<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454</id><updated>2011-12-25T02:57:53.984-08:00</updated><category term='Songs'/><category term='Tiara Ministry'/><category term='Mutltimedia Projects'/><category term='The Ready Writer'/><title type='text'>the renewed writer</title><subtitle type='html'>Do not call to mind the former things, or ponder things of the past. 
Behold, I will do something new, 
now it will spring forth; will you not be aware of it? I will even make a roadway in the wilderness, rivers in the desert. ~Isaiah 43:18-19</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>148</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-8049514954545014586</id><published>2011-12-18T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T19:20:46.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first Christmas song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2naaPwhadBc/Tu6tXBpMt_I/AAAAAAAABEs/X0bphsBbeVk/s1600/love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2naaPwhadBc/Tu6tXBpMt_I/AAAAAAAABEs/X0bphsBbeVk/s400/love.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;LOVE CAME DOWN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Verse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Christmas trees on the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Yule-tide carols hear the sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;All the gifts can be found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Every year all around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A baby was born in a town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Who gave up His royal crown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;For you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;So that love came down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm coming home for Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;For the heart of Christmas is Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The reason I live and the reason I sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Is that love came down to my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-8049514954545014586?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/8049514954545014586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-first-christmas-song.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/8049514954545014586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/8049514954545014586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-first-christmas-song.html' title='My first Christmas song'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2naaPwhadBc/Tu6tXBpMt_I/AAAAAAAABEs/X0bphsBbeVk/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-3520307225710542919</id><published>2011-10-11T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T20:11:42.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A gift from the Lover of my soul...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B6cjsGW13qw/TpUFGybNAKI/AAAAAAAABEg/PBEz03SFY3U/s1600/IMG_6346.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B6cjsGW13qw/TpUFGybNAKI/AAAAAAAABEg/PBEz03SFY3U/s320/IMG_6346.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662437720661491874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nyTcL7r5woQ/TpUFGsfGbFI/AAAAAAAABEQ/XCwj0XPuZvI/s1600/IMG_6345.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nyTcL7r5woQ/TpUFGsfGbFI/AAAAAAAABEQ/XCwj0XPuZvI/s320/IMG_6345.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662437719067225170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I have been sharing with friends about getting gifts from people without praying or asking or telling anyone. It's been happening so much that it kinda scares me sometimes. When I was sharing again recently, a friend commented that she was very encouraged that I always give thanks for small things. I was abit shocked by her comment. Cause I never thought of getting things without anyone knowing is a small thing. It's supernatural. It's not a coincidence. It's only a big God who cares for the smallest things in our lives Who can do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And yesterday, I received one of the most fine gift again. Many years ago when I attended some banquet at a hotel, I saw a couple of ladies using something which we would call now 'purse folding hook'. I was very impressed with the idea. I asked them when I could get it. They told me, 'Oh you can't. We bought it from Hong Kong.' Well, I thought to myself, 'It'll come to Malaysia sooner or later.' Ever since, I have been eyeing on these things. It's still not too common here but it's available here already. I see them here and there. However, I still haven't found the right one, the right price, the right time to get it. You see, it's not urgent, it's not very important. But! I will get one for myself one of these days. It's a secret desire of my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A special friend who just came home from her Hong Kong trip caught up with me at breakfast yesterday. As I was sharing my life with her, she heard the Lord told her to give me the purse folding hook. So she interrupted me and asked me if I was looking for a purse folding hook. I nodded my head as hard as I can. She was not sure if she heard God correctly. Oh yes, she did hear God clearly. For many years, I have been wanting to own that. And she happened to buy some from Hong Kong. Even though we have been close friends, I have never told her about it. After all, it's just a small thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Oh, what shall I say? I am not writing this to show off. I don't deserve a gift like this. But I was so flattered. So romanced. So loved. So touched..... Can it be better than this? Cause if it can, I want more!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;And I had the privilege to choose one for myself. This is what i chose. A white one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-3520307225710542919?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/3520307225710542919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2011/10/gift-from-lover-of-my-soul.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/3520307225710542919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/3520307225710542919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2011/10/gift-from-lover-of-my-soul.html' title='A gift from the Lover of my soul...'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B6cjsGW13qw/TpUFGybNAKI/AAAAAAAABEg/PBEz03SFY3U/s72-c/IMG_6346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-2979557736151601874</id><published>2011-08-09T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T23:40:36.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kamsa hamnida....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8NU6Q3sPIMM/TkIdq7W0u0I/AAAAAAAABCw/7sTZs4vRE1M/s200/DSC06551.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639102306746415938" style="display: block; 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"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MKEhGnWwrzw/TkIkjIchQZI/AAAAAAAABD4/vEi6-y_3JzI/s200/DSC06548.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639109869402407314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMhvokNPwoM/TkIlvWwjXCI/AAAAAAAABEA/7SURVy4Mpac/s200/DSC06552.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639111178914585634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MwF_d7B3eZA/TkIlvkJ1ptI/AAAAAAAABEI/66qCvUGmAJE/s200/DSC06553.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639111182510302930" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "  &gt;A tragedy happened. The first thought that came to my mind, I believe, it's the same for many others especially the friends and family. Why? How could God let this happen? A Korean boy lost his life. 18 years old. First year in university. Came here for a short term mission. His team of over 30 people prayed for 100 days before they came. Where was God? I can't help but to question God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"  &gt;I made my point to support this team by attending the funeral. I was thinking this must be unbearable for the parents and family. To my surprise, there was so much peace in the room and the parents and other Korean pastors and representatives were all so gentle and quiet-hearted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"  &gt;Rev Lee shared a simple message. One of his points was talking about how difficult it was for many parents to release their children for God's mission, especially to dangerous place. He himself just released his only daughter, Cathy to Japan to help the Tsunami victims just recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"  &gt;But the Korean boy's parents have done that. They were willing to give their son to Jesus Christ. And we all believe, the ministry of Jesus Christ to continue and the boy's effort to preach the gospel will never be in vain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;When it was time to show respect to the boy, after which I came to his mum, I leaned towards her right shoulder, and whispered something softly to her ear. What could I say to comfort a mother who has just lost his son? Honestly I don't know what to say. With the language barrier, what words would I tell her to comfort her? She started to shiver and cry more. We held on to each other. I said it once more to her. And she said back to me, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;kamsa hamnida" (which means thank you in Korean)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;I only wished she understood. And I think she did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Later Tiffany asked me what I said to her. I told her that I said exactly the same thing what she said to me. I only said 'thank you' to her. I wanted to thank her for giving up her son and God knows how she felt. But I could only express this way, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;kamsa hamnida."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I am glad to know that our God is a God who understands. He knows what's it like to lose the only son. May God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;help his family in this season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 16px; "&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-2979557736151601874?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/2979557736151601874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2011/08/kamsa-hamnida.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/2979557736151601874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/2979557736151601874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2011/08/kamsa-hamnida.html' title='kamsa hamnida....'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8NU6Q3sPIMM/TkIdq7W0u0I/AAAAAAAABCw/7sTZs4vRE1M/s72-c/DSC06551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-6327201500545799348</id><published>2011-07-03T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T22:28:12.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>count your blessing one by one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DUkmT79Va3M/ThFPP-V6qcI/AAAAAAAABCo/VDhNllgGBzc/s1600/IMG_3476.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DUkmT79Va3M/ThFPP-V6qcI/AAAAAAAABCo/VDhNllgGBzc/s320/IMG_3476.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625364545414015426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n0VS_ejvZGU/ThFPPnHTZpI/AAAAAAAABCg/nWHVoqlPnCw/s1600/IMG_3473.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n0VS_ejvZGU/ThFPPnHTZpI/AAAAAAAABCg/nWHVoqlPnCw/s320/IMG_3473.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625364539178706578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IxOTjBBB7RY/ThFPPcEHMNI/AAAAAAAABCY/tVieZD48b5w/s1600/IMG_3465.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IxOTjBBB7RY/ThFPPcEHMNI/AAAAAAAABCY/tVieZD48b5w/s320/IMG_3465.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625364536212533458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;Today I just wanna count one blessing in my life. In fact, it's a blessing for my whole family. On 1st July, it's my mum's birthday. On this day last year, my mum fell down and broke her bone and admitted to hospital. She stayed there for 7 full weeks. It was an ordeal for the whole family especially to my mum herself. But praise God she is healed and can walk again and still getting stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I am glad that my mum celebrated another birthday. This is an obvious blessing from God. My heart's desire for my parents is always that they may enjoy long life to the fullest. One scripture I pray over them is this: "With long life I will satisfy him and show him my salvation." Psalm 91:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I am really grateful for such a beautiful blessing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-6327201500545799348?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/6327201500545799348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2011/07/count-your-blessing-one-by-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/6327201500545799348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/6327201500545799348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2011/07/count-your-blessing-one-by-one.html' title='count your blessing one by one'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DUkmT79Va3M/ThFPP-V6qcI/AAAAAAAABCo/VDhNllgGBzc/s72-c/IMG_3476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-3126223779661676258</id><published>2011-06-26T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T05:38:27.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sisterhood...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nD0H0WLYhbk/Tggk5jGa0CI/AAAAAAAABCQ/fgMiCNuGqw8/s1600/DSC06467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nD0H0WLYhbk/Tggk5jGa0CI/AAAAAAAABCQ/fgMiCNuGqw8/s400/DSC06467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622784705865371682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Just wanna share about a nice thing to do among sisters. My cell leader's wife wore a pair of sparkling and glittering shoes the other day. I immediately knew where she bought it and how much was it. I asked her about it and I was right! I have been eyeing on it too. Cause it's so shining and elegant! Pretty expensive too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A thought came to me yesterday to wonder if I can borrow her shoes to match my dress. It was so kind of her to say yes. And yes, I fit in just nice. Hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I have another sister in cell who has a working outfit exactly same as mine. Or I should say, I bought it after her without realizing it. I apologized to her for making that mistake but she was so open-minded to say that it was totally ok. The only thing is that we need to pre-arrange between us so that we do not wear on the same day. So one day, she called me to tell me she's going to wear that outfit to church the next day. Haha, I told her not to worry because I will only wear that outfit to work not in church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;That's the wonder of sisterhood...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Dorin Stuel, thank you for your beautiful shoes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-3126223779661676258?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/3126223779661676258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2011/06/sisterhood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/3126223779661676258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/3126223779661676258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2011/06/sisterhood.html' title='sisterhood...'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nD0H0WLYhbk/Tggk5jGa0CI/AAAAAAAABCQ/fgMiCNuGqw8/s72-c/DSC06467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-2381990956099205991</id><published>2011-06-26T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T00:22:54.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>makeover.... my first time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ivZAH1sjKuk/TgbdjW7JekI/AAAAAAAABCI/_s_GMQ1pm8Y/s1600/IMG_7028.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ivZAH1sjKuk/TgbdjW7JekI/AAAAAAAABCI/_s_GMQ1pm8Y/s400/IMG_7028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622424784337467970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1mmI_4aRoEE/TgbdjFKl5xI/AAAAAAAABCA/0rakLkfCnNs/s1600/IMG_7027.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1mmI_4aRoEE/TgbdjFKl5xI/AAAAAAAABCA/0rakLkfCnNs/s400/IMG_7027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622424779570407186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3WZQZebemG4/Tgbdi4eYRkI/AAAAAAAABB4/tFnbJ-AIeoU/s1600/IMG_7026.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3WZQZebemG4/Tgbdi4eYRkI/AAAAAAAABB4/tFnbJ-AIeoU/s400/IMG_7026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622424776163739202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I had a makeover session. It's my pleasure to share with all the gals. I was worried the day before but I guess it wasn't necessary. The professionals knew exactly what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I am not sharing all the photos I've taken. I don't like all of them. The best is not among these but they are the ones that I quite like. It still looks like me. The sweet me, I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's a good experience. Makes you feel beautiful. I believe in the power of make up. I believe in the power of dress up. The world is more beautiful when you present yourself the best you can. People appreciate it. Some people called it 'courtesy' or 'being well-mannered'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;By the way, these photos has not been touched up. So these are the real me. Of course, with the help of the professionals. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-2381990956099205991?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/2381990956099205991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2011/06/makeover-my-first-time.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/2381990956099205991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/2381990956099205991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2011/06/makeover-my-first-time.html' title='makeover.... my first time'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ivZAH1sjKuk/TgbdjW7JekI/AAAAAAAABCI/_s_GMQ1pm8Y/s72-c/IMG_7028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-5741573979039653200</id><published>2011-06-15T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T23:40:00.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a secret petition...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J1Pq2EFlq-g/TfmcG7QCX-I/AAAAAAAABBw/RJwLNhBksQQ/s1600/post-80443-1237735861_thumb.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J1Pq2EFlq-g/TfmcG7QCX-I/AAAAAAAABBw/RJwLNhBksQQ/s320/post-80443-1237735861_thumb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618693652919508962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know of Psalm 37:4 or not? It says, 'Delight yourself also in the Lord, and He will give you the desires and secret petitions of your heart.' This is from the Amplified Bible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I always feel amazed with the word 'secret petitions' and wondered what it really means. I came out with 2 meanings. One is that I have a secret petition which I never tell anyone, including God. The other being I have a desire that I don't even am aware of. Maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I have a desire. Real small one, actually. No big deal. I wanted to have a pair of new sports shoes. Kinda wear out my old pair by going to the mountain in Tun Fuad Park regularly. Never pray about it. Never told a single soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So, what is the chance of me receiving a pair of new shoes? Not likely right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I wanna say thanks to my wonderful God who provides. I received a new pair of shoes from my sister in law just last Sunday. It was the right size. It's a nice gift from heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Keep delighting yourself in the Lord, He may just surprise you with a secret petition of yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-5741573979039653200?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/5741573979039653200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2011/06/secret-petition.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/5741573979039653200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/5741573979039653200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2011/06/secret-petition.html' title='a secret petition...'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J1Pq2EFlq-g/TfmcG7QCX-I/AAAAAAAABBw/RJwLNhBksQQ/s72-c/post-80443-1237735861_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-246606083510324799</id><published>2011-06-08T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T22:18:01.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>am I really hearing God?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aMvoAbUyWak/TfBXbPD526I/AAAAAAAABBo/K0B_ecAZdpI/s1600/978-1-4143-1683-3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aMvoAbUyWak/TfBXbPD526I/AAAAAAAABBo/K0B_ecAZdpI/s200/978-1-4143-1683-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616084860741999522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rZMIfRU3ruQ/TfBXTp4NISI/AAAAAAAABBg/HWyk5JeWgbo/s1600/978-1-4143-1680-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rZMIfRU3ruQ/TfBXTp4NISI/AAAAAAAABBg/HWyk5JeWgbo/s200/978-1-4143-1680-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616084730501734690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div&gt;Not sure. not much faith in this area. I always wonder if I can be those people who can hear God accurately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I thought I heard from God. But I guess sometimes I am just wrong. Frustrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Then recently, I think I hear God correctly. How do I know? It was confirmed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Situation no. 1:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I needed to buy a birthday gift for a 10 year old boy. I thought for a few days what to get. Then I really thought Bible would be a good gift. But a 10 year old boy may not like to read a book with so many words. So a comic Bible would be good. I went to Salvation Bookstore and found the Manga series. But which book to buy? My first thought is to buy Manga Messiah. But there was another one called Manga Melech. I cried to God softly in my heart. Then I heard, 'Follow your heart.' Ha? Follow my heart? What does it mean? So I thought for awhile. If I were to buy this book for myself, which book would I buy? My answer would be to buy Manga Melech as I like to read old testaments stories more than the new testaments. So I bought Manga Melech. That night when the birthday boy opened all his birthday gifts, there was another person bought the Manga series too. But it was Manga Messiah. So I knew I have heard correctly from God. Else, I would have bought the same book for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Situation no. 2:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;'Thank you Jesus for the parking.' Breakfast with friends at Damai. Finding a parking is always a challenge. But I always pray with thanksgiving in advance. Then I saw my friend's car just in front of the coffee shop we were meeting. I parked behind her car just to wait hopefully someone will leave soon. Then I heard a voice saying, 'You prayed for a parking. You asked in faith. Drive! Do not wait here. You must act on your faith.' Opps. Ok. I drove on and within 2 minutes and pumped into someone leaving just as I drove on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hearing God is wonderful. These 2 experiences are so encouraging to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-246606083510324799?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/246606083510324799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2011/06/am-i-really-hearing-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/246606083510324799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/246606083510324799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2011/06/am-i-really-hearing-god.html' title='am I really hearing God?'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aMvoAbUyWak/TfBXbPD526I/AAAAAAAABBo/K0B_ecAZdpI/s72-c/978-1-4143-1683-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-7458057840848388137</id><published>2011-06-08T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T21:23:39.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>books I am reading now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EZLUq3Kizug/TfBKFhMzSDI/AAAAAAAABBY/un9X55Tgfn8/s1600/DSC06309.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EZLUq3Kizug/TfBKFhMzSDI/AAAAAAAABBY/un9X55Tgfn8/s400/DSC06309.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616070194002872370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div&gt;Very greedy of me. As always. I quite love reading. But I read here and there. Very seldom I am focusing on 1 book at one time. Sometimes as much as 5 or 6 books at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Anyway, I get very excited reading new books. Usually scheming through real quick the first time to have a big picture of the book. Then slowly savour the book page by page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;2 new books I am reading now. I hardly read Chinese book. Let alone the secular one. But this sweet gal with the pink cover and wonderful topic just caught my attention. Such sweet book and loving it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Another one is a lent by a friend after I asked her a question on how to hear God speak. This is also an important book to read. Not only that, it's rare and hard to come by. So I am glad to be reading some 'must read' books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-7458057840848388137?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/7458057840848388137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2011/06/books-i-am-reading-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/7458057840848388137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/7458057840848388137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2011/06/books-i-am-reading-now.html' title='books I am reading now...'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EZLUq3Kizug/TfBKFhMzSDI/AAAAAAAABBY/un9X55Tgfn8/s72-c/DSC06309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-3348116040102083732</id><published>2011-06-04T00:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T00:24:51.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the truth that sets us free (truth no. 1) - God is good</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0p877uPVZk/TencseXi5OI/AAAAAAAABBQ/ww53XVjXpYU/s1600/God_is_Good.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0p877uPVZk/TencseXi5OI/AAAAAAAABBQ/ww53XVjXpYU/s320/God_is_Good.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614261067118208226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;Is God good? Yes, I believe so. Is there any time I doubt that? Yes, in fact very often too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;Though I have been a Christian almost all my life, I have a hard time believing that God is good. When things go my way, when I feel good, when I have all I want, honestly, it's not hard to believe that God is good. The challenge is, when things go wrong, and sometimes very wrong, do I still believe that God is good despite of all my feelings and circumstances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;Generally speaking most people know God is good. Since young, I think I was never really taught with this truth intentionally by my parents or any authoritative figures. Not that I can remember. Quite the contrary, I was scared with the idea that God is fierce and unapproachable and He is waiting to punish us the moment we make a mistake. And even God is good, I could believe it for somebody else. I just could not believe it for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;As I grow to know Him more spiritually, I was presented with the truth that God is good. The stronghold of the lie that God is not good is the very enemy that keeps me from receiving His blessings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;So I have learnt again and again to fight the lie with the truth on a daily basis. The feelings are real, the problems are still there, the body is still weak. 'No, my God is good, no matter what.' I told myself that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;It's a lifetime process of learning. God is good to me. Like King David, I want to encourage myself to align myself to that truth. It's not easy. Pure hard work. But the blessings and the liberty of knowing a good God will take care of me sets me free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;~Book Review on 'Lies Women Believe' by Nancy Leigh DeMoss&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Below are excerpt from the book:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;Truth no. 1: &lt;/span&gt;GOD IS GOOD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You are good, and what you do is good; teach me your decrees. ~Psalm 119:68&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good. His love endures forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;~Psalm 136:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;When the sun is shining and you have money in the bank and you're healthy and everyone thinks you're wonderful, it's not hard to believe that God is good. But when you lose your job or a loved one is diagnosed with a terminal illness or your church goes through a nasty split or your husband says he doesn't want to be married to you anymore, the Enemy will move in and cause you to question God's goodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;The Truth is, regardless of the circumstances, regardless of what we feel, regardless of what we think, God is good, and everything He does is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-3348116040102083732?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/3348116040102083732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2011/06/truth-that-sets-us-free-truth-no-1-god_04.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/3348116040102083732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/3348116040102083732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2011/06/truth-that-sets-us-free-truth-no-1-god_04.html' title='the truth that sets us free (truth no. 1) - God is good'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M0p877uPVZk/TencseXi5OI/AAAAAAAABBQ/ww53XVjXpYU/s72-c/God_is_Good.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-3813994422419280970</id><published>2011-05-31T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T06:48:05.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my first time performing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TX4rfLwnk1k/TeSiSMB1jaI/AAAAAAAABA4/YDafHwgHbzg/s1600/DSC06236.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TX4rfLwnk1k/TeSiSMB1jaI/AAAAAAAABA4/YDafHwgHbzg/s400/DSC06236.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612789468960755106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I know a lot of people won't believe me when I tell them that I performed singing solo for the first time in my life to about 600 people in a hotel last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;There is a huge difference between sharing a song and singing for the sake of performance. The latter one requires showmanship which I have to admit I do not have any experience at all. But I did it anyway. Of course I do not carry an attitude to perform or to entertain. But more of to share a song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;To me showmanship or entertainment requires a lot of courage, at the same time must be very relaxed in order to enjoy yourself and to help the audiences to enjoy as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But I want to say to myself, 'Good job!' I have overcome one of the biggest fears in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;With the help of prayers from myself and others, God really helped me to relax and I was totally calm. Unbelievable! Though honestly, I know that I am not the best singer around but I thank God for using me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-3813994422419280970?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/3813994422419280970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-first-time-performing.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/3813994422419280970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/3813994422419280970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-first-time-performing.html' title='my first time performing...'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TX4rfLwnk1k/TeSiSMB1jaI/AAAAAAAABA4/YDafHwgHbzg/s72-c/DSC06236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-8520331804202518930</id><published>2011-05-30T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T06:38:45.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JOY</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612768520989122626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6mz3_v6bZ1w/TeSPO2wNIEI/AAAAAAAABAo/wsrdqIY5iWs/s320/DSC06253.JPG" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ODJ - Our Daily Journey with God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just arrived at my doorstep in time. A little booklet that has helped me in big and small ways in the past. Just the cover it's already with a scripture that speaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"I have told you these things so that you will be filled with My joy. Yes, your joy will overflow!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;John 15:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A new season for me. The last season, 'hope' was my prayer. This season? 'Joy'. How come and why? I don't know how to explain. I just desperately need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And just last Sunday in church, the speaker Dr. Fred Toke spoke of joy. Was it a coincidence? I don't really think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Earlier there was a sister who spoke over my life with this: "The Lord will give you joy." I immediately protested to God in my heart, 'How can I have joy? I don't know how!' But she continued, saying, "This joy is not from you. It will come from God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bad attitude I have. I said to God, "Yeah right!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But God was merciful and kept His promise. I began to experience joy that was outside of me and that which I could not explain. It was His supernatural providence. Am I content with it? Not at all. I want more joy!!! And I want God to continue to fill me with joy so that it overflows to you too - whoever is reading my blog. God bless you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612768525270333506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gvX0mx5XNSE/TeSPPGs7OEI/AAAAAAAABAw/NlXV-RdWfQ8/s320/DSC06093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-8520331804202518930?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/8520331804202518930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2011/05/joy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/8520331804202518930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/8520331804202518930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2011/05/joy.html' title='JOY'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6mz3_v6bZ1w/TeSPO2wNIEI/AAAAAAAABAo/wsrdqIY5iWs/s72-c/DSC06253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-6944862626883415681</id><published>2011-02-22T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T20:27:54.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Accentuate'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-If9PYr_Sw4U/TWSKDyHidtI/AAAAAAAAA_0/PeVyBMGmEzE/s1600/accentuate_150x2_24b_white_0.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576734036189148882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-If9PYr_Sw4U/TWSKDyHidtI/AAAAAAAAA_0/PeVyBMGmEzE/s320/accentuate_150x2_24b_white_0.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; It's not uncommon that I receive a 'word' from the Lord. But I have not received it for a long time. And I have not heard of any big word lately too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A close friend gave me a word just last week. As an encouragement, of course. I shared with her of my spiritual experiences. And she gave me the word 'accentuate' so that I will continue to hope and trust in God to do more things for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Accentuate', she explained, 'is more of a biological or medical term meaning to emphasize or add on to something. For example, a patient takes medicine A or medicine B alone by itself without much effect. But when the patient takes medicine A and B together, it ACCENTUATES the effect of the two medicines altogether and brings better result for the healing of the patient.' Mind you, my friend is a professional and experienced nurse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was so puzzled at first when she gave me this word. I didn't understand how the word can bring encouragement to me. It's such a big word!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was so excited to learn a new jargon. but what I was really hoping for was to understand how 'accentuate' would mean to me in the days to come. So my friend explained further. 'God has given you a lot of signs, confirmations and experiences with regards to something you have been praying for. So I pray that God would continue to give you more signs, confirmations and experiences to "accentuate", to emphasize, to bring in more and stronger effects to all things that had happened earlier according to His will.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was like, 'Ahhhh.....!' Very deep indeed and chim. But I think I get it. Though I do not know how God is going to make things happen on my behalf to accentuate my previous experiences, I will just continue to trust my good God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just believe, He is a God who can accentuate!! (Don't even know if it is grammatically correct)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-6944862626883415681?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/6944862626883415681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2011/02/accentuate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/6944862626883415681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/6944862626883415681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2011/02/accentuate.html' title='&apos;Accentuate&apos;'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-If9PYr_Sw4U/TWSKDyHidtI/AAAAAAAAA_0/PeVyBMGmEzE/s72-c/accentuate_150x2_24b_white_0.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-7926354208652060016</id><published>2011-02-22T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T20:08:17.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are thy friends?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zIX_WaxfYjA/TWSGzju1Y9I/AAAAAAAAA_s/761IKo5mN1A/s1600/03021110263626094_best_friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576730458914644946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zIX_WaxfYjA/TWSGzju1Y9I/AAAAAAAAA_s/761IKo5mN1A/s320/03021110263626094_best_friends.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I sometimes felt miserable. I asked myself this question, 'Where are thy friends?', 'Are you so unlikeable?', 'Why are they not around you?'...... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I continue to dwell on these questions, I think I will fall into depression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But they are not only untrue, but also poisonous thoughts from hell. God is so good to me. I can name so many good friends around. They all come in at different times to walk with me in my Christian walk. I may not have many of them. But I have just a handful of quality friends who would be there for me. They love me and accept me just the way I am. I know I can count on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;During Chinese New Year this year, 2 of them came back from California, USA and Hong Kong respectively. I had such wonderful times hanging out with both of them as well as individually. Though we are limited by the distance and time in our time together, we all know that our friendship would be forever. We could talk on phone for hours without realising it and we could share the deepest struggles in life and cry in front of each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My heart aches to see both of them leaving KK again so soon. Cause that's when I am bombarded with the same question again. 'Where are thy friends?' But God has been so gracious to me to give me friends who are compassionate to me. I mean here in KK. They are so compassionate to me that I know I'm not alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can move on. I am never alone. God has never allowed that to happen to me. Cause He knows I need good friends around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-7926354208652060016?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/7926354208652060016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2011/02/where-are-thy-friends.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/7926354208652060016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/7926354208652060016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2011/02/where-are-thy-friends.html' title='Where are thy friends?'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zIX_WaxfYjA/TWSGzju1Y9I/AAAAAAAAA_s/761IKo5mN1A/s72-c/03021110263626094_best_friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-5437709665880006291</id><published>2011-01-18T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T20:05:27.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TTZi0hL9ChI/AAAAAAAAA_g/ZUjLceAVYLI/s1600/forever-friends-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563743044064053778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TTZi0hL9ChI/AAAAAAAAA_g/ZUjLceAVYLI/s400/forever-friends-02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What can you do right now to begin to turn your life around? The very first thing is to start making a list of things to be grateful for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~ Dr. Joe Vitale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think I pray a lot to God. Or I should say, I complain to God a lot. Haha... Last night before I went to sleep, God reminded me to be grateful and give thanks which I have not done for awhile. So I gave thanks to God 3 special friends who were there for me when I needed them most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friend no. 1 - T***, thank you for listening to me and calling my name deborah, deborah... without trying to fix me but just accepting me the way I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friend no. 2 - C***, thank you for calling me and prayed for me over the phone, when I asked you to do that without asking me why and what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friend no. 3 - C*****, thank you for being my hiding place whenever I needed to run away. You are just like Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My eyes were full of tears when I finished giving thanks. I am deeply grateful for the 3 God-sent friends. I cannot imagine my life without them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thank You, God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-5437709665880006291?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/5437709665880006291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2011/01/grateful.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/5437709665880006291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/5437709665880006291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2011/01/grateful.html' title='Grateful...'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TTZi0hL9ChI/AAAAAAAAA_g/ZUjLceAVYLI/s72-c/forever-friends-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-5084158894477546691</id><published>2011-01-18T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T05:14:42.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pondering... (a short sharing for the day)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;According to a realiable source, men speaks about 9,000 words per day. Women speaks about 50,000 words per day. Haha, that kind of explains the main difference between men and women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But you know what, nobody speaks more than Holy Spirit. The question is: Am I hearing Him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, I am learning to do that every single day. But I have a new problem. What do I do with all that I hear from Him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I found the answer here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Luke 2:19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Actually I wish I can share anything here in my blog but I know there are many things that are not for others to know except for me. So I can only do what Mary did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Treasure them and ponder them in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And wait.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-5084158894477546691?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/5084158894477546691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2011/01/pondering-short-sharing-for-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/5084158894477546691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/5084158894477546691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2011/01/pondering-short-sharing-for-day.html' title='Pondering... (a short sharing for the day)'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-2644298064707960140</id><published>2011-01-11T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T03:00:24.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to bless!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560843577181752834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TSwVxVVuTgI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fOvZ0C-OxCA/s400/GodBless.gif" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not long ago I was approached to help to worship lead for a blessing ceremony for a couple whom I do not know. I immediately turned down. Firstly, I don't feel comfortable in worship leading in a wedding to people I do not know at all. Secondly, I seriously want to rest and need a break from my ministry (which I don't really can, yet...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My principle stands. I can be kind to help out to anyone who asks for my help. But I don't normally do that unless God spoke otherwise. I hold on to my principle dearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guess what? God intervenes. The funny thing was, I already knew it. I have a feeling I should not turn down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shortly after that being asked to help, I met up with my close friend Tiff. Somewhere in our conversation, she exclaimed, 'Oh 29th January....' I immediately continue her sentence, 'You have a wedding?' She looked surprised. 'How did you know?' I just calmly told her that I was asked to lead worship for a couple on that day too. She told me one of her cell members is getting married. At that point of time, I did not know if they were the same people. But anyway, I didn't bother to find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You knew it before hand. And God hinted. The Holy Spirit prompted. The only thing left for me to do is to 'OBEY' the voice. I checked with the church if they have found another worship leader for the couple and asked for the bride's name. The reply was not yet and her name rings the bell! Uh oh! So I offered myself again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But why, you may wonder? Because the thing is, I don't know her. But I know about her. Through Tiff, I heard so much about her and her testimonies and how she met her husband to be. It was a beautiful story and I was so blessed and encouraged by her though I don't know her personally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, I choose to bless her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Coupled with a selfish motive as well, so that I can be blessed! ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-2644298064707960140?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/2644298064707960140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-want-to-bless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/2644298064707960140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/2644298064707960140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-want-to-bless.html' title='I want to bless!'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TSwVxVVuTgI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/fOvZ0C-OxCA/s72-c/GodBless.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-406783721749625758</id><published>2010-12-26T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T00:44:45.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to basic...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TRf90_qbI2I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/g_BQ-dyndJg/s1600/Psalms%252520118-24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555187752269194082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TRf90_qbI2I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/g_BQ-dyndJg/s400/Psalms%252520118-24.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Psalm 118:24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is a song for this. Almost all Christians in this world would have sung it and know this verse by heart. I sang this song when I was in Girls' Brigade and Junior Youth Fellowship a lot. It's almost like this is a verse that is overused and that you get numb when you hear it again. To me, it's another boring song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But this morning as I was about to go out for work, it came to my mind. Honestly speaking, of all the verses I know, this verse came to me. I believe it's a command from the Lord for me today. He is teaching me to learn to appreciate every single day and to rejoice in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I immediately asked God for mercy, 'Lord, restore the joy of my salvation.' Sometimes I get stuck into too many entanglements of life's reality and trials that I find it hard to wear a smile on my face. I have almost forgotten what's it like to be happy. I don't remember when was the last time I laugh out loud until my stomach hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have ignored the fact that I must rejoice in today simply because 'this is the day the Lord has made'. It's a simple reason. It's a direct command. I may not fully understand it. I just need to trust and obey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will be glad in just today. And every single day that follows. ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-406783721749625758?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/406783721749625758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/12/back-to-basic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/406783721749625758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/406783721749625758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/12/back-to-basic.html' title='Back to basic...'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TRf90_qbI2I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/g_BQ-dyndJg/s72-c/Psalms%252520118-24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-7412794723654893380</id><published>2010-12-24T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T20:54:19.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let say I got interviewed on a TV show or something. I am asked the question 'What is one thing that keeps me going everyday?' Guess what answer I will give?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer in this season is: 'Hope'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colossians 1:27b 'Christ in you, the hope of glory'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my hope. My hope in Christ. The hope of glory that keeps me going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe likewise for many people, hope is important to go on. But the hope that put on Christ, I know will never fail me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for this Christmas, I would like to wish everyone Merry Christmas and keep hoping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a music video I have made long time ago but I hope you still like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JG_wDNiEHb4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JG_wDNiEHb4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-7412794723654893380?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/7412794723654893380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/7412794723654893380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/7412794723654893380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-hope.html' title='The Christmas Hope'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-90426606192928042</id><published>2010-12-13T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T18:31:34.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happens when you lose hope...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TQb9b2bqVEI/AAAAAAAAA-U/zwUHgLdHW8M/s1600/alviss%2Bkong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550402245690545218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TQb9b2bqVEI/AAAAAAAAA-U/zwUHgLdHW8M/s320/alviss%2Bkong.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TQb9b5WNHrI/AAAAAAAAA-M/XI3JRXS1y5A/s1600/alviss%2Bkong1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550402246472965810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TQb9b5WNHrI/AAAAAAAAA-M/XI3JRXS1y5A/s320/alviss%2Bkong1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alviss Kong. Do you know him? He's a 22 year old Malaysian who jumped off a building on 9th December, 2010 because he lost his girlfriend. I am not here to provide information about him for I think there are many places elsewhere you can search about him. But I am truly saddened by such tragedy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I think I can say that I understand his feeling before he died. He has lost his hope when he put all his hope upon one human being. When he lost his galfriend, he lost everything. So he thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I once put my hope upon one human being before. He's the only person I have ever loved so deeply. I put my trust on him. I have never doubted him. In the end, he failed me. He betrayed me. To say that he hurt me is an understatement. He crushed my soul. I didn't have the courage to take my life. But I let bitterness and unforgiveness into my life. For almost 2 years, I was living painfully. I lost all my hope. So I thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Proverbs 13:12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was so heart sick those days. My heart ached to the point of feeling the pain physically in the heart. It hurt badly until one day, I cried out to God for help. Because that was the first time I was willing to consider to forgive. I know I cannot do it. So I gave God only one thing. My willingness to forgive. I made that decision that day. God started the healing process and today I am completely free from this past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Psalm 43:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Saviour and my God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My friends, hope in the Lord. He is the One who cannot and will not fail us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-90426606192928042?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/90426606192928042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-happens-when-you-lose-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/90426606192928042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/90426606192928042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-happens-when-you-lose-hope.html' title='What happens when you lose hope...'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TQb9b2bqVEI/AAAAAAAAA-U/zwUHgLdHW8M/s72-c/alviss%2Bkong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-5834137883908967163</id><published>2010-12-13T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T20:33:18.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith-Lift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TQbzPytcpSI/AAAAAAAAA90/KG42WLiKvpA/s1600/facelift-faithlift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550391043416696098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TQbzPytcpSI/AAAAAAAAA90/KG42WLiKvpA/s320/facelift-faithlift.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I always have fear. Morning, afternoon, evening. I know if you are human, you have fear too. In fact, our God who created us knows it well. That's why throughout the Bible, one of most familiar passages we can see would be God talking to His people, 'Do not be afraid!' For God knows we are fearful people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've been reading my Bible lately. I mean the part where I followed the Bible reading plan and reading the Word out loud word by word. Been reading the book of Mark and Exodus. These passages were almost literally floating or stand out. They were 'Rhema' word from God to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mark 4:40 ..."Why are you so afraid? Do you still have no faith?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mark 5:36 ..."Don't be afraid; just believe."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mark 6:6 And he (Jesus) was amazed at their (people from His own hometown) lack of faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mark 6:50b ..."Take courage! It is I. Don't be afraid."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Exodus 14:13-14 ..."Do not be afraid. Stand firm and you will see the deliverance the Lord will bring you today. The Egyptians you see today you will never see again. The Lord will fight for you, you need only to be still."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These words when I read them, pierced into my heart. They spoke right into my situation and they are words in season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then I began to understand as the revelation came. Because as fearful people, if we are still willing to trust God and put our hope and have faith in Him, it pleases God more than anything. And I can prove that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hebrews 11:6 And without faith it is impossible to please God, because anyone who comes to him must believe that he exists and that he rewards those who earnestly seek him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you get it? There is only one way to please God! That is to have faith in Him!!! And how wonderful our God is! He rewards those who choose to believe in Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So if you see me next time and wonder why I am glowing and looking better, it's no secret! I just had a faith-lift! ;p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-5834137883908967163?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/5834137883908967163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/12/faith-lift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/5834137883908967163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/5834137883908967163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/12/faith-lift.html' title='Faith-Lift'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TQbzPytcpSI/AAAAAAAAA90/KG42WLiKvpA/s72-c/facelift-faithlift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-7476299238922069536</id><published>2010-11-24T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T23:35:22.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Encouraging words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TO4RluWzkNI/AAAAAAAAA9s/OxSU8N1PylQ/s1600/encouraging%2Bwords.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543387531136176338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TO4RluWzkNI/AAAAAAAAA9s/OxSU8N1PylQ/s320/encouraging%2Bwords.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I need encouraging words so much... on a daily basis. But so many people are so stingy with them. Including myself. Not that I don't want to encourage someone today. Sometimes I just don't have the mood or I can't find a good reason to tell someone some encouraging words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But at least 2 persons took the effort to say something that encouraged me yesterday. Oh boy, it's more than just lifted me up. Those words sent healing and restoration to my soul. It's like the garden of my soul was nurtured and it's flourishing because of those words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One sms all the way from Australia from my best friend, 'You look so gorgeous in the group photo....... you were the fairest of them all'. (I cried in the office when I read that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another message from a galfriend, 'debz, you encourage me a lot...do you know that. I LOVE YOU!!!!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;May be I have been encouraging to others. But I know I still need to deliberately and intentionally say encouraging words to others. Thank you my friends for your kind words. I must carry the mantle of encouraging words and ready to give them away too... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-7476299238922069536?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/7476299238922069536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/11/encouraging-words.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/7476299238922069536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/7476299238922069536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/11/encouraging-words.html' title='Encouraging words...'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TO4RluWzkNI/AAAAAAAAA9s/OxSU8N1PylQ/s72-c/encouraging%2Bwords.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-604322220650046307</id><published>2010-11-22T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T20:35:09.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God really 'siak' me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TOtEJN1zl_I/AAAAAAAAA9k/_eUb9HySCmE/s1600/god%2Bloves%2Byou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542598691534378994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TOtEJN1zl_I/AAAAAAAAA9k/_eUb9HySCmE/s320/god%2Bloves%2Byou.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God's truth is sometimes like a 'big' pill. It can be hard to swallow. And I just had one of those difficult truths lately. I kept hearing it for the last 2 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know, the whole world knows this truth. I know it. I am sure you know it too. It's nothing new. The truth is this: God loves me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have heard of this truth in so many languagues. In English, Mandarin and so on. But when one of my mentors spoke it out from her mouth in Hakka one day, 'Shong-di jin-hey hou siak ngi!!' (which just simply means God really loves you in Hakka) I started to feel the weight of this statement. I began to understand deeper of what it means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In Hakka, whenever we use the word 'siak' which means more than just love, can be translated to other meanings like: to spoil, to pamper, to favour... and more meanings that I could not describe except that I know what's it like to be 'siak'ed by someone. The warmth and kindness that is shown especially by grandparents and parents are something that is sweet and sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It took someone to express God's love towards me in Hakka for me to understand the depth of His love for me. It didn't hit me in English. It didn't hit me in Mandarin. But it blows my mind when I heard it in Hakka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Until today, I am still trying to swallow this truth. To try to understand how much God really loves me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, one more thing. God really 'siak' me so much that He pursues me and makes sure I understand how deep is His love for me. He is an active God. He is all out to win our hearts. He really really 'siak' me and you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-604322220650046307?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/604322220650046307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/11/god-really-siak-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/604322220650046307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/604322220650046307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/11/god-really-siak-me.html' title='God really &apos;siak&apos; me....'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TOtEJN1zl_I/AAAAAAAAA9k/_eUb9HySCmE/s72-c/god%2Bloves%2Byou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-6246708167422484329</id><published>2010-11-11T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T06:54:49.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God is at work...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seriously... God is at work. I mean.. He is working in my work. I mean God shows Himself up in my job. Finally, God gave me a miracle I needed. Finally, my breakthrough came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was just praying to God last night. Desperate situation. 'Help!' SOS... I used all the words I could find. And I told God I can only give Him 5 days. In fact, those 5 days would include the weekend, which mean I can't work on those days. I had no idea how God would rescue me. In less than 5 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then this morning, a client called. Interested. But he wants me check for him if he has enough money to buy an investment program I introduced. In my memory, I don't think there is enough. I didn't have too much hope. But I did it anyway. After I checked, I looked at the value available, I almost wanted to cry. My heart was so moved to see the figure. It was the exact amount needed for my client to come into the program. I followed up with him so long this year. And finally he said yes. And I did cry today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever been sure of something? Like you know that you know that you know? Well, today when I saw the figure, I just knew that God had mercifully answered my prayer. Though the process for the deal to be closed and sealed will take awhile, I have no doubt that my God had been working for me and move my client's heart to give me favour. The figure...... is so right, and it's unlikely to be a coincidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prayer is so so so powerful. I am so convinced that God loves to answer prayer. Prayer really can move the hand of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here is my secret. One of the prayers I pray is this: 'Let my business come, morning, afternoon and evening.' And I believe my client made the decision last night, i.e. in the evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;May God bless your work and business too! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-6246708167422484329?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/6246708167422484329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/11/god-is-at-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/6246708167422484329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/6246708167422484329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/11/god-is-at-work.html' title='God is at work...'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-2478091833058253138</id><published>2010-11-04T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T18:49:07.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chloe's 100 secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TNNgc_tOs0I/AAAAAAAAA9c/EW3xrNCN4SY/s1600/DSC04478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535874418222216002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TNNgc_tOs0I/AAAAAAAAA9c/EW3xrNCN4SY/s320/DSC04478.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TNNgccJcf-I/AAAAAAAAA9U/bPlG3OijOuo/s1600/DSC04477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535874408676884450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TNNgccJcf-I/AAAAAAAAA9U/bPlG3OijOuo/s320/DSC04477.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chloe keeps 100 secrets with her. Which she never tells her friend at all. Wow, that's a strong character of a little gal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened like this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Chloe, can I tell you a secret?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: Yes, gugu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: XxxxxXxxxxxXxxxxx.... (I told her my secret).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: Wow, gugu. I like that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Chloe, you must keep this secret for me, you know. (I started to feel worried and panic)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: .......... (She didn't say anything but she looked serious)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Chloe, you cannot tell anyone about this ok?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: (On her top of her voice) Ya, I won't tell anyone. I have 100 secrets. And I never tell my friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Really, you have 100 secrets with you??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: Yes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh ok........ (Silence for awhile). So what secret do you know?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: eeerrr... Daryl showed me his pimples on his forehead. Hahaha, it's so funny....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wow, anymore secrets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chloe: Daniel hit me with the pillow.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: (Very amused by then).... :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am sure if I press on, I'll know all the 100 secrets that Chloe knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh dear, may God help her forget my secret.... !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-2478091833058253138?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/2478091833058253138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/11/chloes-100-secrets.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/2478091833058253138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/2478091833058253138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/11/chloes-100-secrets.html' title='Chloe&apos;s 100 secrets'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TNNgc_tOs0I/AAAAAAAAA9c/EW3xrNCN4SY/s72-c/DSC04478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-1080020587160740751</id><published>2010-11-02T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T22:24:16.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's so hard and it's so easy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TNDvSkYAXKI/AAAAAAAAA88/6f76Ss-8eFM/s1600/06_waiting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535187044319386786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TNDvSkYAXKI/AAAAAAAAA88/6f76Ss-8eFM/s320/06_waiting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Waiting... I hate waiting.... it's so hard to wait.... it's so hard when it's out of your control....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It feels like it's forever. The promise of God is there. But the fulfillment of the promise has yet to come. I don't know to hang on or to let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the end, I chose to let God. When I do that, it becomes easier and easier and easier. Letting God is so much easier. It's really a matter of making a decision. The peace came in. The perspective shifted and the mind becomes clearer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have a big God. I have a Father who loves me. He is for me, not against me. He has a plan to prospers me, not to harm me. He is a faithful God Who rewards and gives good gifts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Therefore I will say to my God (one of the hardest things I've ever say to Him... with lots of tears and aches and pains when I say that to Him): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatever You take away from me, You replace them with Yourself.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's so hard.... and it's so easy.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-1080020587160740751?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/1080020587160740751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-so-hard-and-its-so-easy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/1080020587160740751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/1080020587160740751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-so-hard-and-its-so-easy.html' title='It&apos;s so hard and it&apos;s so easy....'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TNDvSkYAXKI/AAAAAAAAA88/6f76Ss-8eFM/s72-c/06_waiting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-5442022500939747484</id><published>2010-10-29T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T22:57:24.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double breakfast... thanks to Ms Jane (not her real name)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's what you called a 'bad' friend. She called you to wake you up on a Saturday morning, demanded for a breakfast companion, late for an hour, after having the first breakfast, no negotiation on payment - pay your own portion, then forced you to go to another place for a different kind of breakfast, late again, ordered like she haven't eaten for a week, ate most of the food, and then demanded you to share half of the bill. After we departed from each other, she still sms to say that you have forgotten to treat her ice-cream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I almost fainted.... bibo, bibo, bibo... ambulance please!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, what kind of friend is this? Why would I still want to spend time with her and do silly things and worst, gained a few more extra pounds with her for eating double breakfast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sigggghhhh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Because of Jesus... that's why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This year one of the biggest part of my life - cell group, is a place where I learnt most. Earlier, we were doing a series of discussion on 'Love' and this is the most difficult but most remembered lesson for me ----- BE PREPARED TO BE INTERRUPTED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I say yes to her because she needs a friend. She is lonely even though she has a boyfriend. I was taught to be prepared to be interrupted and I allowed her to interrupt me. I wanted to be there for her. I don't think I did much. I don't think I did a great job. I scolded her throughout. She laughed and laughed. I only hope that she knows that eventually, I still care for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's her sms after we left, 'Thanks everything! U let me feel 'full' in eating n spirit! Thanks, u let me have a vry nice Saturday morning! Thanks!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But still, I am just an ordinary human, not God. I told her, 'Don't look for me for the next 3 months! See you in February, 2011!!!!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh God, please let me have a 3 month break from Ms Jane! (I told you, this is not her real name)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-5442022500939747484?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/5442022500939747484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/10/double-breakfast-thanks-to-ms-jane-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/5442022500939747484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/5442022500939747484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/10/double-breakfast-thanks-to-ms-jane-not.html' title='Double breakfast... thanks to Ms Jane (not her real name)'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-7776820155798486850</id><published>2010-10-28T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T22:26:40.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worship insights (1) - Noah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TNDygl6A_fI/AAAAAAAAA9E/oXvU61VCTkY/s1600/Noah-Beavers-Mura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535190583783521778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TNDygl6A_fI/AAAAAAAAA9E/oXvU61VCTkY/s320/Noah-Beavers-Mura.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Every time when it's my turn to lead worship on our worship team practice on Saturday, I made it a point to ask God for an insight on worship. I had shared this before with my worship team. But the insight is still in my heart until today. They are not only information, they are really life changing and mind transforming truths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Noah's worship changed God's mind! That's what I see from the Word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We all know the story of Noah, his ark and the flood. Genesis 6:5-6, 'Then the Lord saw that the wickedness of man was great in the earth, and that every intent of the thoughts of his heart was only evil continually. And the Lord WAS SORRY that He had made man on the earth, and He WAS GRIEVED in His heart.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here we knew God regretted for creating men because men were evil. So He sent the flood to destroy mankind but save Noah and his family because they were righteous by asking them to build an ark for themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So after 40 days, Noah and his family all went out of the ark. Genesis 8:20-21, 'Then Noah built an altar to the Lord, and took of every clean animal and of every clean bird, and offered BURNT OFFERINGS ON THE ALTAR. And the Lord smelled a soothing aroma. Then the Lord said in His heart, "I will NEVER again curse the ground for man's sake, although the imagination of man's heart is evil from his youth; nor will I again destroy every living thing as I have done."'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is what I see: there is a 180 degree changed of attitude from God. Before Noah's burnt offerings on the altar (which speaks of worship), God regretted for creating men. After Noah's worship, God regretted for destroying men. God changed His mind! And I think it has a lot to do with Noah's worship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I believe our worship can change God's heart. When God smells the sweet aroma of our truthful and heartbroken worship, God's heart is moved. Can you imagine your worship can move God's heart and mind? That's a very mind blowing concept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If worship can change God's heart, then worship can change a man's destiny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So..... WORSHIP!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-7776820155798486850?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/7776820155798486850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/10/worship-insights-1-noah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/7776820155798486850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/7776820155798486850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/10/worship-insights-1-noah.html' title='Worship insights (1) - Noah'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TNDygl6A_fI/AAAAAAAAA9E/oXvU61VCTkY/s72-c/Noah-Beavers-Mura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-7133055227020492255</id><published>2010-09-29T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T22:33:49.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you talk to God?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TNDz1YPrm3I/AAAAAAAAA9M/J_TOqYx1AQc/s1600/prayer.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535192040405179250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TNDz1YPrm3I/AAAAAAAAA9M/J_TOqYx1AQc/s320/prayer.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This week I was sharing with a friend about prayers. Suddenly she asked me, 'How do you pray to God?' The reason she asked was because she has been praying so hard for certain things but somehow there was no answer. She thought maybe she has prayed the wrong way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My answer kinda surprised her. First of all, I told her she could have never prayed in the wrong way. Everything is also boiled down to God's timing. Very likely she is in a season of waiting and I encouraged her not to despise this waiting time. To God it is very necessary for His children to grow through waiting. Saying is easy. I also know that waiting can be extremely hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then I told her the way I prayed to God. I pray to God like talking to another human. Sometimes I am like a 3 year old gal throwing tantrums to my Daddy God, begging for things and crying for attention. Other times, I treat him like one of my galfriends, sharing my deepest secrets. I talked to God in 2 different languagues. English and Mandarin. Honestly, I love to talk to God in Mandarin. Somehow I feel that He is a Chinese God. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I would talk to God in story telling format. I love to tell Him what happens today and the day before. I would tell God the same thing again the next day if that thing excites me alot. I love to ask God if He is bored with my story cause poor God, He has to listen to my story over and over again. But I couldn't care less, I just love to tell Him stories and stories. And I think He enjoys it too because He loves me to draw near to Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another big way I talk to God is writing my prayers in a notebook. I do that alot alot... It often starts with Dear Daddy God,......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, how do you talk to God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-7133055227020492255?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/7133055227020492255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-do-you-talk-to-god.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/7133055227020492255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/7133055227020492255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-do-you-talk-to-god.html' title='How do you talk to God?'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TNDz1YPrm3I/AAAAAAAAA9M/J_TOqYx1AQc/s72-c/prayer.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-847000337776119056</id><published>2010-09-24T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T04:49:18.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mooncake festival family celebration (22nd September, 2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TJyB4nBLjTI/AAAAAAAAA7M/7vFoIguMGbw/s1600/DSC04104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520430052795977010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TJyB4nBLjTI/AAAAAAAAA7M/7vFoIguMGbw/s320/DSC04104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TJyB4b18b-I/AAAAAAAAA7E/Cjp5ozImVew/s1600/DSC04100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520430049796059106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TJyB4b18b-I/AAAAAAAAA7E/Cjp5ozImVew/s320/DSC04100.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TJyB4A8JkYI/AAAAAAAAA68/3evOIULkjZc/s1600/DSC04095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520430042574328194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TJyB4A8JkYI/AAAAAAAAA68/3evOIULkjZc/s320/DSC04095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TJyB3jPv6gI/AAAAAAAAA60/EgNbfXWJ8sA/s1600/DSC04094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520430034603469314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TJyB3jPv6gI/AAAAAAAAA60/EgNbfXWJ8sA/s320/DSC04094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TJyB3ef0pjI/AAAAAAAAA6s/_plnsCcEUvo/s1600/DSC04092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520430033328711218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TJyB3ef0pjI/AAAAAAAAA6s/_plnsCcEUvo/s320/DSC04092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-847000337776119056?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/847000337776119056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/09/mooncake-festival-family-celebration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/847000337776119056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/847000337776119056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/09/mooncake-festival-family-celebration.html' title='Mooncake festival family celebration (22nd September, 2010)'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TJyB4nBLjTI/AAAAAAAAA7M/7vFoIguMGbw/s72-c/DSC04104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-728615213356387930</id><published>2010-09-23T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T05:51:26.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a blessing to live up to 101....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520072661401466114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TJs81sUt9QI/AAAAAAAAA6k/MKeVbaggyO4/s200/DSC04081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520072655296392034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TJs81VlJ62I/AAAAAAAAA6c/cy6kSNrluVY/s200/DSC04079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520072644229669554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TJs80sWpIrI/AAAAAAAAA6M/PwfHUANAaow/s200/DSC04074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520072650393753410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TJs81DURl0I/AAAAAAAAA6U/AtNmdWQXTrg/s200/DSC04075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520072636281362130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TJs80OvnltI/AAAAAAAAA6E/2fcwMOxTorg/s200/DSC04073.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is so rare and first time in my life to attend a funeral with such a joyful heart. She is Rebecca's grandmother. I only knew at the funeral that she was a widow for most half of her life and served faithfully as an elder in Kudat Basel Church. When I looked at her, I can't help but to say that she's so blessed!!! Just as the Word declares, 'With long life will I satisfy him (in this case, its a her) and show him (her) My salvation.' (Psalm 90:16)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I say, God satisfied her life to the fullest.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-728615213356387930?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/728615213356387930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/09/such-blessing-to-live-up-to-101.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/728615213356387930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/728615213356387930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/09/such-blessing-to-live-up-to-101.html' title='Such a blessing to live up to 101....'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TJs81sUt9QI/AAAAAAAAA6k/MKeVbaggyO4/s72-c/DSC04081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-824427048886905077</id><published>2010-09-22T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T22:15:54.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow... another reminder of God's promises</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Taken on 15th September, 2010...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519954635818152834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TJrRfsw2M4I/AAAAAAAAA5s/DwPv92slO6Q/s320/DSC04066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519954639944990450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TJrRf8IwvvI/AAAAAAAAA50/_WZZSEteNcg/s320/DSC04068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519954646407316242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TJrRgUNgAxI/AAAAAAAAA58/irBjH-aznZA/s320/DSC04072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-824427048886905077?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/824427048886905077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/09/rainbow-another-reminder-of-gods.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/824427048886905077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/824427048886905077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/09/rainbow-another-reminder-of-gods.html' title='Rainbow... another reminder of God&apos;s promises'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TJrRfsw2M4I/AAAAAAAAA5s/DwPv92slO6Q/s72-c/DSC04066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-7010986486308512042</id><published>2010-09-21T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T05:27:59.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This really speaks to me today.... very really...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He's Working on Your Behalf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;TODAY'S SCRIPTURE&lt;br /&gt;"We know that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose"(Romans 8:28, NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;TODAY'S WORD from Joel and Victoria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isn't it good to know that God is working behind the scenes in your life, today?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No matter what you may be facing, no matter what trial you may be going through, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;God has a plan to turn things around in your favor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You are called according to His purpose; so right now, He is working out a plan for your good. Right now, He is orchestrating the right people to come across your path. He is orchestrating the right opportunities to open up to you. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You may not see it in the natural, but look with your eyes of faith today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Show your love for the Father by your obedience to His Word. Come before Him with an open and humble heart trusting that He is guiding you. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Keep standing. Keep believing. Keep hoping. Keep declaring His Word and meditate on His goodness, knowing that He rewards the people who seek after Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A PRAYER FOR TODAY&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly Father, thank You for Your faithfulness in my life. Thank You for working all things together for my good. Give me Your strength and peace today and fill me with Your faith which overcomes the world. In Jesus' Name. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Joel &amp;amp; Victoria Osteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-7010986486308512042?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/7010986486308512042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-really-speaks-to-me-today-very.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/7010986486308512042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/7010986486308512042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-really-speaks-to-me-today-very.html' title='This really speaks to me today.... very really...'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-8328580249279962229</id><published>2010-08-25T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T18:16:36.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How He Loves us by Kim Walker</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JoC1ec-lYps?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JoC1ec-lYps?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He is jealous for me&lt;br /&gt;Love's like a hurricane, I am a tree&lt;br /&gt;Bending beneath the weight of His wind and mercy&lt;br /&gt;When all of a sudden, I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory&lt;br /&gt;and I realize just how beautiful You are and how great your affections are for me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how He loves us so&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how He loves us&lt;br /&gt;How He loves us so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, He loves us&lt;br /&gt;Woah, how He loves us&lt;br /&gt;Woah, how He loves us&lt;br /&gt;Woah, how He loves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are His portion and He is our prize&lt;br /&gt;Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes&lt;br /&gt;If grace is an ocean we're all sinking&lt;br /&gt;So heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet kiss and my heart turns violently inside of my chest&lt;br /&gt;I don't have time to maintain these regrets when I think about the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That he loves us&lt;br /&gt;Woah, how He loves us&lt;br /&gt;Woah, how He loves us&lt;br /&gt;Woah, how He loves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves us&lt;br /&gt;Woah, how He loves us&lt;br /&gt;Woah, how He loves us&lt;br /&gt;Woah, how He loves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Whispered]: Well, I thought about You the day Stephen died and You met me between my breaking&lt;br /&gt;I know that I still love You, God, despite the agony&lt;br /&gt;...they want to tell me You're cruel&lt;br /&gt;But if Stephen could sing, he'd say it's not true, cause...[voice breaks]...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause He loves us&lt;br /&gt;Woah, how He loves us&lt;br /&gt;Woah, how He loves us&lt;br /&gt;Woah, how He loves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, He loves us&lt;br /&gt;Woah, how He loves us&lt;br /&gt;Woah, how He loves us&lt;br /&gt;Woah, how He loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-8328580249279962229?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/8328580249279962229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-he-loves-us-by-kim-walker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/8328580249279962229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/8328580249279962229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-he-loves-us-by-kim-walker.html' title='How He Loves us by Kim Walker'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-4053505669772990100</id><published>2010-08-16T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T22:30:18.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how You loved me (10 things to give thanks)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everyday, we can look diligently the way God shows His love for us. From the nature to the daily things, God just loves me. A special friend shared on Sunday to always remember to give thanks to God for everything. I was very inspired by that sharing. I'd like to do the same too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Daddy God, this is how You loved me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) I have a huge family who meets up every Sunday for dinner. We'll eat the most traditional food like tofu and chicken soup..... We do that so often that I don't realised many people don't have that privilege.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) Baby Selwyn would see me and call me non-stop, 'gugu....', and I would answer, 'yes, Selwyn..', and we'll continue to call on each other with big smiles on our faces. There are many people who come home with nobody to smile to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3) Dad loves mum. Do you realise that's the greatest gift a father can give to their children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4) I have a great cell group. They support me and love me as just I am. In my heart, God has given me a leader who really shows me how to walk the talk of a true Christian living. And everyone in the cell group act like him. I am so blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5) Just this morning, I saw such beautiful scenery of the sunrise with Mount Kinabalu at old Hospital Queen Elizabeth. Breathtaking. It was spelled out loudly, 'I love You, my daughter...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6) McDonald's Sundae Cone. Just RM1.60 and I am totally satisfied..... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7) My worship team. My musicians. I really thank God for this ministry and all the people. It's not what you can give to the ministry but what the ministry can give to you....  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8) A sms with a ':-)' from a special friend to brightens my day.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9) I can cook tofu... hahaha..... the standard? edible....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10) My galfriends.... Always there for me, to hear me out, to let me cry... to let me be me.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is how You loved me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;幸福真的可以很简单，我是个幸福的女人。。。&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/102584375703980454-4053505669772990100?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/4053505669772990100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-is-how-you-loved-me-10-things-to.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/4053505669772990100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/4053505669772990100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-is-how-you-loved-me-10-things-to.html' title='This is how You loved me (10 things to give thanks)'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-8700796004963090688</id><published>2010-08-11T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T01:11:16.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is How You Loved me (My 11th song)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another song of mine inspired by the same book called 'Captivating’ by John &amp;amp; Stasi Eldredge. This time I was reading through the chapter on 'Romanced' i.e. to be romanced by God. And this song came to me. The powerful and awesome thought that strikes me, even when there's only me in the whole world, Jesus will still die on the cross for me. Wow!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No composer should ever give praise herself.. wakakaka... but this is really the best song God has ever given to me. So far, my songs are getting better... wakakaka... okokok.. must humble myself. It's all His grace and gift and I love God for that. I love Him for giving me a special way to express my love for Him. I am truly blessed and honoured to have this special talent. And I give God all the glory....!!! I hope this song will bless many hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is How You Loved me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verse 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You set the stars on high for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You send Your rain to shower me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You'll do anything from my first breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To win my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From the sunsets to the moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You draw my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verse 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You sing a new song over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your grace and mercy, they follow me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You've given up the heaven's glory as the King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You have loved me with an everlasting love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is how You loved me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Laying down everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the pray'r You prayed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Not My will but Yours'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know even when there's only me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the whole world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You'll do the same for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is how You loved me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bridge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You thought of me, on the cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Making me new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You've won my heart, once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You've captured my soul, for real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is how You loved me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Laying down eveything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the pray'r You prayed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Not My will but Yours'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know even when there's only me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the whole world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You'll do the same for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He'll do the same for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is how He loved you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-8700796004963090688?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/8700796004963090688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-is-how-you-loved-me-my-11th-song.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/8700796004963090688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/8700796004963090688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-is-how-you-loved-me-my-11th-song.html' title='This is How You Loved me (My 11th song)'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-4616036158819984871</id><published>2010-08-03T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T22:45:50.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good news about mummy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This morning as usual I woke up at the hospital about 6am. A young female doctor came and checked on my mum. That was rare. No doctor did that before at that hour. Everyone knows that my mum has a good spirit so far. That's because she really depends on God for her healing. I must confess, my mum is a woman of faith. Regardless of how disobedient she is in her diet and her lifestyle, she does not doubt at all that God will save her. That's true cause my mum has been saved countless times already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So what's the good news? After lying on bed for a month by now, she does not have bedsores!!! All this while she has a tendency to move her body towards the left side of the bed and I always complain asking her not to move. I am so tired of adjusting her body back to the right side of the bed. But little did I know that my mum moves her body so much that it saves her from bedsores!! That's good news and I don't think I want to complain anymore. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One more thing, my mum has about 2 weeks to go with the 'pin' on her right knee. And hopefully God will answer my prayer by a 'certain date' which I gave God in my heart to have my mum discharged and release all of us from going to and fro of hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, I can only thank God for His goodness. He is good, all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-4616036158819984871?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/4616036158819984871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/08/good-news-about-mummy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/4616036158819984871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/4616036158819984871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/08/good-news-about-mummy.html' title='Good news about mummy...'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-5448933006334823936</id><published>2010-07-22T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T18:25:03.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Divine appointments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Divine appointments. What's that? I can only explain it this way: they are arranged by God. And I am having lots of, lots of, lots of divine appointments recently. Amazing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Maybe I will share later cause it's really bits and pieces which are still forming the big picture. I couldn't tell yet. Some of them are arranged in a way that only I would know. It's almost like getting secrets from the throne room of heaven. Aiyoo... I am so thrilled and scared cause it's happening too often nowadays that it sends chills to my bones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Honestly, as we walk with Christ daily, I think it should be a norm for us. And I am still trying to get used to it. The journey has just begun.. exciting...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-5448933006334823936?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/5448933006334823936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/07/divine-appointments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/5448933006334823936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/5448933006334823936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/07/divine-appointments.html' title='Divine appointments'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-8615060103426698843</id><published>2010-07-05T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T21:36:15.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God in my waking... God in my sleeping...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A song really ministers to me right now. It's called 'Everything' by Tim Hughes. With less sleep and more waking moments nowadays, it really helps to know that God is in everything I do. It gives me strength to know that God wants to be in everything I do. And I am not alone out there in the oddest hours...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6V0rgrt1nTM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6V0rgrt1nTM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verse 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God in my living, t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;here in my breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God in my waking, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God in my sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God in my resting, t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;here in my working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God in my thinking, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God in my speaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pre-chours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Be my everything (4x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verse 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God in my hoping, there in my dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God in my watching, God in my waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God in my laughing, there in my weeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God in my hurting, God in my healing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Christ in me (3x), the hope of glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Christ in me (3x), the hope of glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Be my everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bridge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Jesus' everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-8615060103426698843?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/8615060103426698843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/07/god-in-my-waking-god-in-my-sleeping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/8615060103426698843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/8615060103426698843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/07/god-in-my-waking-god-in-my-sleeping.html' title='God in my waking... God in my sleeping...'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-4749058003748659302</id><published>2010-07-05T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T21:07:12.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Spirit, please wake me up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I cried to the Holy Spirit at about 3am on Sunday morning. I just got home from the hospital. My mum was admitted to the hospital for her fractured bone near the hip. But last night, she had another unrelated issue came up: internal bleeding. When I was there about 8.30pm the night before, the doctors and nurses were rushing in and out to save her. I was confused. But thank God everything turned back to normal before midnight. I stayed there with her until my dad came and took my place about 2.30am in the morning. I really have to go home to take a couple of hours of sleep at least to rest because I had to lead worship later in the morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, to sleep at 3am in the morning and to hope to wake up at 6am is a risk. May be not a problem for some people but definitely it’s a big risk I am taking. I was so tired and I wasn’t sure if I could even hear when the alarm rings. But I decided to call God for help. ‘Holy Spirit, please wake me up…’. You know the line that says this: ‘Trust God but lock your car’? I set my alarm at 6.00am and went to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At 6.00am, I am sure the alarm rang. But I didn’t hear it at all. Then at about 6.20am, my nephew Elliot called me on my hand phone. ‘Yiyi, what to wear for the worship team today?’ I jumped out of bed and answered the call with the biggest fear that I was already late or need to pick up Elliot or something but have forgotten. I looked at the time and realized, the Holy Spirit answered my prayer by making Elliot give me a wakeup call. Hahaha…. I love the way the Holy Spirit works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know what God has just shown me? He has just given me another potion of His GRACE….. and His mercies are new every morning.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Really many thanks, Holy Spirit...love You so much* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-4749058003748659302?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/4749058003748659302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/07/holy-spirit-please-wake-me-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/4749058003748659302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/4749058003748659302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/07/holy-spirit-please-wake-me-up.html' title='Holy Spirit, please wake me up...'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-4173017260065299936</id><published>2010-07-01T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T17:42:18.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday, poor mummy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496879099119931186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TEjWarxQDzI/AAAAAAAAA4k/ZPIjaWMISwE/s200/DSC03637.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TEjWbcuPoaI/AAAAAAAAA4s/Csmq8boXzlc/s1600/DSC03638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496879112260657570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TEjWbcuPoaI/AAAAAAAAA4s/Csmq8boXzlc/s200/DSC03638.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today is my mum's birthday.... but she fell down around noon today. The phone rang and nobody was home except for baby Selwyn. Kakak Maria just went out for 5 minutes to pick up Isaac from school which is nearby. So my mum decided to wake up from her bed to pick up the phone. One of the legs was weak and she fell backwards and seated on her butt. And at that time I just happened to come home from my first appointment. The maid from next door and I helped her up to the chair. She has injured her back and right leg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know I was just thinking the last time my mum was ill just before Chinese New Year. She was almost admitted to the hospital and then we would all spent Chinese New Year in the hospital too. But I decided to tell the doctor we would bring her home. I made sure to pray that she was well. And we had peace until today. She did fall ill a few more times in between these months but never serious enough to be admitted to hospital again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Though we had some Chinese doctor came to our home to treat her, my poor mummy still had to suffer pain and discomfort. She didn't get to eat her birthday cake too. We offer to her and she said she wanted to fast and pray. We all laughed as it was funny. But it's honestly good for her. I will join her in fasting and prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, what a memorable birthday for mum...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(photos above: poor mummy's not around, she's lying on her bed while we're enjoying the birthday cake....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-4173017260065299936?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/4173017260065299936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-birthday-poor-mummy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/4173017260065299936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/4173017260065299936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-birthday-poor-mummy.html' title='Happy birthday, poor mummy....'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TEjWarxQDzI/AAAAAAAAA4k/ZPIjaWMISwE/s72-c/DSC03637.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-1202448284886371738</id><published>2010-07-01T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T07:49:44.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fasting on facebook...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have been wanting to post this until I finally finished my fasting on facebook. I did it. Didn't think I can do it but I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early June, one colleague of mine decided to go offline for facebook for one week. I was like 'wow'. I thought that was quite difficult especially for thouse who are hooked to facebook like me. He's not a Christian and he wouldn't call it a fast. But I was inspired by his decision. One week later, he told me he didn't find facebook that interesting anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt challenged so I decided that on the day he came back to facebook, I would go for a fast until end of June. At the same time, I also decided to fast on computer games which I am so addicted to do every single day. The computer games fast didn't go that long as facebook but it was about 21 days or less. That fast couldn't last that long but I found the temptation less powerful than before. I can say 'no' easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the result? I cried alot. A lot of emotions surfaced, which I numbed through spending time on computer. I prayed alot. Read more of God's Word. Think more. And honestly, received quite a few breakthroughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say this: I didn't do all these to show others that I can or to prove myself. I did this by the Holy Spirit's enablement. I couldn't have done it and wouldn't want to do it. But I believe God has brought me here for a special season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soul searching process was hard. But it was worth it. And I really thank God for it. You might want to try it too. I am going to do it again, I hope...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-1202448284886371738?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/1202448284886371738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/07/fasting-on-facebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/1202448284886371738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/1202448284886371738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/07/fasting-on-facebook.html' title='Fasting on facebook...'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-1441537255646206350</id><published>2010-06-22T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T20:25:29.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1LIFETIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GXWfWV5ck8Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GXWfWV5ck8Y&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-1441537255646206350?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/1441537255646206350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/06/1lifetime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/1441537255646206350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/1441537255646206350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/06/1lifetime.html' title='1LIFETIME'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-3539901895352336754</id><published>2010-06-17T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T07:03:19.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't give up....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you believe in hearing God's voice? And do you believe that God can speak through a child? I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just went to chloe's home. And she was holding a piece of paper with stickers on it. Lot's of words on it. Encouraging words. I asked her this simple question: 'Chloe, could you just point one of these stickers to show me which one God really wants to say to me?' And she pointed one on the top left. It says, 'Don't give up..' I laughed. She couldn't read yet. So she doesn't know what she was pointing at. But I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Don't give up.. keep on praying.' This was an encouragement from another sister last week. As I shared my struggles with her, that's how she encouraged me too. Looks like God has the same message for me. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-3539901895352336754?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/3539901895352336754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/06/dont-give-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/3539901895352336754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/3539901895352336754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/06/dont-give-up.html' title='Don&apos;t give up....'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-7952724097410255375</id><published>2010-06-17T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T02:49:34.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just call you mine by Martina McBride</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I found this song and really lovvvvvveee it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok lah, I'll just call you mine. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" title="YouTube video player" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XRyhr1mGEhw" frameborder="0" width="640" type="text/html"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I pinch myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes to make sure I'm not in a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's how it seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Breathe in the sweetest moments I've ever known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It feels like home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And here I am I want to be your everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Turning winter into spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And everyone that sees you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Always wants to know you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And everyone that knows you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Always has a smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're a standing ovation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After years of waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For a chance to finally shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everyone calls you amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeahhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just call you mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And just a word from you somehow seems to fix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whatever's wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ohh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You reach into the weakest moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And remind me that I'm strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You gotta know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'd be a fool not to see or even worse to forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That you're more than I deserve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cause everyone that sees you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Always wants to know you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And everyone that knows you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Always has a smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're a standing ovation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After years of waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For a chance to finally shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everyone calls you amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just call you mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nothing makes sense when you're not here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As if my whole world disappears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Without you what's the point of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cause everyone that sees you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Always wants to know you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And everyone that knows you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Always has a smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're the dream that I've been chasing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After years of waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For a chance to finally shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everyone calls you amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just call you mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-7952724097410255375?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/7952724097410255375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/XRyhr1mGEhw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-7795171195097604931</id><published>2010-06-08T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T08:27:48.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father me (my 10th song)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At the moment, I am going through a very special season in my life. Seeking the Lord and waiting upon the Lord. I am holding on dearly to the Word of God, and praying earnestly for His answer. There is also a book that I hold on dearly to. It’s called ‘Captivating’ by John &amp;amp; Stasi Eldredge. I totally love the book. And when I read chapter 6 ‘Healing the wound’, there was a section on this: ‘Let Him Father You’. I read this yesterday. Immediately I felt like I could write a song about that. Now here’s my first breakthrough. I finally finished my 10th song after so long. I love this song. The lyrics and the melody that the Holy Spirit gave me are beautiful. I hope this song can minister to many hearts. It’s really a heart song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Father me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verse 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a place in my heart&lt;br /&gt;It’s a God-shaped only You can fill&lt;br /&gt;No one on earth can replace You&lt;br /&gt;To love me like You do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a place in Your heart&lt;br /&gt;It is my shape only I can fill&lt;br /&gt;You made me a child in Your arms&lt;br /&gt;To love me for all eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father me, my Daddy God&lt;br /&gt;Bring me near to Your Presence&lt;br /&gt;You call me beloved&lt;br /&gt;And king me with a crown&lt;br /&gt;Father me, my Daddy God&lt;br /&gt;Hold me close never let go&lt;br /&gt;I’ll honour You and praise You&lt;br /&gt;To tell the world that I am found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-7795171195097604931?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/7795171195097604931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/06/father-me-my-10th-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/7795171195097604931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/7795171195097604931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/06/father-me-my-10th-song.html' title='Father me (my 10th song)'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-3323265975526152619</id><published>2010-06-08T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T08:24:42.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Joseph…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TA5f8xIL20I/AAAAAAAAA2k/wsAnxUODqnU/s1600/bible-19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480423294140930882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TA5f8xIL20I/AAAAAAAAA2k/wsAnxUODqnU/s320/bible-19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I actually like reading old testaments more than new testaments. And my favourite character in the whole Bible is none other than Joseph, the son of Israel (Jacob) in the book of Genesis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read the book of Genesis before. I just finished reading this book again. But there were lots of new insights and forgotten stuff. It was like a fresh book to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I came to Joseph’s story, I truly enjoyed all about his life. But you know what? This time I can connect with him more. I believe I have the anointing of Joseph in my life. I also went through the pits, rejection, hurt and pains in my own life. So when I read this verse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genesis 42:24&lt;br /&gt;‘And he (Joseph) turned himself away from them (his brothers) and wept. Then he returned to them again, and talked with them. And he took Simeon from them and bound him before their eyes.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I closed my Bible and wept. I cried because I really can feel how Joseph felt. Even though he has truly forgiven his brothers, the emotion of hurt and pain was at that moment, very real too. And I am almost sure the pain was like a knife cutting through his heart. But how do I know Joseph has truly forgiven his brothers? It’s found in Genesis 41:51 when he named his firstborn ‘Manasseh’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genesis 41:51&lt;br /&gt;‘Joseph called the name of the firstborn Manasseh: For God has made me forget all my toil and all my father’s house.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe deep in my heart that Joseph has really forgiven from his heart.&lt;br /&gt;So after I gathered myself, I continued reading Joseph’s story. Until I came to this verse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genesis 43:30&lt;br /&gt;‘Now his heart yearned for his brother (Benjamin); so Joseph made haste and sought somewhere to weep. And he went into his chamber and wept there.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I closed my Bible and wept again. Now I can imagine after all these lonely years, he finally saw his flesh and blood, his younger brother Benjamin, the child of his mother. What a mixed feeling! It must be sweet but at the same time painful. I wept together with Joseph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most beautiful line that Joseph ever said is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genesis 50:20&lt;br /&gt;‘But as for you, you meant evil against me; but God meant it for good, in order to bring it about as it is this day, to save many people alive.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness is never easy. But I really thank God by God’s help and by His grace, I can truly forgive from my heart. Like Joseph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love Joseph…. so much…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-3323265975526152619?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/3323265975526152619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-love-joseph.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/3323265975526152619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/3323265975526152619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-love-joseph.html' title='I love Joseph…'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TA5f8xIL20I/AAAAAAAAA2k/wsAnxUODqnU/s72-c/bible-19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-5841006101385544919</id><published>2010-06-02T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T05:25:40.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to clean up my mind....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I am bombarded with this important question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;What do you really believe about God, yourself, and your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's so easy to let the mind slip away to wander with wild imaginations, unrealistic unexpections and lots lots lots of negative statements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Honestly, it's really a difficult question to answer. If I really let it out right now, it will be shameful of me, totally contradicting to God's Word and sometimes even devilish. The mind is like a wild horse who always want the freedom to run in the field. Only discipline can subdue it. Only the master can bring it back. And the master is me. And I think I need to make right all the truth about God, myself and my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tough job. But it's effort every single moment. It's time to clean up my mind.... one by one....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-5841006101385544919?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/5841006101385544919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/06/time-to-clean-up-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/5841006101385544919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/5841006101385544919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/06/time-to-clean-up-my-mind.html' title='Time to clean up my mind....'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-7375545770755435387</id><published>2010-05-28T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T22:32:18.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worship with a child...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TACmcPY2yeI/AAAAAAAAA1A/fgyaqQaVxDY/s1600/DSC03446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476560150979856866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TACmcPY2yeI/AAAAAAAAA1A/fgyaqQaVxDY/s320/DSC03446.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last night I slept over at Chloe's home since her mum is away and I was there to so called 'babysit'. We slept downstairs in the living room and the boys upstairs with kakak. When we are about to go to sleep, she whispered to me that she could hear me singing and playing the keyboard the night before. I was surprised that she could hear me (in case you don't know, we live next door only). I thought I played and singed really really soft already. But I guess she must have told me the truth since our rooms are just next to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So out of the blue, we jumped out of bed and I played the piano in the living room itself and starts to worship. Of course, we did it softly. She was happily singing together. In that moment, I could immediately feel the Presence of God and my tears started to swell in the eyes. We sang some kids' song from the Praise Kids like 'God is great' and 'Jesus You are my Lord'. It was such a sweet moment just worshipping God. When we got back to bed, there was such a peace that I could not explain. It was beautiful.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you do not know how to worship, just worship with a child. Or if you have forgotten how a true worship is like, do it with a little faith-filled kid. They will show you how. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Love you, Chloe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-7375545770755435387?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/7375545770755435387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/05/worship-with-child.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/7375545770755435387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/7375545770755435387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/05/worship-with-child.html' title='Worship with a child...'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/TACmcPY2yeI/AAAAAAAAA1A/fgyaqQaVxDY/s72-c/DSC03446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-1523710451843707260</id><published>2010-05-27T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T06:12:13.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The smile :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/S_5vEmfM9jI/AAAAAAAAA04/kb1nMw4u7Ho/s1600/3d_-_smiles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475936321770681906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/S_5vEmfM9jI/AAAAAAAAA04/kb1nMw4u7Ho/s320/3d_-_smiles.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I was in secondary school, I smiled a lot. People commented it. I also realised it. But as I grow older, life tougher, I have less reason to smile. In fact, I don't think I smile a lot these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt to show less, hide more, put on mask and keep inside. I am a different person when I am alone and when I am with people altogether. I am trained to just switch from one mode to another mode. Sanguine choleric on the outside, and phlegmatic melancholic on the inside. What more can you ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until your smile came in. It just warms my heart, makes me feel so at ease. Can't explain it. Can't deny it. I can smile again. That's the magic of a smile. You always respond a smile with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your smile stands out from the rest. Cause when you smile to me, I could feel that God just smile to me through you...... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-1523710451843707260?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/1523710451843707260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/05/smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/1523710451843707260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/1523710451843707260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/05/smile.html' title='The smile :)'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/S_5vEmfM9jI/AAAAAAAAA04/kb1nMw4u7Ho/s72-c/3d_-_smiles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-8988389274851655867</id><published>2010-05-26T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T08:44:05.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The deadly sin of assumptiousness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/S_1BMOvwKjI/AAAAAAAAA0w/ZttV8j2YgbE/s1600/ostrich_head_in_ground_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475604400325012018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/S_1BMOvwKjI/AAAAAAAAA0w/ZttV8j2YgbE/s320/ostrich_head_in_ground_full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I remember the time a friend called me to say, 'I feel like I want to die.' She just had an embarassing moment. Believe it, it's really embarassing. Though I laughed with her, I believe that if it had happaned to me, I will look for a building to jump down. (No, I won't do that but what I meant is that I will feel like dying too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today I felt like calling my friend and say this back to her, 'I feel like I want to die.' I talked ahead of something with my own presumptions. And later I found out the truth or I should say the facts, it was too late to take it back. I just committed a deadly sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that I can turn into an ostrich. You know, to hide my head. Why do I react so quickly? I could have just 1 or 2 minutes of thinking, then the outcome would not be that disastrous. Ohhh.... how I wish....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-8988389274851655867?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/8988389274851655867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/05/deadly-sin-of-assumptiousness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/8988389274851655867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/8988389274851655867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/05/deadly-sin-of-assumptiousness.html' title='The deadly sin of assumptiousness'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/S_1BMOvwKjI/AAAAAAAAA0w/ZttV8j2YgbE/s72-c/ostrich_head_in_ground_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-5385041456955255354</id><published>2010-05-24T22:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T22:48:11.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On emotion rides....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/S_tkWTCl7aI/AAAAAAAAA0o/bxx5Y822_Eo/s1600/imagesCA8INPV5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475080106230017442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/S_tkWTCl7aI/AAAAAAAAA0o/bxx5Y822_Eo/s320/imagesCA8INPV5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Woman. Menses. Personality. A song from the radio. Weather. My father. Work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have thousands of reasons to make myself valid for an emotional roller coaster ride. In fact I don't need all of the reasons. I only need one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's valid for me to be emotional, I don't like it that much. I could cry in the car while driving. I could wake up during the night feeling helpless. I could not eat or eat too much. So emotional of me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a scary thing to be unknown to my future. What a fragile moment to face my past. What a painful way to be stuck in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been through this before. I fret going through the same pain and hurts again. I prayed. I talked to God in the most human way. I started with this, 'God, can I tell You a story?' Then I poured out to Him of all that happened these last few months. I could feel Him smiling back at me. But I don't like it at all. Of course He can smile. He knows my future. But what about me? Doesn't He know that I am happy and sad, satisfied and empty, comforted and lonely, full of hope and hopeless? Such mixed feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like King David in Psalm 6:6,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am worn out from sobbing. All night I flood my bed with weeping, drenching it with my tears."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if God collects my tears, I wonder how many jars are there by now in heaven. I cried until there was no tears. I groaned until I have no voice. I am tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, there is an motivational quote came into my email inbox. It's not even from a Christian. But it did make some sense:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The secret of health for both mind and body is not to mourn for the past, not to worry about the future, or not to anticipate troubles, but to live in the present moment wisely and earnestly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Buddha: was a spiritual teacher and founder of Buddhism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you know what? I guess it's moments like these that make our life colourful and challenging. For how would you know that you are certain if you have never been uncertain before? I might as well enjoy and embrace it. After all, it's supposed to be a roller coaster joy ride. Woohoo!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-5385041456955255354?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/5385041456955255354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/05/on-emotion-rides_24.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/5385041456955255354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/5385041456955255354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/05/on-emotion-rides_24.html' title='On emotion rides....'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/S_tkWTCl7aI/AAAAAAAAA0o/bxx5Y822_Eo/s72-c/imagesCA8INPV5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-6053524654098243109</id><published>2010-05-23T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T06:57:42.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing songs is hardwork!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;These 2 days I have been spending time playing keyboard and just enjoy 'the moment'. Wow, I think I have not really done that for awhile. And wow, the church keyboard is so nice to use. When I use my small keyboard at home, comparatively it sounded just so 'holely' and empty. I can't wait to go early next Saturday to use the new keyboard in church just to have 'the moment' again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;I have been feeling inspired and having the urge to write new songs. Though I have moments of lyrics &amp;amp; melody coming to my head, I fail to discipline myself to record down the ideas. I have to come back to the discipline to connect with God. My song writing principle still lies. All my songs should be heart song. But the new challenge is that I should attempt to write new songs for my church which means it's corporate heart song. Not my and mine alone. Challenging! And that's why I need to hear from God even more what song should be released in this season at this time. And these 2 days on the keyboard did not produce much. Not yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;This brings me back to my conversation with Joe Loy, the director of Worship Central, Alpha few months back. A young chap, talented song composer, humble and simple. Love him and his ministry. He told me something I never thought of. 'Writing songs is hard work!' At first I didn't really agree. I always thought of writing songs should be peanuts when the Holy Spirit flows through you. The song just birthed easily. Well, which it did happen to me. But when I think back about the process, I forced myself to sit there until something come out. Normally it will be around 2 hours. It's actually inspiration with hard work. It didn't really just came to me like I didn't use my brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, I want to come back to that special giftings from God. Somehow I felt that I need to do that not only for myself but also for others so that people are inspired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sing a new song to the Lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-6053524654098243109?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/6053524654098243109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/05/writing-songs-is-hardwork.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/6053524654098243109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/6053524654098243109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/05/writing-songs-is-hardwork.html' title='Writing songs is hardwork!!'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-2396589251308036470</id><published>2010-01-27T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T20:36:13.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Between good and godly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/S2ETxmFafDI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/vWu8IFbnqlU/s1600-h/decision.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431644368343301170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/S2ETxmFafDI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/vWu8IFbnqlU/s320/decision.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just this month, I had to face a point in my business to make an important decision. My business leader got his whole team including me to be involved in a project last year. As his team member, I had to followed along. On the surface, this project is good and it gives a winning edge and advantage for us to grow our business. It really looks okay and right. However, I could hear a little, still, small voice in my heart that says otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is like a yearly project. The project was closed last year. So when our leader called everyone to begin this project again this year, I began to struggle about it. It's seemed ok but yet it's not ok. I was torn in between.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Because of this, I decided to speak to a church leader who is also a businessman. I told him about the whole situation and he gave me wise and biblical counsel. I knew he could understand me because I am sure he went through making difficult decision before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the end, he told me I have to make a clear decision myself. And he gave me this line to encourage me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'It's very easy to choose between a good and bad decision, but it's very difficult to choose between a good and godly decision.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Though I have been tempted to say yes to my business leader (after all, it helped meto grow my business), I cannot imagine myself missing God's best for choosing the good. Honestly, I also cannot stand the little, still, small voice from my heart. The voice may be small but the message is loud and clear!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hope the above quote from my wise church leader can be an important anchor for the rest of my life. By His grace, I feel free that I have chosen something better than the good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-2396589251308036470?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/2396589251308036470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/01/between-good-and-godly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/2396589251308036470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/2396589251308036470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2010/01/between-good-and-godly.html' title='Between good and godly...'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/S2ETxmFafDI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/vWu8IFbnqlU/s72-c/decision.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-4537572409811753466</id><published>2009-12-10T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T21:46:54.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whose mouths are these? hehe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413832220914528226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SyHLuKEsr-I/AAAAAAAAAyc/aRXHgVB_08E/s320/DSC01999.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413832225812938162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SyHLucUkfbI/AAAAAAAAAyk/y0D3WTvaqu8/s320/DSC02000.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SyHLu_oXlNI/AAAAAAAAAys/m-U1EquAYXM/s1600-h/DSC02001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413832235291219154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SyHLu_oXlNI/AAAAAAAAAys/m-U1EquAYXM/s320/DSC02001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-4537572409811753466?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/4537572409811753466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/12/whose-mouths-are-these-hehe.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/4537572409811753466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/4537572409811753466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/12/whose-mouths-are-these-hehe.html' title='Whose mouths are these? hehe!'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SyHLuKEsr-I/AAAAAAAAAyc/aRXHgVB_08E/s72-c/DSC01999.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-5124877568483592550</id><published>2009-12-09T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T10:26:47.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful children in a night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last Wednesday, 2nd December, 2009 was my cousin's daughter, Nicole's birthday. It was her 1st birthday and that night was a relaxed dinner with lots of children around. You know me, with my hot pink digital camera, I made use of the opportunity to capture all the beautiful faces of the little children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413294545135592770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Sx_itTtd5UI/AAAAAAAAAx0/VEZunYpYBhM/s200/DSC02318.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413294556239646258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Sx_it9E4TjI/AAAAAAAAAx8/uFCbUFnFwUs/s200/DSC02322.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413299261349716978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Sx_m_0-iY_I/AAAAAAAAAyU/vxlEOKw72e8/s200/DSC02329.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413294563614476642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Sx_iuYjLSWI/AAAAAAAAAyE/CLWiZx70jt0/s200/DSC02331.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413174274863774018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Sx91UqCJuUI/AAAAAAAAAxU/Do9lF_9E4JI/s200/DSC02328.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413174265841164082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Sx91UIa_nzI/AAAAAAAAAxM/KsVV0sjMHqM/s200/DSC02325.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413166881564961986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Sx9umT2WrMI/AAAAAAAAAxE/cPAyTZZJibg/s200/DSC02345.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413166874679481394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Sx9ul6MulDI/AAAAAAAAAw8/O2608koE_iM/s200/DSC02344.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413166871782079666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Sx9ulvZ7vLI/AAAAAAAAAw0/tZulyMD4cwQ/s200/DSC02340.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413166861802548914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Sx9ulKOoLrI/AAAAAAAAAws/zX3Y7LF7Dxw/s200/DSC02339.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413174290391166018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Sx91Vj4K7EI/AAAAAAAAAxk/9Uwq-riDeMA/s200/DSC02336.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413174299855452706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Sx91WHIoeiI/AAAAAAAAAxs/0ItOzriBUuI/s200/DSC02337.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413166852958751074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Sx9ukpSGiWI/AAAAAAAAAwk/yP3yZy1UDTA/s200/DSC02338.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-5124877568483592550?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/5124877568483592550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/12/beautiful-children-in-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/5124877568483592550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/5124877568483592550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/12/beautiful-children-in-night.html' title='beautiful children in a night'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Sx_itTtd5UI/AAAAAAAAAx0/VEZunYpYBhM/s72-c/DSC02318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-4588470127796665137</id><published>2009-11-30T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T00:41:24.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st American Thanksgiving Dinner in my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413151474309333010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Sx9glfWXABI/AAAAAAAAAv8/_uW4Yh9jv78/s320/DSC02280.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413151481158030466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Sx9gl43N1II/AAAAAAAAAwE/skr8XWbjGVM/s320/DSC02284.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413151488633764882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Sx9gmUtkfBI/AAAAAAAAAwM/RRdehjmnIfY/s320/DSC02292.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412494411166376722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Sx0K_YZb4xI/AAAAAAAAAvI/84DhnpDs-JM/s320/DSC02293.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412494417742486290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Sx0K_w5TWxI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/YCRpx_vh6kg/s320/DSC02294.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412494427981282050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Sx0LAXCa-wI/AAAAAAAAAvY/6p-bmnlYk-4/s320/DSC02296.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413151499802152658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Sx9gm-UUjtI/AAAAAAAAAwU/G0Lip3qzYos/s320/DSC02298.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413151505990175122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Sx9gnVXqSZI/AAAAAAAAAwc/gRIAJ7yHNjA/s320/DSC02300.JPG" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A few months ago, our church started to have a group of Americans on short term mission. I got to know them as most of them worshipped in our church. They are Katherine, Kelsey, Erika, Jacob &amp;amp; Ellen. Earlier, one of them called Lauren returned home to the US so I didn't get to know her very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On 29th November, 2009, I was invited by them to experience their tradisional style of Amercian food and programs. Obviously, they wanted to appreciate us with thanks for helping them in some ways. I wouldn't consider myself helping them alot. Only providing transport occasionally. But I think it's the relationship that has been built up that made them wanna invite me I guess. We, the gals have been to movie together once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The food was great and it's really sufficient and delicious! Not bad at all! The programs we had was very meaningful too like singing, praying, sharing and music performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Praise God! It's really a wonderful way to celebrate thanksgiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-4588470127796665137?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/4588470127796665137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-1st-american-thanksgiving-dinner-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/4588470127796665137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/4588470127796665137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-1st-american-thanksgiving-dinner-in.html' title='My 1st American Thanksgiving Dinner in my life'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Sx9glfWXABI/AAAAAAAAAv8/_uW4Yh9jv78/s72-c/DSC02280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-5202208838559900221</id><published>2009-11-28T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T10:17:33.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas decoration at home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Every year, I make it a point to put up the Christmas decoration early. When I say early, I meant like early November. So that the decoration will be there for at least a month. When I do that, everyone will start to feel the mood of Christmas and my nephews and nieces will start to ask their parents to decorate their homes as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's the Christmas tree at home. Okay, it fell down twice already since I put up. One pulled down by baby Selwyn and the other time pulled down by Isaac. So I redecorated the tree all over at least twice! Well, that's the bad reason for putting up the tree too early. Other than that, I'll still put up the Christmas tree early next year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409196814712821362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SxFT2AUh1nI/AAAAAAAAAug/hWpHCLY0GcY/s400/DSC02200.JPG" /&gt;Later on, I added another lightings decoration of a Christmas tree on the window. Beautiful yah? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409196824720693314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SxFT2lml2EI/AAAAAAAAAuo/I8OZWNI_p4M/s400/DSC02199.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My sis also has put up Christmas decoration at her home. Here are the photos for you to enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SxFRFXUtp5I/AAAAAAAAAuI/nA0mcZ_sBmg/s1600/DSC02196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409193780050765714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SxFRFXUtp5I/AAAAAAAAAuI/nA0mcZ_sBmg/s200/DSC02196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SxFRGbNn_1I/AAAAAAAAAuY/r0NC1Qqp_Vs/s1600/DSC02198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409193798274645842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SxFRGbNn_1I/AAAAAAAAAuY/r0NC1Qqp_Vs/s200/DSC02198.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SxFRFzW_HHI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/-P8Fu4xJnxE/s1600/DSC02197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409193787576491122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SxFRFzW_HHI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/-P8Fu4xJnxE/s200/DSC02197.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SxFD5Y9QuDI/AAAAAAAAAto/2eN-bBUN3e4/s1600/DSC02191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409179280679680050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SxFD5Y9QuDI/AAAAAAAAAto/2eN-bBUN3e4/s200/DSC02191.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SxFD5MQS0ZI/AAAAAAAAAtg/hN8fwroiYm0/s1600/DSC02188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409179277269848466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SxFD5MQS0ZI/AAAAAAAAAtg/hN8fwroiYm0/s200/DSC02188.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SxFD6-k-yOI/AAAAAAAAAuA/84knK-Pu7Js/s1600/DSC02195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409179307958257890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SxFD6-k-yOI/AAAAAAAAAuA/84knK-Pu7Js/s200/DSC02195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SxFD6ZZGsoI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZXdkjRh_jwI/s1600/DSC02194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409179297976332930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SxFD6ZZGsoI/AAAAAAAAAt4/ZXdkjRh_jwI/s200/DSC02194.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SxFD53-2jBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/hsPQOphbrJE/s1600/DSC02192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409179289007852562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SxFD53-2jBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/hsPQOphbrJE/s200/DSC02192.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-5202208838559900221?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/5202208838559900221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-decoration-at-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/5202208838559900221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/5202208838559900221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-decoration-at-home.html' title='Christmas decoration at home...'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SxFT2AUh1nI/AAAAAAAAAug/hWpHCLY0GcY/s72-c/DSC02200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-8807269757529855833</id><published>2009-11-28T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:06:07.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas video by me on Youtube...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have done a few Christmas videos few years back. Nowadays I'm so lazy to work on these videos again. It was really fun but tiring also. Once in awhile, I'll play them again and still enjoy the work of my hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, Christmas is around the corner. So, it's time to watch these videos again. Hope you'll enjoy them again! Maybe, just maybe, I'll make new ones next year.. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Miracle of Christmas by Steven Curtis Chapman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yRK0_OUAlFg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yRK0_OUAlFg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Christmas Hope by Newsong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JG_wDNiEHb4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JG_wDNiEHb4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It Came upon the Midnight Clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/adT2E7zZqqQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/adT2E7zZqqQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-8807269757529855833?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/8807269757529855833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-video-by-me-on-youtube.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/8807269757529855833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/8807269757529855833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-video-by-me-on-youtube.html' title='Christmas video by me on Youtube...'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-2069831373107418462</id><published>2009-11-25T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T19:35:55.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Met again after 15 years of seperation (Correction: not 18 years)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408093089682859330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Sw1oAwLKpUI/AAAAAAAAAsI/Bb_S-dFy2wc/s320/DSC02184.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Sw1oBaGVezI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/fwx6CJP5_lg/s1600/DSC02185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408093100936887090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Sw1oBaGVezI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/fwx6CJP5_lg/s320/DSC02185.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Iris Ng, my secondary ex-classmate! She left for USA after Pre-U and we never met again! We kept in touch for awhile but then somehow lost touch again. Thanks to Facebook! She found me there and we connected again. I marked in my handphone of the dates she's back home in KK. So the moment she called, I immediately asked, 'Is it Iris?' This time I was anticipating her journey home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Though we never met all these years, about 5 years ago when she was back in KK we managed to talk on phone. That's when she told me something that I totally forgot. She said I shared with her about the gospel when we were in secondary school. She finally accepted Christ led by others but she believed my sharing with her about the gospel in the beginning has prepared her for the big decision. Today, she's a committed and spirit-filled Christian. I was very encouraged knowing that I have helped a little bit to bring a soul into the Kingdom. All glory to God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We met today for lunch at UpperStar, Damai. I didn't know I was so resourceful that I actually have a few ex-classmates' contact. First I called Jenny Tan, and she immediately came to UpperStar to meet us. Then I called Helen Ho whom I met a few years ago and she managed to talk to Iris and they will meet up on their own. Finally, I bought Iris to Lim Young Peing's shop which is just nearby and it happened that he was there and we managed to catch up with each other. Since it's such a special occasion, it has been suggested that we will meet up again this Friday for lunch at UpperStar with a few more ex-classmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So that's the highlight for today and it's considered a fruitful day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-2069831373107418462?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/2069831373107418462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/11/met-again-after-18-years-of-seperation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/2069831373107418462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/2069831373107418462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/11/met-again-after-18-years-of-seperation.html' title='Met again after 15 years of seperation (Correction: not 18 years)'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Sw1oAwLKpUI/AAAAAAAAAsI/Bb_S-dFy2wc/s72-c/DSC02184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-4334318231091487789</id><published>2009-11-25T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T08:48:19.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012 Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Sw1fgTEaRsI/AAAAAAAAAsA/XPBLBc_3M8U/s1600/2012%2520movie%2520poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408083736021059266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Sw1fgTEaRsI/AAAAAAAAAsA/XPBLBc_3M8U/s400/2012%2520movie%2520poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow! This movie is totally breath-taking. Totally emotionally disturbed. So many exciting scenes that I could not and would not want to lean my back on the chair. I kept thinking, what a terrible way to die! This movie may want to do a warning to humans on global warming but it's definitely not a message of hope. If that's how the world is going to end, how many of us can make it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, back to the movie. Here's the good comment. I am totally impressed and amazed at the visual effect and all the technology behind this movie. Wow! All scenes looked so so real! I can't believe the computer nowadays can do that. If you ask me, is it worth to watch? YES! Absolutely! Cause I don't mind paying another RM9 to watch this movie again! Thumbs up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-4334318231091487789?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/4334318231091487789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/11/2012-movie.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/4334318231091487789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/4334318231091487789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/11/2012-movie.html' title='2012 Movie'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Sw1fgTEaRsI/AAAAAAAAAsA/XPBLBc_3M8U/s72-c/2012%2520movie%2520poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-121535367646129925</id><published>2009-11-24T05:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T09:28:36.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my favourite Bible Teachers</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407671947060332658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Swvo_BpgSHI/AAAAAAAAArw/g9-iEeDkkmQ/s320/DSC02173.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407671957479466722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Swvo_odnpuI/AAAAAAAAAr4/YB9UzhUDes8/s320/DSC02174.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I came to know Pastor Benny Ho few years ago attending a seminar on mentoring in our church. It was a seminar for pastors but then they also opened to layman as well. So I went anyway. Since then, he has been my mentor in the Word of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I find his teaching on the Word very balanced, in the sense that what he taught is spiritual at the same time, practical. One of my favourite on his teaching series will be 'Nurturing the Inner Life'. I listened to his CDs in my car, turning my car to a mobile university so that I can hear God's Word all the time. So that I can have more faith by hearing God's Word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Just wanna honour this man of God for speaking to my life again and again. Thank you, Pastor Benny Ho for allowing God to use you to unveil the truth to the body of Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-121535367646129925?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/121535367646129925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-of-my-favourite-bible-teachers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/121535367646129925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/121535367646129925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-of-my-favourite-bible-teachers.html' title='One of my favourite Bible Teachers'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Swvo_BpgSHI/AAAAAAAAArw/g9-iEeDkkmQ/s72-c/DSC02173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-3798009280277840843</id><published>2009-08-17T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T00:04:35.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More police than a police....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From time to time, we can hear profound statement from different people. Today I just heard another one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The story is about a guy who is trying his best to bring down my colleague. He goes around to find out his weak points to attack him. In more detail terms, he wants to catch my colleague doing illegal business badly. So my colleague was sharing with us about his struggles with this crazy man. He warned us to be careful about him too. So from among us, another colleague of mine commented with the most appropriate statement for the moment. He actually said it in Mandarin but the meaning is this: He is more police than a police.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We all laughed but it was truly right about this 'I am so free-and nothing better to do' guy....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371196065918627010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SopSXTgOLMI/AAAAAAAAArg/DnFVphBK7Xk/s320/Abobby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-3798009280277840843?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/3798009280277840843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-police-than-police.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/3798009280277840843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/3798009280277840843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-police-than-police.html' title='More police than a police....'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SopSXTgOLMI/AAAAAAAAArg/DnFVphBK7Xk/s72-c/Abobby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-5069255084256113904</id><published>2009-08-17T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T08:05:52.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sales is hardwork...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just came back from my company seminar. I invited 2 clients tonight. I have followed up with one of them quite some time but until today to zero result. I just failed to close him. On the other hand, maybe I should say that he just failed to open his minds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I felt so exhausted. To me, sales is hardwork. It sucks your energy away. And this particular client, let me call him 'stroke-my-ego-forever' client drives me nuts. Right now, I felt I am totally drained after listening to his plan and his story. It's good to have this kind of client to increase your patience. But that's it! I won't call on this client anymore. I just need to reserve my energy for better prospects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please bear with me.. just let me be myself for awhile... grrrrreweeggrrrr..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370948979385079714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Solxo-b-l6I/AAAAAAAAArY/wRlL7QYwd1E/s320/you_drive_me_nuts_tshirt-p235735317030474592t5hl_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-5069255084256113904?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/5069255084256113904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/08/sales-is-hardwork.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/5069255084256113904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/5069255084256113904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/08/sales-is-hardwork.html' title='Sales is hardwork...'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Solxo-b-l6I/AAAAAAAAArY/wRlL7QYwd1E/s72-c/you_drive_me_nuts_tshirt-p235735317030474592t5hl_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-5088118577523919422</id><published>2009-08-16T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T21:56:34.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The giver in the house - my mum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I never really talked about my mum rite? Well, in my heart, she is always the most giving person I have ever met on earth. She doesn't have alot. But she likes to give.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whenever there is anyone in the family who wants to travel to somewhere, she will give an angpow for blessing. When she has her birthday, she will prepare angpow for each grandchildren. When I started my business, she opens an account with me to support me. Very often, she would also slip some money to the grandchildren from time to time secretly. RM1, RM2, RM10 etc etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Outside the family, somehow lots of people respect her so much. She has many godsons and goddaughters. Like all the bees attracted to the flower. My mum is a dialysis patient and in the dialysis centre, she would buy some food for the staffs at times. She is always the generous person. That's why we often have open house for friends and family and the tradition is kept until our generation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I many times don't know how to appreciate my mum and I don't know how to express through my actions and words. But I truly thank God for a supportive mum and may God bless her and satisfy her with long life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's my mother with the grandkids celebrating her birthday in July (except for Elliot, the eldest grandson who was at Ekletos that night).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370789745969884130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Sojg0XvYa-I/AAAAAAAAArI/XgnEkB54u4w/s320/DSC01609.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370789755006915586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Sojg05Z-lAI/AAAAAAAAArQ/aG3ef9rNHII/s320/DSC01611.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-5088118577523919422?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/5088118577523919422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/08/giver-in-house-my-mum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/5088118577523919422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/5088118577523919422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/08/giver-in-house-my-mum.html' title='The giver in the house - my mum'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Sojg0XvYa-I/AAAAAAAAArI/XgnEkB54u4w/s72-c/DSC01609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-6523875220457993260</id><published>2009-08-16T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T08:07:54.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The latest of baby Selwyn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Selwyn is now more than 6 months old. He has started to taste porridge and he loved it. His most prominent feature would be his 2 twinkling eyes and as for skill at the moment, very strong and good at grapping things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He knows how to manipulate by crying his lungs out for someone to carry him. All day long. Sigh.. poor kakak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's his video of him drinking milk on his own.. haha! After good sleep, food and lots of play, he is ultimately the cutest baby in the house...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f23e7eafc2065ce4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df23e7eafc2065ce4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331132238%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D415A61379FF5D23F645D36AF6AA227179D2D3F56.6F09B06100599E6136091BC59845B0BDD1DDCAE7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df23e7eafc2065ce4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwADkKVWYymrkeJ81UZYAiMbu3Y0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df23e7eafc2065ce4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331132238%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D415A61379FF5D23F645D36AF6AA227179D2D3F56.6F09B06100599E6136091BC59845B0BDD1DDCAE7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df23e7eafc2065ce4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwADkKVWYymrkeJ81UZYAiMbu3Y0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-6523875220457993260?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f23e7eafc2065ce4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/6523875220457993260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/08/latest-of-baby-selwyn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/6523875220457993260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/6523875220457993260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/08/latest-of-baby-selwyn.html' title='The latest of baby Selwyn...'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-6507825035903020556</id><published>2009-08-15T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T08:16:34.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another night of celebration...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tonight is my nephew, Beatrice's son, Enoch's 3rd birthday. We had a wonderful celebration. The climax is always the candle blowing moment. With children, you would see how happy they are to surround the cake and sing the 'Happy Birthday' song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370209171573634706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SobQyfkw9pI/AAAAAAAAAq4/iuQkvwN4EzU/s320/DSC01702.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370209158462857650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SobQxuu6YbI/AAAAAAAAAqw/OJbW3fcICnY/s320/DSC01697.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My family is so always full of celebration. Even there is no reason to celebrate, we would still eat together at least once a week. After dinner, we would have tea or coffee with deserts to celebrate. So when there is birthday or anniversary, everyone's mood would be happier. I think this is a great ritual or custom. I like it.. I love to celebrate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I also met my another cousin, Pei Ling &amp;amp; Edmund with his son whom have grown so much since full moon. So it's good to remember the moment by snapping a picture again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370209177417670322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SobQy1WF3rI/AAAAAAAAArA/oc2HE1MrFew/s320/DSC01704.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-6507825035903020556?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/6507825035903020556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-night-of-celebration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/6507825035903020556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/6507825035903020556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-night-of-celebration.html' title='Another night of celebration...'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SobQyfkw9pI/AAAAAAAAAq4/iuQkvwN4EzU/s72-c/DSC01702.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-3390020397268849411</id><published>2009-08-15T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T07:31:06.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My laptop has passed away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Many apology to whoever is even interested to read my blog. Long time no update. Let me explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yup, old story! Few months ago, my laptop's motherboard just died on me. It will take more than RM1K to replace. I have been borrowing my sister's laptop until now. I lost all my data.. except for some that I saved in my thumbdrive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life goes on. I can live without owning a computer. But I can't really live without a computer, honestly. Recently, my dad has been so keen to buy a computer. I really don't know why. He doesn't know how to use a computer in any sense. He doesn't type the keyboard well. He can't even find where 'y' is. But he wants a computer. So my sister suggested him to buy Acer emachine desktop EL1600. It was enough for him. I brought him to the PC Fair last weekend and he booked the model immediately. The next day I helped him to take back from the store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370197746758097842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SobGZe0em7I/AAAAAAAAAqo/AlglVZmZeMQ/s320/DSC01714.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, I am now using his computer as almost my own. After all, he only uses it for games and so far I helped him sent 1 email only. So now, I will try to put in more updates of my daily life since I feel more settled and as if my old laptop has come to a closure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Weird huh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-3390020397268849411?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/3390020397268849411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-laptop-has-passed-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/3390020397268849411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/3390020397268849411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-laptop-has-passed-away.html' title='My laptop has passed away...'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SobGZe0em7I/AAAAAAAAAqo/AlglVZmZeMQ/s72-c/DSC01714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-3316452321186147842</id><published>2009-05-23T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T07:13:52.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say hello to the MAN, who comes, perhaps, only once in a dynasty...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I met with a man at 1Borneo whom I have heard recently. I was wondering why I didn't hear of him earlier. But I think God gave me this divine appointment. Have you heard of an indian man who is a calligrapher who can actually write Chinese characters? That is amazing! His name is Huang Poh Lo (N. Polo). I was so glad to see him and even took photograph with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Shf69dw4bCI/AAAAAAAAAp4/j1OSIfYPgBE/s1600-h/DSC01385.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339011817139629090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Shf69dw4bCI/AAAAAAAAAp4/j1OSIfYPgBE/s320/DSC01385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Shf69JrLz8I/AAAAAAAAApw/iXKbvJPo8II/s1600-h/DSC01384.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339011811747024834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Shf69JrLz8I/AAAAAAAAApw/iXKbvJPo8II/s320/DSC01384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He likes me so much that he wrote something for me. A word 'love'. Thank you, uncle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Shf9rxiRKgI/AAAAAAAAAqA/bUrFW0LS1bs/s1600-h/DSC01389.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339014811744283138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Shf9rxiRKgI/AAAAAAAAAqA/bUrFW0LS1bs/s320/DSC01389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was very touched by this man's passion for Chinese culture and art. As an artist myself, I was inspired. and I promised him to write about him and promote him. He is not a man for money but for people and he loves to do charity work. All the calligraphy he's written for the people is for a love gift only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Take a look at this photo too. This is a a photo taken of him together with 3 beautiful and confident women. At first, I didn't notice anything special about this photograph. But he told me that this 3 beautiful ladies are sisters (left and middle ones are twins) and they are all dumb and mute, that really surprised me. I agreed with him that the picture was a very beautiful photo. They look beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Shf9sASliAI/AAAAAAAAAqI/niNFsOFq2HU/s1600-h/DSC01386.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339014815705040898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Shf9sASliAI/AAAAAAAAAqI/niNFsOFq2HU/s320/DSC01386.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Below is a writeup on him. If you need to get him, his contact will at the end of the writeup:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Calligraphy by Huang Poh Lo (N. Polo)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE MAN BELOW THE WIND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Showcasing the highest form of art in Chinese and Arabic Culture&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;A true Malaysian, in a multi-racial society, he is currently the only known Indian, Chinese Calligrapher in the world. He is a graduate in Economics and presently self-employed. In Calligraphy he is self-taught and has absolutely no formal education in Chinese language nor the art. He was strangely inspired by a "Teach Yourself Mandarin" book written by a non-Chinese resident of China in 1947, and has been learning and practicing since 1995. He was 45 then. Out of curiosity and interest in the formation, structure and strokes of the Chinese character, he has now developed a passion for the art. During the annual lunar month, he uses his skillsto raise funds a a charity drive for Chinese schools. His passion for art has also driven him to explore the depth and heights, beauty and grace for Arabic Calligraphy, and has now come up with his very own creation of "Shah Rumi-Jawi" Calligraphy. He has no musical background, yet his love for music, innovation and creativity has earned him a name as a composer, lyricist and he has his voice on the airways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;N. Poolohhgasingam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;email: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:huangpohlo@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;huangpohlo@hotmail.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tel: 019-8993248&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HUANG DYNASTY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SABAH MALAYSIAN BORNEO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-3316452321186147842?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/3316452321186147842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/05/say-hello-to-man-who-comes-perhaps-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/3316452321186147842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/3316452321186147842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/05/say-hello-to-man-who-comes-perhaps-only.html' title='Say hello to the MAN, who comes, perhaps, only once in a dynasty...'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Shf69dw4bCI/AAAAAAAAAp4/j1OSIfYPgBE/s72-c/DSC01385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-1279031712120900452</id><published>2009-05-23T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T06:00:57.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new table lamp...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last Friday I suddenly felt an urge to have a table lamp. I went to Signature Store to take a look. Found one particular lamp within my budget but it's so bulky and old fashion. Didn't really like it. I was hoping that one of those lighting shops in Damai would be still open that late night slightly before 9pm. I was very happy to find out it's still open for me! Went in to check out their lamps. They are definitely nicer but more pricy too. Happy to find out they are willing to offer me 30% discount. In the end, I managed to negotiate for more than 30% discount. I finally settled for one that is plain but classisc with yellow light. That's my taste! Come and take a look at my new table lamp. Now everynite is a romantic night.... hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Shfy-papcAI/AAAAAAAAApo/XKEMhD8G_uM/s1600-h/DSC01377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339003041354444802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Shfy-papcAI/AAAAAAAAApo/XKEMhD8G_uM/s400/DSC01377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-1279031712120900452?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/1279031712120900452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-new-table-lamp.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/1279031712120900452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/1279031712120900452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-new-table-lamp.html' title='My new table lamp...'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/Shfy-papcAI/AAAAAAAAApo/XKEMhD8G_uM/s72-c/DSC01377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-8592991723227310209</id><published>2009-05-23T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T05:23:34.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The VOCA People</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you heard of them? Really cool and creative. I like....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="tangle" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://www.tangle.com/flash/swf/flvplayer.swf" width="330" height="270" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="viewkey=f2ee83ca4bdb9f32f7c8" wmode="transparent" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-8592991723227310209?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/8592991723227310209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/05/voca-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/8592991723227310209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/8592991723227310209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/05/voca-people.html' title='The VOCA People'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-4794008852748776077</id><published>2009-05-11T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T00:17:45.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbelievable Story of Hope And Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cleveland Clinic face transplant patient Connie Culp hopes her story teaches people not to judge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:bzeltner@plaind.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brie Zeltner/Plain Dealer Reporter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday May 05, 2009, 5:00 PM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Connie Culp, the nation's first face transplant recipient, lost the middle of her face in the fall of 2004 when her husband shot her and then turned the gun on himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SgkfiAlLwVI/AAAAAAAAApQ/HJEudMaYJTg/s1600-h/small_connie%2520before%2520accident.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334829902729036114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SgkfiAlLwVI/AAAAAAAAApQ/HJEudMaYJTg/s320/small_connie%2520before%2520accident.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Connie Culp, before the shooting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He survived with minor injuries and is serving a seven year sentence in prison. Connie Culp, 40 at the time, lost her nose, one eye, her upper jaw and upper lip, palate and lower eyelids. She couldn't eat solid food, drink from a cup, smell or taste. She could only breathe through a hole cut into her throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After nearly 30 surgeries at the Cleveland Clinic failed to help her, she became only the fourth person in the world to receive a face transplant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday she showed the world her new face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Dec. 9 operation, considered the most complex face transplant to date, lasted nearly 23 hours. After doctors removed scar tissue, bone grafts, and metal from her previous surgeries, Culp received 80 percent of the face and underlying tissue of an organ donor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Culp was released from the Clinic on Feb. 5th. Her name, age, and type of injury had been withheld to protect her privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She spoke to the media briefly for the first time Tuesday at a news conference held at the Intercontinental Hotel on the Clinic campus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Culp, who had been taunted and called names because of her appearance, asked that everyone think twice about judging people who look differently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"When somebody has a disfigurement or doesn't look as pretty as you, don't judge them," she said. "You never know what happened to them and you never know what might happen to you . . . . it might all be taken away." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Culp has remained in the Cleveland area since her release from the hospital in order to receive follow-up treatment and has "progressed tremendously," said Dr. Maria Siemionow, Culp's surgeon and pioneer of the face transplant technique at the Clinic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like any transplant patient, she will need to have monthly doctor visits for the next year and will be closely monitored for any signs that her body is rejecting the foreign tissue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SgkfiNSskCI/AAAAAAAAApY/dAcUbrAUuvI/s1600-h/medium_face%2520front%2520view%2520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334829906141155362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SgkfiNSskCI/AAAAAAAAApY/dAcUbrAUuvI/s320/medium_face%2520front%2520view%2520.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Connie Culp, before and after the face transplant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike many kidney, liver, or heart transplant patients who are critically ill by the time they need a transplant, Culp went into the transplant healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Her chance of getting a very good outcome with minimal side effects is very high," Siemionow said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is due for more surgeries in the future, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surgeons transplanted extra facial tissue in the operation because they thought that some of the tissue might be rejected. It is all healthy, so Culp will need a few minor tuck procedures in four to five months to remove some of the excess donor skin, Papay said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time will also allow facial nerves to regenerate in Culp's face, which will restore movement to the muscles of the donor tissue, allowing her to smile and show emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SgkfiXH-ssI/AAAAAAAAApg/lLRcIZHweNg/s1600-h/large_06cFaceB.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Culp has been weaned off several anti-rejection drugs and is only taking one such medication now, said Dr. Frank Papay, chairman of the dermatology and plastic surgery institute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had one mild episode of rejection 47 days after the surgery that doctors found in a routine biopsy. It was treated with a course of steroids, and there have been no problems since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facial transplantation has been controversial because some doctors and ethicists believe that the risks of immune rejection and other complications were unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Eric Kodish, chairman of the department of bioethics at the Clinic, said that the progress Culp has made in recovering function is important evidence of the ethical justification of the surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is not cosmetic surgery in any sense of the word," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siemionow said the team is evaluating many potential candidates for future transplantation but the team is focused on Culp's recovery and it will be several months before they consider another surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surgeon, who has spent 20 years researching transplantation of body parts and received approval to move ahead with a face transplant in 2004, said that Culp's outcome is overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is all about functional outcome," she said. "If you can breathe through your nose in the spring in Cleveland, isn't that amazing?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="tangle" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://www.tangle.com/flash/swf/flvplayer.swf" width="330" height="270" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" quality="high" wmode="transparent" flashvars="viewkey=7e79bafc0d37d7dc369a"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-4794008852748776077?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/4794008852748776077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/05/unbelievable-story-of-hope-and-faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/4794008852748776077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/4794008852748776077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/05/unbelievable-story-of-hope-and-faith.html' title='Unbelievable Story of Hope And Faith'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SgkfiAlLwVI/AAAAAAAAApQ/HJEudMaYJTg/s72-c/small_connie%2520before%2520accident.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-8978237932252167495</id><published>2009-05-11T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T08:25:06.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What we can learn from Noah's Ark's story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SghBuWTeOuI/AAAAAAAAApI/5-iAxSReZjs/s1600-h/funny-cartoon-Noahs-Ark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334586023137393378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SghBuWTeOuI/AAAAAAAAApI/5-iAxSReZjs/s200/funny-cartoon-Noahs-Ark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Recently, I received an email with nice PowerPoint presentation. They are normally the good stuff. But this particular one that I received, really encouraged me. I really need to see light and hope in my daily challenges and pressures. This presentation is about what we can learn from the story of Noah's Ark. Interestingly enough, I never really see it that way. I like it when logos (the Word) becomes alive (rhema)... It really helped me to go on for another day... especially point no. 5 &amp;amp; 8...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So what can we learn from the story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) Don't miss the boat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) Remember we are on the same boat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3) We need good planning. Noah's ark was built before the heavy rain came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4) Stay in good health. You'll still be needed for major venture even if you're 60&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5) Don't be bothered by any criticisms. Focus on what needs to be completed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6) Build your future on high places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7) For safety's sake, travel in pairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8) Speed is never the most important thing. Snail and the leopard end up on the same boat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9) When you feel uptight, relax a little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10) Remember, the ark was built by layman. Titanic was built by specialists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11) No matter how bad the weather outside is, if you walk with God, the rainbow is just ahead of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SghBuW25z6I/AAAAAAAAApA/OIQK4-Klljw/s1600-h/noahs_ark_rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334586023286001570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SghBuW25z6I/AAAAAAAAApA/OIQK4-Klljw/s200/noahs_ark_rainbow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-8978237932252167495?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/8978237932252167495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-we-can-learn-from-noahs-arks-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/8978237932252167495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/8978237932252167495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-we-can-learn-from-noahs-arks-story.html' title='What we can learn from Noah&apos;s Ark&apos;s story'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SghBuWTeOuI/AAAAAAAAApI/5-iAxSReZjs/s72-c/funny-cartoon-Noahs-Ark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-9079383658649317402</id><published>2009-05-09T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T00:30:18.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God is good...... sometimes.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SgaCGZBnnCI/AAAAAAAAAo4/7OSwz7p8u-s/s1600-h/god_is_good_all_the_time_tshirt-p235083199931713714q617_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334093854975433762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SgaCGZBnnCI/AAAAAAAAAo4/7OSwz7p8u-s/s200/god_is_good_all_the_time_tshirt-p235083199931713714q617_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As a worship leader, it is somehow a challenge for me to know how to lead worship by saying the right thing. I can remember so many times I said the wrong things. Anyway, it's not difficult to say the right things as we lead more worship but more difficult to say it when you don't feel like it or mean it. It's hard, sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One of those famous phrases I can say when I lead worship is: 'God is good?' And the congregation will answer: 'All the time.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is God really good, all the time? I mean even when someone of your love ones died or when you failed your exam or when your life partner just betrayed you or when world economy crisis hit you........? Is God still good when bad things happen to us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, the Bible says so. His love endures forever!! You know 'forever' to me is something abstract. Cause I don't really know what's forever. I have never experienced it before. At least I have not experienced something or someone who is forever on earth right now. My parents love me but sometimes that's not what I felt. I love my dogs, but they are not forever cause they died one after another. I have never used the same wallet like forever. My laptop just died on me and they disappoint me so.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I only want to know if God is good to me right now at this moment. Sometimes I feel it, sometimes I don't. God has disappointed or failed me, I thought. But I must say after all that I've been through, God is good to me. He's still good to me. With the breath that I have, I will say and declare that my God is a good God and He is good TO ME.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So why is God good all the time? Because in difficult moments in life,God has divine purpose for each of us to go through so that our joy may be complete when we walk out of our trials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, God is good, all the time. I believe He is good to me, RIGHT NOW......!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-9079383658649317402?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/9079383658649317402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/05/god-is-good-sometimes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/9079383658649317402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/9079383658649317402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/05/god-is-good-sometimes.html' title='God is good...... sometimes.....'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SgaCGZBnnCI/AAAAAAAAAo4/7OSwz7p8u-s/s72-c/god_is_good_all_the_time_tshirt-p235083199931713714q617_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-5600316052631874462</id><published>2009-04-17T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T08:15:02.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She had a dream... Susan Boyle's story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To be a singer. All she needed was a chance — one no one would give. The lesson? Never judge a book by its cover. You could easily miss out on something extraordinary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="tangle" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://www.tangle.com/flash/swf/flvplayer.swf" width="330" height="270" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="viewkey=98096bfbc280d77852ec" wmode="transparent" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-5600316052631874462?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/5600316052631874462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/04/she-had-dream-susan-boyles-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/5600316052631874462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/5600316052631874462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/04/she-had-dream-susan-boyles-story.html' title='She had a dream... Susan Boyle&apos;s story'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-6329456555381053857</id><published>2009-04-13T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T06:24:13.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>新一版的小學生造句 ~~</title><content type='html'>看著看著不禁會心一笑~  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很有趣的造句！隨著年齡增長，愈發羨慕小朋友能夠如此天真無邪的用語....當 然，也很羨慕這位老師如此幽默的評語， 這工作真是享受.....小學生造句精選&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1。題目：一邊....一邊....&lt;br /&gt;小朋友寫：他一邊脫衣服，一邊穿褲子。&lt;br /&gt;老師批語：他到底是要脫還是要穿啊？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2。題目：其中&lt;br /&gt;小朋友寫：我的其中一只左腳受傷了。&lt;br /&gt;老師批語：你是蜈蚣嗎？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3。題目：陸陸續續&lt;br /&gt;小朋友寫：下班了，爸爸陸陸續續的回家了。&lt;br /&gt;老師批語：你到底有幾個爸爸呀？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4。題目：難過&lt;br /&gt;小朋友寫：我家門前有條水溝很難過。&lt;br /&gt;老師批語：老師更難過。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5。題目：又....又.....&lt;br /&gt;小朋友寫：我的媽媽又矮又高又胖又瘦。&lt;br /&gt;老師批語；你的媽媽是變形金鋼嗎？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6。題目：你看&lt;br /&gt;小朋友寫：你看什麼看！沒看過啊？&lt;br /&gt;老師批語：沒看過。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7。題目：欣欣向榮&lt;br /&gt;小朋友寫：欣欣向榮榮告白。&lt;br /&gt;老師批語：連續劇不要看太多了！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8。題目：好吃&lt;br /&gt;小朋友寫：好吃個屁。&lt;br /&gt;老師批語：有些東西是不能吃的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9。題目：天真&lt;br /&gt;小朋友寫：今天真熱。 &lt;br /&gt;老師批語：你真天真。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10。題目：果然&lt;br /&gt;小朋友寫：昨天我吃水果，然後喝涼水。&lt;br /&gt;老師批語：是詞組，不能分開的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11。題目：先....再....，例題：先吃飯，再冼澡。&lt;br /&gt;小朋友寫：先生，再見！&lt;br /&gt;老師批語：想像力超過了地球人的智慧。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12。題目：況且&lt;br /&gt;小朋友寫：一列火車經過，況且況且況且況且況且況。( 請唸出來)&lt;br /&gt;老師批語：我死了算了。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-6329456555381053857?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/6329456555381053857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/6329456555381053857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/6329456555381053857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='新一版的小學生造句 ~~'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-3651847814429925091</id><published>2009-03-21T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T06:35:28.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Gaya Street....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-d3.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-d3.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt; 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Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-18.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-18.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;il=1&amp;channel=288230376171799320&amp;site=widget-18.slide.com"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p style="white-space:nowrap"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=288230376171799320&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-18.slide.com/p1/288230376171799320/ms_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=288230376171799320&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-18.slide.com/p2/288230376171799320/ms_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=288230376171799320&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-18.slide.com/p4/288230376171799320/ms_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-6477522696454557674?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/6477522696454557674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/03/selwyn-tai-full-moon-dinner-14th-march.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/6477522696454557674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/6477522696454557674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/03/selwyn-tai-full-moon-dinner-14th-march.html' title='Selwyn Tai Full Moon Dinner (14th March 2009)'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-6941554083105001929</id><published>2009-03-14T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T06:51:16.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For all Hakkas! 海边看飞机</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I realised quite a lot of people like 'ciubalak's songs. Here's his second music video. In my opinion, his is talented, creative and full of music cells in his body. I really hope to see him excel in this area. Anyway, he was so good and popular that he was featured in our local newspaper. According to the press, he is writing his 3rd song. Only one thing I like to mention here: both of his songs have some '%&amp;amp;8#' words which I guess it's in our Hakka vocabulary and culture. I wouldn't write songs with those words.... hmmmm......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aJEdjmIJ7yQ&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-6941554083105001929?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/6941554083105001929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-all-hakkas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/6941554083105001929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/6941554083105001929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-all-hakkas.html' title='For all Hakkas! 海边看飞机'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-442051855364660333</id><published>2009-03-03T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T03:24:26.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought this guy got future!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am a Hakka and I would really love to see Hakkas ourselves rise up in any field, including in the music arena. Actually one of my cousins could write Hakka song and I think he is quite talented. Only thing is, may be he didn't get enough encouragement and hear enough compliments from people around him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's a guy quite good leh.... try listening to his Hakka song. He's from KK, a graduate from Tshung Tsin. I am proud of him!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y-kO3uFswOg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y-kO3uFswOg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-442051855364660333?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/442051855364660333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-thought-this-guy-got-future.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/442051855364660333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/442051855364660333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-thought-this-guy-got-future.html' title='I thought this guy got future!!!'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-8103514516600896879</id><published>2009-03-02T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T10:26:53.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am sad.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's about my bunnies. So far, I don't know anyone experienced this: my 2 male bunnies fought with each other. They bit on each other until one of them cried in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's mating season and they tried to ride on each other. At first I thought it was funny. They didn't fight inside the cage. They fought outside the cage while they were having play time in the kitchen. That was Saturday night. I had no choice but to separate them putting one of them covered by a basket for the night. The next day, I borrowed another cage from my sister since her home has an extra one. That helped me solve the problem temporarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so disturbed by this incident. I realised this is not something I and the 2 bunnies need to go through. I am sad to think about giving or selling them away. Nobody told me 2 male bunnies would fight. Nobody see that before. I prayed that night to ask God to give me wisdom to solve the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, my sister has suggested me to give one of them to her daughter. She even thought of taking both of the bunnies. Also for her son. I thought that was a great idea! I really don't mind. But I think right now, they are contemplating if this would be an added burden to the parents since Christabel and Malcolm would not know how to take care of the bunnies themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad... to even think that I could not take of them anymore. May be I should not have taken them home in the first place. May be it's for my own good. I am just sad.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I was reminded of this verse, 'casting all your care upon Him, for He cares for you', 1 Peter 5:7. Though it sounds easy, it is hard to just leave it to God. On that night, I prayed to God again and again, casting and casting again because I kept on worrying. I kept taking the problem back into my hand. I am still casting to God today....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-8103514516600896879?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/8103514516600896879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/8103514516600896879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/8103514516600896879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-sad.html' title='I am sad.....'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-4250916318988243413</id><published>2009-02-12T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T19:42:15.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What it means to click....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At the moment, I have 9 nephews and nieces. One on the way... And I must say not everyone can click with one another. Even if they do, there's always some 'fight' time. Anyway, somehow these are the twos that really click. I thought it was really loving and adorable to see how they relate with one another and how they look at each other. Very sweet!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZTqFcQN9EI/AAAAAAAAAmA/eSSSGORImhM/s1600-h/DSC00251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302120040526378050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZTqFcQN9EI/AAAAAAAAAmA/eSSSGORImhM/s200/DSC00251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZTqFWoxNkI/AAAAAAAAAmI/gKLdOW24GBA/s1600-h/DSC00252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302120039018739266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZTqFWoxNkI/AAAAAAAAAmI/gKLdOW24GBA/s200/DSC00252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZTqFAmH_yI/AAAAAAAAAl4/wrBmJESeORI/s1600-h/DSC00249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302120033102069538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZTqFAmH_yI/AAAAAAAAAl4/wrBmJESeORI/s200/DSC00249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZTqFmyO7tI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/86M8M-mO3Pk/s1600-h/DSC00253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302120043353403090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZTqFmyO7tI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/86M8M-mO3Pk/s200/DSC00253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZTqFwhyjdI/AAAAAAAAAmY/lzpihxIejEI/s1600-h/DSC00259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302120045968788946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZTqFwhyjdI/AAAAAAAAAmY/lzpihxIejEI/s200/DSC00259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-4250916318988243413?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/4250916318988243413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-it-means-to-click.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/4250916318988243413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/4250916318988243413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-it-means-to-click.html' title='What it means to click....'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZTqFcQN9EI/AAAAAAAAAmA/eSSSGORImhM/s72-c/DSC00251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-3356716545242589522</id><published>2009-02-12T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T07:52:57.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plants at home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZRFDV280AI/AAAAAAAAAlw/tvg73fSOyxc/s1600-h/DSC00244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301938585031462914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZRFDV280AI/AAAAAAAAAlw/tvg73fSOyxc/s400/DSC00244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZREQVtm9hI/AAAAAAAAAlo/ab5RsrjKAdQ/s1600-h/DSC00242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301937708818953746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZREQVtm9hI/AAAAAAAAAlo/ab5RsrjKAdQ/s200/DSC00242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZREQGRmDRI/AAAAAAAAAlg/NyWHnLt0i60/s1600-h/DSC00238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301937704674921746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZREQGRmDRI/AAAAAAAAAlg/NyWHnLt0i60/s200/DSC00238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZREP7OWmzI/AAAAAAAAAlY/JxXTMkAdOSo/s1600-h/DSC00237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301937701708536626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZREP7OWmzI/AAAAAAAAAlY/JxXTMkAdOSo/s200/DSC00237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZREPrcTapI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/oy0F1FFKzlQ/s1600-h/DSC00227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301937697472080530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZREPrcTapI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/oy0F1FFKzlQ/s200/DSC00227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZREPYFIrLI/AAAAAAAAAlI/6c-TQZ8vLxU/s1600-h/DSC00220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301937692274633906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZREPYFIrLI/AAAAAAAAAlI/6c-TQZ8vLxU/s200/DSC00220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-3356716545242589522?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/3356716545242589522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/02/plants-at-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/3356716545242589522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/3356716545242589522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/02/plants-at-home.html' title='Plants at home'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZRFDV280AI/AAAAAAAAAlw/tvg73fSOyxc/s72-c/DSC00244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-2284482421917938476</id><published>2009-02-10T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T08:28:11.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday's happenings (8th February, 2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now that I have my new tool, it is really very useful in helping me to capture moments in life. I think I can call my camera 'moment capturer' coz that's what it does exactly. Here's what happened last Sunday for the whole day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After church service, we went for breakfast as usual. It has been awhile that we've been having breakfast with the youth from the worship team. Here's us at 1st floor, Karamunsing having our 'pan mian'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZF6E2NZtqI/AAAAAAAAAjI/pdvHedZVUjI/s1600-h/DSC00174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301152460081575586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZF6E2NZtqI/AAAAAAAAAjI/pdvHedZVUjI/s200/DSC00174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZF6k6klMdI/AAAAAAAAAjw/zTdNE5Qy_ig/s1600-h/DSC00175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301153011008352722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZF6k6klMdI/AAAAAAAAAjw/zTdNE5Qy_ig/s200/DSC00175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZF6FO5PtHI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/zpLePLHzTF8/s1600-h/DSC00179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301152466707919986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZF6FO5PtHI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/zpLePLHzTF8/s200/DSC00179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After that, I headed to New WK Restaurant for lunch. It's the 15th STTAA (Sabah Tshung Tsin Alumni Association) Committee Installation lunch. I didn't continue my service for this new batch (2009-2010) but was invited for appreciation ceremony for serving last batch (2007-2008). Some highlights would be speech from Ex-President, Chin Tek Ming; special performance from Aaron Mak (who won the solo performance from MRSC 2008); 'lou sang' for 1st dish and taking photo with my physics teacher, Mr Hiew who is also currently the Principal of Tshung Tsin Secondary School.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZGBhXLYBxI/AAAAAAAAAj4/zQtb0fVN6G4/s1600-h/DSC00182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301160646549178130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZGBhXLYBxI/AAAAAAAAAj4/zQtb0fVN6G4/s200/DSC00182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZF6FfwsQkI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xf0eqejB-Lk/s1600-h/DSC00180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301152471235445314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZF6FfwsQkI/AAAAAAAAAjY/xf0eqejB-Lk/s200/DSC00180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZF4tOZqhOI/AAAAAAAAAig/HJGfVPQVrvU/s1600-h/DSC00187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301150954746971362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZF4tOZqhOI/AAAAAAAAAig/HJGfVPQVrvU/s200/DSC00187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZGBhn1lZII/AAAAAAAAAkA/C9XDGmoTrp0/s1600-h/DSC00192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301160651021182082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZGBhn1lZII/AAAAAAAAAkA/C9XDGmoTrp0/s200/DSC00192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZGBh4CYF7I/AAAAAAAAAkI/TzgZh4encWU/s1600-h/DSC00194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301160655369803698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZGBh4CYF7I/AAAAAAAAAkI/TzgZh4encWU/s200/DSC00194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZF4tgVt_qI/AAAAAAAAAi4/xhUxr3KQMNU/s1600-h/DSC00195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301150959562260130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZF4tgVt_qI/AAAAAAAAAi4/xhUxr3KQMNU/s200/DSC00195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZF4txqEoCI/AAAAAAAAAjA/2QPaHVZkqpY/s1600-h/DSC00198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301150964211032098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZF4txqEoCI/AAAAAAAAAjA/2QPaHVZkqpY/s200/DSC00198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZF22OoHMuI/AAAAAAAAAh4/ufnZ9QAYq18/s1600-h/DSC00200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301148910403138274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZF22OoHMuI/AAAAAAAAAh4/ufnZ9QAYq18/s200/DSC00200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZF6FgVBI2I/AAAAAAAAAjo/338Dh2B11WI/s1600-h/DSC00183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301152471387808610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZF6FgVBI2I/AAAAAAAAAjo/338Dh2B11WI/s200/DSC00183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZF22QQwUZI/AAAAAAAAAiA/5TLJWxi3iGQ/s1600-h/DSC00201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301148910842040722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZF22QQwUZI/AAAAAAAAAiA/5TLJWxi3iGQ/s200/DSC00201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZF22hRo4hI/AAAAAAAAAiI/0BLaesnnymo/s1600-h/DSC00204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301148915409150482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZF22hRo4hI/AAAAAAAAAiI/0BLaesnnymo/s200/DSC00204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the evening, we had our usual family gathering. We found out we forgot to cook rice for dinner at 7pm. So we had our dinner about 7.30pm and as usual, lots of 'cakaping' and noises. New year mood was still on, so Christable and Chloe did some lion dancing for us. Where are the older boys? All went next door for their own programmes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZF23ZnrHvI/AAAAAAAAAiY/6i9nG25GSX8/s1600-h/DSC00207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301148930533957362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZF23ZnrHvI/AAAAAAAAAiY/6i9nG25GSX8/s200/DSC00207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZF23NG-T4I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/kW1DrgUDP_o/s1600-h/DSC00206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301148927175577474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZF23NG-T4I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/kW1DrgUDP_o/s200/DSC00206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZF23NG-T4I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/kW1DrgUDP_o/s1600-h/DSC00206.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-2284482421917938476?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/2284482421917938476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/02/sundays-happenings-8th-february-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/2284482421917938476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/2284482421917938476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/02/sundays-happenings-8th-february-2009.html' title='Sunday&apos;s happenings (8th February, 2009)'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZF6E2NZtqI/AAAAAAAAAjI/pdvHedZVUjI/s72-c/DSC00174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-394740248731519358</id><published>2009-02-09T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T09:11:49.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>大家去拜年</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZBWaTR235I/AAAAAAAAAgw/sTmPo2SShUI/s1600-h/DSC00120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300831771266834322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZBWaTR235I/AAAAAAAAAgw/sTmPo2SShUI/s200/DSC00120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZBWaCV7UKI/AAAAAAAAAgo/q4QK5S5KoVE/s1600-h/DSC00119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300831766720499874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZBWaCV7UKI/AAAAAAAAAgo/q4QK5S5KoVE/s200/DSC00119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZBWa8b1eeI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Fd47RTgEwk4/s1600-h/DSC00124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300831782314539490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZBWa8b1eeI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Fd47RTgEwk4/s200/DSC00124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZBWbOXD2EI/AAAAAAAAAhI/6lqE9Nct4Ac/s1600-h/DSC00128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300831787126347842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZBWbOXD2EI/AAAAAAAAAhI/6lqE9Nct4Ac/s200/DSC00128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZBWaQof0DI/AAAAAAAAAg4/iFlTjRGcmdY/s1600-h/DSC00121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300831770556485682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZBWaQof0DI/AAAAAAAAAg4/iFlTjRGcmdY/s200/DSC00121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;新年终于过去了，算是一个平安的新年吧！在最后几天还有到亲戚朋友家去拜年。上星期六就在&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Syvelster&lt;strong&gt;和&lt;/strong&gt;Annie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;家享用午餐。不知大家有没有注意到，今年没什么看到舞狮团队。但就在他们家对面恰好碰上了。&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Isaac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;好兴奋啊！过去差不多一个礼拜他天天要我翻开报纸指给他&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tong tong chiang。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;现在终於给他看到现场表演了！&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;当晚则在我姐家拜年，我也没拍到很多画面。就只放出一些比较可爱的吧！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SZBZ2H_ZotI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/xNbWxSesn9k/s1600-h/DSC00140.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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My passion is dogs and dogs only. I am as faithful to dogs as dogs are faithful to me. So why have bunnies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I DON'T KNOW!!! May be it's really the 'kiasu' spirit in the family. My sister bought a white bunny for the kids. So I brought home two just to win them. Maybe lah. I told you, I don't know. After I brought home 2 bunnies, I found out that it's committment and hard work!!!! More difficult to take care of dogs! Somemore, they don't even like me until today. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my sister's bunny. They called it Snowy, then changed to Stinky Poo, then changed to.... ah, don't remember already... I am not sure if they have decided what to call her. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SYxkkzKiP0I/AAAAAAAAAgA/G18TauwmaxI/s1600-h/DSC00088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299721444880695106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SYxkkzKiP0I/AAAAAAAAAgA/G18TauwmaxI/s200/DSC00088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SYxonBz5isI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/jlASWjDHDYU/s1600-h/DSC00084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299725881218534082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SYxonBz5isI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/jlASWjDHDYU/s200/DSC00084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Back to my bunnies. Here's what happened. On 12th December, 2008 (Friday), I met up with Winifred and Lily for lunch at Asia City. After that, I decided to go home but detour just to have a look at those cute little bunnies. One of them caught my eye. It's a rare one. I have never seen a grey bunny before. I immediate have the urge to have him. But then I didn't want him to be lonely by itself so I decided to buy another gold/brown bunny to come home with him. To make things easier, I just named them after their colours, Kim Kim (金金) and Hui Hui (灰灰). They were about 1 month old when I bought them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's them after a week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SYxiRCPAtEI/AAAAAAAAAe4/AJB66omO2-M/s1600-h/DSC07594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299718906305360962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SYxiRCPAtEI/AAAAAAAAAe4/AJB66omO2-M/s200/DSC07594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SYxiRSb5F0I/AAAAAAAAAfA/Hir7Ou2k2U8/s1600-h/DSC07595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299718910654355266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SYxiRSb5F0I/AAAAAAAAAfA/Hir7Ou2k2U8/s200/DSC07595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SYxgBO8KqHI/AAAAAAAAAew/uAuNiPCzvaA/s1600-h/DSC07593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299716435814819954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SYxgBO8KqHI/AAAAAAAAAew/uAuNiPCzvaA/s200/DSC07593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SYxgAkyxOTI/AAAAAAAAAeo/S-nAvh-x93o/s1600-h/DSC07592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299716424501115186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SYxgAkyxOTI/AAAAAAAAAeo/S-nAvh-x93o/s200/DSC07592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SYxgAMFc6CI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/-snnNJGWyII/s1600-h/DSC07589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299716417868589090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SYxgAMFc6CI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/-snnNJGWyII/s200/DSC07589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SYxgAF0no4I/AAAAAAAAAeY/_Zh2igo6X1I/s1600-h/DSC07590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299716416187376514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SYxgAF0no4I/AAAAAAAAAeY/_Zh2igo6X1I/s200/DSC07590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SYxgAaFcTFI/AAAAAAAAAeg/-onL_NIMvE8/s1600-h/DSC07591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299716421626645586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SYxgAaFcTFI/AAAAAAAAAeg/-onL_NIMvE8/s200/DSC07591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now they are almost 3 months old (inside cage and outside cage for play time):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SYxiRmnrkfI/AAAAAAAAAfI/X-28OOsB8bw/s1600-h/DSC00055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299718916072509938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SYxiRmnrkfI/AAAAAAAAAfI/X-28OOsB8bw/s200/DSC00055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SYxiR2JLbmI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/vxfFtZiUrOc/s1600-h/DSC00103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299718920239541858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SYxiR2JLbmI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/vxfFtZiUrOc/s200/DSC00103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SYxiSG1pW_I/AAAAAAAAAfY/AEksZefUxjg/s1600-h/DSC00105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299718924721019890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SYxiSG1pW_I/AAAAAAAAAfY/AEksZefUxjg/s200/DSC00105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SYxkkM2-YDI/AAAAAAAAAfo/WSLEJ-JZmPI/s1600-h/DSC00108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299721434598105138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SYxkkM2-YDI/AAAAAAAAAfo/WSLEJ-JZmPI/s200/DSC00108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SYxkkib9l8I/AAAAAAAAAf4/KTcwRx_hAzY/s1600-h/DSC00110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299721440390387650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SYxkkib9l8I/AAAAAAAAAf4/KTcwRx_hAzY/s200/DSC00110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SYxom-tsX8I/AAAAAAAAAgI/YH5rqOClflQ/s1600-h/DSC00109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299725880387198914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SYxom-tsX8I/AAAAAAAAAgI/YH5rqOClflQ/s200/DSC00109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After complaining about the bunnies, I must admit that I do love them very much and take care of them everyday with all my heart. They are adorable though they can be quite naughty too. Just sharing for fun! Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-4068196261846835166?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/4068196261846835166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-pets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/4068196261846835166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/4068196261846835166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-pets.html' title='New pets!'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SYxkkzKiP0I/AAAAAAAAAgA/G18TauwmaxI/s72-c/DSC00088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-7080747814188556746</id><published>2009-02-06T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T20:11:50.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New toy and new tool!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All these years with technology being so advanced and ever moving forward, I consider myself not too out of date and even quite well-versed with multimedia. One of the tools I felt I most lacking is a digital camera. Without it, it's quite inconvenient and I felt handicapped, especially when I need to borrow from someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Though it's really not a huge desire for me to own one, I thought may be it is a good time this year to have a good tool for me to move forward and do more things to inspire people with it. So, out of the blue (or red???), I just walked into a shop and bought one. Thanks to a friend of mine who brought me to a Sony shop about 2 months ago and showed me his passion, photography. I was so inspired then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have a look at my new toy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SYxY32cISII/AAAAAAAAAeI/9RBdXXEI5fU/s1600-h/sony1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299708578037778562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SYxY32cISII/AAAAAAAAAeI/9RBdXXEI5fU/s320/sony1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SYxYmCF9lSI/AAAAAAAAAeA/oU8Gw6yXh_s/s1600-h/sony1.jpg"&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/102584375703980454-7080747814188556746?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/7080747814188556746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-toy-and-new-tool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/7080747814188556746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/7080747814188556746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-toy-and-new-tool.html' title='New toy and new tool!'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SYxY32cISII/AAAAAAAAAeI/9RBdXXEI5fU/s72-c/sony1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-9009655951781767639</id><published>2009-01-01T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T06:02:05.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My frist miracle in year 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just a few days before it turned 2009, I wrote a greeting on my status in facebook to greet everyone a happy new year. I thought for awhile and wrote this, 'I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="status_text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wish everyone a year of miracles in 2009! Yes, miracles will happen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On 31st December, 2008, a friend called me up for lunch. We met up in a coffee shop and we had our lunch and chatted for a couple of hours. During this time, I kept on taking out my wallet wanting to pay. Then I put back again. I couldn't remember how many times I did that. Then some church members we knew came to the same coffee shop and they offered to give us a treat. So eventually, I didn't need to pay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Only later in that evening I realised that my wallet was missing. I started to panic. I tried to calm down and made the worst assumption that I must have left it in the coffee shop. And then some 'bad' people would have found my wallet and started swapping my credit card. So I immediately called the bank to cancel my credit card. That gave me a relief instantly. Then I started to pray and casted my care to God. I kept having the thoughts that worrying is a sin. If I kept on worrying, it means I can't trust God to watch over my wallet. So I learnt to pray anyhow and told God to take care of my problem. And I talked to myself positively that anything else missing can be recovered so it's not really a big deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Honestly, I didn't worry much.  I had a good time having bbq with family and friends on that night. Then I slept until about 11am this morning. But the first thing I did after waking up was to drive to that coffee shop hoping they are open. I was glad to find out that it's open. I walked towards a Chinese lady who looks like the boss and asked politely if there was any chance they found a wallet yesterday. She immediately answered, 'I think so'. Then she asked a young man, may be her son and also the boss and he quickly went and got the wallet and handed over to me. He said he was trying all the ways to look for a contact to call me but couldn't find any phone number in my wallet. He even apologised to me for looking into my wallet. I thanked him again and again. Then the lady boss told me that luckily it was an honest worker who found it. If it was another worker, she said, then there would be no guarantee it would be still there. Thank God for honest men and women!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am thrilled and happy to have my wallet back. I immediately called my friend who had lunch with me yesterday and told him everything. Then I asked him in the end, 'Is this a miracle?' He replied, 'Oh yes, of course.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When my wallet was gone, I was very frustrated and my heart sank. I asked God why He let me have the worst day of my life on the last day of 2008. Now I know, when I found my wallet again, my joy is complete. And I know that God wants me to know this is a year of miracles. He gave me my first miracle on the first day of 2009. If you want to have a year of miracles too, then all you need to do is to BELIEVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once again, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="status_text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wish everyone a year of miracles in 2009! Yes, miracles will happen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-9009655951781767639?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/9009655951781767639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-frist-miracle-in-year-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/9009655951781767639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/9009655951781767639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-frist-miracle-in-year-2009.html' title='My frist miracle in year 2009'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-5907493261723928341</id><published>2008-11-17T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T09:01:19.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My precious afternoon nap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SSGibjsP-VI/AAAAAAAAAb0/SuIQmiE-m6g/s1600-h/Sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269671633321195858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SSGibjsP-VI/AAAAAAAAAb0/SuIQmiE-m6g/s200/Sleep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SSGibniYKuI/AAAAAAAAAbs/rCOcJ_wa1PQ/s1600-h/j0409087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269671634353531618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SSGibniYKuI/AAAAAAAAAbs/rCOcJ_wa1PQ/s200/j0409087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I had my afternoon nap. Not that I have never had one but this afternoon nap was one that I had not had like.... years??? Hmmm...it was different. It was a good one. Though I woke up again and again in that 1 hour nap, it was satisfying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have a problem with afternoon nap. In order to have a good sleep, I can't have people around and I can't have something waiting for me to do, like an unfinished task. So to conclude my sleeping experiences in the afternoon all these years, it's always making effort to sleep but with so much guilt and worries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another problem I have with sleep is that I don't like short nap. I always want to sleep long hours. Short one is just so not good. So most of the time, I rather not sleep. But sometimes, I was really tired so I made a decision to sleep, but with uneasy feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My dad thinks I sleep too much. And I do. Haha! Honestly, I do (getting up late in the morning). So I always feel guilty for sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So what's so special about this afternoon nap? Well, I had 2 tasks I planned to do today and I finished both of them with good results. And another reason, I was taking that nap at my sister's place. So, it's kinda like there's nobody to bother me. The only thing was that the kids were noisy and that's why I woke up from time to time. It was amazing how fast I fell asleep coz I have never dozed off so fast (not that I remembered).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The guilt was not there. There's no unfinished task. There's nobody. I slept well. Boy! This may sound crazy. But I felt enriched today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-5907493261723928341?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/5907493261723928341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-precious-afternoon-nap.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/5907493261723928341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/5907493261723928341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-precious-afternoon-nap.html' title='My precious afternoon nap'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SSGibjsP-VI/AAAAAAAAAb0/SuIQmiE-m6g/s72-c/Sleep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-349132614912627638</id><published>2008-09-22T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T06:55:42.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's the gorgeous baby, sugar, honey star?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SNejtuswrKI/AAAAAAAAAWI/VzA8VH-M-fw/s1600-h/n512503159_731244_6497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248843896748813474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SNejtuswrKI/AAAAAAAAAWI/VzA8VH-M-fw/s400/n512503159_731244_6497.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me! When I asked Isaac this question, he will lift up his hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Say 'happy feet' and he will start dancing on his feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Say 'number one' and he will put 1 finger up pointing in the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my little baby nephew, Isaac, definitely my gorgeous baby, sugar, honey star. I just can't keep this photo with me. I need to share. Adorable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-349132614912627638?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/349132614912627638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2008/09/whos-gorgeous-baby-sugar-honey-star.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/349132614912627638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/349132614912627638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2008/09/whos-gorgeous-baby-sugar-honey-star.html' title='Who&apos;s the gorgeous baby, sugar, honey star?'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SNejtuswrKI/AAAAAAAAAWI/VzA8VH-M-fw/s72-c/n512503159_731244_6497.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-7424763790846756004</id><published>2008-09-22T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T06:49:58.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving fine things!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love beautiful things. And this is great art. I love it! Absolutely catchy, don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SNeiXDyRcAI/AAAAAAAAAV4/2HvtjNx9WZU/s1600-h/truck6.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248842407760457730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SNeiXDyRcAI/AAAAAAAAAV4/2HvtjNx9WZU/s200/truck6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SNeiXclcKDI/AAAAAAAAAWA/a08ZkSaxvHo/s1600-h/truck7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248842414417520690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SNeiXclcKDI/AAAAAAAAAWA/a08ZkSaxvHo/s200/truck7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SNeh3-KqNVI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/YK9cm5aq9R8/s1600-h/truck1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248841873676186962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SNeh3-KqNVI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/YK9cm5aq9R8/s200/truck1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SNeh4ISWC4I/AAAAAAAAAVY/qwoTdFysk0U/s1600-h/truck2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248841876392774530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SNeh4ISWC4I/AAAAAAAAAVY/qwoTdFysk0U/s200/truck2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SNeh4nh4pWI/AAAAAAAAAVg/h5RzFKSkQvk/s1600-h/truck3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248841884779455842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SNeh4nh4pWI/AAAAAAAAAVg/h5RzFKSkQvk/s200/truck3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SNeh42_rjWI/AAAAAAAAAVo/uO1R00HkhPs/s1600-h/truck4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248841888930958690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SNeh42_rjWI/AAAAAAAAAVo/uO1R00HkhPs/s200/truck4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SNeh5K27tUI/AAAAAAAAAVw/cHrvWFjMJvQ/s1600-h/truck5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248841894262977858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SNeh5K27tUI/AAAAAAAAAVw/cHrvWFjMJvQ/s200/truck5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-7424763790846756004?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/7424763790846756004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2008/09/loving-fine-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/7424763790846756004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/7424763790846756004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2008/09/loving-fine-things.html' title='Loving fine things!'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SNeiXDyRcAI/AAAAAAAAAV4/2HvtjNx9WZU/s72-c/truck6.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-7352422676549352127</id><published>2008-09-22T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T06:58:43.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession time - Prayer no longer appeals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SNef7pOdHtI/AAAAAAAAAVI/LM-gLJAZvK0/s1600-h/angels-at-prayer-JJWeb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248839737751183058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SNef7pOdHtI/AAAAAAAAAVI/LM-gLJAZvK0/s200/angels-at-prayer-JJWeb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I pray. But don't enjoy it all the time. I pray. But not often. Prayer is no longer appealing to me at this time. But I know I need to pray. Prayer is my only hope right now. It's more important than anything when I am in trouble. And I am in trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In my career, this is a challenging season. As the capital market continue to go down, so is my heart. I am not afraid of the market going down. In fact, any time is a good time to invest into the market. But it's all hard work going out to see clients. They don't think the same way. I am out to educate them. But when I gather too many rejection samples, my heart become heavier. It's harder and harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What should I do? I really hesitated to see clients. But I forced myself to make the next call. Here's a client who was finally willing to have lunch with me. During our lunch, she began to talk about how she prayed and committed everything to the Lord during difficult times. God answered her prayer through and through. She really uplifted and encouraged me. At the end of the lunch, I not only closed the sales but also gained my confidence and hope back. I walked out of my client's office as a new person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God just answered my prayer. He is good and faithful. So to all my challenges ahead, I will face them with much prayers. Prayer is my answer and my weapon. In season or out of season, I have to pray. I may not always enjoy it. But I know as I pray, I will receive and enjoy good result. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are some scriptures on which to reflect on prayer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Prayer is more than a suggestion - it is a command.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Luke 18:1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then Jesus told His disciples a parable to show them that they should always pray and not give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. It is to be perpetual, not merely occasional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psalm 105:4 Look to the Lord and His strength; seek His face always.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Asking and receiving give impetus and joy to prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;John 16:24 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Until now you have not asked for anything in My name. Ask and you will receive, and your joy will be complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Prayer is to be offered at all times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ephesians 6:18 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests. With this in mind, be alert and always keep on praying for all the saints.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. It is the first thing we ought to do when in trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;James 5:13 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is any one of you in trouble? He should pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. Prayer is to be offered for all people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 Timothy 2:1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I urge, then, first of all, that requests, prayers, intercession and thanksgiving be made for everyone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. Hope dies when we lose contact with God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Psalm 42:5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise Him, my Saviour and my God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. An example to follow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Psalm 142:1-2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I cry aloud to the Lord; I lift up my voice to the Lord for mercy. I pour out my complaint before Him; before Him I tell my trouble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-7352422676549352127?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/7352422676549352127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2008/09/confession-time-prayer-no-longer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/7352422676549352127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/7352422676549352127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2008/09/confession-time-prayer-no-longer.html' title='Confession time - Prayer no longer appeals'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SNef7pOdHtI/AAAAAAAAAVI/LM-gLJAZvK0/s72-c/angels-at-prayer-JJWeb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-4987251761896635220</id><published>2008-09-13T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T08:49:08.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My eighth song - 仰首 (Lifting up my head)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The desire of my heart is to write heart songs. And it is actually one of my desires to write Chinese song. I have always wanted to do that but just don't know how to start. Although I am not a professional songwriter, I have a principle to follow. Never write for the sake of writing or just trying to deliver. When I sat down a few weeks ago, I thought to myself. What should I write? Then an idea came in. The first song I have written is called 'The Lifter of my Head'. So, what if I write a Chinese song about the Lifter of my head? Not the same song but with similar meaning and more Chinese texture in it. I am glad to say that God is generous in giving me His creativity through the Holy Spirit. I have finally written my first Chinese gospel song. It's called &lt;strong&gt;仰首&lt;/strong&gt;. It means lifing up the head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;仰首&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在创造宇宙前，祢看见我&lt;br /&gt;在母腹怀胎中，祢认识我&lt;br /&gt;祢对我怀的意念，是赐平安&lt;br /&gt;祢用祢的笑脸，帮助我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在伤痛绝望时，祢拥抱我&lt;br /&gt;在孤独黑暗中，祢引领我&lt;br /&gt;祢对我怀的思念，众多如星&lt;br /&gt;祢用祢的容脸，满足我心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我仰望祢，抬起头见祢荣光&lt;br /&gt;我倚靠祢，举起手领祢力量&lt;br /&gt;我赞美祢，唱首歌颂祢至上&lt;br /&gt;祢是叫我抬起头的神&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bridge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;祢让我能抬起头&lt;br /&gt;祢给我理由仰首&lt;br /&gt;祢是叫我抬起头的神&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-4987251761896635220?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/4987251761896635220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-eighth-song-lifting-up-my-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/4987251761896635220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/4987251761896635220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-eighth-song-lifting-up-my-head.html' title='My eighth song - 仰首 (Lifting up my head)'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-3724152065356244771</id><published>2008-07-28T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:09:50.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My seventh song - Holy Spirit, Show me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SI2G4wDt8LI/AAAAAAAAAVA/3lEkKVVTJN0/s1600-h/HolySpirit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227983051978305714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SI2G4wDt8LI/AAAAAAAAAVA/3lEkKVVTJN0/s400/HolySpirit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was so inspired by the message spoken by Pastor Dora Siu from Brisbane, Australia yesterday in church. In fact, I went back to church to listen to her preaching another 2 times from other services.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Faith came by hearing the Word of God. I suddenly have the faith to trust God for healing for my right ear. I know for sure now God is for me. And I learnt so much about who I am in Christ and the power of the Holy Spirit. I really felt I am beginning to understand more and more about the Holy Spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Strangely, before this, I was doubting, driven and tossed by the wind. But somehow, like Pastor Dora said, our spirits know us best. I wrote a song just one day before I heard the impactful message. I was listening to a song called 'Holy Spirit' and suddenly I felt like I have a song coming. I wrote the song and it's called, 'Holy Spirit, show me'. This song is a prayer to ask the Holy Spirit to show me Who Jesus is, Who God is and who I am. This song is a cry to the Holy Spirit for deeper intimacy. This song asks for my spiritual eyes to be opened. Strange but not surprising that the Holy Spirit was preparing me to receive His special gift of revelation the next day. This is really like a confirmation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can only thank Him by singing this song every day as my prayer. A powerful prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holy Spirit, show me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to know You more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I long to come and seek Your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lord, You're my desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My heart will always search for You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pre-chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is what I pray that You send Your Word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Open up my eyes that I may see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Holy Spirit come, come and be my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Holy Spirit come, come and show me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Show me Who Jesus is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Show me how big my God is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Show me how You thought of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before You formed the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-3724152065356244771?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/3724152065356244771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-seventh-song-holy-spirit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/3724152065356244771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/3724152065356244771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-seventh-song-holy-spirit.html' title='My seventh song - Holy Spirit, Show me'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SI2G4wDt8LI/AAAAAAAAAVA/3lEkKVVTJN0/s72-c/HolySpirit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-3732639552406007629</id><published>2008-07-28T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:09:50.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My sixth song - Psalm 103</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SI1-L_GH9gI/AAAAAAAAAUw/dXqPLGAW0G8/s1600-h/1829359955_9570976a06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227973486827795970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SI1-L_GH9gI/AAAAAAAAAUw/dXqPLGAW0G8/s320/1829359955_9570976a06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SI1-MPOGLzI/AAAAAAAAAU4/rRUF32Bi-i8/s1600-h/psalm103txt.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227973491156201266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SI1-MPOGLzI/AAAAAAAAAU4/rRUF32Bi-i8/s320/psalm103txt.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wrote my 6th song in a Saturday afternoon in May. I was an hour early for the normal worship team practice. No one was there yet. I took a Bible from the church and turned to Psalm 103. I started playing with the keyboard and a song came forth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Psalms often comfort me. Particularly Psalm 103 is a song that encourages me to speak to my soul to praise Him. I don't know about you, but I don't always feel like praising God. Not all the time. But God is worthy for us to praise because His love lasts forever. Therefore we should praise Him forever and ever! When I sing this song, I give myself reasons why I need to praise the Lord. Another great thing about this song is that it helps me to remember God's Word. The lyrics include verses 1, 2, 8, 11-13, 17.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 103&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Praise the Lord, O my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All my being, praise His holy name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Praise the Lord, O my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't forget how kind is our Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pre-chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our Lord is merciful and gracious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Slow to anger and full of constant love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;His love lasts forver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And His goodness endures for all generations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As high as the sky is above the earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So great is His love for those who honour Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As far as the east is from the west&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So far does He remove our sins from us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As the Father is kind to His children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So the Lord is kind to those who honour Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-3732639552406007629?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/3732639552406007629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-sixth-song-psalm-103.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/3732639552406007629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/3732639552406007629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-sixth-song-psalm-103.html' title='My sixth song - Psalm 103'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SI1-L_GH9gI/AAAAAAAAAUw/dXqPLGAW0G8/s72-c/1829359955_9570976a06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-2077039654656906935</id><published>2008-07-25T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:09:53.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Face painting at Matthew Heron's birthday party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Matthew Heron is 1! We had his birthday party last Monday. What a joy to celebrate life with this handsome boy. He's so adorable! Though he didn't get his face painted, I'm sure he enjoyed himself and most of his little friends at the party too enjoyed the food, the fun, the balloons and the birthday cake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SI1O5AI4EPI/AAAAAAAAATY/8fZYDRsybSs/s1600-h/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227921483643752690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SI1O5AI4EPI/AAAAAAAAATY/8fZYDRsybSs/s200/family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SI1OXQQZ4aI/AAAAAAAAASo/R9l4ANGXezg/s1600-h/bday+boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227920903854743970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SI1OXQQZ4aI/AAAAAAAAASo/R9l4ANGXezg/s200/bday+boy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was glad that Wini asked me to paint faces again after not doing it for awhile. And so glad that Audrey Chiew helped to take these pictures. Here are all the beautiful faces (some hands too)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SI1RLPu_IMI/AAAAAAAAATw/IggVIUkVt1g/s1600-h/boy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227923996091031746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SI1RLPu_IMI/AAAAAAAAATw/IggVIUkVt1g/s200/boy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SI1O4_06mOI/AAAAAAAAATQ/LIhdBvKYmhU/s1600-h/daryl.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227921483560032482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SI1O4_06mOI/AAAAAAAAATQ/LIhdBvKYmhU/s200/daryl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SI1OX-n6NQI/AAAAAAAAATA/JgrZa1BjjPw/s1600-h/christabel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227920916301362434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SI1OX-n6NQI/AAAAAAAAATA/JgrZa1BjjPw/s200/christabel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SI1OXlGEReI/AAAAAAAAAS4/GpIwatnfY4o/s1600-h/chloe1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227920909448529378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SI1OXlGEReI/AAAAAAAAAS4/GpIwatnfY4o/s200/chloe1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SI1OXK3iRZI/AAAAAAAAASg/b7Qi7mp22rg/s1600-h/arm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227920902408258962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SI1OXK3iRZI/AAAAAAAAASg/b7Qi7mp22rg/s200/arm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227921482695556434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SI1O48mzvVI/AAAAAAAAATI/-NNDzbRghSQ/s200/daniel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I must also mention that Sophia also helped along with face painting. She's also really good at it! Below are the beautiful faces she painted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SI1V_jzHhsI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/1wV-zBiTKP8/s1600-h/sophia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227929292876777154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SI1V_jzHhsI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/1wV-zBiTKP8/s200/sophia1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SI1RuM_NOYI/AAAAAAAAAT4/iSKN_8lBz6Y/s1600-h/tiffany+gal.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227924596649179522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SI1RuM_NOYI/AAAAAAAAAT4/iSKN_8lBz6Y/s200/tiffany+gal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/102584375703980454-2077039654656906935?l=deborahdianetai.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/feeds/2077039654656906935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2008/07/face-painting-at-matthew-herons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/2077039654656906935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/102584375703980454/posts/default/2077039654656906935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahdianetai.blogspot.com/2008/07/face-painting-at-matthew-herons.html' title='Face painting at Matthew Heron&apos;s birthday party'/><author><name>debz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08069950643666262657</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gBTGf-eoE7A/TeSGNC5ZzJI/AAAAAAAABAI/S6olI967ZrM/s220/debz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SI1O5AI4EPI/AAAAAAAAATY/8fZYDRsybSs/s72-c/family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102584375703980454.post-7068333281951130818</id><published>2008-07-25T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T04:09:53.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>China 5.12 Earthquake Strips by Coco Wang (Strip 8)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Strip 8: The Last Lesson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EL08sjI7Tfk/SInbquVCRMI/AAAAAAAAARg/Uhgpmwr85-8/s1600-h/china_8_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226950369577419970" style="FLOAT: left; 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