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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;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/EebQ/~4/Bded-PlPetY" height="1" width="1"/&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="5 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://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/EebQ/~3/Bded-PlPetY/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>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/10/happiness-of-steve-job.html</feedburner:origLink></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;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/EebQ/~4/SzCa8k0qiT4" height="1" width="1"/&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://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/EebQ/~3/SzCa8k0qiT4/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><feedburner:origLink>http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/10/parting.html</feedburner:origLink></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;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/EebQ/~4/u-szXpJ6FWw" height="1" width="1"/&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://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/EebQ/~3/u-szXpJ6FWw/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><feedburner:origLink>http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/09/know-your-own-body.html</feedburner:origLink></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;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/EebQ/~4/2yRsqS13AU8" height="1" width="1"/&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://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/EebQ/~3/2yRsqS13AU8/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><feedburner:origLink>http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/09/washington-dc-jfdk-dubai-bangkok.html</feedburner:origLink></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;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/EebQ/~4/sA5bKXw96Oo" height="1" width="1"/&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://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/EebQ/~3/sA5bKXw96Oo/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><feedburner:origLink>http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/07/july-23th-i-went-fishing.html</feedburner:origLink></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;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/EebQ/~4/WtmoNYit74w" height="1" width="1"/&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://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/EebQ/~3/WtmoNYit74w/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><feedburner:origLink>http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-thoght-for-today.html</feedburner:origLink></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;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/EebQ/~4/BF2p_0lTYPU" height="1" width="1"/&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://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/EebQ/~3/BF2p_0lTYPU/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><feedburner:origLink>http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/07/various-talks.html</feedburner:origLink></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;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/EebQ/~4/o2QXCnZ3qBo" height="1" width="1"/&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://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/EebQ/~3/o2QXCnZ3qBo/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><feedburner:origLink>http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/06/shocking-news.html</feedburner:origLink></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;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/EebQ/~4/DUdRt5gvUJ4" height="1" width="1"/&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://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/EebQ/~3/DUdRt5gvUJ4/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><feedburner:origLink>http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/06/resume.html</feedburner:origLink></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. 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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;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/EebQ/~4/ffus1DJI24Y" height="1" width="1"/&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://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/EebQ/~3/ffus1DJI24Y/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><feedburner:origLink>http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/05/19-year-of-my-marriage.html</feedburner:origLink></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;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/EebQ/~4/wCa91U0ZJtM" height="1" width="1"/&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://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/EebQ/~3/wCa91U0ZJtM/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><feedburner:origLink>http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/04/everything.html</feedburner:origLink></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;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/EebQ/~4/nHiE2EY158Q" height="1" width="1"/&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://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/EebQ/~3/nHiE2EY158Q/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><feedburner:origLink>http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-am-flying-to-chaing-mai-very-soon.html</feedburner:origLink></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;
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&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;
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&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;
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&lt;br /&gt;This is my prayer: "Our Heavenly God, 
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&lt;br /&gt;No matter what is happenning around on this earth, Please guides me and leads me to live under thy sight.
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&lt;br /&gt;In Christ name,
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&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;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/EebQ/~4/vCf7D6RIYzw" height="1" width="1"/&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://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/EebQ/~3/vCf7D6RIYzw/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><feedburner:origLink>http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/03/purnishment.html</feedburner:origLink></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;
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&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;
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&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;
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&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;
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&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;
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&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;
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&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;
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&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;
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&lt;br /&gt;Very thankful for my grandma is getting better and my house is still pretty too. 
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&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;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/EebQ/~4/9noNc1Kovao" height="1" width="1"/&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://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/EebQ/~3/9noNc1Kovao/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><feedburner:origLink>http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/03/quake-and-my-grandma.html</feedburner:origLink></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;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/EebQ/~4/hHF72voIVHo" height="1" width="1"/&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://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/EebQ/~3/hHF72voIVHo/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><feedburner:origLink>http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/03/double-blessing.html</feedburner:origLink></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;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/EebQ/~4/DawJo_IsWGY" height="1" width="1"/&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://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/EebQ/~3/DawJo_IsWGY/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><feedburner:origLink>http://helenmcintosh.blogspot.com/2011/03/everything.html</feedburner:origLink></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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