<?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-12755915</id><updated>2012-01-26T00:21:19.769+08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='I&apos;m still alive'/><category term='doesn&apos;t it?'/><category term='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><category term='Emotions'/><category term='Beliefs'/><category term='Mommie&apos;s Got a Website'/><category term='Happy Valentine'/><category term='Rants and Raves'/><category term='Brings a smile'/><category term='Holiday in HK'/><category term='Praise the Lord'/><category term='Events / Eulogy'/><category term='Fun Stuff'/><category term='Half Baked Stuff'/><category term='Pictures from Holiday'/><category term='&quot;Current Affairs&quot;'/><category term='Events'/><category term='Movies'/><title type='text'>((((...Ripples))))</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>221</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-784396227880702207</id><published>2012-01-25T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T00:21:19.784+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Praise the Lord'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>How do you</title><content type='html'>Soar like an eagle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No seriously, have you ever given it a serious thought/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a Christian song, where we could rise and soar on eagle's wings, the lyrics based on a verse in Isaiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was watching National Geographic Channel where scientist were researching on how eagles fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is generally accepted that eagles fly most elegantly, one never really sees an eagle fluttering through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather, they glide, and when they glide in a rising air current, it's known as... soaring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we are assured that in Him, we could rise and soar on eagle's wings, it's because of a warm air current lifting us to great heights... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; we don't even have to break out a sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-784396227880702207?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/784396227880702207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/784396227880702207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2012/01/how-do-you.html' title='How do you'/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-6083472398396002218</id><published>2012-01-10T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T00:56:24.247+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Thank you Lord</title><content type='html'>For giving me&lt;br /&gt;TWO amazing daughters&lt;br /&gt;Talented, &lt;br /&gt;Smart,&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive,&lt;br /&gt;Understanding,&lt;br /&gt;Caring, to a fault...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord..&lt;br /&gt;I am really really blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-6083472398396002218?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/6083472398396002218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/6083472398396002218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2012/01/thank-you-lord.html' title='Thank you Lord'/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-4521697731223359949</id><published>2012-01-05T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T23:54:08.600+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events / Eulogy'/><title type='text'>We have had</title><content type='html'>quite a few mishaps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runaways &amp; relapses,&lt;br /&gt;Drowners &amp; burners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We strive on to&lt;br /&gt;assist those who want to be helped&lt;br /&gt;encourage those who need a little nudge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated with some little progress&lt;br /&gt;Brimmed with pride for those who moved forward...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is most heartbreaking &lt;br /&gt;to hear one of the fighters,&lt;br /&gt;strugglers,&lt;br /&gt;who had been doing well&lt;br /&gt;working so hard&lt;br /&gt;to eek out a living&lt;br /&gt;died whilst he was working... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know him well, &lt;br /&gt;only that he managed to keep&lt;br /&gt;his job for the last 4 years,&lt;br /&gt;and the supervisors said&lt;br /&gt;he was a great conscientious worker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a warped way, &lt;br /&gt;it was good you left&lt;br /&gt;the way you did...&lt;br /&gt;no senility&lt;br /&gt;breaking down of an aging body...&lt;br /&gt;but go &lt;br /&gt;when the going was still good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your recovery was admirable&lt;br /&gt;there was barely any&lt;br /&gt;rants and raves&lt;br /&gt;like others in similar shoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear sir&lt;br /&gt;you earned the stars&lt;br /&gt;there are no more&lt;br /&gt;taunts, struggles&lt;br /&gt;highs, lows...&lt;br /&gt;now rest, in peace, finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-4521697731223359949?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/4521697731223359949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/4521697731223359949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2012/01/we-have-had.html' title='We have had'/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-8813315696356512396</id><published>2012-01-03T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T23:30:12.849+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>My Prayer for 2012</title><content type='html'>Oh, that You would&lt;br /&gt;Bless me&lt;br /&gt;Indeed,&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;br /&gt;ENLARGE my territory&lt;br /&gt;that Your Hand&lt;br /&gt;would be&lt;br /&gt;with me, and that&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;would keep me &lt;br /&gt;from evil&lt;br /&gt;that &lt;br /&gt;I may not&lt;br /&gt;cause pain.&lt;br /&gt;(1 Chronicles 4, v 9 - 10)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-8813315696356512396?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/8813315696356512396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/8813315696356512396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-prayer-for-2012.html' title='My Prayer for 2012'/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-6058180868327991658</id><published>2012-01-02T04:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T05:11:36.251+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Six Needs in 2012</title><content type='html'>The following is an excerpt from &lt;br /&gt;Day Spring Devotions&lt;br /&gt;I don't follow it enough&lt;br /&gt;But what I quoted below&lt;br /&gt;is, as always, just as relevant&lt;br /&gt;for me, as I ponder &lt;br /&gt;What is in store in 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you do need to know about the future is &lt;br /&gt;not what is ahead of you, but &lt;br /&gt;Who is ahead of you. &lt;br /&gt;It is the Lord who goes before you, &lt;br /&gt;is ahead of you, &lt;br /&gt;and is preparing the way for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your future is in His sure, strong, caring hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you pass through the door of 2011 &lt;br /&gt;and enter the door of 2012, &lt;br /&gt;here are six of the needs you are certain to have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There will be the need for prayer&lt;br /&gt;2. There will be the need to trust&lt;br /&gt;3. There will be the need to obey&lt;br /&gt;4. There will be the need to forgive&lt;br /&gt;5. There will be the need to be faithful&lt;br /&gt;6. There will be the need for Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Courtesy from Roy Lessin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds like...&lt;br /&gt;'duuuuhhhh'.. but to me,&lt;br /&gt;it's an important reminder&lt;br /&gt;and not reflective of a NEEDY person..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-6058180868327991658?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/6058180868327991658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/6058180868327991658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2012/01/six-needs-in-2012.html' title='Six Needs in 2012'/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-5504405253782177304</id><published>2012-01-02T01:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T02:21:19.576+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>We said</title><content type='html'>Goodbye to 2011 and&lt;br /&gt;Ushered in 2012 last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's age... &lt;br /&gt;But I didn't have as much&lt;br /&gt;Enthusiasm as hoped...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back to last year, &lt;br /&gt;there was much anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;I was literally embracing&lt;br /&gt;the arrival of 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, now that 2011&lt;br /&gt;has been and gone, &lt;br /&gt;and one is looking at 2012&lt;br /&gt;I can't say I was in &lt;br /&gt;much of an anticipatory mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong&lt;br /&gt;I love my work more and more&lt;br /&gt;by the day and &lt;br /&gt;really look forward to&lt;br /&gt;going to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girls are doing great&lt;br /&gt;in their respective areas &lt;br /&gt;furthering their studies&lt;br /&gt;living their lives well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do I have &lt;br /&gt;an unrest in me?&lt;br /&gt;Not foreboding&lt;br /&gt;but there seems to be a &lt;br /&gt;Struggle &lt;br /&gt;for contentment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing to be concerned about &lt;br /&gt;For what the Lord has started&lt;br /&gt;He will have equipped&lt;br /&gt;and provided&lt;br /&gt;So press on in faith&lt;br /&gt;Walk in the Path He has &lt;br /&gt;carved out for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go, for the Lord goes with you&lt;br /&gt;He will never leave you &lt;br /&gt;Nor forsake you&lt;br /&gt;Even until the ends of the earth (Matthew28v20)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-5504405253782177304?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/5504405253782177304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/5504405253782177304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2012/01/we-said.html' title='We said'/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-1686598540554847802</id><published>2011-12-22T02:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T02:08:41.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regarding a query I posed concerning intelligence of some govt employees..</title><content type='html'>I kid u not- this actually happened last month... And the conversation went something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Civilian: I'm here to report someone missing. &lt;br /&gt;Police: who is this person?&lt;br /&gt;Civilian: He's a vagrant but has been asked to stay at a centre by the court. Now he's missing..&lt;br /&gt;Police: oh I see.. So this vagrant.. What's his home address??&lt;br /&gt;Civilian: ?? He's a vagrant??&lt;br /&gt;Police: oh errr yeah, so errr he lives on de street?&lt;br /&gt;Civilian: yes, until recently. He's been in our centre for some time. &lt;br /&gt;Police: errr ok.. Hmmm so this vagrant, what is his occupation??&lt;br /&gt;Civilian: ....... 😲😲😲😲 !!!! &lt;br /&gt;(tries v hard not to say - bumming ard on d street??!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We r to entrust them our lives?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-1686598540554847802?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/1686598540554847802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/1686598540554847802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2011/12/regarding-query-i-posed-concerning.html' title='Regarding a query I posed concerning intelligence of some govt employees..'/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-7019472441641809357</id><published>2011-12-21T02:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T02:14:41.699+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I give up!!!</title><content type='html'>Tried to locate some of the links I shared / posted &lt;br /&gt;Just because they were cute, &lt;br /&gt;and I just about died trying to do that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technology - love it, hate it...&lt;br /&gt;It's here, so we have to live with it and &lt;br /&gt;make the best out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just hope I can find the link,  &lt;br /&gt;some music triggered the memory...&lt;br /&gt;wish there was a drop box or whatever&lt;br /&gt;where I can collect all these links and videos I liked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-7019472441641809357?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/7019472441641809357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/7019472441641809357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-give-up.html' title='I give up!!!'/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-322422754157588576</id><published>2011-12-21T02:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T02:10:41.166+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>T'is he Time of the Year</title><content type='html'>Well... It's Christmas once again.&lt;br /&gt;Are the years getting shorter?&lt;br /&gt;Or time flying by faster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 seemed to have zoomed by really quickly&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, staring and wondering&lt;br /&gt;Where the past 12 months went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is wherever it went&lt;br /&gt;God had led the way throughout...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-322422754157588576?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/322422754157588576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/322422754157588576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2011/12/tis-he-time-of-year.html' title='T&apos;is he Time of the Year'/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-1218878855660567407</id><published>2011-10-24T01:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T01:59:39.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A wedding</title><content type='html'>Can bring out&lt;br /&gt;So many memories &amp; emotions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On listening to&lt;br /&gt;The speech from &lt;br /&gt;The bride's father this evening, &lt;br /&gt;Where his fatherly love&lt;br /&gt;Was displayed most evidently&lt;br /&gt;My daughter asked&lt;br /&gt;What I would say&lt;br /&gt;On her wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought hard and&lt;br /&gt;Answered,&lt;br /&gt;"She was my first born.."&lt;br /&gt;And started crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now&lt;br /&gt;I still couldn't understand &lt;br /&gt;Why I cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I wrote these lines&lt;br /&gt;My eyes were wet again....&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what I would say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-1218878855660567407?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/1218878855660567407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/1218878855660567407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/wedding.html' title='A wedding'/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-212124366185481029</id><published>2011-10-24T01:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T01:20:09.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last straw</title><content type='html'>Came when she grabbed&lt;br /&gt;His arm n asked &lt;br /&gt;If he was having another&lt;br /&gt;Family in Beijing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her son had stopped &lt;br /&gt;Answering her calls&lt;br /&gt;Even preferring to stay out&lt;br /&gt;Till midnight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'd become rude to her&lt;br /&gt;Can't blame him really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try getting about&lt;br /&gt;300 calls a day &lt;br /&gt;&amp; see how many days&lt;br /&gt;You can last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lasted about 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also called her husband&lt;br /&gt;Except he's in Beijing&lt;br /&gt;N so raked up a phone bill &lt;br /&gt;That is 4-figured...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had lost major&lt;br /&gt;Rational judgment&lt;br /&gt;Although she hid that v well&lt;br /&gt;Thus no one detected,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So w a heavy heart&lt;br /&gt;I accompanied her husband &lt;br /&gt;&amp; brought her to the hospital &lt;br /&gt;In order to get her treated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For adjustment disorder &lt;br /&gt;Anxiety and depression. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon&lt;br /&gt;I'll help you hold the forte&lt;br /&gt;Till you are ready&lt;br /&gt;To come out....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-212124366185481029?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/212124366185481029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/212124366185481029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/last-straw.html' title='The last straw'/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-1131159479060453716</id><published>2011-10-11T01:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T01:08:59.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A family break</title><content type='html'>Was what I decided on &lt;br /&gt;as a way to celebrate my birth, &lt;br /&gt;an 'uneventful occurrence' &lt;br /&gt;some decades ago. &lt;br /&gt;So off we went &lt;br /&gt;to a Thai island by name of&lt;br /&gt;Krabi, famed for &lt;br /&gt;the sun, the sea&lt;br /&gt;the beach n yes the corals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of the Thai greeting&lt;br /&gt;"sawadika" that welcomed us, &lt;br /&gt;what we received was&lt;br /&gt;'showerdecrap' as it bucketed down. &lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I am corny....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the few days we were there, &lt;br /&gt;the sun made &lt;br /&gt;a guest appearance for a few hrs &lt;br /&gt;on my birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, we had some &lt;br /&gt;Decent family time,&lt;br /&gt;N snorkeling&lt;br /&gt;N horseback riding&lt;br /&gt;N elephant trekking &lt;br /&gt;All w some stories to tell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I would not trade &lt;br /&gt;the trip w my family&lt;br /&gt;No matter the cost... &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;thanks dears, I loved it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-1131159479060453716?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/1131159479060453716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/1131159479060453716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/family-break.html' title='A family break'/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-3874280192895427848</id><published>2011-10-11T00:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T00:49:15.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragile</title><content type='html'>Is the life that we live&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not we have&lt;br /&gt;Taken good care of it&lt;br /&gt;Or watched it slip us by,&lt;br /&gt;Or lived it to the full&lt;br /&gt;Or filled it with empty dreams &amp; lies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need incidentals&lt;br /&gt;And accidentals &lt;br /&gt;To slap us back to reality&lt;br /&gt;To stun us into &lt;br /&gt;A freeze frame.... and&lt;br /&gt;Take stock.... And&lt;br /&gt;Put things into perspective &lt;br /&gt;Once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just heard how close I was&lt;br /&gt;To losing my uncle&lt;br /&gt;How he faced &lt;br /&gt;The demon of diseases&lt;br /&gt;Without so much as a mutter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, his family was there&lt;br /&gt;Wife n children&lt;br /&gt;He was not in want&lt;br /&gt;For support&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to realize that we had&lt;br /&gt;Even dined together &lt;br /&gt;Only a day after he was discharged&lt;br /&gt;Was, eerily unsettling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I send out prayer request &lt;br /&gt;Faster than I blink,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sought for help&lt;br /&gt;Before the slightest &lt;br /&gt;Of aches n pains&lt;br /&gt;Crippled me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this revelation humbled me&lt;br /&gt;And put things into perspective -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There r problems and &lt;br /&gt;there are PROBLEMS&lt;br /&gt;Deal with it, &lt;br /&gt;Observe the outcome&lt;br /&gt;Move on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle, yr courage &amp; strength&lt;br /&gt;Shone through in the&lt;br /&gt;Understated way you handled&lt;br /&gt;Your illness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may not share the same beliefs&lt;br /&gt;But you inspired me. &lt;br /&gt;I thank God there is time&lt;br /&gt;To learn more from you still. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reminding me&lt;br /&gt;Life is fragile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-3874280192895427848?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/3874280192895427848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/3874280192895427848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2011/10/fragile.html' title='Fragile'/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-4549700226231625437</id><published>2011-08-05T13:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T13:39:45.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A dear friend</title><content type='html'>Just informed me he is &lt;br /&gt;going back to India. &lt;br /&gt;A great loss for the company, &lt;br /&gt;n a great shame as &lt;br /&gt;there's nothing one can do&lt;br /&gt;to 'fix it'... &lt;br /&gt;I thank God for this brother,&lt;br /&gt;For his faithfulness in serving,&lt;br /&gt;His love for God&lt;br /&gt;And his love for his loved ones...&lt;br /&gt;Bless u brother... Go n may yr&lt;br /&gt;Stint here was fruitful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-4549700226231625437?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/4549700226231625437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/4549700226231625437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2011/08/dear-friend.html' title='A dear friend'/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-7522368457687036320</id><published>2011-07-26T13:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T13:57:47.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>朋友</title><content type='html'>一生可以有多少個真係話得係朋友嘅人？&lt;br /&gt;但係我要親自送一個好友入醫院睇精神科醫生，咁就第一次。好辛苦，好痛苦。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-7522368457687036320?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/7522368457687036320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/7522368457687036320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title='朋友'/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-7730259236675293760</id><published>2011-06-19T10:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T10:44:58.660+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day</title><content type='html'>May we take this opportunity&lt;div&gt;To thank the fathers out there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the love you give&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; the stability you provide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the family with your presence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommies are often thought of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but Daddies, for some reasons,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;less so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here is a day when you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fathers out there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take centre stage...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not forgetting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Father in Heaven...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-7730259236675293760?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/7730259236675293760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/7730259236675293760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-7175167177578924563</id><published>2011-06-19T10:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T10:38:01.632+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Praise the Lord'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, the issues have been dealt with &lt;div&gt;In a different way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Problems are still there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray for miracles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They happened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But not in as dramatic a way &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I believed to be possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm putting Him in a box...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I will praise Him &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For He did provide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Lord...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-7175167177578924563?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/7175167177578924563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/7175167177578924563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-issues-have-been-dealt-with-in.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-9148970567302938193</id><published>2011-04-27T02:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T02:35:04.986+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>When?</title><content type='html'>This sounds melodramatic at worst &lt;div&gt;Hypochondriac at best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I fear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very slowly &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am slipping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Into&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm allowing myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be consumed with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;computer games&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rather than&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Facing the problems &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Squarely....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what to do anymore...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The amount that is needed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just kept increasing..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When is it going to be enough?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When is it going to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop being a problem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do I praise the Lord &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In these kind of situation?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; Call Him &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God of My Provision?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-9148970567302938193?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/9148970567302938193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/9148970567302938193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2011/04/when.html' title='When?'/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-6197013058023335105</id><published>2011-04-26T17:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T02:37:40.404+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I wish I can do more...</title><content type='html'>He was individualistic&lt;br /&gt;An obvious patriach&lt;br /&gt;W the family at his&lt;br /&gt;Beck and call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refusing to speak in&lt;br /&gt;Any other languages&lt;br /&gt;They usually look for&lt;br /&gt;mandarin speaking staff to&lt;br /&gt;Help translate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if he said no, it's a NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until one day....&lt;br /&gt;He heard me talking to&lt;br /&gt;His neighbour in Cantonese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intrigued, he started asking&lt;br /&gt;Questions....&lt;br /&gt;N the friendship began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He became more agreeable,&lt;br /&gt;The family would come to me.&lt;br /&gt;For update, for support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In turn, I would guide them&lt;br /&gt;To the right source for info&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; provide the support&lt;br /&gt;The best I can&lt;br /&gt;To the patient,&lt;br /&gt;To the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... I found out that&lt;br /&gt;He hadn't eaten properly&lt;br /&gt;Since my last day there....&lt;br /&gt;But finished the porridge&lt;br /&gt;On the day I went by to visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He slept&lt;br /&gt;most of the time&lt;br /&gt;But tried to sit up&lt;br /&gt;N chat w me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I really manage&lt;br /&gt;To encourage him so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I done more harm&lt;br /&gt;Than good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did he start to rely on&lt;br /&gt;A relative stranger&lt;br /&gt;For his survival??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray his will to live continues&lt;br /&gt;That the next time I visit,&lt;br /&gt;He'd he healthier.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-6197013058023335105?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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person.&lt;br /&gt;In all aspects of relationships&lt;br /&gt;Professionally n personally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, it's a habit of mine &lt;br /&gt;To make people feel comfortable...&lt;br /&gt;Whether as a nurse or as a HR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to become a friend&lt;br /&gt;Purely because he likes&lt;br /&gt;To speak to me in Cantonese&lt;br /&gt;That's a strange kind of&lt;br /&gt;Connection. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-3446110537087858985?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/3446110537087858985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/3446110537087858985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2011/04/connection.html' title='Connection'/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-267503066925683294</id><published>2011-04-15T01:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T02:33:53.652+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brings a smile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To Lead&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is to go before or go with, to show the way... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And one cannot lead well if one does not 'go before' or 'go with'...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or unable to show the way in a clear manner...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Inspire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is to fill with an animating, quickening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or exalting influence...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One has to somehow believe and love what they are doing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In order to inspire others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are some who inspires but cannot lead,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there are those who can lead, but not really inspire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When a person can lead and inspire others...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The passion  / vision is then caught&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the fire passed on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so proud of you, baby no. 1....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are truly an inspirational leader&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May the children remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This SYF process and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Draw from the experience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For whatever they face in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they, in turn,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will pass the passion / fire on...&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-267503066925683294?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/267503066925683294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/267503066925683294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2011/04/to-lead-is-to-go-before-or-go-with-to.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-4202659682906207979</id><published>2011-04-03T01:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T02:40:09.869+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Poetry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;I used to think that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;one must be so accomplished in literature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;or at least the language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;in which one writes poems &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;before venturing to make a total fool of oneself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;calling one's work... poetry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poetry does bring out the beauty of the language, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it also brings out the beauty of the heart of the author..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love this quote..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;‎"Poetry can startle you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;awaken you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;make you fall in love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;take your breath away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;When those words sink in, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;you'll never look at your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;or your journey the same way again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;— Maria Shriver&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/12755915-4202659682906207979?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/4202659682906207979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/4202659682906207979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-used-to-think-that-one-must-be-so.html' title='Poetry'/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-5441958568847462524</id><published>2011-03-18T18:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T18:41:14.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Limit</title><content type='html'>When a woman walks down the aisle &lt;br /&gt;to her awaiting, beaming husband-to-be, &lt;br /&gt;has she considered the vow &lt;br /&gt;she was about to make?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, as the man eyes &lt;br /&gt;The fair maiden coming towards him,&lt;br /&gt;Has he wondered if he could &lt;br /&gt;Keep the vow declared before God n men?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For better, for worse,&lt;br /&gt;For richer, for poorer,&lt;br /&gt;In sickness n in health....&lt;br /&gt;Do we know what we r &lt;br /&gt;Getting ourselves into?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, in sickness,&lt;br /&gt;We r worse rather than better,&lt;br /&gt;N definitely get poorer too...&lt;br /&gt;Hardly anyone is sweetie pie and&lt;br /&gt;Sugar n spice when one is sick....&lt;br /&gt;And all these promises r tested out&lt;br /&gt;At the same time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we really stick it out??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the limit?  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-5441958568847462524?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/5441958568847462524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/5441958568847462524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2011/03/limit.html' title='The Limit'/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-327777747014850496</id><published>2011-02-23T02:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T02:59:40.332+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events / Eulogy'/><title type='text'>Rest in Peace, Fish Bone</title><content type='html'>The irony of blogging &lt;div&gt;about Fish Bone, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the whiny fur ball that went&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;missing over the weekend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was that this evening, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;less than 48 hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after we found him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and took him home....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he fell 11 storey down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and died in our arms as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we cabbed it to the 24 hour &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;emergency veterinary hospital...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With a heavy heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we brought him home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and laid him to rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at a place where he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;could see the birds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and chew on the grass...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;N.E.V.E.R. T.A.K.E. L.I.F.E. F.O.R. G.R.A.N.T.E.D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good bye Bone Bone... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you had much fun &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in our company as &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we did in yours...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We miss you....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rest in Peace, baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-327777747014850496?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/327777747014850496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/327777747014850496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/rest-in-peace-fish-bone.html' title='Rest in Peace, Fish Bone'/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-1284435162740055472</id><published>2011-02-22T13:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T13:46:31.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once was lost but now found</title><content type='html'>We human beings r strange. &lt;br /&gt;Very strange indeed. &lt;br /&gt;When a scrawny mangy kitten &lt;br /&gt;was brought home &lt;br /&gt;about 2 years ago, &lt;br /&gt;it was made clear one &lt;br /&gt;was not pleased. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't help that this thing &lt;br /&gt;meows constantly, &lt;br /&gt;totally 2nd child syndrome&lt;br /&gt;And claws the furniture to shreds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His saving grace? &lt;br /&gt;He loved cuddling up to me to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;As in, really snuggling&lt;br /&gt;right up to share my pillow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In time, this scrawny little thing &lt;br /&gt;Grew into a hefty furball&lt;br /&gt;And sharing a pillow&lt;br /&gt;Resulted in me having a stiff neck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He clawed, he chewed, &lt;br /&gt;he broke a bottle of whiskey&lt;br /&gt;And sent my asthma off the roof. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday we noticed &lt;br /&gt;He'd gone missing&lt;br /&gt;Thus began the search,&lt;br /&gt;Walking up and down&lt;br /&gt;The whole block,&lt;br /&gt;Floor by floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The slightest meow sent me &lt;br /&gt;hurrying over to the source&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed to find &lt;br /&gt;It was not the one we sought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anguish of losing him &lt;br /&gt;Surprised myself and&lt;br /&gt;I prayed he had found&lt;br /&gt;A better home that didn't mind&lt;br /&gt;His many sins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby no. 2 found him &lt;br /&gt;Early Monday morn &lt;br /&gt;At a god-forsaken hr &lt;br /&gt;of 4am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A constant meowing &lt;br /&gt;Drove her to look for &lt;br /&gt;this source of noise&lt;br /&gt;Only to find him hiding &lt;br /&gt;among some pot plants &lt;br /&gt;8 levels down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was once lost&lt;br /&gt;&amp; now found&lt;br /&gt;Somehow we don't seem&lt;br /&gt;To mind the whiny wailing&lt;br /&gt;2nd child attention seeking &lt;br /&gt;Furball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're just glad he's home...&lt;br /&gt;We missed him....         &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-1284435162740055472?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/1284435162740055472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/1284435162740055472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/once-was-lost-but-now-found.html' title='Once was lost but now found'/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-1668111810387408313</id><published>2011-02-18T12:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T12:09:33.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is He trying to teach me?</title><content type='html'>Been on a roller coaster regarding faith&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; trust...&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand what He is trying to teach me?&lt;br /&gt;One moment, everything was falling in place&lt;br /&gt;then within the same breath...&lt;br /&gt;Everything was falling apart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grabbing at every little straw&lt;br /&gt;to keep afloat&lt;br /&gt;But am I too naive and unrealistic?&lt;br /&gt;Or have I been misunderstanding the situation&lt;br /&gt;Utterly... Totally.... Hopelessly??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord please help me.. clarify the situation...&lt;br /&gt;Help me to hold onto you&lt;br /&gt;No matter what.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-1668111810387408313?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/1668111810387408313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/1668111810387408313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-is-he-trying-to-teach-me.html' title='What is He trying to teach me?'/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-6504644282482243708</id><published>2011-02-17T00:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T00:57:10.839+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yaT6rC4fjQM/TVv7WRpE70I/AAAAAAAAAKw/RDPk-fO29ic/s1600/IMG_0543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yaT6rC4fjQM/TVv7WRpE70I/AAAAAAAAAKw/RDPk-fO29ic/s320/IMG_0543.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574325323912507202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daughter no. 1 treated me to a Christmas present while we were in LA last December...&lt;div&gt;A present of a different kind - a night of music, songs, stories and film clips to &lt;div&gt;"Remember The Ladies" by a British singer Toni Morrell...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's everything that epitomize Blackpool, good old fashioned song and dance, not the hip hop or pop kind... but decent songs with proper lyrics and brilliant vocals, songs from musicals of old..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were transported back to UK for a few hours, with Toni bringing out one special lady after another, remembering them through their songs, or songs from their movies, or songs that would best describe them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We remembered Audrey Hepburn, Julie Andrews, Marilyn Monroe, Judy Garland, to name a few.  But not all are entertainers / actresses.. we remembered too her own mother, Mother Teresa, and even Princess Diana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The evening was really well spent, remembering the ladies, wish we were allowed to video the performance... Toni was really good, despite having a small-ish audience, she said she felt as if she was performing to the Royal Box - Now that's professionalism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-6504644282482243708?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/6504644282482243708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/6504644282482243708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/daughter-no.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yaT6rC4fjQM/TVv7WRpE70I/AAAAAAAAAKw/RDPk-fO29ic/s72-c/IMG_0543.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-2890707187323035999</id><published>2011-02-17T00:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T00:26:18.619+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events / Eulogy'/><title type='text'>She is more comfortable now...</title><content type='html'>No more sufferings, no more pain..&lt;div&gt;She'd gone through a lot... fought a good fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought herself 6, 7 years of time.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope she and her family utilize that time well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was still smiling and stuff on Saturday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; today she took a turn for the worse...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how to feel as I only met her on Saturday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then as I was about to work with her, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was advised that I work with someone else since&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she is too ill...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now she is gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not that I feel guilty as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was nothing I could have done &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it is not a guilt trip..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nonetheless there is a void&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strange how there could be a connection &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rest in peace my dear....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-2890707187323035999?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/2890707187323035999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/2890707187323035999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/she-is-more-comfortable-now.html' title='She is more comfortable now...'/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-5077013464663988450</id><published>2011-01-24T01:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T01:52:47.738+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Putting an old draft outta its misery</title><content type='html'>This is just putting a draft blog out of its misery... and mine...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When is Christmas not a Christmas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a song I learnt... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a long time ago...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that reflected on the meaning of Christmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Christmas isn't Christmas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till it happens in your heart.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somewhere, deep inside you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's where Christmas really start...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas has been so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;commercialised now that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder how many really sees Christmas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For what it is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many sees Christmas as a time for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Traditions..spending time with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes even estranged family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tolerating one another &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;going through the rituals / motions....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Others sees Christmas as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;getting pressies and spending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Money on useless gifts that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hopefully would not get recycled..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many more sees Chrismtas as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the day before the crazy sale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when shops sell stuff at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a huge discounts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even in a country&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where the phrase &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"In God We Trust" is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;printed on their paper bills....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are as guilty as one another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we fail to see that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without the birth of Jesus...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There would be no Christmas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; therefore what is the reason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for His birth?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We actually missed going to church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we were away... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is really nice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on Christmas eve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the nearest church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and did midnight mass..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An interesting experience as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have not been to a Catholic service&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let alone a Catholic Christmas Eve &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch Night Service..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But with carols and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Story of Jesus' birth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Told again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am reminded that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His birth was one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wit a mission...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We too... have a mission&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus has a story to tell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So is yours? ours? a good story or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A bad one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-5077013464663988450?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/5077013464663988450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/5077013464663988450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2011/01/putting-old-draft-outta-its-misery.html' title='Putting an old draft outta its misery'/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-2285861550292895524</id><published>2011-01-18T01:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T01:25:43.475+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Refresher Course Uniform</title><content type='html'>For my batch of intake, is pink tee shirt with collar..&lt;div&gt;pink....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as in PINK....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has anyone ever seen me in P.I.N.K.?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sheeesh... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We shall overcome... we shall overcome... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we shall overcome... some day...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-2285861550292895524?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/2285861550292895524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/2285861550292895524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2011/01/refresher-course-uniform.html' title='Refresher Course Uniform'/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-358363386869690097</id><published>2010-12-19T17:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T17:32:43.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me love you for another day. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-358363386869690097?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/358363386869690097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/358363386869690097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/12/let-me-love-you-for-another-day.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-5877249194190442038</id><published>2010-12-18T03:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T01:17:25.189+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I thought the transition is going smoothly &lt;div&gt;and that I am really getting over him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised that I am not..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-5877249194190442038?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/5877249194190442038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/5877249194190442038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-i-thought-transition-is-going.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-3169406648768570019</id><published>2010-12-10T17:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T17:57:02.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What for?</title><content type='html'>My heart still squeezed when I saw his new picture.  &lt;br /&gt;Looks like he hadn't a care in the world. So why the heck do I pain for him still???&lt;br /&gt;So darn stupid!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-3169406648768570019?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/3169406648768570019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/3169406648768570019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-for.html' title='What for?'/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-4538134191775418342</id><published>2010-12-06T16:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T16:36:10.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The only way of not thinking abt him is crowding him out w activities. &lt;br /&gt;But in the quiet of nights, in the off guard moments, I find myself tearing up, weeping over him, the what ifs, the whys, the love not reciprocated....&lt;br /&gt;I have been told I am supposed to love again, my question is: whom? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-4538134191775418342?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/4538134191775418342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/4538134191775418342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/12/only-way-of-not-thinking-abt-him-is.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-1993862175746344643</id><published>2010-11-21T17:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T18:02:23.551+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Praise the Lord'/><title type='text'>Tabula Rasa - Blank Slates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Tabula Rasa apparently literally means "blank slate".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the epistemological thesis that individuals are born without built-in mental content and that their knowledge comes from experience and perception. Generally proponents of the tabula rasa thesis favour the "nurture" side of the nature versus nurture debate, when it comes to aspects of one's personality, social and emotional behaviour, and intelligence. (Wikipedia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this is what I found interesting -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The term in Latin equates to the English "blank slate" (which refers to writing on a slate sheet in chalk) but comes from the Roman tabula or wax tablet, used for notes, which was blanked by heating the wax and then smoothing it to give a tabula rasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW, wax tablet, by heating the wax and smoothing it over, and using it again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kinda gives me an understanding of the completeness of God's forgiveness. The wax tablet can be written over again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to have the wax tablet smoothed over, it had to be brought to the heat, so the wax can be melted and smoothed over. Once it is done, one cannot see what was written on the wax tablet before... it is a clean slate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My understanding is that one has to face the consequences of one's actions / sins. But when we once again, lay our lives at the feet at the Creator, and be washed by His blood, He sanctifies us and yes, as far as usability is concerned....well, the wax tablet can be written on again, so can our life pages... Hallelujah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-1993862175746344643?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/1993862175746344643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/1993862175746344643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/11/tabula-rasa-blank-slates.html' title='Tabula Rasa - Blank Slates'/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-1449589433502198315</id><published>2010-11-15T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T00:51:25.431+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just heard a young girl of 21&lt;div&gt;an age when most are &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking forward to a rosy future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is looking at an imminent future of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Operation, chemo / radio therapy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because she has cancer of the tongue..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her faith is keeping her &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's asking others to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rally around to help &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep her focused &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; to rebuke her gently&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That the Lord allowed this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in order to use her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to bring about His glory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A girl of 21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with the wisdom and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;faith equal to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spiritual giants like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Corrie Ten Boom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-1449589433502198315?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/1449589433502198315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/1449589433502198315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/11/just-heard-young-girl-of-21-age-when.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-6957743149908713403</id><published>2010-11-14T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T00:27:00.475+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;b&gt;“&lt;span &gt;Without music life would be a mistake.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.famousquotes.com/search.php?search=1&amp;amp;FirstName=Friedrich&amp;amp;LastName=Nietzsche&amp;amp;field=FullName" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 204); "&gt;Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;/a&gt; (1844-1900)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;German philosopher, philologist and poet.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-6957743149908713403?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/6957743149908713403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/6957743149908713403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/11/without-music-life-would-be-mistake.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-7306295695854575863</id><published>2010-10-22T17:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T20:31:03.178+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hope to be able to settle down&lt;br /&gt;One day, with someone who cares for me&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I for him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine is getting married again&lt;br /&gt;Good on her, she deserves it.&lt;br /&gt;I hope my time will come too&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that I don't have to wait too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man who loves the Lord&lt;br /&gt;Loves my family as his own&lt;div&gt;A man whom I can trust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A man who truly loves me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-7306295695854575863?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/7306295695854575863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/7306295695854575863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-hope-to-be-able-to-settle-down-one.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-7024845285220001557</id><published>2010-10-22T17:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T17:45:08.731+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I question myself&lt;br /&gt;Who comes first?&lt;br /&gt;(that is after my Saviour)&lt;br /&gt;Friends? or Me?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; is it wise to put others first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helped out a friend recently&lt;br /&gt;Now found that I am in a predicament&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; No, this time, the friend can't help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great... now, I am stuck&lt;br /&gt;Have I been foolish?&lt;br /&gt;More importantly&lt;br /&gt;How do I get myself out of the situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it is not a 'lesson' the Lord wants me to learn..&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda expensive...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-7024845285220001557?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/7024845285220001557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/7024845285220001557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/10/sometimes-i-question-myself-who-comes.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-1091495025950885047</id><published>2010-10-10T23:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T00:05:59.055+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A Domesticated Weekend!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did the laundry, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mopped the floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cooked family dinner....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy, I felt soooo domesticated!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be doing ironing next...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-1091495025950885047?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/1091495025950885047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/1091495025950885047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/10/domesticated-weekend-did-laundry-mopped.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-4982422805029951057</id><published>2010-08-10T23:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T00:12:27.699+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Praise the Lord'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beliefs'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All things work for the good&lt;br /&gt;of those who love Him.&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for friends, those who really&lt;br /&gt;want to look out for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I was getting disillusioned,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering about my future, when&lt;br /&gt;These dear friends reminded me&lt;br /&gt;I had to think of the big picture,&lt;br /&gt;Not the organisation's&lt;br /&gt;but the one that is mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's big picture for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then that the Lord's Peace&lt;br /&gt;descended on me...&lt;br /&gt;I realised that whatever that is to&lt;br /&gt;happen to me&lt;br /&gt;Could only happen to me because&lt;br /&gt;it was part of God's plan, or that&lt;br /&gt;there was a lesson to be learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That no one can&lt;br /&gt;change the plan that&lt;br /&gt;God has for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I would be&lt;br /&gt;where He wants me to be,&lt;br /&gt;even with detours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Jonah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overnight, my anxiety lifted&lt;br /&gt;I accepted whatever&lt;br /&gt;that is planned for me&lt;br /&gt;Not because I am a walk-over&lt;br /&gt;But because God is in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-4982422805029951057?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/4982422805029951057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/4982422805029951057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/08/all-things-work-for-good-of-those-who.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-2500469796836866605</id><published>2010-06-20T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T22:23:46.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is a big question mark in my mind&lt;br /&gt;whether it is time for aimicable exit&lt;br /&gt;as my fuse shortens with every&lt;br /&gt;'confrontation'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to use that word&lt;br /&gt;but for lack of a better word&lt;br /&gt;as even the term&lt;br /&gt;"heated discussion"&lt;br /&gt;seems to be too tame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just needing to remind myself&lt;br /&gt;what the my reason of serving there was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-2500469796836866605?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/2500469796836866605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/2500469796836866605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/06/there-is-big-question-mark-in-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-2381984120414594131</id><published>2010-06-20T20:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T21:19:08.559+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Current Affairs&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Father's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My children are celebrating Father's Day by&lt;br /&gt;having dinner with him.&lt;br /&gt;I like that...&lt;br /&gt;No. 1 even lead worship with emphasis on the&lt;br /&gt;love of our heavenly Father.&lt;br /&gt;I like that even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has been a wonderful Father to us.&lt;br /&gt;To me and the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the songs she chose,&lt;br /&gt;which I love very much is called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your Favourite Name is Father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to all the fathers out there, here's one for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Favourite Name is Father by Newsong 2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;Almighty God&lt;br /&gt;Lord of all creation&lt;br /&gt;Ancient of days&lt;br /&gt;The Holy One&lt;br /&gt;So many names You've given us to call You&lt;br /&gt;But one remains&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite name is Father&lt;br /&gt;You love to hear Your children calling&lt;br /&gt;You're there to catch us when we're falling&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite name is Father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eternal King&lt;br /&gt;Alpha and Omega&lt;br /&gt;Jehovah God&lt;br /&gt;The mighty One&lt;br /&gt;So many names You've given us to call You&lt;br /&gt;But one remains&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;Your favorite name is Father&lt;br /&gt;You love to hear Your children calling&lt;br /&gt;You're there to catch us when we're falling&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite name is Father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; [Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;Abba Father&lt;a id="KonaLink1" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.lyricsdownload.com/newsong-your-favorite-name-is-father-lyrics.html#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400; position: static; color: rgb(0, 14, 0);font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="font-weight: 400; position: relative; color: rgb(0, 14, 0);font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy is Your name&lt;br /&gt;Abba Father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy is Your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Father's Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-2381984120414594131?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/2381984120414594131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/2381984120414594131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-fathers-day-my-children-are.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-933781070232842583</id><published>2010-06-08T23:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T03:59:57.565+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so happy.  The wait&lt;br /&gt;seems to be&lt;br /&gt;finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since end of 2002,&lt;br /&gt;I have been praying for&lt;br /&gt;the arrival of this day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had prayed that the day&lt;br /&gt;would arrive earlier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were just so many obstacles&lt;br /&gt;I really wondered if&lt;br /&gt;I missed God's message somewhere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's the timing&lt;br /&gt;A series of events&lt;br /&gt;and healings have to take place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the time is right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least I believe so&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it time to follow the plan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or to follow the heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-933781070232842583?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/933781070232842583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/933781070232842583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-so-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-7388911636688555252</id><published>2010-06-08T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T23:40:24.405+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Playback Theatre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if we realised what we've opened up when&lt;br /&gt;one was signed up for this Playback Theatre Workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These 3 days of training opened my eyes to Playback Theatre&lt;br /&gt;It helps me to appreciate the potential of Drama Therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playback is a powerful and useful tool, which to me&lt;br /&gt;can be used to by counselors to understand&lt;br /&gt;the behaviours / actions / reactions of some members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My experience was interesting as I did not&lt;br /&gt;choose memories or momentos that would&lt;br /&gt;evoke much emotions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the playback of stories&lt;br /&gt;many of the storytellers (myself included)&lt;br /&gt;either saw the incidences in a new light&lt;br /&gt;or were so touched and identified by the emotions&lt;br /&gt;that there were tears, even the actors..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the course progressed, I became more and more&lt;br /&gt;intrigued and interested&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if I could really&lt;br /&gt;work on drama therapy&lt;br /&gt;and use Playback&lt;br /&gt;as a tool to help the members&lt;br /&gt;to walk a little further with them&lt;br /&gt;in their journeys of recovery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-7388911636688555252?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/7388911636688555252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/7388911636688555252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/06/playback-theatre-not-sure-if-we.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-4254490751491028497</id><published>2010-05-27T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T01:31:17.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Praise the Lord'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beliefs'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now faith is being sure  of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see. " Hebrews 11 v1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A casual remark from a new colleague kind of brought the understanding of faith to a new level for me recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an eye-opener for me to realise that there are arranged marriages, in this day and age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some cultures, a man and a woman become husband and wife, not as a result of a marathon courtship, or a whirlwind romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather, the couple who has every intention to keep the vow of "till death do us part" has probably just met each other on 2 - 3 occasions over a period of 2 - 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleague is a double masters graduate, brilliant, confident and a great conversationalist.  She is the type that would have no trouble getting a guy. Yet she agreed to an arranged marriage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her answer to my question was simple: Her parents have never let her down, nor put her in a situation that was not for her own good, so why should she worry about their choice for her as a husband?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Chew on that! That is faith!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My colleague totally abandons herself in her parents' hands as her experiences with them had affirmed her belief that they always have her best interest at heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much more can we trust in our heavenly Father who knows His plans for us and will give good gifts to those who ask Him?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 7v 7 - 11&lt;br /&gt;9 Is there anyone among you who, if his son asks for bread, will give  him a stone? 10 Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake? 11 If  you then, although you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your  children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to  those who ask him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-4254490751491028497?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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lately&lt;br /&gt;Yet.. when I wanted to pen down my thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;Or as in this case, type down my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Well, my mind went blank.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-8438879174417871362?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/8438879174417871362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/8438879174417871362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/05/quite-lot-has-been-on-my-mind-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-5487586831659454245</id><published>2010-05-24T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T18:37:26.675+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events / Eulogy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heard from a friend that a young man&lt;br /&gt;just celebrated his 22 nd birthday&lt;br /&gt;Decided that 22  years was enough time&lt;br /&gt;to spend on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was 3 years older than my older one,&lt;br /&gt;they used to worship in the same church&lt;br /&gt;In the same Youth group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaguely remember him as a decent&lt;br /&gt;pleasant and definitely happy youth.&lt;br /&gt;What drove him to the point of no return?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the pressure of growing up?&lt;br /&gt;Has he been too 'protected'&lt;br /&gt;that he couldn't handle any knocks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From what i understand, he came from&lt;br /&gt;a good Christian family&lt;br /&gt;Loving parents&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; a God he trusted in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or didn't trust in anymore....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we don't believe that&lt;br /&gt;our God can be trusted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....what do we have left?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-5487586831659454245?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/5487586831659454245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/5487586831659454245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/05/heard-from-friend-that-young-man-just.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-6327442763061613944</id><published>2010-05-20T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T00:21:14.148+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Considerate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does being considerate mean?&lt;br /&gt;It means putting the needs of others before yours.&lt;br /&gt;It's also something I don't associate with cyclists, not all anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been a fan of cyclists who took over the pavement&lt;br /&gt;Ringing that darn bell of theirs to tell people to get outta their ways.&lt;br /&gt;Or riding abreast with their friends / families,&lt;br /&gt;Taking over the whole pavement and&lt;br /&gt;blocking anyone who dares to try to find a foothold between the wheels...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday I was waiting for the bus at Pasir Ris&lt;br /&gt;It was around school ending time and&lt;br /&gt;Bus stops are chock full with people waiting for their buses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One cyclist rode all the way up people's back,&lt;br /&gt;clicking that un-ringing bell to tell people to move....&lt;br /&gt;I rolled my eyes, wishing he'd ring that bell at me&lt;br /&gt;and I will tell him to 'naff off'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tad later, another cyclist was riding the opposite direction&lt;br /&gt;heading straight towards the same crowd again...&lt;br /&gt;Then as he neared, he slowed and&lt;br /&gt;Detoured a little to carry on his journey&lt;br /&gt;without breathing down anyone's back&lt;br /&gt;or shooing people away like they own the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That... is being considerate...&lt;br /&gt;That is actually refreshing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-6327442763061613944?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/6327442763061613944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/6327442763061613944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/05/considerate-what-does-being-considerate.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' 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Emergency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do hospital A &amp;amp; E have such long response time?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it's A &amp;amp; E for crying out loud.&lt;br /&gt;That means if it's not medical situations caused by accidents&lt;br /&gt;Or if it's not an emergency, like severe asthma attack&lt;br /&gt;Or chest pain implying heart attack&lt;br /&gt;and other emergencies...&lt;br /&gt;There really shouldn't be that long a queue?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Triage to finally seeing the doctor&lt;br /&gt;We waited 3 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;3 long hours of 'massive, overwhelming' pain&lt;br /&gt;that was not addressed as we waited for the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How my daughter managed to cope with the pain&lt;br /&gt;all that time confounded me.&lt;br /&gt;The extent of her pain was such that&lt;br /&gt;A second jab to ease the pain was necessary&lt;br /&gt;when the first one did not even touch her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night on, they could not find anything wrong with her, so&lt;br /&gt;she was placed under observation and will only be&lt;br /&gt;discharged tomorrow am,&lt;br /&gt;Provided there is no more serious pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why no comprehensive, pro-active investigations and tests?&lt;br /&gt;Coudn't that shorten the waiting and the 'observation' time?&lt;br /&gt;Which equates to less grumpy patients and their relatives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She saw someone dripping with blood due to some RTA&lt;br /&gt;Like her, they waited a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Why such long wait?&lt;br /&gt;Shortness of staff?&lt;br /&gt;Lack of consultation room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The staff were nice and all&lt;br /&gt;But the experience really left me&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed, if not alarmed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will this hospital cope with&lt;br /&gt;Large scale emergencies??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-6055480413394300641?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' 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the Lord'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A dear friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;Taught me a precious lesson:&lt;br /&gt;Take hold of the present&lt;br /&gt;Appreciate what you have&lt;br /&gt;Or you'll regret it when the time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know that, I guess&lt;br /&gt;But living it out, is not as easy&lt;br /&gt;Then when we have to let it go&lt;br /&gt;It becomes doubly hard&lt;br /&gt;As we try to salvage a relationship&lt;br /&gt;Or stretch an extra day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad this friend grew stronger&lt;br /&gt;For out of the experience&lt;br /&gt;They both become more beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-1115617119082210013</id><published>2010-05-08T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T23:30:56.429+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brings a smile'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Starry Starry Night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never knew a moonless night can be as beautiful as&lt;br /&gt;the one I saw last Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;The stars were positively glittering, sparkling&lt;br /&gt;against the backdrop of black velvet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of waves, the soothing music of yester years&lt;br /&gt;what a beautiful finale.&lt;br /&gt;Memories I will take with me for a long time,&lt;br /&gt;much thanks to the company too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-1115617119082210013?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/1115617119082210013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/1115617119082210013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/05/never-knew-moonless-night-can-be-as.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-8470707036589638387</id><published>2010-05-08T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T23:00:54.165+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I watched sunrise in KL. &lt;br /&gt;As the sky turned from squid-ink black to milky white,&lt;br /&gt;I sat in the hotel lobby,&lt;br /&gt;willing the time to come for a holiday of sorts to begin.&lt;br /&gt;It's a strange feeling, to be away from the family and&lt;br /&gt;probably for the first time in a long while,&lt;br /&gt;not needing to think about the family,&lt;br /&gt;at least for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt rather selfish actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-8470707036589638387?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/8470707036589638387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/8470707036589638387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-watched-sunrise-in-kl.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-4860498014007005733</id><published>2010-04-27T00:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T00:59:45.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been wondering about why I feel safe with you.&lt;br /&gt;I think it is because I know where we stand with one another,&lt;br /&gt;that you are what you are, and being upfront about it.&lt;br /&gt;So there is no misunderstanding,&lt;br /&gt;No false expectations,&lt;br /&gt;No empty promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-4860498014007005733?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/4860498014007005733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/4860498014007005733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/04/been-wondering-about-why-i-feel-safe.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-4358791067301576352</id><published>2010-04-12T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T23:19:43.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know what I am doing, whether it is right or not, that is not the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a concious, informed choice,  so I will take full responsibility for my actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be no regrets, and that's why the sense of lightness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much thinking, mulling over, weighing of options and consequences are tiring and unfruitful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me act on my decisions. At least some actions were taken, or one would never know what could have been or would have been..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me learn.&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-4358791067301576352?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/4358791067301576352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/4358791067301576352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-know-what-i-am-doing-whether-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-7362155531936547022</id><published>2010-04-08T01:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T01:17:39.875+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brings a smile'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Aaachhhh, mommie you look lovely today"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will always remember how my older one used to perk me up every morning with these parting words as I go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her cherubic face, her bright eyes, rosy cheeks and genuine adoration of her mother...&lt;br /&gt;sure, other children might do that too... but with a lovely, beautiful, edinburgh accent?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rest my case...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-7362155531936547022?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/7362155531936547022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/7362155531936547022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/04/aaachhhh-mommie-you-look-lovely-today.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-3675087732459407228</id><published>2010-03-30T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T19:54:25.632+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Will He use me, despite my failings?&lt;br /&gt;Will I be able to use His gifts&lt;br /&gt;For the glory of His kingdom&lt;br /&gt;For the ministry to His people&lt;br /&gt;Still?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Availability... ability...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-3675087732459407228?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/3675087732459407228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/3675087732459407228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/will-he-use-me-despite-my-failings-will.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-1412684762561578027</id><published>2010-03-29T01:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T02:03:32.934+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been mulling over some issues...&lt;br /&gt;Thought about them, made decisions about them, unmade them. &lt;br /&gt;Beat myself up about the resolutions that would never be kept...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I realised I shouldn't even try to think about the what-ifs or the perhaps...&lt;br /&gt;Just leave it be - no expectation, no disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's liberating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-1412684762561578027?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/1412684762561578027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/1412684762561578027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/been-mulling-over-some-issues.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-2533755046794468566</id><published>2010-03-25T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T02:25:54.569+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Verbal assualt is more hurtful than physical ones. 1 negative remark  takes about 6 positive ones to even it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why belittle people?  Why criticise others? To elevate oneself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is life outside. There is a family behind every home. Everyone deserves positive remarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch people doing the right thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-2533755046794468566?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/2533755046794468566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/2533755046794468566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/verbal-assualt-is-more-hurtful-than.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-7768229364794841709</id><published>2010-03-24T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T23:52:11.113+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Half Baked Stuff'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was reading my very early posts just now, realised there were some changes, in the things I shared about, in my thoughts and opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have temporarily lost sight of Him. Lost my joy and peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have not lost my faith yet, for I know in whom I believe, and why...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-7768229364794841709?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/7768229364794841709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/7768229364794841709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/was-reading-my-very-early-posts-just.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-2539415761319092672</id><published>2010-03-24T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T23:23:15.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I would love to remove myself from the humdrum of things and take off .&lt;br /&gt;For a holiday. For a while. Just some personal space...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I do, I will be able to feel myself and get in touch with myself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I do, I will find that on my return, more work had been piled up than what would have been the normal load, had I not removed myself from the humdrum at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-2539415761319092672?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/2539415761319092672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/2539415761319092672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-would-love-to-remove-myself-from.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-9097758059675528657</id><published>2010-03-12T01:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T01:27:59.575+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yup, as I expected....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the resolutions are going straight out of the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly a case of "the Spirit is willing but......." ??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-9097758059675528657?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/9097758059675528657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/9097758059675528657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/yup-as-i-expected.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-1007296371970651149</id><published>2010-03-08T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T22:33:04.059+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Making a right decision does not necessary mean one feels any better about it.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it's with a heavy heart, especially when the decision goes against the wish or desire of the decision maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One contemplates the consequences of one's decisions.  The action / the inaction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, even though the decision has been made, there comes a day when the decision maker is tested, by circumstances, by inevitability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we make things so difficult for ourselves?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-1007296371970651149?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/1007296371970651149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/1007296371970651149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/making-right-decision-does-not.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-768077147963755518</id><published>2010-03-07T01:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T01:23:12.138+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Love is not an affectionate feeling, but a steady wish for the loved person's ultimate good as far as it can be obtained."  -- C. S. L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3 style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: normal;" class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This was lifted from a friend's 'status' on facebook. The quote is from CS Lewis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h3 style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: normal;" class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pretty accurate, in my opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guess this kind of confirms what I should do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-768077147963755518?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/768077147963755518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/768077147963755518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-is-not-affectionate-feeling-but.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-2939380162729584130</id><published>2010-03-05T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T23:59:23.422+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently I had devotion led by a pastor. Learnt something from the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said... deep inside the person knows what he should or should not do.  But instead of obeying, he resisted, and that is dishonouring God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.. I have never thought of it that way.  Not just disobedience, but dishonour....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said that when he counseled that person, he told him to "kill the passion"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it that easy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-2939380162729584130?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/2939380162729584130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/2939380162729584130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/recently-i-had-devotion-led-by-pastor.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-6313404128480451</id><published>2010-03-04T11:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T01:11:23.078+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is not important now. I know the answer to my own question... Stupid really, on my part, to want to hear the answer when I knew what it'd be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bad... Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-6313404128480451?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/6313404128480451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/6313404128480451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/03/is-not-important-now.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-8267584070608683497</id><published>2010-02-28T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T00:44:46.277+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Praise the Lord'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was touched and blessed by today's ministry.  The lady, named Debbie? shared her testimony about being a single mom and about being vulnerable and ended up being together with an unsavory character.  She was hurt, abused and totally felt rotten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I learnt a few things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We will be vulnerable, at some point in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;2. Someone who will take advantage of that.&lt;br /&gt;3. God will always be there despite our many failures to take us back&lt;br /&gt;4.  We have to learn to forgive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote Debbie a letter as I had to run off to another church.  I have experienced the power of forgiveness and I wanted to thank her and somehow, I ended up sharing my experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something has cleared up for me, finally.  Thank you Debbie.  Thank you Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-8267584070608683497?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/8267584070608683497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/8267584070608683497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-was-touched-and-blessed-by-todays.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-8510704431588170009</id><published>2010-02-28T01:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T20:26:37.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have kept myself to myself all these years.&lt;br /&gt;Yearning but never daring to venture&lt;br /&gt;To do things that I would regret&lt;br /&gt;Or hate myself for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet now I find myself getting more and more fond of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it my own doing? Did I wish too hard?&lt;br /&gt;I thought about what you'd said&lt;br /&gt;and wondered if they were&lt;br /&gt;Rehearsed or unguarded truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I revisit pictures to touch your face,&lt;br /&gt;Look forward to your sporadic communication&lt;br /&gt;Grin like a Cheshire cat when I get them&lt;br /&gt;Yet feel stupid for such yearnings when I don't..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way, I had not wanted it to happen&lt;br /&gt;To feel an attraction to a person&lt;br /&gt;But somewhere deep inside me,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be able to feel again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have helped me to be able to feel again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-8510704431588170009?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/8510704431588170009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/8510704431588170009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-have-kept-myself-to-myself-all-these.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-6458421175026624634</id><published>2010-02-27T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T00:49:26.977+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There have been some diverse opinions regarding the topic of re-marriage.&lt;br /&gt;Most refers to Jesus' teaching from at least 2 gospels&lt;br /&gt;Others hang onto one of the gospels which seems to give an escape clause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One pastor I know was, and I think still is, pretty strict with regards to divorce and re-marriage.&lt;br /&gt;No one who is divorced or re-married can serve in his church as leaders. &lt;br /&gt;They can serve, but to be a leader, one has to set an example, which means being the legal spouse of the same person they were married to, the first time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, he went to the extent that he would not officiate not attend any church members' wedding if it was the second time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His encouragement? Stay single, whether or not it was your fault.  The Lord will bless you and use you mightily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The decision was never mine to make...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One question I beg to have answered... am I not allowed to love and be loved again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-6458421175026624634?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/6458421175026624634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/6458421175026624634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/there-have-been-some-diverse-opinions.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-7597206835269022296</id><published>2010-02-25T02:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T21:43:49.544+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is a time and a season for things.&lt;br /&gt;Hurting, Healing,&lt;br /&gt;Getting, Giving,&lt;br /&gt;Loving, Longing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without the hurt, one knows not the need for healing.&lt;br /&gt;Healing may take a long while, but until we acknowledge&lt;br /&gt;We were hurt and needed healing, no healing can take place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God touched many people when we were in dire need&lt;br /&gt;They blessed us with anonymous but practical gifts.&lt;br /&gt;The getting of blessings motivates us that now, it's our turn to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when one idealised the notion of love.&lt;br /&gt;That there really could be a living happily ever after&lt;br /&gt;Having loved, one knows how their hearts will continue to long&lt;br /&gt;For that special connection that God has destined for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-7597206835269022296?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/7597206835269022296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/7597206835269022296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/there-is-time-and-season-for-things.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-1562232403293411790</id><published>2010-02-08T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T23:34:28.283+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How to demoralise a person? Easy, hammer them with negative statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one of the lectures I learnt, it takes about 6 positive statement to 'neutralise' 1 negative statement.  6.  That means a simple "why couldn't you be more accurate with your work" would need 6 encourageing statements of "well done", "That's a great job", "thanks for your time", or "you look great", to help build up a person back to a level before they were brutally attacked by  sharp chiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we such weaklings that we cannot take criticisms? Perhaps, but negative, angry statements have reduced big strapping men to start having doubts about themselves.  That is the beginning of a self doubt, even a self hate spiral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a blaming exercise, a ranting "woe is me" session.  Nor is it a "see what you have done to me" accusation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a plea, to those power hungry people, who wants to feel they are better than others by constantly finding faults... that instead of spending time to backtrack and repair the damage (6 times over), tone and choice of words can help bring across a message with much more persuasion and cooperation from all around to get anything done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I secretly believe these people who barks their way to the top is trying to get respect from the same people whom they are showing a total disrespect to, and that they are the people who have the greatest insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity really, for they yearn to get the exact thing that they are doing their darnest to push away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-1562232403293411790?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/1562232403293411790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/1562232403293411790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-to-demoralise-person-easy-hammer.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-4199161472340058372</id><published>2010-01-29T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T23:13:23.214+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I felt both insulted and saddened recently when an on line chat turned rather... unpleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was totally unnecessary but I guess it was, in retrospect, or I would never know what kind of a person one can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian or not, our interpretations of the bible and other books can twist a truth into something that is lop-sided and fanatical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does not matter if one is fluent, even a master of the original language that the Bible was written in.  In fact, the wealth of knowledge can be used to attack rather than encourage, to confuse instead of to clarify, to gloat rather than to guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this day and age, there are still men who can get offended when they were requested not to 'shout' on line, and rebutted with something along the line that " I will not have any woman telling me how to write and I will not be put on a leash..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I being judgemental? Or did I miss something here?  I am being attacked because I asked someone not to shout?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is a child of God and I am only a daughter of Eve? and that all ills that happened on earth was because of women wanted to be the head instead of the man, and therefore a woman must learn her place which includes not telling a man how to write?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an element of truth there, about women trying to be the head, sidelining the original order as God intended.  That being said, the same could be applied to how man's stewardship of the earth has turned into such a mess!  Men wants to be the boss of everything and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ignores&lt;/span&gt; the fact that he was tasked to be the steward of all these, and not to abuse them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I rambling on about this? Guess it is because I am surprised that there are people who could interpret the Bible section by section without looking at the other aspects of God's character and ask if the 2 compliment or contradict each other...... Am I being judgemental?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope not, I really hope not...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-4199161472340058372?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/4199161472340058372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/4199161472340058372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-felt-both-insulted-and-saddened.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-5454593114905539920</id><published>2010-01-25T00:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T19:02:13.967+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday in HK'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My travelogue seemed to have fallen into a black hole after writing about the first few days in HK.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It would be a total pity if that was the end of the trip.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But there was more.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We packed our bags and checked out of the compact Casa Hotel.  After breakfast, we took the MTR and proceeded to go to the train station to catch train to Shenzhen. Mom's advice to contact uncle David was the great advice indeed (moms really know best, whichever generation one is in).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle David was waiting for us at the train station, timing it just right after I called him at the stop called "University"? Uncle David, together with Auntie Yong, picked us up from the train station and bus-ed it with us to the hotel they booked for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called HuBei Hotel, and man, it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S3aGBduLCkI/AAAAAAAAAJw/icc_BBysxkY/s1600-h/DSC_1079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S3aGBduLCkI/AAAAAAAAAJw/icc_BBysxkY/s320/DSC_1079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437680959812733506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S3aGBy90WEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/55KVWWujRzU/s1600-h/DSC_1287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S3aGBy90WEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/55KVWWujRzU/s320/DSC_1287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437680965515499586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-5454593114905539920?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/5454593114905539920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/5454593114905539920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-travelogue-seemed-to-have-fallen.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S3aGBduLCkI/AAAAAAAAAJw/icc_BBysxkY/s72-c/DSC_1079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-6226109093891216136</id><published>2009-12-22T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T23:08:29.370+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow... did 3 posts in one sitting. Now since when have I ever done that, huh??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Truth be told, I kinda kept a diary and typed most of the stuff out while on holiday in HK.  Gonna be pretty hard for me to remember all the stuff in details, so yeah, these blogs do look more like a diary than some of my other rants and raves. But hey, I don't always rant and rave do I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(  I can just see my girls stiffling their giggles.... &gt;.&lt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are more to come.. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-6226109093891216136?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/6226109093891216136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/6226109093891216136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-3772980958928310282</id><published>2009-12-22T22:18:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T22:59:21.722+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday in HK'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/SzDZTn5D9uI/AAAAAAAAAJo/F4NBxqp6_ao/s1600-h/DSC_1197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/SzDZTn5D9uI/AAAAAAAAAJo/F4NBxqp6_ao/s320/DSC_1197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418069282875766498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(160, 64, 255);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;28 November 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby 2 and I had done our homework.  We googled to get the address of this cafe.  Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cafe is unique in that it has 7? 8? resident cats there. People go there not for the ambiance, although it is quite cozy, nor do they go for the coffee (they have none) not even the snacks (limited). They patronise the place to enjoy the cats' company, when they (the 4-legged ones) so inclined to grace us with their presences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/SzDYNXP0TfI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/UOSz1giDywU/s1600-h/DSC_1210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 106px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/SzDYNXP0TfI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/UOSz1giDywU/s320/DSC_1210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418068075816963570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(160, 64, 255);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Customers hardly sat where they first plonked themselves. They usually move around to 'stalk' the cats... haha, for lack of a better word. Most are armed with cameras and the cats &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(160, 64, 255);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;are totally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(160, 64, 255);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;unfazed by the attention, so long as one does not try to carry them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/SzDYNDOqWmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/zlMeFtBAdYI/s1600-h/DSC_1204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/SzDYNDOqWmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/zlMeFtBAdYI/s320/DSC_1204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418068070443407970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(160, 64, 255);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The cats were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(160, 64, 255);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(160, 64, 255);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;so so so so soooooo cute! Their fur is shiny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(160, 64, 255);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and clean, and, for a place that has 7 or 8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(160, 64, 255);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;cats, the cafe was really clean! RIght outside the rest room for humans are 2 restrooms for cats. They are discreetly placed at a corner, and nope - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(160, 64, 255);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;you don't smell a thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/SzDYN-Om_BI/AAAAAAAAAJY/us1wDxqtXWE/s1600-h/DSC_1230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 109px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/SzDYN-Om_BI/AAAAAAAAAJY/us1wDxqtXWE/s320/DSC_1230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418068086280879122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Totally loved the afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/SzDYOccynLI/AAAAAAAAAJg/_IdDgx5XZCU/s1600-h/DSC_1407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/SzDSgOq1G7I/AAAAAAAAAII/pdrJ-dyGAO8/s320/DSC_1150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418061802862091186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/SzDSf3kWWZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Efh1mPR4rbc/s1600-h/DSC_1145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 148px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/SzDSf3kWWZI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Efh1mPR4rbc/s320/DSC_1145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418061796660894098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(160, 64, 255);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;div  style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;28 Nov 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div face="trebuchet ms" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(160, 64, 255);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Had a fitful sleep despite the fact that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3 of us piled onto the 2 beds last night.  Baby 2 swore she didn't sleep properly.&lt;/span&gt; i was out, totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div face="trebuchet ms" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(160, 64, 255);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's  the free city tour today and we were up bright and early.  Took the Ann's Travel coach to have dim sum, visited the Square where &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1261488375_2"&gt;China&lt;/span&gt; gave a huge golden state flower (of &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1261488375_3"&gt;Hong Kong&lt;/span&gt;), a diamond factory (where I won a piece of precious gem and paid HK$150 to have it set as a pendant).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave the temples at &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1261488375_4"&gt;Causeway Bay&lt;/span&gt; a miss, after visiting Hong Kong's biggest &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1261488375_5"&gt;yacht club&lt;/span&gt; in Aberdeen and went on a boat that took us round some of the fanciest yachts, moored alongside some shabby sampans that are home to some of the poorest families in Hong Kong - the irony is not lost on us... The government is subsidising these families to move them to live on shore, while the rich ones are buying larger yachts to be moored there??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/SzDUCGD6MMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/M41UKwRlRac/s1600-h/DSC_1172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 136px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/SzDUCGD6MMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/M41UKwRlRac/s320/DSC_1172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418063484178542786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/SzDUYl_gVmI/AAAAAAAAAIg/wX_JlfSZ8bo/s1600-h/DSC_1177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/SzDUYl_gVmI/AAAAAAAAAIg/wX_JlfSZ8bo/s320/DSC_1177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418063870707127906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(160, 64, 255);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally, we arrived at the chinese medicinal place where sales people were trying to flog us stuff.  I didn't mind, except the woman who served us was both pushy and rude.  In the end, we wandered somewhere else and yup, we bought from another sales lady instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the tour, we realised that although the tour is free, we have to pay the driver and the guide HK$50 each / pax, so that was $300 down the drain.  They also took pictures of us and stuck them on some awful tacky gold-rimmed plates.  I declined all but one, and that cost us another HK$150.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we grabbed some lunch at one of those tea restaurants that is such a craze now in Singapore, and for HK$ 78, (less than S$16) we had one of the best chicken rice - better than most coffee shops in Singapore, and 2 other lunches, drinks inclusive.  Not bad, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The afternoon was spent shopping along Cameron Road, my old neighbourhood, and  looking for Choco Cat cafe. This was a surprise for baby 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(160, 64, 255);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="550" height="41"&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-3991422863278787570?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/3991422863278787570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/3991422863278787570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/28-nov-2009-had-fitful-sleep-despite.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/SzDSgOq1G7I/AAAAAAAAAII/pdrJ-dyGAO8/s72-c/DSC_1150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-1540326351759404637</id><published>2009-12-22T21:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T21:42:27.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures from Holiday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/SzDK-a7KicI/AAAAAAAAAHw/dbQ-7lTlTY0/s1600-h/DSC_1139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 152px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/SzDK-a7KicI/AAAAAAAAAHw/dbQ-7lTlTY0/s320/DSC_1139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418053525454883266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/SzDK-94sq_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/WZ8dyM2tnYg/s1600-h/DSC_1108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 152px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/SzDK-94sq_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/WZ8dyM2tnYg/s320/DSC_1108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418053534839778290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Still 27 Nov 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(160, 64, 255);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:14;"  &gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Our hotel was along Nathan road, near Yaumatei MTR. It's called CASA hotel and is considered a  &lt;span style="background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1261488375_0"&gt;boutique hotel&lt;/span&gt;.  Guess it is boutique for a reason - the place is absolutely dinky!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;It took 5 steps for us to walk from the room to the bed, the TV was wall mounted, the cupboard was big enough for 4 hanging items and the toilet was a cubicle that was big enough for a &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1261488375_1"&gt;wash basin&lt;/span&gt;, a toilet bowl and a standing space.  One can either sit on the bog to shower, or stand in front of the wash basin to do that. (I kid you not). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I am of the generous kind, in size, so the place looked ultra .... snug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;We pushed our beds together to fit the 3 of us, and momsie took the middle.  It was cozy in a strange way and I loved being able to hug my girls in the same bed again!!! hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-1540326351759404637?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/1540326351759404637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/1540326351759404637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/still-27-nov-2009-our-hotel-was-along.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/SzDK-a7KicI/AAAAAAAAAHw/dbQ-7lTlTY0/s72-c/DSC_1139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-9086153964618177907</id><published>2009-12-21T02:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T21:43:40.274+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Current Affairs&quot;'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/Sy51LcLJOvI/AAAAAAAAAHo/2XPezFTsB6Y/s1600-h/DSC_1101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 171px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/Sy51LcLJOvI/AAAAAAAAAHo/2XPezFTsB6Y/s320/DSC_1101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417396241175231218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/Sy504cBmhcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/74qWzNNg_6w/s1600-h/DSC_1129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 157px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/Sy504cBmhcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/74qWzNNg_6w/s320/DSC_1129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417395914717693378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/Sy503ycHqnI/AAAAAAAAAHY/JzoNlzRqyos/s1600-h/DSC_1116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 164px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/Sy503ycHqnI/AAAAAAAAAHY/JzoNlzRqyos/s320/DSC_1116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417395903554628210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; November 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(160, 64, 255);font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are actually leaving for HK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;It was great to wake up knowing there was hardly anything needed doing / packing as we had done most of that the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;So, we dwaddled and did one more load of laundry, tidied up the house and cuddled the cats (although not enough was done)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;In the end, yup... we still had to cab it to the airport and got there too early to check in.  After meeting with Victor, we decided to have some lunch at Popeye's before getting checked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;God is good. Due to the fullness of flight, our hand carry luggage was checked into the plane right at the boarding gate, so we did not have to carry it in, making our boarding rather a breeze. =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Arriving at HK is really rather exciting.  This is the first time we visit HK without my mother around, not even as our tour guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;It makes our trip more 'free and easy' but definitely a lot more challenging.  HK has changed so much.  Anyway, we took a long time to look for the guide who was supposed to pick us up and send us to the hotel. The airport was so huge, we took some time before we can find the meeting point, by then, we missed one bus.  Then we went to the toilet, had a coffee, and waited for the guide - at the wrong place, and missed the bus again... in all, we were only able to get on the bus at 9.15 and get to the hotel by about &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1261335376_0"&gt;10 pm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;But, Hong Kong being the city that never sleeps, we were able to find some place for chow down about 10.30 and walked along Temple Street night market. Yes we did our first bit of shopping within hrs of landing... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-9086153964618177907?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/9086153964618177907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/9086153964618177907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-are-actually-leaving-for-hk-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/Sy51LcLJOvI/AAAAAAAAAHo/2XPezFTsB6Y/s72-c/DSC_1101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-414345008968686663</id><published>2009-11-02T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T22:30:47.612+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Stuff'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yippeee!!!  We are going to Hong Kong!!!!  I am excited, and apprehensive, as this time, we are not travelling with my mom and I am planning on the trip to China to see my dad.&lt;br /&gt;Just booked the tickets, which was plenty plenty expensive.  But I do believe it is God's will as He provided me with the extra funding for it. &lt;br /&gt;The girls are coming and I really would love to be able to meet up with friends.  Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;Hong Kong, here we come!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-414345008968686663?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/414345008968686663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/414345008968686663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/yippeee-we-are-going-to-hong-kong-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-646299446839470089</id><published>2009-10-13T00:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T00:13:35.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Providing for children is one of the privileges of parents.  It is also one of the great concerns.  I would have loved to provide more for the children, and give them anything and everything that is deemed fit and useful - not indulgence, but, giving the best head start possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wished I had started saving more, earlier.  Now everything seemed inadequate, except looking up to the Lord for direction, for provision...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-646299446839470089?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/646299446839470089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/646299446839470089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/providing-for-children-is-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-3481288135679004304</id><published>2009-10-12T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T00:06:55.523+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m still alive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Praise the Lord'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I totally loved how my birthday was celebrated.  We had stocked up on the spirits from our various trips and finally I realised that I was not gonna have any of 'em till THE day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed with great colleagues, the birthday was celebrated one day before with a nice yummy black forest cake... yummy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the day came and I was treated to a Swensen's ice cream and of course, the little get together in the evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party guests consists of both my friends and my daughter's, some of them are considered godsons and part of the family.  It was really nice to meet them, as we don't meet up as often as we liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't feel a year older.  More like, a year 'richer' and more blessed.  Yes, much has happened this year, besides work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An uncle lost, an old friend re-connected....  God is good, and He is still in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-3481288135679004304?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/3481288135679004304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/3481288135679004304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-totally-loved-how-my-birthday-was.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-3877450159025966244</id><published>2009-08-06T14:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T15:17:26.613+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My salvation was brought right into my face during the company's retreat last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;On 1 August, which was a Saturday, I received a call from my uncle in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Robert is not one for chitchat, so his calls always meant something, either good or bad. He then told me to let my mom know that her youngest brother, Uncle Johnny had died, aged 61.  Although we have no idea what it was that took his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a first generation Christian, I have failed to share my belief to my nearest and dearest, even my mother's 'conversion' was somewhat under confused state.  She had wanted to experience the peace that I had, and ended up being told to repeat the sinner's prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, reality kicks in... I know I am saved, but what about my family? Are they? Am I doing anything about it? What is it worth, my own salvation, when my loved ones are not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-3877450159025966244?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/3877450159025966244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/3877450159025966244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-salvation-was-brought-right-into-my.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-4195997577458754953</id><published>2009-07-11T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T23:55:22.946+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rants and Raves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mommy Diaries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Channel surfing brought me to this programme called "Mommy Diaries".  This episode was really poignant.  2 mothers were preparing themselves as well as their children for their demises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One mother was busy building up her memory box for her 2 teenage girls, with a 'mother's manual'.  In it, she wrote about her opinions on school, career, sex, dealing with misfortunes and other things that are normally 'caught' from mothers, rather than being 'taught'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another mother had sewed a patch work blanket for her older one, and now she felt the urgency to sew one for her younger one.  She also decided to marry her long term partner, father of her girls, so there would be a great happy event for the children to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both mothers are dying of cancer, neither sure how much time they have, except that it is limited. Both trying to put on a brave face, for their children, for their partners; both breaking down, lamenting lost opportunities of seeing their children graduate, or going to their proms, or just seeing them getting off the school bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also had little 'luggage tags' on which they wrote down each and every single thing they remember something about their children, like on one of the tags, the mother wrote " You got a great report card in your 6th grade, well done! Keep it up!"  These sweet memories help the mother to tell the children she loves them, one more time, and they help the children to remember the happier things and happier times when the mother is no longer around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a tinge of sadness watching the programme, but it does spur me to remember to tell my children how much I love them one more time, and perhaps start my own memory box for them, for we don't know when we are due to meet our Creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death really puts things into prospective doesn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-4195997577458754953?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/4195997577458754953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/4195997577458754953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/mommy-diaries-channel-surfing-brought.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-7353459076672170098</id><published>2009-07-11T21:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T23:18:05.896+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On 11 July1987, I woke up at Esther and John's home in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Camberwell&lt;/span&gt;, London and started slowly pampering myself.&lt;br /&gt;My father was waiting downstairs, solemn as he always was, all the more as he got himself all suited up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, my dear friends Adah and Sara arrived.  They looked lovely in their peach cocktail dresses with lace sashes. Actually I can't remember who made it, although I know the style was Adah's idea.&lt;br /&gt;They went upstairs, Sara busy with her make up and Adah, well, she always went '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;au&lt;/span&gt;-natural'...&lt;br /&gt;I had done my own make up, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;moussed&lt;/span&gt; my permed hair and slipped into my gown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes my gown - my wedding gown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 years ago today, my fiance and I got married, in front of over 200 family and friends.  We exchanged our vows, promising to love and care for each other, till death us do part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there was no death, but there was parting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I celebrate today, as we did have many happy memories, and without the wedding, the marriage, there would have been no children.  Perhaps the purpose of the marriage was the children, and an opportunity for us to learn: about life, about love, about the death of a relationship, so that we, in turn, could help others in similar situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I still would celebrate this day, and would still remember this day as my anniversary, and thank God for all that was, and is, and is to come.  Praise God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-7353459076672170098?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/7353459076672170098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/7353459076672170098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-11-july1987-i-woke-up-at-esther-and.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-3436461577612555650</id><published>2009-07-03T02:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T03:03:40.717+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>An original Angel has fallen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farah Fawcett, one of the original Charlies' Angels, died last week.&lt;br /&gt;She was gorgeous in her heydays, a model with legs up to her chest...&lt;br /&gt;Reminded me of Barbie doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course, the king of pop - MJ, a man who craved privacy as much as he craved publicity, in life, and in death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the guy who acted as Mike Stone in Streets of San Francisco, died in his sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death waits for no one and is probably the fairest of all. It comes to all, until then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how useful have we been in this life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrrrggghhhh... hate it when I can't sleep, coming out with such posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-3436461577612555650?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/3436461577612555650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/3436461577612555650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/original-angel-has-fallen-farah-fawcett.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-5284413770059822843</id><published>2009-07-03T01:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T19:53:29.017+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events / Eulogy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I heard from my girls that a 14 year old student jumped off a building instead of going to school yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty final and drastic action over some quarrels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; to leave notes to these friends telling them what she couldn't tell them when she was alive.&lt;br /&gt;No doubt they must be serious issues.&lt;br /&gt;Think I'd be haunted with a dreadful sense of guilt, especially if issues could have been resolved with understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; if I was one of those friends who couldn't have cared anyway, well, what did her death mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a waste of life..&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I have seen too many deaths, too many misfortunes; too many curve balls that I realise tomorrow can be a better day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to make it happen, that better day.  If not tomorrow, then the day after tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;One day, you will turn round, and realise that because of these curve balls, you learnt to duck better; you learnt to anticipate and adapt better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wish that she could have talked to somebody, anybody who could show her nothing deserved her paying the price with her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a waste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-5284413770059822843?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/5284413770059822843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/5284413770059822843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-heard-from-my-girls-that-14-year-old.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-1070985821594024215</id><published>2009-06-03T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T22:49:20.095+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, it was good bye to my dragonfly blog page and my no. 1 baby helped developed the current blog page...&lt;br /&gt;it is so nice! neat and very personal.&lt;br /&gt;Zipper, Natasha on the brown sofabed in our Mottingham home in London&lt;br /&gt;Baby 1 and 2 at the first rental home in Singapore at 241&lt;br /&gt;The last evening we spent in LA during the last trip....&lt;br /&gt;Memories... memories....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an emptiness inside me that i cannot put a finger on...................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-1070985821594024215?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/1070985821594024215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/1070985821594024215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-it-was-good-bye-to-my-dragonfly.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-4307358026788304854</id><published>2009-06-02T23:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T23:11:46.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ISN'T MY FIRSTBORN THEEEE BESTEST!&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-4307358026788304854?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/4307358026788304854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/4307358026788304854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/06/isnt-my-firstborn-theeee-bestest.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-5923737583383658239</id><published>2009-05-25T08:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T08:44:28.588+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I shall Die&lt;br /&gt;by Anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I shall die,&lt;br /&gt;I shall do it myself&lt;br /&gt;Nobody shall do it for me.&lt;br /&gt;When I am ready,&lt;br /&gt;I shall say,&lt;br /&gt;"Fin, stand me up",&lt;br /&gt;and I shall look&lt;br /&gt;and laugh merry.&lt;br /&gt;If I fall down,&lt;br /&gt;I shall be dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I am not infringing on&lt;br /&gt;any copy rights here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That poem was written by&lt;br /&gt;a semi-illiterate girl&lt;br /&gt;called Anna,&lt;br /&gt;who lived in the streets of London&lt;br /&gt;in the 1930s...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her short little life,&lt;br /&gt;with sadness and tragedy&lt;br /&gt;around her...&lt;br /&gt;She had some interesting&lt;br /&gt;insightful understanding&lt;br /&gt;of our God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is called&lt;br /&gt;"Mister God, This is Anna"&lt;br /&gt;by a guy simply known as&lt;br /&gt;Fynn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the book years ago&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, it kind of surfaced&lt;br /&gt;again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like some&lt;br /&gt;suppressed emotions&lt;br /&gt;forgotten memories...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-5923737583383658239?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/5923737583383658239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/5923737583383658239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-i-shall-die-by-anna-when-i-shall.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-7214035217557809483</id><published>2009-05-17T11:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T00:06:59.138+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw a stack of old receipts lying on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So naturally I went to pick them up, and in so doing rekindled some happier times....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The receipts were for simple stuff:&lt;br /&gt;towels, lipsticks and some tights.. so what's the big?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, they were bought from JCPenny, Nordstrom and Torrid respectively..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were from one of the last shopping trip in LA, US beginning of this year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, Christmas, New Year, Dad's 80th Birthday....&lt;br /&gt;Family... Cousins, Nephews...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing them dreadfully =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-7214035217557809483?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/7214035217557809483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/7214035217557809483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-saw-stack-of-old-receipts-lying-on.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-2511622780671036155</id><published>2009-05-11T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T00:04:18.344+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was a little belated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mother's Day" gift,&lt;br /&gt;But totally forgivable....&lt;br /&gt;When I indulged in a&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Relaxing&lt;br /&gt;Luxurious&lt;br /&gt;Spa-time EVER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang in the middle of town&lt;br /&gt;This haven is such&lt;br /&gt;a perfect&lt;br /&gt;Hide-away from town&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, no massages&lt;br /&gt;No facials&lt;br /&gt;just steam bath&lt;br /&gt;Jacuzzi, Whirlpool&lt;br /&gt;Cool plunge&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, it was&lt;br /&gt;COLD plunge...&lt;br /&gt;Healthy tea..&lt;br /&gt;Rest room..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean&lt;br /&gt;A room where&lt;br /&gt;one rests from&lt;br /&gt;the hard work of&lt;br /&gt;Jacuzzi, Whirlpool...&lt;br /&gt;Steam room....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's what&lt;br /&gt;I called&lt;br /&gt;A day off.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-2511622780671036155?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/2511622780671036155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/2511622780671036155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-was-little-belated-mothers-day-gift.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-1205760238871526474</id><published>2009-05-07T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T00:55:14.475+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am a grandma!!&lt;br /&gt;Actually this post is like&lt;br /&gt;Long time coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean...&lt;br /&gt;Baby is about, what,&lt;br /&gt;4 months old now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her arrival was really&lt;br /&gt;quite unexpected..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. aren't they always??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, her mommy&lt;br /&gt;Had some sleepless nights&lt;br /&gt;When baby just wouldn't settle&lt;br /&gt;No matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so playful&lt;br /&gt;We were at our wits' end&lt;br /&gt;had to take over&lt;br /&gt;couple of times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I minded..&lt;br /&gt;Did bring back memories though&lt;br /&gt;the mess&lt;br /&gt;the hair&lt;br /&gt;the cleaning up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long time&lt;br /&gt;since we have to&lt;br /&gt;care for someone&lt;br /&gt;so small...&lt;br /&gt;so vulnerable....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so 'manja'... hehe&lt;br /&gt;so nice to have her&lt;br /&gt;Cuddling up to us at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a cute lil thing...&lt;br /&gt;Ohoh... and she has her&lt;br /&gt;Very own collar&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; carrier too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took some getting used to,&lt;br /&gt;but Buttons is willing&lt;br /&gt;to wear the collar&lt;br /&gt;so long as it doesn't have a&lt;br /&gt;Bell...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-1205760238871526474?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/1205760238871526474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/1205760238871526474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-grandma-actually-this-post-is-like.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-3664535842406459822</id><published>2009-05-06T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T00:11:04.326+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'd gotten quite addicted&lt;br /&gt;to this Face book game&lt;br /&gt;"Word Play" or&lt;br /&gt;something like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's trying to&lt;br /&gt;make up as many words&lt;br /&gt;as you can in a limited&lt;br /&gt;time frame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has some variation&lt;br /&gt;and one of them&lt;br /&gt;is the word grid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my score ain't brill&lt;br /&gt;But since I am the only&lt;br /&gt;Other person to play it&lt;br /&gt;among my friends&lt;br /&gt;I am currently leading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked on it a bit tonight&lt;br /&gt;and hit a high score&lt;br /&gt;Guess what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The darn thing couldn't load&lt;br /&gt;so the high score&lt;br /&gt;ain't recorded....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't I just have&lt;br /&gt;all the luck??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-3664535842406459822?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/3664535842406459822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/3664535842406459822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/id-gotten-quite-addicted-to-this-face.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-6517583510569645902</id><published>2009-04-29T23:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:57:51.976+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really have to learn&lt;br /&gt;Not to count my chickens&lt;br /&gt;even though I may have been&lt;br /&gt;collecting eggs for a long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been getting some&lt;br /&gt;supplements to my income&lt;br /&gt;for about 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with helping&lt;br /&gt;some ex-students temporarily&lt;br /&gt;but somehow the students&lt;br /&gt;Stuck with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it came as a surprise&lt;br /&gt;when the mom came in&lt;br /&gt;and said she's stopping&lt;br /&gt;All tuitions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what she said...&lt;br /&gt;But I have my doubts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope&lt;br /&gt;This does not mean&lt;br /&gt;The time of God's Favour&lt;br /&gt;has come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the going is bad&lt;br /&gt;I yearn for God's favour&lt;br /&gt;to be upon me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the going got better&lt;br /&gt;I fear God's favour&lt;br /&gt;would not last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now seemed like&lt;br /&gt;What I feared most&lt;br /&gt;Became a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Increase in expenses&lt;br /&gt;Decrease in income...&lt;br /&gt;Gonna have to tough it out....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-6517583510569645902?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/6517583510569645902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/6517583510569645902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-really-have-to-learn-not-to-count-my.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-3785614470965685054</id><published>2009-04-28T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:27:17.684+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SWINE FLU ALERT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is swine flu alert&lt;br /&gt;all over the world as&lt;br /&gt;California, Mexico even Korea&lt;br /&gt;Has reported cases of&lt;br /&gt;People getting infected&lt;br /&gt;with the flu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, over 140 deaths&lt;br /&gt;were reported from Mexico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hospitals and our centre&lt;br /&gt;are now on Yellow alert&lt;br /&gt;pending Orange at any time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brought memories back&lt;br /&gt;from the SARS attack&lt;br /&gt;a few years back...&lt;br /&gt;Although this time&lt;br /&gt;it's a lot closer to home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my cold&lt;br /&gt;warranted me going&lt;br /&gt;back home to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt bad for the&lt;br /&gt;Work I left behind&lt;br /&gt;Although  I guess&lt;br /&gt;It's only wise&lt;br /&gt;for my fellow colleagues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So We have to be&lt;br /&gt;careful and keep healthy&lt;br /&gt;and be responsible&lt;br /&gt;by washing hands properly&lt;br /&gt;and stay home to rest when unwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care everyone&lt;br /&gt;Vitamin C, rest and&lt;br /&gt;Lots of water&lt;br /&gt;Common sense really, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-3785614470965685054?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/3785614470965685054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/3785614470965685054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/swine-flu-alert-there-is-swine-flu.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-3086456958982577082</id><published>2009-04-24T08:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T11:00:34.697+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CREDIT CARDS = DEBT CARDS&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times&lt;br /&gt;have we heard that on TV&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; how many times&lt;br /&gt;have we agreed&lt;br /&gt;but how many times&lt;br /&gt;have we taken heed??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ease of purchase&lt;br /&gt;The simplicity of acquisition&lt;br /&gt;The illusion of still having&lt;br /&gt;a decent bank balance!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching a programme&lt;br /&gt;"Till Debt Do Us Part"&lt;br /&gt;when most of the couples&lt;br /&gt;are challenged to put&lt;br /&gt;their house in order,&lt;br /&gt;so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is scary is that&lt;br /&gt;By projection&lt;br /&gt;Most of these couples&lt;br /&gt;Would have accumulated&lt;br /&gt;Their debts,&lt;br /&gt;Rather than consolidating them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The figures go up to&lt;br /&gt;hundreds of thousands...&lt;br /&gt;that's quite a few ZEROS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a rude awakening!&lt;br /&gt;With the recession&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; instability of jobs&lt;br /&gt;It is wise to be a bit&lt;br /&gt;prudent and&lt;br /&gt;spend much less than what&lt;br /&gt;one is used to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-3086456958982577082?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/3086456958982577082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/3086456958982577082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/credit-cards-debt-cards-how-many-times.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-7365624801302199284</id><published>2009-04-19T14:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T15:06:38.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am sick out of my skull today.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't felt this way for a long time&lt;br /&gt;When I was ploughing through&lt;br /&gt;The back log of stuff at work&lt;br /&gt;Worried sick about the&lt;br /&gt;Trouble I was in&lt;br /&gt;I wished I was sick&lt;br /&gt;So I need not go in to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the work done,&lt;br /&gt;The flu came!  Typical!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-7365624801302199284?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/7365624801302199284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/7365624801302199284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/am-sick-out-of-my-skull-today.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-3688284656609370037</id><published>2009-03-24T13:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T13:40:52.484+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/SchyT-jKKHI/AAAAAAAAAHA/WvjPysVlm9U/s1600-h/DSC_0248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/SchyT-jKKHI/AAAAAAAAAHA/WvjPysVlm9U/s320/DSC_0248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316625047644416114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma baby turned 18 last week.&lt;br /&gt;I attempted to throw her&lt;br /&gt;a surprise party....&lt;br /&gt;But she knew something was up&lt;br /&gt;and it has to do with&lt;br /&gt;her friends, and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, we had a good time&lt;br /&gt;actually we had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was suitably happy&lt;br /&gt;No one was performing the&lt;br /&gt;Mer-lion act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened a few days later&lt;br /&gt;was a totally different story&lt;br /&gt;At least that was at home&lt;br /&gt;and there were no&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassing scenes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange though&lt;br /&gt;Now that she is 18,&lt;br /&gt;She is not overly excited&lt;br /&gt;about all the 'legal age' stuff&lt;br /&gt;Probably because it really&lt;br /&gt;is no big for her... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby is all grown up now........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-3688284656609370037?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/3688284656609370037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/3688284656609370037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/ma-baby-turned-18-last-week.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/SchyT-jKKHI/AAAAAAAAAHA/WvjPysVlm9U/s72-c/DSC_0248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12755915.post-4865903019502079816</id><published>2009-02-22T23:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T23:23:23.849+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Think it's that time in&lt;br /&gt;One's life now...&lt;br /&gt;when one wonders&lt;br /&gt;at every cycle&lt;br /&gt;whether it could be&lt;br /&gt;the Last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different people&lt;br /&gt;suffer menopause&lt;br /&gt;Differently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we were always told&lt;br /&gt;Our mood swings&lt;br /&gt;get darn ... well&lt;br /&gt;swinging! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be warned girls,&lt;br /&gt;Your mood swings could include...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/MADMAM%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/MADMAM%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;Itchy, Bitchy, Sweaty,&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy Bloaty, Forgetful &amp;amp; Psycho...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12755915-4865903019502079816?l=storms-of-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/4865903019502079816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12755915/posts/default/4865903019502079816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storms-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/think-its-that-time-in-ones-life-now.html' title=''/><author><name>charisMA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03222595193048551014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQRE9KH7ubU/S5Exvqznf3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/UHH35BAYl3o/S220/mom+going+bonkers.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
