buy a house as I want in USA. (Yes, we have one house but this house is reserved for our son.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Double blessing??? Yessssss, I want one insurance but God blesses me with 2 insurance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Thank you to my Lord Jesus Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTE: You think I am crazy because of the love that I have to my Lord Christ, let me be the most craziest woman in this world!! Let me be and I am OK for that. I love you my Christ till I depart from this world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-6468856946431320120?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/6468856946431320120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=6468856946431320120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/6468856946431320120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/6468856946431320120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/03/double-blessing.html' title='Double Blessing!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-5831631253523839511</id><published>2011-03-23T07:21:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T10:49:41.909+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Khun Helen you are fat!!!".... is the way my liver doctor's nurse greeting me yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Am I mad? Not at all. I am now 55 kilos (121 lbs, is this fat weight??), but I said that to her, "Well I can still see my big toe so I think I am not that fat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I did my blood works 2 days ago and then in the afternoon I saw the kidney doctor and liver doctor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am doing well except my Prograf (Immune Suppressor pill), is now hitting my kidney. Kidney normal function range is (0-150), mine is now 225. For that reason I talked to kidney doctor yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Is your urine cloudy?"... is one of the questions from my kidney doctor. I said, " I saw bubble but cloudy or not I have no idea." Now on I have to look at my urine and check that "going to rain or not?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;May I remind you all..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If your urine is cloudy please go see the kidney doctor!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My kidney doctor said I am still OK at 225. Said very very very mild case only. I asked, "Which level you think my kidney is getting sick?" He answered, " 500-1000!". Then I asked this again, "In this case why can't we say the normal range for kidney function is 1-500????" No answer though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Kidney doctor said, if I hit level 3000 I have to do the kidney biopsy. One thing he telling me was,..... in my case to reach level 1000 to 3000 is, may be after 30 years. 30 years!!!!! Where will I be after 30 years??? Only my God knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Beside this I am doing well. I have nothing to complain as I am living 5 years full of life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Any way in June I am going back to USA. I am talking on skype with my liver coordinator and see what I should do. May be I might see the Kidney doctor in University of Florida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To change the subject.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I was up north at my second house for 9 days. I did have a good time with my grandma. The care taker of my Gma left without notice. I was mad and worry about 95 years old lady at home alone. I went up and got a new care taker for her. We got one and she is 58 years old. Her name is "Boo Neer". I do have two problems with her. One, I have a hard time to call her name. Two, She talks too much. (Can you imagine if I say she talks too much knowing that me, myself talk alots too.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It was real cold up north of Thailand. It was 7 t0 12 C for 2 days. The cold came with rain. I can't go out nor shopping. So I stayed at home eating and talking to my grandma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;One day my Gma was mad at me for just touching her comb which is made out of turtle back bone. She told me not to touch it again and said, it is antique!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To change the subject..................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;One very very happy news is... I got back my Insurance. I am so thankful to my God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I lost my insurance for 4 months as they were asking 95,000 US$ for this year, 2011. My husband and I talked and we decided that we are not going to pay that much money to that SUCKER!!!$%^&amp;amp;*()$#@ #$%^%^&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;For 10 years I was paying to this insurance, the sucker took it happily and the minutes I got hit by the cancer and got the new liver, the sucker increased the insurance almost 100% each year. How could they do this to any one???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;One thing I am still thanks to the SUCKER is....., they paid my liver transplant fee which was huge payment. At lease something was good from the SUCKER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To change the subject..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I do pray. I do pray as I did not have insurance anymore. BUT I did not ask to my God to give or to help me back my insurance. Beside, I do believe in that there is nothing impossible with my Christ if you truly loves him. I just pray..."Dear God, I put my insurance in thy hands." That's it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My God never promises me that I am not going to die but God said, "Who ever believe in me shall be safe!". I also know that if my day comes, it's thy will too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tell me who's not going to die???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;4 months I have been praying. I know in deep down in my heart that it is going to be very difficult for us without insurance and... I do not want to give our money to the SUCKER any more too. I am not stupid and also I am not BILL GATE's wife either. My medicine and my constant checking up and follow up is so expensive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My husband was nice to me and said, "We will insurance by ourself. I trust in God. If anything happen to you, I will do my best. If we broke we broke!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now by the blessing we got what we want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thank you very much my GOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If you are walking toward Jesus to the best of your ability, he will see you through life's unpredictable waters-----but you must risk launching the boat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;." said, Patsy Clairmont.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-5831631253523839511?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/5831631253523839511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=5831631253523839511' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/5831631253523839511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/5831631253523839511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/03/everything.html' title='Everything'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-685573477180555151</id><published>2011-03-05T16:02:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T16:04:05.364+07:00</updated><title type='text'>UF Cocktail in my house</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F6qIMZJIv7U/TXF_zl6r3WI/AAAAAAAACUs/FMHh_cJfYCU/s1600/IMG_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F6qIMZJIv7U/TXF_zl6r3WI/AAAAAAAACUs/FMHh_cJfYCU/s400/IMG_0022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-671816665511186299?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/671816665511186299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=671816665511186299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/671816665511186299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/671816665511186299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/03/uf2-cocktail.html' title='UF2 Cocktail'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F6qIMZJIv7U/TXF_zl6r3WI/AAAAAAAACUs/FMHh_cJfYCU/s72-c/IMG_0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-8232791623198960799</id><published>2011-03-03T16:27:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T21:16:43.520+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I should say we did it than I did it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;The fund raising for the Project Thailand of University of Florida is over and finished. The cocktail party for them was so fun. Met the new and future doctors, also one old doctor. Old doctor means..., he has been a doctor for many years ago. This year according to Dr. Kevin they are 20 people from University of Florida, came to Thailand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;The vaccines were bought already. Cost us 165,000 baht and the good news is we still left over money which we can use it for the next year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Some brought their envelopes along in the night of cocktail party. On that night we received 18,000 baht more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;We raised total 220,000 baht!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I feel so good for what we did. I am so thankful for these doctors are going on the mountain. I am so happy for the mountain children who are taking care by good doctors without fee. These children are monitored in computer and the team knows exactly what they need for the next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I would like to join them in person may be one of the future years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Let me share with you this. It is from my prayer book. It said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Most of us have been blessed beyond measure, but sometimes, as busy people living in a demanding world, we're slow to count our gifts and even slower to give thanks to the Giver. Our blessings include life and health, family and friends, freedom and possessions - for starters. And those blessings are multiplied when we share them with others (&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;with pure thankful heart&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As the old saying goes, "When we drink the water, we should remember the spring." So it's appropriate that those of us who have been richly blessed should give thanks for our gifts, no matter how busy we are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do you make it a habit to slow down each day and thank God for your talents, your opportunities, and your loved ones? If so, you've already learned that gratitude is its own reward - but no its only reward."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I will bless them and the places surrounding my hill. I will send down showers in season; there will be showers of blessing." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ezekiel 34:26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I started and donated to this fund for some reasons but the main reason is.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I have many blessing. I no need to worry about my food, my shelter, my family and I have planty of friends. Well... I have to be honest here. Yes I worry sometime about my health and my halth insurance but I have faith that My God knows exactly what I need. What ever ahead of me, again I say..., "My God knows exactly what I need."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;So thankful for teaching me to share my blessing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;We did it. That you so much to you all who sharing your belssing to this fund.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I did it which I never done before. Raising Fund for the needing people!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-8232791623198960799?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/8232791623198960799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=8232791623198960799' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/8232791623198960799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/8232791623198960799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-did-it.html' title='I did it!!!!!!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-249755927983580016</id><published>2011-02-22T08:34:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T10:30:07.994+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;As I said before I had faced liver cancer because of one lack of vaccine shot.  Got the liver cancer and ended up liver transplant. I wish no one will face this nor to deal with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I learn to live my life to share my blessing, to care the needs, think about others and not me me and me all the time any more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So I was thinking what can I do to help others and share my blessing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;There is a team of doctors from University of Florida (UF), who come to Bangkok Thailand once a year to learn the Asian health problems, help the local hospitals and go to the remote country side to help hill tribes people who have nothing much and...... to see the doctors is NOT on their lists of living unless they are dying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This year I was thinking how can I do to help people.  I have deiced to join the team of University of Florida.  How??? is my first question.  As a liver transplant receiver I have to watch out what to do and what not to do.  I mean there are somethings which I can't help physically but other ways of helping.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So I come out with the idea of to raise the fund and buy the vaccines in Bangkok for the UF Team.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Someone helps us for the invitation cards, donated us for the receiption event. We also stop the flowers for my late father in law instead to donate the Project Thailand.  We formed trustees group (who are also helping the donation + their time.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;OK now the donation and human nature how they related??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I sent out like 70 invitation cards to friends and business company.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Some are so generous just by mouth to mouth they donate to us without a question.  Someone is working till midnight sending out emails and checking the Bank transfer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Someone donated us XXXX US$ with one question wich is the money not to end up in the politician's hands. We respect his requested and we will make sure of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Some got invitation cards  but not stop there and help us to spread the news to their friends.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Went to a friend's dinner.  On that dinner table some who I met for the first time thrown in the donation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now see this........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In Bangkok I have been living in this building for 10 years now.  Not big building OK side with different people with different background.  I do get along with most (99%) of the people in this building.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Some poeple  in the building do have grouping people but NOT for me. I like everyone and I am not allowed myself to group with any groups as saying, "Helen belong to this group".  Of course I do have good friends and just friends who I enjoy different ways.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Honestly I do not want to invite all people from my building to my fund raising cocktail party.  I have the reason to say so but I am not going to.  Then I also thought this...., if I invite this person then that person also I have to invite too.  Thinking they will piss at me.  So I sent out invitation cards to all my building which is may be around 40 apartments.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Came back one day from my jewellery setting and my maid said, "Here some one sent this to your mail box."  It was my invitation card.  I said, "Hummmm some one so fast, nice and thinking about the poor on the mountain."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Then I opened it there was nothing inside just returned my invitation card!!! I said who is living such a low people in this building.  I don't care they donate or not donate. I am an educated woman and I do not expected that every one must donate to this fund raising but I wish people shoud be a human nature and not like DOG!!  No one will hurt even if this person donate or not donate nor comes to my cocktail or not comes.  Now this person got my piss on him! Oh am I bad??? I think I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Actually everyone has free will and free choice so somehow I do understand to this person who sent me back the card.  I just wish this person be a little human than like animal that's all.  Am I wrong???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I could careless who do not come to my cocktail receptions.  I even do not ask for RSVP!  I do not ask nor gunpoint to no one that you have to donate us at all.  But this is my wish.... I want only human being come to my cocktail party but not like DOG just need to do it because some one said so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have learn so much of the nature of human for  just doing this little fund raising which is NOT for me or us but FOR the poor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me and you are sincerely or not, only me and you know right???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If I only raise 80 baht (2.5 US$), I am OK because someone big will knows my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So proud of myself for this 80 bahts if I raise 80 baths!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Let me end with a prayer........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Dear God, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Please bless this fund for us.  May your power on the vaccines and prevent polio, liver cancer and all other problems for those who needed.  Please bless to who donate this fund and also to who not donating because of some reasons but willing. Father you see much more than we see because you are God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In Christ's name I pray,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Amen"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PS.  We raise XXXXXX bahts for the fund already!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;          Thank you so much to you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-249755927983580016?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/249755927983580016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=249755927983580016' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/249755927983580016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/249755927983580016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/02/human-nature.html' title='Human Nature'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-372673682382508208</id><published>2011-02-21T16:10:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T08:31:24.801+07:00</updated><title type='text'>www.catandnat.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lately I have been so busy that I have a hard time to go play my tennis too. Then Thailand was holding a liver conference in Bangkok and my GI doctor from the States was here. Busy but I am so happy to see my doctor in Bangkok. We did had a good time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My beloved father in law passed away 2 weeks ago. It is sad but I thanks to Christ for 89 good years of him on this earth. My father in law was a nice man and I do love him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Talking about my father in law, 3 nights ago he was in my dream. 20 years of marrying to his son, Robins Jr, I dreamt about him only 2 times. Both were the best dreams about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3 nights ago in my dream I saw my father in law was sitting right next to the fire place. He had this happy face with a huge smile and talked to me, "I am good, I am happy and I am OK!' I could say my dram about him was not more than 25 seconds. I believe that he is in a good place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ok to change the subject....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am sharing my ex cancer experiences in &lt;a href="http://www.catandnat.com/"&gt;http://www.catandnat.com/&lt;/a&gt; links.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It is on line Magazine. Click on it then follow the guest speakers. Sure you will find me. OK the name you have to follow is Helen Layshan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-372673682382508208?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/372673682382508208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=372673682382508208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/372673682382508208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/372673682382508208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/02/wwwcatandnatcom.html' title='www.catandnat.com'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-5530750185654516719</id><published>2011-02-10T08:33:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T13:04:21.501+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do right-sleep right</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Never asking money from others except to my husband. Of course to him I ask many many times. Well he is my husband so I did ask money from him. What can you say??? I need the money for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Regarding my blog the one I shared on February 8th......, yes I did ask money from people but &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; for me it is &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FOR&lt;/span&gt; the Children who are living in the remote area in Thailand. Ok you can read back if you want to know why I ask. Me myself I did share my blessing to this Project Thailand with other friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;On that night (February 8th), I pray that to do the right thing. I starting this project with a little prayer myself. Asking to God bless this money and to use it according thy will for the best sake of unfortunate children. All fund will go to Vaccination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I said a prayer and read my devotional guide book. From it I want to share with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Two years after her husband died, Joan Kroc founded the Ronald McDonald House Charities and became its largest benefactor. Once, when she read a newspaper headline about flooding in South Dakota, She sent unsolicited donations to flood victims totaling fifteen million dollars. This generous woman was the widow of Ray Kroc, the founding father of McDonald's restaurants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Joan's philosophy was simple. She looked for people in need, and then she surprised them with her generosity. You can do the same. Whatever your financial situation, you can make a big difference in the lives of others. And every time you do, you'll discover, as Joan did , how good it feels to share the wealth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Here is what I want to say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;1. I am not Joan Kroc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;2. My husband is not Ray Kroc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;3. I do not inherited the McDonald restaurants. (even though some people call me Mrs. McDonald sometime.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;4. I have no fifteen millions dollars to donate (Actually with that money I can vaccine not only one mountain people may be 50 mountains people.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Here is what I can do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;1. Share my blessing within my limit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;2. May be for sure not fifteen Million dollars but 1000 baht Thai money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;3. I can help to raise the fund.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;4. Join the team (from University of Florida) and share my time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I was surprise that how my friends response to this matter. Thank you very much for your kindness. Even if I can raise only 100 US$ I can still buy some polio oral dose!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;This is what I believe, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;God did not see the amount of the offering but God knows the sincere of your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;May I finish with this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It is more blessed to give than to receive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Acts 20:35&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;PS: I feel good. I am doing right and I sleep right too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-5530750185654516719?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/5530750185654516719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=5530750185654516719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/5530750185654516719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/5530750185654516719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/02/do-right-sleep-right.html' title='Do right-sleep right'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-8265104405703368461</id><published>2011-02-08T08:31:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T10:25:02.928+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fund for the Vaccine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Thank you to those who are following this blog. I noticed you all are from different background. You also have the different choices and I understand the way of your different kinds of believing too. Here is My God told me: "Thou Shall Not Judge" so I won't, beside thank you for reading this blog and you all are my friends. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If my parent is born in the developing countries, I won't face the liver transplant nor liver cancer. I am not blaming to my parent but thanks to them because of them I am here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;By the way I was born in Shan State, Burma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I had a Hepatitis B which was lead to my liver cancer and then it ended up to liver transplant. By the blessing I am living cancer free for 5 years now. I am taking the virus control pills every day. The DNA tests shows that no Virus detectable in my blood for 5 years too. I will put it this way... the medicine works well by the pure mercy of Christ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I was facing all these from just &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;one lack of Vaccine Shot&lt;/span&gt;!! The vaccine is call Hepatitis B Vaccine. It was suppose to vaccine any new born children whose mother are virus carriers at right in the delivery room. See the point here is...., we did not have vaccine in that time and even if we have it who is doing the education about it in Shan State. Till today there are many areas in Burma which no one see "The Vaccines". People are so poor that no school, no education, no vaccine, no money, no clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Talking about no clothes.... each year I spend the Christmas with a very poor church in up north of Thailand. The children are so poor that no clothes to cover all of their body. Some even come to the church with butt naked or half naked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;There are many children suffering Polio in the Shan State just not having Polio Oral Dose which is cost 80 Baht in Thai Money which is 2.60 US$. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;After my liver cancer I am starting to enjoy of sharing. Remember I often said that my cancer did not give me all negatives but some positives. I used to love the word of "Thank you" but now I love to say, "You welcome!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am putting a fund raising cocktail party in my house on 1st March. I am working with Doctors from University of Florida who come to Thailand with their own air tickets and own expenses. I like to work with them for 2 reasons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1. They are providing vaccine, education and treatments for the "HILL TRIBES" people who are living on very remote place. They are very poor. The children are living no clothes in the very cold cold season. They have no money for medication also. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2. University of Florida is where I got my liver Transplant! This is a way of helping them back because I am so thankful for them. Yes, I would love to help Shan People in Shan State but I do believe in that helping mountain people in Thailand is the same way of helping any body those who are in needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am working with 4 trustees... Dr. Nat (PhD), Dr. Pakorn (PhD), Lan, Me and of course the Team Leader Dr. Kevin from University of Florida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The vaccines they need the most are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaccine / Children /Cost-per dose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hepatitis B /300/ 400 baht (13US$)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jap. Ence., /150 /250 baht (8US$)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oral Polio /200/ 80 baht (2.60 US$)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;MMR /200 /250 baht (8US$)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;All prize are from the Thai Red Cross which we are buying the vaccine from them too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;PS: I am not forec you to donate but if you interesting about it please contact me at &lt;a href="mailto:mlayshan@yahoo.com"&gt;mlayshan@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt; and also for any questions. If you wish to help but can't because of many reasons, please&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; pray&lt;/span&gt; for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-8265104405703368461?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/8265104405703368461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=8265104405703368461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/8265104405703368461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/8265104405703368461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/02/fund-for-vaccine.html' title='Fund for the Vaccine'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-6663769970745875534</id><published>2011-01-31T12:21:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T13:23:29.570+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lying on the floor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;NOTE: Pure simple blog, NO ill manners attached!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Last week some one who we knew, he is an Indian man, he passed away.  Nice man who I enjoyed Indian Tea time to time with him and his wife. He got heart attacked and die fast.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I went to the funeral.  Actually this is my first time to the Indian funeral in my whole life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Burmese put the dead body in the coffin, the Christian put the dead body in the coffin and so does the Chinese I believe. OK to pay the respect to the dead is different ways.  Some show the face of the dead body but some covered.  I am sure you all know what I am talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;When I walked in this gentleman condo in Thailand I was surprised to see that they put him as a sleeping man on the floor.   He was lying on the plain floor with a white pillow, a white sheet, and a white thin blanket covered up to his neck.  Lots of flowers on his body though.  Then a simple plastic bucket (was orange color), holding candle inside and put it on the head side of the body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;His son and some of his friends were sitting on the sofa which is located on the dead man head side.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Honestly and simply I say I did not expected what I am going to see.  In a huge condo the dead body was right in the middle but on the floor. The rest everyone were seated on the chairs or sofa.  I have no chance to ask anyone as the room was silent but Indian sad music was on.   I was busy observed and  these questions were going all over my head.  I asked to myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why he is on the floor and look not elegant? (Knowing this man was a rich man.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why they do not tie the chin up as his mouth getting wide opened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why so much flower on his body?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why this orange bucket doing on the head direction? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why all these women wearing only white color?  ...... etc, etc, and etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Then on Saturday I saw my neighbour by the lift .  She is an Indian woman who  also going to pay the respect to this Indian man. I can't wait so I asked her, "Why Mr. B is on the floor?"  She said, "Well this is what we believe?" That's it!  I did not get the point.  I wanted to know the meaning behind of it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I google today and this is what I learned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Immediately after the dead  they, the Indian  have to put the body on the floor with the head toward to the South which they believe  "the direction of the dead!" and so that the dead person can walk to the right direction.  For Indian the dead and the alive did not  walks the same direction.  Then I have question, how do they know the South is the right direction?? What happen if they point the dead man head to the East, West and North?? What these directions are call??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I was still curious that if the Indian man die in the war, drawn, or burn and the body can't not be retrieved how they make sure this person is walk to the right direction after dead.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I also read, Immediately after  the cremation, the whole family is expected to take a bath.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I do understand we all have different believing and different traditional events. One might not be understand the other one's celebration.  This world is full of colours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No matther how we are different one thing we all have the same is ......, as we came to this world naked we gone out of this world naked!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So enjoy the moment and be good each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-6663769970745875534?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/6663769970745875534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=6663769970745875534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/6663769970745875534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/6663769970745875534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/01/lying-on-floor.html' title='Lying on the floor!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-1217697977004910722</id><published>2011-01-27T07:34:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T09:21:21.687+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Do you all recall that a wife who was vegetated and to pull off her life support was tough on her parent but her husband agreed on??? I am not sure but I think finally they pull off her life support. This was in USA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is what I believe in..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If I will face some one who I love is in pain or vegetated situation, I will never judge the day of dead for this my love one. My job will be let him/her has a good comfortable final time. Hospic is one of the choice. I will make sure that the family will around him/her and talk nothing but loving conversation. I will be the one do the talking even the person can't response nothing back to me. A kindly touch will work too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I do believe in that even very sick or vegetated people still do have feeling and know what is happening around them. They can't move, can't speak, can't say what they want but they still do have ears and hearts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I do understand those people who think and believe in that their love one no need to suffer that long. But I do have one question. Is there any one who say I want to die this day except those who have dead sentences. Remember it is soooooooo easy to do and say it when you are not that person's shoes. I want to know is there any one who has feeling like "OK let me die I am fine with it!" Do not say YES because you don't know and you are not there yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;5 years ago when doctor told me, "You have liver cancer!". I thought I am going to die but if you ask me, do I want to die?? My answer will be NO! I want to fight this cancer even though I thought I am dying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sometime I ask my grandmother who is 95, "Grand ma do you think about dead?" My grand ma said, " Yes I do but I do not want to die yet because you are still here. If this is God's will I have no choice." Then she said, "Dead for me is I will be kneeling in front of our God and will see all my love one." Good for you grandma!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Help me to understand this too please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Do I have authority to say to my grand ma, "OK grandma you are healthy and you can still live in this world." OR "OK grandma you are so sick now I will talk to the doctor for you to go now nicely." ???????? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Then what is the wedding vow says..."In health or in sickness till the dead part???" Do we all Christian who take this vow can be changed???? OR should we say, "Till the dead part but if you vegetated, I will pull the life support??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am a Christian. Actually for the 4th generation. I love my Christ and I try to be a good Christian. I also believe in Faith with Act and Act with Faith. Yes I am not perfect and will never be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I was born in Baptist but this is how I walk as Christian. Even I was born as Baptist, I believe all the Christians who has faith in God, in Christ and in Holy Spirit are my Christian fellows. I always feel uncomfortable when a Pastor starting to preach that no one is right but his own church. Well honestly I no need to worry about that don't I??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You will be surprise if I say I do believe in that the day of your dead is only God knows. In Bible, in Palms I believe , "Our days are numbered." Now remember I am not talking about What you die, How you die and When you die. I just simple blogging my faith which is might not be yours way of believing. That's touch isn't it? I am not telling you to believe the way my believing because there is always a "Choice!!!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;May I end this blog with this......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; will stand my watch and set myself on the rampat, and watch to see what God will say to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Habakkuk 2:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Question: "How long, O Lord?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Answer:"Wait for it, because it will surely come"&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/1714603674288323132-1217697977004910722?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/1217697977004910722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=1217697977004910722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/1217697977004910722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/1217697977004910722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-of-dead.html' title='Day of dead'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-3551307174413020576</id><published>2011-01-25T14:19:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T15:20:53.601+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The nurse and the link</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was in the hospital for 2 days last week.  My red blood cell (Hematocrit) was very low within 2 days due to my woman circle&lt;/span&gt;.  My red cell level was dive down to 25 (normal range is 34-48).  I was abit tired and felt weak too.  Called the doctor office and here my liver doctor put me on hospital and took care of me.  I like my Thai liver doctor I really do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;After almost 5 years then back  for the first time to the hospital.   I was abit scare for sleeping in the room again.  Now I am OK as my red cell up to 35 after sucking some blood from the hospital.  I was very concerned to get a blood in Thailand but my condition is a must! So I became Vampire for a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I searched under "Blood Transfusion in Thailand: safe or not" and I google it.  Here is what I found...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thailand is the &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; in the region (Asia) which is screening blood unit for HIV antigen in addition testing for HIV, HBsAg, HCV and Syphilis."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My liver doctor explain to me that the hospital recheck the blood which is call beyond the screening.  Double check is my language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;By teh way....., I was going to tell you all that check out  &lt;a href="http://www.catandnat.com/"&gt;www.catandnat.com&lt;/a&gt; then follow the guest speakers. Scrolling down and you will see sometime my article about my cancer.  Not often but sometime. So far I did 3 articles.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here is one thing I like to share in this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Do you all notice that there is 2 kinds of nurses in the hospital! One I will call "Sweetie Nurses" and the other one I like to call "Misery Nurses" also lets call it "Unhappy Nurses" groups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I met this, a Thai nurses she is 5'2"  and her skin colour is quit brown. I might be wrong but she looks like from southern part of Thailand.  She looks like not more than 25  years old and her expressions was.."Ask me nothing I will do only my job!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Other nurses will say.."How are you today... then  ta ta ta ta ta." but when this nurse comes she said, "Blood draw!", "Doctor said drink this medicine."  or "NO... OK I tell doctor!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;After seeing her 4 times I can't control so I asked this..."Do you like your job? You like being nurse?"  When I heard her answered I was so please as it matched my thought.  On top of that I like her truly answered!! She said.......................,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"No I don't like nurse!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I very understand what she means.  Bless her heart!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;without a like I will say too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"No me no like blood transfusion!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-3551307174413020576?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/3551307174413020576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=3551307174413020576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/3551307174413020576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/3551307174413020576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/01/nurse-and-link.html' title='The nurse and the link'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-1536075002565369216</id><published>2011-01-18T18:03:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T18:04:30.703+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TTVzj6qSv5I/AAAAAAAACUY/ajks9F1W2hc/s1600/IMG_0815-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TTVzj6qSv5I/AAAAAAAACUY/ajks9F1W2hc/s400/IMG_0815-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-1536075002565369216?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/1536075002565369216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=1536075002565369216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/1536075002565369216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/1536075002565369216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/01/party-5.html' title='Party 5'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TTVzj6qSv5I/AAAAAAAACUY/ajks9F1W2hc/s72-c/IMG_0815-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-6431914364595902710</id><published>2011-01-18T18:02:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T18:04:47.140+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TTVzYxQ-euI/AAAAAAAACUQ/kyNEjvJV0W4/s1600/IMG_0809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TTVzYxQ-euI/AAAAAAAACUQ/kyNEjvJV0W4/s400/IMG_0809.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-6431914364595902710?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/6431914364595902710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=6431914364595902710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/6431914364595902710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/6431914364595902710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/01/party-4.html' title='Party 4'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TTVzYxQ-euI/AAAAAAAACUQ/kyNEjvJV0W4/s72-c/IMG_0809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-9170884218783521249</id><published>2011-01-18T18:01:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T18:05:20.784+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TTVzHIARcGI/AAAAAAAACUA/oauNhNISO3A/s1600/IMG_0800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TTVzHIARcGI/AAAAAAAACUA/oauNhNISO3A/s400/IMG_0800.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-9170884218783521249?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/9170884218783521249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=9170884218783521249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/9170884218783521249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/9170884218783521249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/01/party-2.html' title='Party 2'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TTVzHIARcGI/AAAAAAAACUA/oauNhNISO3A/s72-c/IMG_0800.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-1646139994966834837</id><published>2011-01-18T18:01:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T18:05:06.409+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TTVzMYcCw2I/AAAAAAAACUI/AOQYH856mhM/s1600/IMG_0805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TTVzMYcCw2I/AAAAAAAACUI/AOQYH856mhM/s400/IMG_0805.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-1646139994966834837?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/1646139994966834837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=1646139994966834837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/1646139994966834837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/1646139994966834837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/01/party-3.html' title='Party 3'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TTVzMYcCw2I/AAAAAAAACUI/AOQYH856mhM/s72-c/IMG_0805.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-6010125433392449442</id><published>2011-01-18T18:00:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T18:05:37.262+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TTVy4nqDaaI/AAAAAAAACT4/M-XJhoyQbyk/s1600/IMG_0794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TTVy4nqDaaI/AAAAAAAACT4/M-XJhoyQbyk/s400/IMG_0794.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-6010125433392449442?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/6010125433392449442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=6010125433392449442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/6010125433392449442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/6010125433392449442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/01/party-1.html' title='Party 1'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TTVy4nqDaaI/AAAAAAAACT4/M-XJhoyQbyk/s72-c/IMG_0794.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-1605133635303039348</id><published>2011-01-18T17:59:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T18:05:50.417+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attending Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TTVyxStQpoI/AAAAAAAACTw/BZTdejmVC9s/s1600/IMG_0792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TTVyxStQpoI/AAAAAAAACTw/BZTdejmVC9s/s400/IMG_0792.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-1605133635303039348?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/1605133635303039348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=1605133635303039348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/1605133635303039348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/1605133635303039348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/01/attending-party.html' title='Attending Party'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TTVyxStQpoI/AAAAAAAACTw/BZTdejmVC9s/s72-c/IMG_0792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-7038999145899185534</id><published>2011-01-12T19:25:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T19:28:44.421+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Robins's grandfather</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://forum.treasurenet.com/index.php?PHPSESSID=t8qrnhmtfn7ar2pena3leb0ut7&amp;amp;topic=352267.msg2528563#msg2528563"&gt;Who Collects Whiskey Bottles? Show Us!&lt;/a&gt;: "Re: Who Collects Whiskey Bottles? Show Us!&lt;br /&gt;Reply To This Topic #7 Posted Sep 22, 2010, 04:01:56 PM&lt;br /&gt;Here's a whiskey bottle that I dug in a clearing in an orange grove south of Ocala, Florida. The Carmichael &amp;amp; Son refers to George Carmichael and his son, C. Ed Carmichael of Ocala. Ocala and Marion County remember C. Ed Carmichael as the pioneer developer of Silver Springs."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-7038999145899185534?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/7038999145899185534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=7038999145899185534' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/7038999145899185534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/7038999145899185534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/01/robins-grandfather.html' title='Robins&apos;s grandfather'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-5458181449830608431</id><published>2011-01-11T11:18:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T08:37:12.357+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"A PRAYER IN MUSIC.pps (2684KB)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I just openend an email and saw this sharing from a friend of us, Dr. Dong Ho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If you can't open it please google it.  A good meaningful song for worship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-5458181449830608431?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/5458181449830608431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=5458181449830608431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/5458181449830608431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/5458181449830608431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/01/prayer.html' title='A Prayer'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-7304062478912853839</id><published>2011-01-11T07:54:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T09:07:32.413+07:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy New Year to you all!!  Sorry I have been not in the good mood to blog lately. I will try to blog often in 2011.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bad News:&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We decided that we are not going to continue our Insurance with the old company any more.  Obama can't help lots of cancer patients like my situation as  being got suck by the Insurance unfairly each year.  Since I got hit by Liver Cancer they are increasing the fee every year that now I have to pay 85000 US$ for the year 2011.  We are OK but we are not Bill Gate or  Warren Buffet or Stanley Ho from Macao or CP company's owner.  Yes we must do something before we end up eating nothing but grass and warms to survive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Our son is going to boarding school soon and it is another 50,000 US$ per year for us.  So calculation comes out  that my husband needs to make 500000 US$ per years for 3 of us to live as we are living now.  Tell me how many can make that much money??? Not much compare to the world population.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Question:&lt;/span&gt;  I think there is a insurance company should come out  which grouping  people like my situation..... "doing well almost 5 years group" ???  What do you think????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Good news:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I had the best time with my grandma at up northern part of Thailand. The weather is good , the food is good and the happy people around me is good.  People here do not know about Insurance much so they can smile so freely.  May be that's why they look happy.  Sometime I wish I have the mountain people attitudes.  Do not know much when I die I die.... still then just be happy life.  Here I am living but with worry.  It's remind me the saying, "life is not how long you live but how you live". Yes I do want to live normal happy life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Doing my same thing as always... I did feed the poor mountain church a pig! These mountain people, some of them are so poor that the children are coming to the church butt naked even in the very cold weather.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My grand ma is so healthy as usual she laughs a lot.  Let me say it again here....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My sister died in my grandma's hands and so did my mother die way ahead of her.  My grandma attitudes is like this....  She said, "who's not going to die?".  Here faith is, "I am going to see all my love one when my  time come.  I will be right in front of our God!" and she believes in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The house that I bought for my grandma to live is now worth alot. This is another good news???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Question:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How can I live worthy what ever time left a head of me???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Answers:    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I found the answer in my this week devotional book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"There is a time to cry and a time to laugh. There is a time to be sad and a time to dance."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ecclesiastes 3:4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Laughter is special gift from God,  a gift He intends for us to use.  Yet sometimes, because of the inevitable stresses of everyday living, we fail &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;to find&lt;/span&gt; the fun in life.  When we allow life's inevitable disappointments to cast a  pall over our lives and our souls, we do a profound disservice to ourselves and to our loved ones.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you've allowed the clouds of life to obscure the blessings of  life, perhaps you've formed the unfortunate habit of taking things just a little too seriously.  If so, it's time to fret less and laugh more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today, look for the humor that  surrounds you...  When you do, you'll find it.  And remember: God crated laughter for a reason, and Father  indeed knows best.  So laugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jennifer Jones said, &lt;/span&gt;"If you could choose one characteristic that would get you through life, choose a sense of humor."   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The truth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;  Honestly let me open my heart in this blog.  I had a hard time to fine the laughter in this moment.  As I said in the beginning I am going to stop my insurance and will do the self insurance.   What  will be happened if the cancer return????  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My Faith: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't know about the future but I know who does! I have faith in Christ.  I no need to say no more.  This year 2011,  I will put my Insurance in my God's hands.  If my time comes for sure God knows the time for me.  If I am still here for sure God knows this world still needs me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Request:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Put me and my family in you all prayers.  Thank you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-7304062478912853839?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/7304062478912853839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=7304062478912853839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/7304062478912853839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/7304062478912853839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-7983933714022500148</id><published>2011-01-05T18:19:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T18:19:54.081+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 16 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TSRTwBsr04I/AAAAAAAACSE/5g5wVB22OCA/s1600/IMG_0410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TSRTwBsr04I/AAAAAAAACSE/5g5wVB22OCA/s400/IMG_0410.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-7983933714022500148?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/7983933714022500148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=7983933714022500148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/7983933714022500148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/7983933714022500148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-16-2010.html' title='Christmas 16 2010'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TSRTwBsr04I/AAAAAAAACSE/5g5wVB22OCA/s72-c/IMG_0410.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-9221114155821209638</id><published>2011-01-05T07:39:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T18:15:18.373+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TSO9xJlCcAI/AAAAAAAACR8/5sblAlWlqsk/s1600/IMG_0568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TSO9xJlCcAI/AAAAAAAACR8/5sblAlWlqsk/s400/IMG_0568.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-9221114155821209638?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/9221114155821209638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=9221114155821209638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/9221114155821209638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/9221114155821209638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-15.html' title='Christmas 15'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TSO9xJlCcAI/AAAAAAAACR8/5sblAlWlqsk/s72-c/IMG_0568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-5993370239741203969</id><published>2011-01-05T07:38:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T18:15:40.216+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TSO9lf8E6lI/AAAAAAAACR0/QkdMqB9m_zE/s1600/IMG_0566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TSO9lf8E6lI/AAAAAAAACR0/QkdMqB9m_zE/s400/IMG_0566.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-5993370239741203969?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/5993370239741203969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=5993370239741203969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/5993370239741203969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/5993370239741203969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-14.html' title='Christmas 14'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TSO9lf8E6lI/AAAAAAAACR0/QkdMqB9m_zE/s72-c/IMG_0566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-8514234398786652534</id><published>2011-01-05T07:37:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T18:16:11.103+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TSO9Tc7JG5I/AAAAAAAACRk/4i7S5I3Wz3o/s1600/IMG_0559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TSO9Tc7JG5I/AAAAAAAACRk/4i7S5I3Wz3o/s400/IMG_0559.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-8514234398786652534?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/8514234398786652534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=8514234398786652534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/8514234398786652534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/8514234398786652534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-12.html' title='Christmas 12'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TSO9Tc7JG5I/AAAAAAAACRk/4i7S5I3Wz3o/s72-c/IMG_0559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-244621015910166094</id><published>2011-01-05T07:37:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T18:15:56.253+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TSO9bI2siJI/AAAAAAAACRs/wSwQHFK6_Qg/s1600/IMG_0561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TSO9bI2siJI/AAAAAAAACRs/wSwQHFK6_Qg/s400/IMG_0561.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-244621015910166094?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/244621015910166094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=244621015910166094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/244621015910166094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/244621015910166094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-13.html' title='Christmas 13'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TSO9bI2siJI/AAAAAAAACRs/wSwQHFK6_Qg/s72-c/IMG_0561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-299947744681836657</id><published>2011-01-05T07:36:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T18:16:22.895+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TSO9HJ4kUlI/AAAAAAAACRc/aniZWDqBDZI/s1600/IMG_0560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TSO9HJ4kUlI/AAAAAAAACRc/aniZWDqBDZI/s400/IMG_0560.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-299947744681836657?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/299947744681836657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=299947744681836657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/299947744681836657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/299947744681836657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-11.html' title='Christmas 11'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TSO9HJ4kUlI/AAAAAAAACRc/aniZWDqBDZI/s72-c/IMG_0560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-8670618819196874413</id><published>2011-01-05T07:35:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T18:16:33.374+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TSO8zbztd_I/AAAAAAAACRU/yhXH-jVrMuA/s1600/IMG_0545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TSO8zbztd_I/AAAAAAAACRU/yhXH-jVrMuA/s400/IMG_0545.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-8670618819196874413?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/8670618819196874413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=8670618819196874413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/8670618819196874413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/8670618819196874413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-10.html' title='Christmas 10'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TSO8zbztd_I/AAAAAAAACRU/yhXH-jVrMuA/s72-c/IMG_0545.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-6137685425483133525</id><published>2011-01-05T07:34:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T18:16:47.815+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TSO8ogUwwAI/AAAAAAAACRM/1qP7EBLVfvo/s1600/IMG_0537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TSO8ogUwwAI/AAAAAAAACRM/1qP7EBLVfvo/s400/IMG_0537.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-6137685425483133525?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/6137685425483133525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=6137685425483133525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/6137685425483133525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/6137685425483133525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-9.html' title='Christmas 9'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TSO8ogUwwAI/AAAAAAAACRM/1qP7EBLVfvo/s72-c/IMG_0537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-5986188436792011807</id><published>2011-01-05T07:33:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T18:17:08.877+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TSO8UQ7sYjI/AAAAAAAACQ8/yTCdLsNEYTY/s1600/IMG_0501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TSO8UQ7sYjI/AAAAAAAACQ8/yTCdLsNEYTY/s400/IMG_0501.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-5986188436792011807?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/5986188436792011807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=5986188436792011807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/5986188436792011807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/5986188436792011807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-7.html' title='Christmas 7'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TSO8UQ7sYjI/AAAAAAAACQ8/yTCdLsNEYTY/s72-c/IMG_0501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-612635625920264735</id><published>2011-01-05T07:33:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T18:16:57.883+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TSO8fYKlc0I/AAAAAAAACRE/J35LBPpAvIk/s1600/IMG_0527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TSO8fYKlc0I/AAAAAAAACRE/J35LBPpAvIk/s400/IMG_0527.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-612635625920264735?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/612635625920264735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=612635625920264735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/612635625920264735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/612635625920264735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-8.html' title='Christmas 8'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TSO8fYKlc0I/AAAAAAAACRE/J35LBPpAvIk/s72-c/IMG_0527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-2821394889050409832</id><published>2011-01-05T07:32:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T18:17:19.281+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TSO8QtDfMjI/AAAAAAAACQ0/Bi9QlLNhWqk/s1600/IMG_0497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TSO8QtDfMjI/AAAAAAAACQ0/Bi9QlLNhWqk/s400/IMG_0497.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-2821394889050409832?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/2821394889050409832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=2821394889050409832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/2821394889050409832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/2821394889050409832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-6.html' title='Christmas 6'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TSO8QtDfMjI/AAAAAAAACQ0/Bi9QlLNhWqk/s72-c/IMG_0497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-7698269303649291567</id><published>2011-01-05T07:31:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T18:17:31.817+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TSO8BERA33I/AAAAAAAACQs/01KtSc85MnA/s1600/IMG_0475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TSO8BERA33I/AAAAAAAACQs/01KtSc85MnA/s400/IMG_0475.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-7698269303649291567?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/7698269303649291567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=7698269303649291567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/7698269303649291567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/7698269303649291567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-5.html' title='Christmas 5'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TSO8BERA33I/AAAAAAAACQs/01KtSc85MnA/s72-c/IMG_0475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-1453985180188190323</id><published>2011-01-05T07:29:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T18:17:53.431+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TSO7ZNpKpkI/AAAAAAAACQc/TVfy520j4iM/s1600/IMG_0425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TSO7ZNpKpkI/AAAAAAAACQc/TVfy520j4iM/s400/IMG_0425.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-1453985180188190323?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/1453985180188190323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=1453985180188190323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/1453985180188190323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/1453985180188190323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-3.html' title='Christmas 3'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TSO7ZNpKpkI/AAAAAAAACQc/TVfy520j4iM/s72-c/IMG_0425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-7472723441878582803</id><published>2011-01-05T07:29:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T18:17:42.438+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TSO7kjeMfhI/AAAAAAAACQk/kWV9JRmBs-Q/s1600/IMG_0431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TSO7kjeMfhI/AAAAAAAACQk/kWV9JRmBs-Q/s400/IMG_0431.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-7472723441878582803?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/7472723441878582803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=7472723441878582803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/7472723441878582803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/7472723441878582803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-4.html' title='Christmas 4'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TSO7kjeMfhI/AAAAAAAACQk/kWV9JRmBs-Q/s72-c/IMG_0431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-5890688726958751972</id><published>2011-01-05T07:28:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T18:18:05.339+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas trip 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TSO7Kch8YQI/AAAAAAAACQU/iLEEyQVBtDc/s1600/IMG_0416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TSO7Kch8YQI/AAAAAAAACQU/iLEEyQVBtDc/s400/IMG_0416.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-5890688726958751972?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/5890688726958751972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=5890688726958751972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/5890688726958751972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/5890688726958751972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-trip-2.html' title='Christmas trip 2'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TSO7Kch8YQI/AAAAAAAACQU/iLEEyQVBtDc/s72-c/IMG_0416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-5250519509136943167</id><published>2011-01-05T07:27:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T18:18:19.775+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas trip 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TSO7BbuWbbI/AAAAAAAACQM/Yd07yWWjoVs/s1600/IMG_0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TSO7BbuWbbI/AAAAAAAACQM/Yd07yWWjoVs/s400/IMG_0411.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-5250519509136943167?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/5250519509136943167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=5250519509136943167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/5250519509136943167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/5250519509136943167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-trip-2010.html' title='Christmas trip 2010'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TSO7BbuWbbI/AAAAAAAACQM/Yd07yWWjoVs/s72-c/IMG_0411.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-6433015126323209815</id><published>2010-12-16T07:59:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T09:23:28.182+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We are leaving holiday very soon!  My Robins is going to USA to see his father who is not so well.  Me and my son are going  up north of Thailand to my second house to be with my grand mother who is 95 this year (Chinese year).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is not the first time my family are not together in this Chirstmas season.  Once Shan was only 5 years old Robins was not at home but the Molly Jocobson's family took me and Shan to be with her family Christmas...... was fun!!!  I still vividly remembered that day.  Thank you Molly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Robins celebrared Christmas  with his shrimps for 2 or 3 years at the farms in Belize without us.  In Bangkok he even goes to the office on 25th of December for each year of Christmas.  That's mean 9 years of Christmas.  I have no idea what the motive is..................?  Wanted to be a good workers than a good family man?  Who's knows?? I bet the office will understand if he is off on the Christmas day.  For me if the office piss off, let it be as Christmas comes once a year and I have a good reason to be at home.  (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Remember my last blog???  Is this clearly as conditional love and care???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am starting to clean up my closets as many clothes which I do not wear them but hanging in there for a long time.  Then I clean up my handbags.  One of the handbags, in there some papers and cards that I even did not remember which I save it for more than 20 years.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I have Hong Kong residency card, my US embassy card, some cards and a very old old paper in that bag.  I opened that very old frayed paper and look at it.  It was my mother last letter to me which she wrote in the hospital. It hit me right a way back like a movie and it hurt!! Yes I read it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here is what my mother said to me in this letter dated 25th May 1988.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dear Cca, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cca is my nick name comes from Rebbecca which my mother first choice but my father wants it as Helen&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mommy can't eat nothing since Friday .  It's real pain even just drinking water.  The hospital can't find the reason why but mommy feel so weak.  (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Actually my mom knew she was not going to make it except our God's will.  She was a nurse and seeing her situation,  yes she knows!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Such time as some one of the family is very sick, please understand the situation and understand each others.  (&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My mom said that because I was with my step father and Moses, my little adopted brother, at home.  I dislike my stepfather.  Actually it was my fault he was nice to my mother but I just young and may be I can only accepted as a father only my real &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;father and not him&lt;/span&gt;).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;There&lt;/span&gt; is nothing impossible with our God.  (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Yes I am totally agree with my mom that God is in control but in thy will not in our will.  Imagine that if we get everything what we pray for ??? We human will be spoil and God is not God anymore right???  i.e. if you pray for someone to hurt???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Please keep special time and pray 3 times a day for mommy. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I honestly admitted here. I did not pray 3 times a day for my mother.  I was faith without action situation.  Think it back I just worried what will be happened to me if my mom pass a way.  I was only 101 lbs as the worrying was killing me slowly also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Taking care of Moses too please! (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Moses is an adopted son of my mother.  He was just only 3 months.  Now he is doing well in Germany by the blessing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;He is a baby and knows nothing age. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I even did not know how to make a milk bottle when me and Moses left alone at home. We were tiaking time like I was with my mom day time and her husband mostly at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Do not use money but save it only for necessary.  Mommy does not know what will need for me.  If you are so tired you no need to come and see mommy each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Write to Rangoon with attention Nang Kwoi for mommy please. ( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nang Kwoi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;She is a Kachine woman who taking care of my grandmother and my 2 stepbrothers back in Rangoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;) Mommy hasn't get any news from her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mommy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It was very sad and hurt me to read my mother's letter again.  She died with many worries in her mind.  I wish she see me that I am doing well with Robins (not perfect but very well),  and a beautiful grand child, my son.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My mom worried about her 2 sons, my step brothers.   She asked me to taking care of them.  Yes me and some one is helping out till this year.  Mom worried about her mother, my grandmother but now my grand ma is a nice place and very happy.   A lady who trust in God that one day she will reunite with her daughter, my mommy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;She was very worried about me a lone in a brand new country but I was well taking care of our heavenly father.  My mother last conversation with me was............  "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Where is Robins??"&lt;/span&gt;   Do not ask me why?  I have no answer for that only my mommy can answer it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;PS.  When my mother died I was still single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-6433015126323209815?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/6433015126323209815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=6433015126323209815' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/6433015126323209815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/6433015126323209815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2010/12/mommy.html' title='Mommy'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-643654437603037981</id><published>2010-12-08T08:58:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T10:41:18.607+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love with conditional or unconditional</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sometime people are talking about "Unconditional Love"! I might be wrong but for me this unconditional love is a kind of "Stupid Love"! Even people who believe in this unconditionally love, do you really think that they do practice in their real life???? Hell NO!  Some use it as an excusing themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practice this way! I am trying to be kind, helpful and thoughtful but do not kick me I will kick you back or I ignore it.  Not Christian way to say so but why I am the one have to be Christian and why not the other round some time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As a cancer survivor I am still reading time to time  some articles written by cancer survivors about how the relationship between couple, family and friends become so strong.  It did not happened to me.  I am so thankful that I am still with my son but there is always problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This unconditional love do not work after marrying 19 years to a totally stranger.  Well such love never occurred in the beginning either.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Got my new liver after that the part of taking care of this new liver is so expensive.  On top of that Insurance has no mercy. They increasing each year and my stranger said this year will cost him 70,000 US$! Yes family life become condition love in such problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am getting so uncomfortable to live with someone who always say something which I can't not help.  Hard to become a happy person knowing that someone you live with is can't even talk normal voice but angry voice with the angry face expression most of the time. Then turned around and asking me "Why are you angry??" Yes I am discomfort with unhappy people around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Unconditional love does not work with me if the person is.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Doing things as duty or responsible but not come out sincerely from the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Doing thing behind me without let me know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Cheating, trying to cheat or thinking about to cheat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Thinking about others more than own family (this including wife, son, mother, father, brother or sister)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sincerely I admitt it. I do not love my husband uncondtionally love. Say even IF I have it before this will never last! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas is ahead actually very soon.  How can I celebrate sincerely  for this very special occasion for me??  I was so happy to see our church paper said, "What Christmas means to God".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;what if this year at Christmas time, we concentrated less, on the parties and the shopping that bring headaches, strain and stress?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-What if this year we'd cut back on our lights an decorations, and spend more of our energy on faithful celebration?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-What if we took some time this year to travel back in thought, to a Holy Night in Bethlehem and the peace our Savior brought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-What if we listen carefully for the angels' song at night, and contemplate the shining star that gave the world new light?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-And what if we all followed the path the wise men trod? Perhaps we'd start to understand what Christmas means to God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For me only Christ has unconditionally love beside....... NO ONE ON EARTH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-643654437603037981?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/643654437603037981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=643654437603037981' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/643654437603037981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/643654437603037981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2010/12/love-with-conditional-or-unconditional.html' title='Love with conditional or unconditional'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-6856733259405729595</id><published>2010-11-29T07:06:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T08:22:53.268+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The talk of Turkey eaters!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Last week was a Thanksgiving week!  Normally I am one of those who talk like a Turkey....Glob, glob, glop and glob op op op! Not much meaningful talking on that table what we call it the "Thanksgiving Dinner Table."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So I said this year I will shut my mouth and just doing the observation only and see  what the people are talking about on the turkey table?  and.........  I did!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This year, 2010, I attended 2 Thanksgiving dinners and 1 Thanksgiving lunch! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am going to talk about Thanksgiving dinner first.  The first dinner was at a friend of mine house. The Turkey cooked real tasteful and the guests who came to eat were colourful too. They are Thai, British, American, Cambodian, Burmese American around 15 people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;On that night a lady who sat next to me was talking about her children, a boy and a girl!  Saying how beautiful her daughter is.  Then this lady said she is a drummer player.  Look at her may be she is 55 years old look.  Then she talked about one of the "Shan Princess"... and said how stupid this Shan Princess is too.  Can you image how I feel for that saying how stupid the Shan Princess is???  Here I am part of Chinese/Shan/Lahu blood.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Actually This lady was talking &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;nonstop&lt;/span&gt; so I had a hard time to catch up with her.  I do feel this.... Instead of talking stupid I rather be a listener of the stupid talks!!! How about that??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Then the two guys were talking about how Burmese Junta is/was doing.  Then we move to the dinner table.  On that Turkey table one was talking about business, one was talking about flying fighter plane, one was talking about Thai Language and one was not talk at all and I said, good for her!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The other Thanksgiving Dinner table was in my own house.  I did not invited much.  I only invited my son's friend parent who are friends to us too.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We talk about their business, our families .......... ta ta ta ta ta!  I would say normal dinner conversation too.  I did not talk much as busy doing the observation.  Deep down time to time I asked to myself how deep these conversation that people doing the talking on my Thanksgiving dinner table. But it was enjoyable dinner as not much people are talking the same time and we can hear well.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Then went to this the great Chinese Thanksgiving lunch!  My favorite one.  None of them are American except me.  Even me I am just brand new American.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I have no idea what these my lovely Chinese group are thanking about but for sure we all were having fun and laughing too. Honestly I have no answer why they are celebrating "Thanksgiving" for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What my Chinese girls friends were doing on that Thanksgiving day? Well they played "Marg Chon".   A very noisy Game.  I would say a Chinese game busy with little square blocks throwing in and out and they drank wine.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What I like the most was... after all meal with the belly full,  someone starting to calculate and divided how much cost for each of them.  I was so happy that they did not charge me.  After all I was the honor of the guest??? Who knows??? I said to myself... "A very Chinese Thanksgiving!"  A Communist way!!  Everyone pay equal la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I had read an article.  It said,  Thanksgiving is not religious ceremony but this is only for American people.  Only half true!  Actually this is Christian religion done by American and Canadian people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I check out the meaning of Thanksgiving and it said, " A harvest festival celebrated primarily in the United States and Canada. Traditionally thanksgiving is associated with giving thanks to GOD for the harvest and expressing of gratitude."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You think it which GOD these American and Canadian are thanking for???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me too I do have my way of thanksgiving day. For me is each day not only a day of the year.  I thanks to my God for every meals that I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-6856733259405729595?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/6856733259405729595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=6856733259405729595' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/6856733259405729595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/6856733259405729595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2010/11/talk-of-turkey-eaters.html' title='The talk of Turkey eaters!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-8906747395841252401</id><published>2010-11-22T07:06:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T14:57:12.310+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Point Is...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;NOTE: Just a sharing not ill manner attached!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have been sleeping with the TV for more than 4 years now. Every night after my praying time I will put it on a movie then may be 15 minutes I pass out! Sometime the movie is still on when I wake up. Bad habit... I know, I know and I know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am watching this movie, "1492 Conquest of Paradise" for one week but never seen the ending yet! Believe me do not do that if you are a married woman. It will destroy your marriage. Well not right a way but sooner you will see there is a big change into your life. I am not talking about only SEX but also the conversation! The bed room turn into no more meaningful conversation. The one who do the talking is....TV!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When Robins's mother told us do not have the TV in the bed room... She knows what she was talking. Well.... a good son listen only what is good for him and I allowed it. I guess!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So here I am trying to read more at night now on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is from my last night reading:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Diana's ring a bad omen for Kate?" by Ami Angelowicz!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The writer was saying that the superstitious may think that 28 years old Kate should never wear the engagement ring of Lady Diana's as we all knew what happened to Diana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The writer also said some believe jewellery can be cursed!! He did mention about the Hope Diamond, was not good luck for French royals. Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette were the last royals to enjoy the stone it was stolen and they lost their heads!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well.. correct me if I am wrong. I think the Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette lost their heads not because of the Hope Diamond. It is because they were having good times and did not think about the poor/civilians that much. He was a bed king and she was living in the woo la la land???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;By the way I visited Paris last August and I am telling you... seeing the palace of these King Louis 12th, 13th, 14th , and 15th what ever the numbers is, it is hugeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Beside that Antoinette needed the summer houses, not house but houses!! I like her summer houses though! Nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;As I am in Jewellery business... yes I agree as Ami said some thinks the jewellery can cause you bad luck, insane or the witches can come and get you because of what you are wearing. Then the other way round some people think the jewellery can prevent all those wired things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now to my surprise is... those who thinks and believe in that wired are not uneducated people at all some are very very educated &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The most to my surprise is even those who are very religious but said they believe in witch, jewellery, fortune teller and gods too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have a friend who parent is very very religious. They pray 5 times a day. One evening visited, they told me that the blue Sapphire brought them bad luck! Inside me I was speechless because this family is a very lovely educated family and pray all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Then another family who calls themselves they are a good XXXX!!! But what bothering me is...... they go to ask the monk when ever they wanted to check this person or that person is good or not for to be friend or to be a business partner for them. This is very bad to do so. To judge a person is not depend on that person's characters but depend on the monk's mouth??? My problem is the monk even do not know that person who they wanted to check!!! No FBI, No CIA, No detectives and No back ground check up but plainly depending on another human being's mouth who proclaim that he can see the unseen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Time to time I do have special order that they must wear this kind of specific gem to wear in order to bring them "GOOD LUCK!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am not saying I am the best but I am so happy where I am standing for... "Trusting only in my GOD!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I do not need the Gem, I do not need the Pastor to tell me do not make friend with this person or that (so far no Pastor told me yet!), I do not need a person who said he/she can see the future, I do not believe in witches nor future tellers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yes.. I do believe in Lord Jesus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The points is..............&lt;/span&gt; if you believe the gods that you worship can't protect you, would you be better drop that gods??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I will end with this......................,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Love your God with all you soul, with all your heart and with all your mind!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I love you my God. For me, there is no one above you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-8906747395841252401?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/8906747395841252401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=8906747395841252401' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/8906747395841252401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/8906747395841252401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2010/11/point-is.html' title='The Point Is...........'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-1947150749113642016</id><published>2010-11-18T21:11:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T10:16:25.356+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Injecting vitamin C</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Can't remember which day this week at lunch, a friend of mine said she is injecting Vitamin C for preventing cancer to come back!  I am so interesting the topic of the conversation, " The "Vitamin C"  injecting into your artery!!"  And.... how could this prevent the other Big "C", the cancer???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Last Friday evening I went to join Robins' folks meeting at Shangrila Hotel. They were talking about Vitamins for Shrimps and Fish! Then the cocktail followed.  Meet the famous Nutrition Doctor Thomas.  I was so happy to see him as I wanted to throw the questions about Injecting Vitamin C into your artery.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Without surprisingly of course he said.. "I do not believe in it!".  It is mostly beauticians' benefit.  He did mention this and said... if not doing right it even can give you blood clod in the neck! Well... I understand what he is saying but did not understand the part of how it can cause blood clod??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Again as my curiouscity rise up..... I came home and I started to dug up about the Vit. C injecting into the vain.  I have this the famous Google University and almost get my PhD.... ha ha ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And found many many many articles bout it.  Of course there are some positives and more negatives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are some articles that I wanted to share. Read it and tell me how do you feel about this injecting Vitamin C into your vain!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.co.th/search?sourceid=navclient&amp;amp;aq=1&amp;amp;oq=injecting+Vitam&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;rlz=1T4ADBF_enTH314TH315&amp;amp;q=injecting+vitamin+c"&gt;Injecting vitamin c - Google Search&lt;/a&gt;: "Vitamin C Injection 20 posts - 6 authors - Last post: 7 Sep 2007&lt;br /&gt;Injecting vitamin C is a very, very very bad idea with long-term effects that you may experience ten or 20 years down the line. ...&lt;br /&gt;www.jurgita.com/forum/topic-1704 - Cached - Similar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anti ageing treatments: the facts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;For me I still stick into that eat right, eat moderate, eat fruit, eat Vege, exercise, no smoke, no excessive drinking and the big thing is try to be HAPPY!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Satisfies and The Happiness is the main things that to look you good and young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You look so beautiful but depress and drowning feeling will lead you to another DEAD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;By the way I am taking Vit-C 1500mg every day with other vitamin &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by ORAL! According to Dr. Thomas, Vitamin C can easily go down with the pee pee.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am not a doctor, I am a wife who read alot after my liver cancer!! Somehow I do believe in sniffing Oxygen than injecting Vit-C into your vain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I remembered when I was recovering from Liver Transplant I did sniff Oxygen.  May be in my mind but it did give me feel good and breathing better too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Beside Vitamin C , I pray every nights that may God heals me because I trust God can do it easily if this is thy will! Again I said, Our mighty God never promise me that on one on earth won't die including me but he said, "Who ever abiding in me shall be safe!!" .... I just simply "Trust!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Have a good read and thank you for poking my blog!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-1947150749113642016?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/1947150749113642016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=1947150749113642016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/1947150749113642016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/1947150749113642016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2010/11/injecting-vitamin-c.html' title='Injecting vitamin C'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-5831431303328283167</id><published>2010-11-15T07:36:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T08:31:51.364+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lady-Boy Blinded By Bogus Doctors</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;NOTE: click on it and read it!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pattayadailynews.com/en/2010/11/15/pattaya-lady-boy-blinded-by-bogus-doctors/"&gt;Pattaya Lady-Boy Blinded By Bogus Doctors&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Back to 9 years ago when I got on the sky train I would see the Natural Beauty of many Thai girls.  Now I think 65% of them have done some enlargement or reattachment??  Well, in Asia not much reduction on any parts of the body because Asian women, mostly we are small in everywhere!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Every time when I get on the sky train, I have my own survey now.  I look around me and see how many girls have done their nose or eyes or boob job.  Easy to spot the nose job has done or not.  You can see that there is a shinning line running through from between the eyes to down on top of the nose.  Somehow do not match the rest of the face naturally.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hey... I have nothing to against with the job. If this is happy for them, they should do it.  When they look at their flat nose in the mirror and suffer, unhappy and unsatisfied... they should do something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I do have flat nose and flat boobi but I am very happy with my property.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lots of Westerner women like the big boobi! ie: Ms.Dolly !  The woman who is the country singer.  Some like her boobi alot but for me they give her out of proportion and over huge for her small body. She looks like she has 3 headed woman.  Sorry.. I just talking about the huge and the tiny ONLY without ill manners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The boobi has two personalities. When you are young with the huge boobi it is ok.....still not bad yet.  But when you are over 65 and with huge boobs then you look like an old monkey playing with two coconuts!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We (women and men), all like to look good.  Me too I am one of the human being I want to look good more over beautiful and attractive but.........over done will do you harm than look good.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Young people need to remember that they do have the power of youthness and should concentrating on the main core of "what is the real beauty" means!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Have a good Botox doctor if you need one!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-5831431303328283167?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/5831431303328283167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=5831431303328283167' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/5831431303328283167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/5831431303328283167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2010/11/lady-boy-blinded-by-bogus-doctors.html' title='A Lady-Boy Blinded By Bogus Doctors'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-6629680315857419123</id><published>2010-11-10T08:44:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T09:30:59.484+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michelle Obama and the fashion</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Michelle Obama is a beautiful lady!  When she is ugly not her naked beauty but by the clothes she wears is make her ugly. For me she is never been as a sweet lady but tough and soft is her personality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TNn6Hwfp_LI/AAAAAAAACPw/U-D6SQMj6nY/s1600/fashion8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 321px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537732228012440754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TNn6Hwfp_LI/AAAAAAAACPw/U-D6SQMj6nY/s400/fashion8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In this Photo I do not like her hair nor her blouse or her dress.  what ever it is, this is a ugly blouse and very very old fashion?  Her solders look  much better than her hair and her face! She just look like the big Babara Bush Sr.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TNn6HQhfsxI/AAAAAAAACPo/8bMqezcsvks/s1600/fashion7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537732219430220562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TNn6HQhfsxI/AAAAAAAACPo/8bMqezcsvks/s400/fashion7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Now in this photo... may be her hair is the same style of the top photo but the dress makes the different! Thanks goodness she did not used the same necklace from the top photo also. The ear rings make her looks match as first lady. By the way why we Asian Women (Majority), Why we are so short?? Damn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TNn6HPMHbjI/AAAAAAAACPg/CIL2tJ5H8us/s1600/fashion6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537732219072114226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TNn6HPMHbjI/AAAAAAAACPg/CIL2tJ5H8us/s400/fashion6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Here in this photo I like her hair, her nail colours, her dress, her necklace every thing look beautiful.  Michelle needs to be watched out her butt though.  Seemingly her butt is getting bigger and bigger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TNn6HAytOcI/AAAAAAAACPY/88FGluFN0UE/s1600/fashion5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 344px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537732215207442882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TNn6HAytOcI/AAAAAAAACPY/88FGluFN0UE/s400/fashion5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Here is another Michell's stunning photo!  I did not see her behind so it is OK.  I wonder with this shinning long skirt with this colour, I am not so sure that it is OK for a girl who has big fanny or not?? Normally Not good for the big behind.   She is lucky in this photo.  With this kind of long skirt is always look good on tall girls.  Michelle is tall so her tall help her out here.  Look at the Indian Lady, she looks real stout and shout!! I do not like her colour nor the way she looks at all. Do you all know that Indian women are actully no that fat at all. The dress they put on... trust me many layers under neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TNn5jpTHCBI/AAAAAAAACPQ/o4Vlnddhj3U/s1600/fashion4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 344px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537731607605479442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TNn5jpTHCBI/AAAAAAAACPQ/o4Vlnddhj3U/s400/fashion4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In this photo with her husband, she looks real real First Lady!! Do you all noticed that Michelle loves belts???  She loves to put on belt most of her appearances. Belt can be done as a wonder touch but it can give you a very tacky look.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TNn5jGY5wsI/AAAAAAAACPI/AgA8ProC_kg/s1600/fashion2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 344px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537731598234534594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TNn5jGY5wsI/AAAAAAAACPI/AgA8ProC_kg/s400/fashion2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;If Michell is my sister, I will tell her that ditch this dress! Oh how ugly is here.  Not hers at all. The top cover looks so mighty small and her down part look sooooooooooo big! The twiggy right infront of her belly is suck too.  I will fire my beauty adviser if she wants me to put on this clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TNn5ijCgtoI/AAAAAAAACPA/43zdSSvp7AY/s1600/fashion3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537731588745377410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TNn5ijCgtoI/AAAAAAAACPA/43zdSSvp7AY/s400/fashion3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh Michelle....... Ma Bella?  Quest a vous fiet?? Here she is over joy!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come on Michelle.. You are in Bollywood and you suppose to dance Bollydance.  But instead here you want to show off your African back ground.  What to call that?? African Heritage??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TNn5iXdKWUI/AAAAAAAACO4/guOWRvkCvZM/s1600/fashion%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537731585635932482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TNn5iXdKWUI/AAAAAAAACO4/guOWRvkCvZM/s400/fashion%2B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You both look NOT so Brat Pitt and Jolie here but you both look very happy.  Michelle look so huge though!!! I really hate to see this dress on her body.  Her arems look big, her legs look big, her bottom look real real big.  Sorry!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Over all Michelle always looks OK because of her height.  Tall people have this advantage of clothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;One of my teenage dreams is.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I want to be First Lady too.!!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am happy as Sr. VP's wife for the moment but might be promote to CEO's wife soon if this is God willing!!!  Hope Our God guides every part of Robins's future life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-6629680315857419123?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/6629680315857419123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=6629680315857419123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/6629680315857419123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/6629680315857419123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2010/11/michelle-obama-and-fashion.html' title='Michelle Obama and the fashion'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TNn6Hwfp_LI/AAAAAAAACPw/U-D6SQMj6nY/s72-c/fashion8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-7131006425239742168</id><published>2010-11-08T09:08:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T10:23:52.807+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive or Forget!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We have heard many times that people are saying:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;- Please try to forgive and forget about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-Take a deep breath before you blow it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-Wards won't hurt you. (Actually it does hurt badly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-Walk out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-Pray for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;People just say it but how much they mean about it? I have no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For me I wonder how much mean to you when you say "How are you?".  Then how much you mean it when you answer like, "Fine and thank you".  Yesterday our pastor said some people answer "I am good!!" and he continued what is mean to you for saying, "I am good!".   What is Good?  Your health is good or you are good?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I just want to point it out that when you say "pray for them"... please mean it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Very interesting happened to me yesterday at the Church!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Someone said he was so Christian that he forgive the man who put him into Jail in Bangkok.  He said he is praying for him.  I can believe that he is praying for him but I can't understand why he did not explain us for what reason he got put into Jail???  Depend on the reason... may be he needs to pray for himself for forgiveness .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When my mother got pregnant (actually I was in her belly), at 14, for sure my grandmother was hurt.  My grandfather was so mad that he throw my mom out from his house in Keng Tung.  My grandmother still talking about my father that how he was so bad that make my mama got pregnant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Then if you ask me what do you think about my mother got pregnant such a very very young age?  I would say... Why not?  Because of them I am here (sound a bit selfish right?), but sure I am quite please that I am here.  On top of that I got Robins and I make my only child Shan.  I love them both.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But see the following news and tell me how much you can forgive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;News Said: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Vienna, Nov.4 (Xinhua)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Doctors in Austria removed the healthy kidney from a cancer suffer earlier this week, leaving the affected kidney, authorities said Thursday."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Then also said: "The doctors now can only try to remove the tumor and , if unsuccessful, the infected kidney will have to be removed and the patient spend the rest of their life undergoing dialysis three times a week."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Then see what the news said:"Data showed the occurrence of removing healthy organs happened occasionally in Austria."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now my question is if you are this cancer patient will you forgive the doctors and pray for them??? Now do not jump into easily saying.."Yes....I can and I can!!"  Sure some people can but some people can't.   May be 2% can forgive and 98% might want to kill this stupid doctors.  REMEMBER HERE  the news said not only doctor it's said doctorS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I honestly need to admit it here one thing.  Remember I am talking about the doctor who make mistake on my tumor??  Missed the tumor and hitted my kidney??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I do not pray for him.  I do not hate this doctor but he is not in my prayer list!  I am worry that he will do the mistake repeatingly.  But see this how our mighty God works on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If this needle poked my tumor, the cancer cells will spread it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Let me end this blog with this.................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"For you created my inmost being; and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Psalm 139: 13-14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-7131006425239742168?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/7131006425239742168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=7131006425239742168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/7131006425239742168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2010/11/yes-is-answer-of-me.html' title='YES.......... is the answer of me!!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-4689685854829780718</id><published>2010-11-02T19:53:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T19:57:19.585+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stoning Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3P3Kd-7NjTg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3P3Kd-7NjTg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="480" 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about religion base on this blog! This is purely about the movie!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I never ever walked out from watching the movie in my life. But.... this movie "The Stoning of Soraya", I can't watch it any more. I had to walked out to the toilet and closed my ears. Then the next day I like to know hows the movie ended so I talk to myself.. "Helen, this is only in the movie and  watched the ending part!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So sad, so disgusting, so amazing and so unhappily ending movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What bother me is this..... the movie is based on a true story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Here some parts of critic on this movie by Cibbuano!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"by Cibbuano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- written in 1994, it describes the true story told to a French-Iranian journalist as he was passing through a village. Told by Soraya's aunt, the story unravels the deceit and lies told by the men in the village, using the convenient charge of adultery to stone Soraya to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was Soraya's charge? The movie is quite one-sided on this: she was falsely accused by her husband, who only wanted a divorce, but did not want to pay her to support herself. Using his connection with the corrupt local mullah, he convinced the men in the village that she was a lusty woman, mostly because she smiled at a widower."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;For that smiled to the opposite sex, she got the punishment of stone to dead!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am so glad that I am living in Thailand!  Thailand is calls "The Land of Smile".  Me too I mostly smile at people around the world (may be except those forbidden to smile countries), specially in Thailand because people around here are so friendly and happy people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If I will get the punishment of stoning  because of smiling at someone, I will be dead by long time ago!  Well....I might die with the smiling face as I like to smile.  On top of that I like laughing and I laugh alot. Hummm for just smiling you get that bad punishment right?? I wonder what kind of punishment for laughing like ha ha ha ha with the male friends???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I guess in some countries you have to walk with a very angry faces! What a life???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Somehow this remind me when I was in Burma years!  In Burma you can NOT kiss (Simple kiss nor Franch kiss), in public!  But as an exceptional, you can kiss your wife or your lover or your partner who ever in your own House or University Compound or Movie Halls or in the Zoo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;In Rangoon young people go to the zoo are not to see the animal at all.  80% of those people in the zoo are just for to KISS your lover freely!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;There is no stone to dead in Burma though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Then today I read this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Iran woman could be stoned to dead soon!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yeah right another one! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;By the way I do believe in punishment from the government though.  ie: Ted Bundy!!  I think he was the most cruel man on earth to kill 30 ++ women by his own pleasure on the sickness of him.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Here I want to point it out between this Iran woman who is just about to stone to dead and Ted Bundy.  She was committed "Adultery" which is she is not acting along.  To be an  "adultery woman" you need a male partner...don't you???  Right???  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;OK as the way they believe that this woman must die by stoning but how about the man she had fun with???  What is for this man's punishment?? 3 days in Jail??  If the punishment is equal to the man and woman I would try to understand it but now I can't UNDERSTAND!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why the woman must stone to dead and the man is still breathing??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SAD and UNFAIR is I see here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now back to the movie......... "The Stoning of Soraya"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This is how the movie ended.  The first to stone at her was her own blood father.  Of course he throwed the stone at her as missed direction, did not hit her.  How could a father do that?  NO!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So the second person to thrown at her was her own husband who want her to die in order to get married to a 14 years old girl without child support to his first wife.  That is the motivation of this ugly man. He stoned at her right on her head!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Then the third persons to thrown at her was her own 2 sons!  Speaking by the blood the 2 sons do not want to do it but by force they did it.  Without a doubt I say that they live this moment in their whole lives!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Then all of the male villagers thrown at her with thousand of stones till she die.  Then there was a party at the village too.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Here we are 2010 but what kind of punishment is this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ted Bundy die with peace and in sleeping position.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Soraya die with pain and in waist level buried position.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I did check out about the stoning punishment and this is what I found: Both in Judaism or Islam, the Stoning are not written in the Koran nor Jewish bible.  "It is Oral Law."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;NOTE:&lt;/span&gt; Do not have sex with other's women in Afghanistan, Iran, Nigeria, Somalia, Sudan and Saudi Arabian!!! You will get the pain and slow to dead by stoning.  Also reading about you can't be GAY or LESBIAN in those countries too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-1150254857299412114?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/1150254857299412114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=1150254857299412114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/1150254857299412114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/1150254857299412114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2010/10/stoning.html' title='The Stoning'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-6737365620464615870</id><published>2010-10-28T07:43:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T07:50:02.419+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me in my home lab!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; 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TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TMjF1DuR-hI/AAAAAAAACN4/x1SWgg4Apjg/s1600/IMG_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TMjF1DuR-hI/AAAAAAAACN4/x1SWgg4Apjg/s400/IMG_0101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-6827881396659949458?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/6827881396659949458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=6827881396659949458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/6827881396659949458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/6827881396659949458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2010/10/jewellery-photo-2.html' title='Jewellery photo 2'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vZAeynpJN1s/TMjF1DuR-hI/AAAAAAAACN4/x1SWgg4Apjg/s72-c/IMG_0101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-7704341933675990258</id><published>2010-10-28T07:36:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T07:48:27.736+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jewellery photo 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; 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Nice and big was my first impression!! Bangkok is another city which is never sleep! We have every thing except Atom Bomb and The Rocket go to the moon. Well you never know we might have that too in future. The Rocket go to the moon??? Who cares there is nothing on the moon right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am not going to blog about the good, the bad and the ugly in Bangkok. I want to blog about people in Bangkok. Bangkok is a cosmopolitan out look city. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;There is a cinema complex call "Major". What ever new movies show in US, after one or two days, the movies are here in Bangkok too. Sometime the DVD of new movies which are even not showing in any cinemas in Bangkok yet but you can get it on the street. Yes...... 100% clear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I have no idea how they get on Bangkok street. Some of them are very clean movies but what bother me is you can see the line on the screen and it said "This is only for Oscar Award Purpose only." Well too bad they are on the street in Bangkok! We are the Oscar Members too I guess!! Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Two days ago I was at the Major Complex to get some KFC for our dinner. I know I know it is bad. As I give all my helpers on Sunday is their holiday I cheat my cooking on Sunday. Hey hey but only sometimes not always. By the way try it KFC with home make mash potato.... It is good!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When I was lining in to get the KFC there were a Muslim girl was behind me. She looks like her late 30. Whe I turned my head she was smiling at me. She has her burqa on it. She is a beautiful woman slim with the fine face. NO joke yes she is good looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;She said to me, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;" . I was thinking Oh very friendly too. So I greeted her back, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hello, how are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The line was quit long as on Sunday. So we 2 women exchanged the conversation. One point I asked her, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What bring you to Bangkok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;" and she answered to me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My husband is working at the Suvarnabhumi (spelling??) air port&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;". Then I asked here,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Where do you from??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;" . She said to me, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh I am from Iran!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I was eating Korean food in Emporium Mall. I like Korean food you know. I like "Kyap Chair" (glass noodle what ever they do with it), and "Kim chee" too. Some restaurant they give you kim chee the size of your eye balls. I end up asking to fill it up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So when the little waitress girl passed by me I said to her, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Can you give me more kim chee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;" . She answered to me very politely and said, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;" . Then she walked back to the cash counter, with high voice and said, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hey that "Bour Daw" wants more kim chee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;" (In Burmese which is I understand very well). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Bour Daw" in Burmese means "Old Lady"! Of course I do not like people calling me Bour Daw so I waved at her and said to her with very sweet little voice IN BURMESE, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Do not call me "Bour Daw". I won't give you a good tips!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;She covered her mouth with her one hand and went... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;He he he he he he sorry sorry ma ma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;" (Ma ma means Sister!)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Can you tell me what Language is the "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;he hee he hee he heee"???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That's what happened in Bangkok to me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-1754237663002763772?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/1754237663002763772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=1754237663002763772' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/1754237663002763772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/1754237663002763772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2010/10/came-to-bangkok-2002.html' title='People in Bangkok'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-8044844850075318504</id><published>2010-10-20T07:32:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T09:06:34.906+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;There are 2 kinds of women.  As I am a Christian woman lets me put it this way......  Mary and Eve kinds of women!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mary, earthly mother of Christ and she is nice! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Eve, the one seduced Adam to eat fatal fruit and sin! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I want to talk about EVE today!! If I am wrong please share what is your thinking about her also.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We know Mary is good and Eve is bad.   For me Eve is easy to fall for sin and Adam is stupid enough to eat the fatal fruit knowingly he got told, "Do not eat fruit from this tree!!"  ("...you shall surely die" (Genesis 2:16-17)" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thinking about it... even on earth there are some fatal foods that you are not suppose to eat.  ie: Some Mushroom, blow fish!! We still have huge freedomly choice of to eat OR not to eat those fatal food.... don't we???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why Adam eats the deadly fruit?  Some said, because Eve attempted him to eat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why Eve blames Adam?  Some s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;aid, Adam was made out of DUST! Doesn't take much time to think about what is right and wrong. Do it now and sin it later type!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well how true, you think it yourself!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;For me:  God told them "Both" that "Do not eat this fruit!" right??? So they both sin together and can't blame one to the other.  Can't blame Eve nor Adam! If you sin you are sin NOT he or she makes me do it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I read about "Adam and the fruit!" by SirDent's blog.  He wrote as he was in Adam's place and talked about how He, as Adam struggled the love between God and Eve.  Interesting!!!! Google it and good to read though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Well nowadays how many Adam Men on this earth who love blindly their wives?  Not Much.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;There are many temptation on this earth.  It all up to us! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lets see this.  I know my marriage is not always rosy road.  I know Robins loves me and I love him. But say.... One day Robins comes to me with the sweetest face of him and said, "My darling Helen, please eat this blow fish (the one not taking out the poison bag!!), if you really love me".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I will say to him, "You are trying to kill me and I will call the police or call 911 as soon as I can be!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Use your brain which God puts it up in the head for a good reason so use it nicely folks!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Let me end with this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For I testify unto every man that heareth the words of the prophecy of this book (Bible), if any man shall add unto these things, God shall add unto these him  the plagues that are written in this book:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And if any man shall take away from the words of the book of this prophecy, God shall take away his part out the book of life, and out of the holy city, and from the things which are written in this book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Revelation 22: 18-19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;PS:  I am not the sinless person but trying hard to use my brain to act accordingly right with the help of Our Mighty God.  I love you my God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-8044844850075318504?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/8044844850075318504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=8044844850075318504' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/8044844850075318504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/8044844850075318504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2010/10/women.html' title='Women'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-8139858706595397326</id><published>2010-10-18T07:20:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T08:31:22.093+07:00</updated><title type='text'>View on Masturbation</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;NOTE:  I am not a doctor nor masturbation specialist.  But read this as a health view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;One of my good friends presented me a book calls "Everything Menopause Book: Reassuring advice and the latest information to keep you healthy and sane by Samona Slupik, M.D., F.A.C.O.G.,"!  By the way I should say that it is a good book and women who are in menopause should read it!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now wait a minute...  I am not menopause yet.  I might be in perimenopause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lately I got this hot flash run different parts of my body.  Strange, I had this hot flash right after I got my new liver 4 years ago but stayed with me only 2 days and never came back till last 3 months ago!! That's mean after 4 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I do not have birth certificate but now by the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;creation &lt;/span&gt;I can tell I am approaching my middle age.. I guess!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I look up exactly the meaning of masturbation (why I looked up about this I will tell you later), and it said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Erotic stimulation of one's own genital organs, usually to achieve orgasm. Masturbatory behavior is common in infants and adolescents, and is indulged in by many adults as well. Studies indicate that over 90% of U.S. males and 60 – 80% of U.S. females have masturbated at one time or another."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You know I never ever been to the hospital except these two occasions. One was when my son was born (C section as he was big  10 lbs boy),  and the other was my "liver Transplant" .  I was healthy and living right till this huge thing hitted me. So... I am not interested to read about health BEFORE but now I am so careful about health and read about health MORE and MORE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Most Asian women did not talk about masturbation at all.  We used to think it was a dirty and shameful thing to say or to do.  I am an Asian woman so never talk about it before but now a very health concern woman I will tell everything about it to my liver coordinator and to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Right after living with new liver, I should say around 2 years, my asexuality desire went up.  I did not tell to no one as thinking this is shameful. Then the other round I thought my body screw up and worry that what is happening in my body.  Main question, "Is my new liver OK??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now after 4 years I asked my coordinator this question last year. With all my energy taking OR I should say with very bravely face OR uncomfortably I asked to my liver coordinator...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Is there anyone complaining about their sex life gone crazy after new liver??"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The answer was...guess what?? Of course "YES!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Coincidentally I read about masturbation as a part of the book which my friend gave me. (Now you know why I blog about masturbation!). It said (To those women who are in Menopause Lives),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Many Doctors and sex therapists encourage their patients to masturbate to increase their ability to respond to sexual stimulation and to combat stress and anxiety!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now I thought I have to research on masturbation how this effected on health view.  I read more and found the following &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(Purely my own curiosity). It said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Positives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;�         May help to reduce stress and release sexual tension&lt;br /&gt;�         May help a person become more comfortable with his or her own sexuality&lt;br /&gt;�         Masturbation eliminates the potential for pregnancy or transmission of sexually transmitted diseases.&lt;br /&gt;�         Being self-aware of one’s body and sexuality may better prepare him/her for sexual activity with a partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Negatives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;�         Frequent and vigorous masturbation may produce skin abrasions or superficial bruising/temporary discoloration.&lt;br /&gt;�         Masturbation may become an obsession or addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masturbation may become an obsession or addiction which is generally felt to be the case if it reduces time available to participate in other activities (i.e. social relationships, job, work). This may lead to diversion of income toward sex merchandises (i.e. videotapes, chat rooms, online pornography, phone chat lines)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;PS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-I did not know that masturbating can be addicted that bad till I read about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-I did not know that masturbatory behavior is common in infants! Or should say almost to everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-I did not know that lots of people in USA are masturbating until I read about it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-8139858706595397326?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/8139858706595397326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=8139858706595397326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/8139858706595397326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/8139858706595397326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2010/10/view-on-masturbation.html' title='View on Masturbation'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-7634070212565682373</id><published>2010-10-11T09:08:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T12:15:13.146+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inner Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am trying to understand what is Inner Peace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Wikipedia said, "Inner peace (or peace of mind) refers to a state of being &lt;a title="Mind" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mind"&gt;mentally&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a title="Spirituality" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spirituality"&gt;spiritually&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a title="Peace" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peace"&gt;peace&lt;/a&gt;, with enough &lt;a title="Knowledge" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Knowledge"&gt;knowledge&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a title="Understanding" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Understanding"&gt;understanding&lt;/a&gt; to keep oneself strong in the face of discord or &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Stress (medicine)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stress_(medicine)"&gt;stress&lt;/a&gt;. Being "at peace" is considered by many to be healthy (&lt;a title="Homeostasis" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Homeostasis"&gt;homeostasis&lt;/a&gt;) and the opposite of being stressed or anxious. Peace of mind is generally associated with &lt;a class="extiw" title="wiktionary:bliss" href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/bliss"&gt;bliss&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a title="Happiness" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Happiness"&gt;happiness&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So it mean, mentally and spiritually at peace right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My question is how could I find both together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lets see people/things around me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Husband: No trouble. Feed us well, give us well and he sleep real well too. But.... I have no idea about him that his body and his spirit are still attached or not. He looks like Robot!!! We have been married to 19 years. Those who are married to this long know how things changed. Without a lie I can tell you that.... how strong our thought, respect, priority and love between us. Can't answer you that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Thanks goodness that I still can read some about him. I know he wants to be the best of his career life. He wants to meet my health's bills. These 2 points, he still showing that how important for him. How I know it?? Because he act and show me clearly that it is his center point!! Talking, taking, spending, thinking time about family, I have no idea which stage he is in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He is not my both mentally and spiritually inner peace at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My son: He is a lovely child. Now at 15 he is fighting with his teenage life. All the mothers know what I am talking about! He has his own strong point of views now. He doesn't want to talk too much either. The computer is his world. Honestly my family doesn't do much together anymore. Do you think just playing tennis on Saturday only will keep the family together alive??? I don't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My son can't help my inner peace either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My father: As I told you before he is not much in my life. I love him but how deep??? I can't answer it because he was not in the picture of my childhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My father can't give me inner peace to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My grandmother: Thanks God for this lady. She faced the worst of her life. Lost her daughter and her grand daughter (my sister), both in a short years but still have faith said, "When God calls me I am ready. I will see them both (my mother and sister), I am not worry." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;She is a lady always laughing. Complaining is not her style. Sailing her life so lightly and happily with her faith. She knows clearly who her Captain is!!!! A lady who loves God and yes.... she share me where to find my inner peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me: I try to be a good mother and a good wife. I am not a flawless diamond but some inclusion in it! But I know what I want. What I want is a happy, healthy and a meaningful family. Now more and more getting hard to reach that Happy Family picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I do worry. I worry about my son's education because lately he was telling me that he doesn't want to go to boarding school in US but I can't raise him in Thailand. He must go!!! He must grown up and see the real world. Life is not always with Driver, Maids, and me, the mother. He has been bless by all comfortable life. Everything is ready in front of him. But for sure this will not give my son inner peace. I am sure for that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I worry about how my son is going to face this real world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I worry about my 2 step brothers (the most)....Food!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I worry about my health future! (Only my Christ knows!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is what I lean how to get a mentally inner peace. "Just shut the mouth will work for me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To get my spiritually inner peace.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sometime we all feel that we are up against a wall, struggling with a decision, situation that make us so down and feel bad. Sometime I just want to run from everyone and be myself then..... I know this won't work either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2 nights ago, I read my prayer devotional book! It said, "Turning Point, a decision to turn things around."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The book asked these questions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-What if Noah had told God, "I don't do boats!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-What if Joseph had not forgiven his brothers and failed to protect them from the life-threatening famine? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-What if Jesus (God in human flash), had refused to die on the cross? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You answera them yourself!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For me here is my best way to get my inner peace..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Surrender becomes victory when we yield to God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"I will stand my watch and set myself on the rampart, and watch to see what HE will say to me." Habakkuk 2:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;PS:  I am so thankful that my family still do pray together on Sunday.  For me sure because of that I am still having this family!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-7634070212565682373?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/7634070212565682373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=7634070212565682373' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/7634070212565682373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/7634070212565682373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2010/10/inner-peace.html' title='Inner Peace'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-382386828821037693</id><published>2010-10-07T09:25:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T09:34:40.190+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chichi peralta - procura</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/DRsWN4WCvRY/hqdefault.jpg)" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DRsWN4WCvRY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DRsWN4WCvRY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Thank you so much to all my readers!  Just checked it and many of  you are reading my blogs.  I will be back but now enjoy the CHICHI and dance it off!  I did.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lately I am not so happy and need time.  I might go somewhere for to get a fresh air to fresh me out too.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Have a good time with this music!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-382386828821037693?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/382386828821037693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=382386828821037693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/382386828821037693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/382386828821037693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2010/10/chichi-peralta-procura.html' title='Chichi peralta - procura'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-7747186148655096801</id><published>2010-10-02T09:24:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T21:49:38.931+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheating Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;OK this is the final blog of Cheating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Some high position expat men working in Asia, they base in Bangkok with their families. Like my husband, we stay in Bangkok but he has to go all over the world including Asia and sometime as far as to South America. So I can say they all have more or less so many same accidents, same stories in their lives. Good and Bad both I should say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The following story is take place in China!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lets call him "Mojo"!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mojo is holding a good position in a big company in Thailand. He has to go all over the world. One of the destinations Mojo needs to go is.... to Hinan Island, in China. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I haven't been there yet but according to people who had been there said, it has beautiful beaches and also many beautiful bitches too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This is what happened to Mojo in Hinan Island .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Most proper hotels in every where they always have extra pillow in the closet. More over you can even find extra blankets...... Right? But not all hotels have extra pillow in China. Not at all!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;One evening after hard working and heavy meal Mojo got a call. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The caller said, "Sir do you need extra pillow?" Mojo thought what a nice friendly hotel so he said, "OK please....thank you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mojo waited and waited and..... after 3o minutes someone knocked the door. Mojo thought well finally here comes my extra pillow. Mojo opened the door but not hotel worker with the extra pillow but was a young girl standing in front of Mojo's door!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The girl was wearing a very short skirt and her blouse was way low cut neckline just barely covered her nipple!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mojo said to her, "Hello, I think you knock the wrong room!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The girl said Mojo, "No no no no NOOO. You want pillow! MEEE Pillow. Me pillow" as pointed to her chest and keep saying repeatedly "Me Pillow. Extra Pillow!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Then... Slow Mojo got the point. Of course I think Mojo is not that dumb as holding for a good position of job. The only thing he has to do is think fast!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;OK the story teller stop there. I have no idea what happened to Mojo and his extra pillow on that night. ???????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am thinking.... Will Mojo said, "I am sorry. No, Thank you!" OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Oh yes... I want two extra pillows!". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;If Mojo is a married man, lets hope he knows how to say NO even his family is far 1200 0r 4000 miles away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The bottom line... We all write our own history. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-7747186148655096801?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/7747186148655096801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=7747186148655096801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/7747186148655096801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/7747186148655096801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2010/10/cheating-part-3.html' title='Cheating Part 3'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-7750820664626208393</id><published>2010-09-29T07:08:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T09:26:17.932+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheating Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lately when I wake up I did not say "Good morning" to my husband. The question is....Why not? The Answer is.... Because he even can't give me a proper regular "Good morning kiss" to me any more. He Rush to the office, rush to the coffee, rush to the car, rush to eat and rush to just about everything. Now I am starting to think what he is rushing for!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is what I say to Robins in different morning, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-"Look, don't you dare to cheat me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-"You behave!! I will hire the private detective to follow you." (Cheap in Bangkok but they do the good job too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-"You have mistress??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-"Are you testing your ability?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-"I need to see the financial report each month."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-Bla bla bla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;NOTE: To my knowledge Robins hasn't cheat to me. In 19 years marrying and living with him, he is still acting well. Back home by 6 pm evey days to be with us except when he goes to all over the world which is often. So should I say NOT YET!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The reason I bring up about "Cheating" is........,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Way back when I just arrived to Thailand I went back to school to become a Gemologist!! We had 15 people from all over the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Madeline (not her real name), is from France and she was my diamond classmate. She had been married to her husband for 25 years (??) and went all over the world as he is working for the French Government. To make the story short, when he got posted in Thailand and right after one year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;he cheated on her with a young Thai girls. Not once but twice!! She kicked him out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Latest news is... he is living in Thailand with his young wife by the religion married ceremony only even his divorce paper is not reach in the final stage yet. He is not young but an old fart!! I give him 2 years and he will end up deep @#$% or sleepless in Thailand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now back to my expat wives party last week. (see my last blog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In our table, I did not know how the conversation started but suddenly the well know CEO's wife was talking to the XXX Director's wife (who just arrived to Bangkok 2 weeks), that not to leave her husband alone in Thailand! The CEO's wife has the reason to say though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The CEO's wife said, " You know one of my friends's husband divorced his wife after many many years for the girl who is younger than his own daughter. My friend is so nice being as his good wife, as a good mother. She is simple and why my friend deserved this..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I think the man is around 60 an old fart! I give him 2 years too. He will be broke and misery till he leaves this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Then last week I went to my son school for parent morning coffee meeting. There's a lady she is from Argentina. She was telling that her friend's husband left her for another young Thai girl. He is late 50 and for me another old fart! I give him 2 years also. he will be very regret when his sex life die down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If I blog about how many men end up cheating their wives, there will be next 15 blogs more to finish cheating stories in Thailand. Oh yeah I know it is happen all over the world but what I want to say is.... what is going on and on in Thailand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Deep thought.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I have some questions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1. A man wants to cheat, he will be cheating anywhere right? It is up to individual or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2. The fashion in Thailand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;3. These men are back in their own country they are just nobody and they feel somebody in Thailand??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;4. Back home they are mostly Blue Collars and here in Thailand they thought they are Superiors?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;OR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;5. Being so old fart that can't help their own old age and just behaving real bad!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;All these questions are base on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Old fart men and young girls" stories!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-7750820664626208393?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/7750820664626208393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=7750820664626208393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/7750820664626208393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/7750820664626208393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2010/09/cheating-part-2.html' title='Cheating Part 2'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-5584843159967037108</id><published>2010-09-27T08:54:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T07:45:10.560+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheating</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yesterday I was in the Church! Sunday is my worshipping day because I have appointment with God. I like to keep my appointment!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This is what I believe......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;God gives me 7 days in a week! From these 7 days, I always keep my appointment with my Lord Jesus Christ on SUNDAY unless I can't move. I have lots of time for what ever I need to do on the rest of 6 days but on Sunday I do need to let my God knows that what is on my prayer list. I know God can help in thy time and thy date. I have been enjoy having conversation with my God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;In Good time or Bad time, God is always Good!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This week I watched 2 movies.... "Being Julia" and "Sylvia". Oh big mistake...... both movie make me so depress. "Being Julia" is fun with depress but Sylvia is sad and depress!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Being Julia......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The woman, Julia has affair with almost the age of her son even she has quit nice husband. She is famous, she has money, she is good at what she is doing but not happy after her toy boy dumped her for the younger woman. The movie end with she showed every one that she is still in control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sylvia..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;She met her future husband when she was in collage. They married, had a short time of happiness. She become well know poet writer. The husband cheated with her married friend. Mean time she fall into depression (Which made me so depress just watching her in the movie too), so bad and so bad that she end up killing herself. Sad movie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Co accident or reality, I don't know but lately I got news that old men are cheating on their wives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Last week went to the party. Full of expat wives. I was sitting next to the XX company CEO's wife. Next to her Japanese, next to her new arrival Chevron Director's wife next to her was sitting Mexican woman, next to her was a housewife, then wine distributor and ME, the shrimp farmer wife!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;To be continued please see tomorrow blog! Cheating Part 2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-5584843159967037108?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/5584843159967037108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=5584843159967037108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/5584843159967037108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/5584843159967037108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2010/09/cheating.html' title='Cheating'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1714603674288323132.post-1750526957441351219</id><published>2010-09-24T16:48:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T19:28:04.923+07:00</updated><title type='text'>About Gem and About Cancer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Last week was a busy week actually busy with Gems and jewellery!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Eight years ago, I attended GIA (Gemology Institute of America), to get my Diamond, Designer Class and Colour Stone Diplomas.  Then I went to attend the full 2 years courses at the AIGS (Asian Institutes of Gemology Science) and got my Gemologist Degree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I got my BSc (Biology),  way back my university years but do not like it much.  Never use Biology to get my job either but after touching, smelling, arranging and playing the gem, I fall in love with all of them.  Bangkok is the gem trading city so here I am in the right place don't I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Last week I got some orders.  2 necklaces and 10 rings!!  That's why I did not have much time to blog. Last year was a good year and this year is not bad at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now about cancer....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Yesterday I went to my son's school for parents coffee morning.  I have a Thai friend, her son is my son's classmate.  Lets call her, Dee!!  She is beautiful and has this classic Thai looks. She married to a Kuwait Pilots who she met when she was working as a air stewardess. She is thin, she looks healthy.  I know her since I arrived to Thailand through the school.  Any school activities she is there.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Yesterday at school meeting I noticed that she was not there.   So I asked one of the parents who knows her also. I asked, "Where is Dee? " And she said, "She is sick.  Do you know she has breast cancer?"  I felt like a train hit me again. I was so shocked!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Her husband was diagnosis with colon cancer two years ago.  How could this happened to such a young couple..... 2 cancers in 3 years???  I am very very sad for the new. Their son is same age as my son, 15! How this boy will think about life? Even time to time I still thinking.., "The cancer took my mother and my sister both lives in such a young age!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I learn one thing...Life you never know! Also Cancer.... you never knows who, when, how it going to attack.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When caner hitted me 5 years ago I smiply pray...."Dear God, please help me."  Now today pray with me this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Dear God, Please help Dee and her family.  In Christ name, Aman."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"I Cried out to the Lord because of my affliction, and He answered me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jonah 2:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1714603674288323132-1750526957441351219?l=helenmcintosh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/feeds/1750526957441351219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1714603674288323132&amp;postID=1750526957441351219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/1750526957441351219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1714603674288323132/posts/default/1750526957441351219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2010/09/about-gem-and-about-cancer.html' title='About Gem and About Cancer!'/><author><name>Helen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10766422890981495537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
