<?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-7924292</id><updated>2012-01-11T22:44:15.653+11:00</updated><title type='text'>MY.ne. ALL. MY.ne</title><subtitle type='html'>welcome to my world!! (muhahahaha).. im not much, just an ordinary girl living in Adelaide, Australia. Originally from Singapore though... so!! not much to say, you can see it in my blogs...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>234</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-3720487199566174160</id><published>2009-09-16T11:05:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2009-09-16T11:07:03.441+10:30</updated><title type='text'>My 24th Birthday!!</title><content type='html'>On Monday the 14th September, i turned 24 years of age... Thank you to all you guys who remembered me and sent me birthday wishes! i love all of you!!&lt;br /&gt;So ill tell you how me birthday night went down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially i told Josh that i didnt feel like celebrating on my actual day, given that i had to hand up all that crap (my tutorial, and draft of an assignment due) on Tuesday.. so we are going to celebrate on Friday! But i did expect at least a present!! ha ha I come home and he holds something small behind his back.. and im thinking "SCORE!! JEWELLERY!!" THEN he goes "Deb, i know u like surprises, so here's one for you!" With bated breath I wait in anticipation with a big smile on my face... then he pulls out... "A KINDER SURPRISE!!!"" at this point im thinking "he's hidden the jewellery in the kinder surprise? how can he do that? the chocolate looks intact..." then my world comes crashing down at this point when i do realise that it indeed, IS a Kinder Surprise. Not a Kinder Bueno (the good one) but the crappy egg. I GOT A BLOODY EGG!!! He must have seen my face at this point because he very quickly goes "well arent u going to open it!!!" I kinda smush the egg down on the table and proceed to check out dinner. The sweetheart has cooked me dinner!! Pasta no less!! So that part was nice, but the thing is, its nothing out of the ordinary.. and he's cooked me pretty fancy dinners (more than plain pasta with a tomato base with minced meat).. so we sit down infront of the TV (yes we are heaps romantic), and proceed with our dinner. Half way through i got thirsty (as you do), and asked him if there was any soft drink, Sprite or Grapetiser (sparkling grape juice) in the house? Well, you guessed it.. there was NONE.. and that was what set me off.. I mean, is it sooo wrong to want to drink GRAPETISERS on my BIRTHDAY? On usual days there is ALWAYS SOME SORT OF SOFT drink in the HOUSE!! But NOOOOOONE ON my birthday night! NOSIREEE!!!!! ZILCH! Just like the big fat egg i got as a present. I then proceed to crack a mini spaz and proclaim the virtues of drinking grapetisers, how i have a coupon to get 20% off grapetisers, how much i love grapetisers, and how much i would love to drink Grapetisers NOW.. i must have said the word "grapetisers" like fifty hundred billion times.. ha ah josh then goes "fine deb! lets go to COles. You will have your GRAPETISERS tonight okay?" And that was how we ended up at Coles on my birthday night, me on an all-expenses paid shopping trip and he being the provider of this. We bought like, 5 bottles of Grapetisers and YES  i did get to drink my grapetisers on that night! ha ha To add insult to injury i discovered in the chocolate aisle, that Kinder Surprise eggs were REDUCED and selling cos they had to get rid of the stock... thats why he didnt bloody buy me a kinder bueno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Tuesday night i come home and he presents me with this yellow capsule and goes "wanna help me make the toy Deb?" It takes like 30 secs for me to register and im like "U ATE MY KINDER SURPRISE?!!" to which he goes "opps" and runs away!!! ha ha He also cooked me dinner on Tuesday, which we had Asian food!! =0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-3720487199566174160?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/3720487199566174160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=3720487199566174160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/3720487199566174160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/3720487199566174160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-24th-birthday.html' title='My 24th Birthday!!'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-3525306701684895643</id><published>2009-07-10T23:04:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2009-07-10T23:15:17.931+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Come Home Soon..</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't been writing ever since we got married, but this is my first night alone, without Josh, and I haven't quite yet figured out what else to do. Josh has gone camping with a couple of his mates, and wont be back till late saturday afternoon. Initially I thought "wow this is fantastic!! Finally a little "ME" downtime!!" Let me tell you, I am LOVING IT!! After work today I went to the city for a relaxing massage, came home and proceeded to give the dog a shower, cook dinner for One and set myself up very comfortably, and snug with a whole lotta DVD girly serieses like Sex and the City and Gilmore Girls - series that only I, as a woman will watch (and that Josh will ban).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh has gone camping up near Cape Jervis, which is like a 2 hour drive from Adelaide. When I say camping, dont think crappy wooden bunks shared with 35 other people, and meals all nicely catered and everything provided for. When I say "Camping", I mean sleeping in a tent, on the floor, in a sleeping bag. Out in the cold. Its raining down cats and dogs here in Adelaide, and I think it'll be so much worse in Cape Jervis. Today it got dark at around 4.30pm. And it was rainy, windy and cold. I am so glad I am in my nice, snug warm bed with a heater next to me. Not even Josh's self proclaimations of 'I'll come back a MAN deb just YOU SEE!!" tempts me to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come home soon honey. Milo, Charlie and I cannot wait to see you. But ill bet you cant wait to see us (or the sight of your bed) more.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-3525306701684895643?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/3525306701684895643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=3525306701684895643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/3525306701684895643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/3525306701684895643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2009/07/come-home-soon.html' title='Come Home Soon..'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-5923074295737081214</id><published>2009-04-27T15:58:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2009-04-27T15:58:59.346+10:30</updated><title type='text'>5 more days..</title><content type='html'>In 1 days time, my sisters &amp; dad are boarding a plane to come to Adelaide.&lt;br /&gt;In 2 days time, I will see them for the first time in 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;In 3 days time, my brother is flying in from Sydney and I will see him.&lt;br /&gt;In 4 days time, my other rellies are flying in from Sydney &amp; Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All for the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 5 days time, I will be married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like it or love it, I will be Mrs Joshua Pak. I will have a family of my own – a small little 2 person household, but a family nonetheless. No longer will I be alone anymore. Charlie and Milo will have a live-in father figure (HA HA HA.. okay ill stop here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excitement, nervousness (what if it rains), happiness, sadness, and all the emotions of the rainbow pulsate through me this week. Precious time is spent with my family and just being with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my mum and grandma are here, I haven’t spent much time with Josh. I have only seen him about 2 -3 times this week (as compared to the manic 5-7 days in a week that I see him and spend time with him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our respective Hens Lunches and Bucks Night this weekend. It turned out to be soo much fun and enjoyment. Special thanks to my bridesmaids here – Joy and Serena for organising. And Thanks too for the people who bothered to come for it!! Appreciate and love you guys heaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-5923074295737081214?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/5923074295737081214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=5923074295737081214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/5923074295737081214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/5923074295737081214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2009/04/5-more-days.html' title='5 more days..'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-7627893603729062326</id><published>2009-04-13T22:04:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:20:46.652+10:30</updated><title type='text'>A New Era..</title><content type='html'>Today was Easter Monday, and hence, a public holiday in Australia. I spent most of the day throwing out most of my study. My uni notes, accumulated over the course of the 7 years i spent in Australia. The ever growing pile of Uni Notes, which I religiously and painstakingly lugged from accomodation to accomodation. Yes, I decided enough was enough. Let this throwing out signify the end of a fantastic chapter of my life - my singlehood. True, I had to restrain myself from diving into my recycling bin and retrieving my precious cargo - i worked hard on those notes and i do consider them my blood, sweat and tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its the start of a New Era. In less than 3 weeks, I will be hence known as Mrs Joshua Pak. I will have to share my humble 2 bedroom abode with someone. I will have to take someone else into consideration in everything I do. No longer will I be able to say that I live by myself. No longer will I be able to say that I am alone. From now on, it will be a WE instead of an I. I cant wait to live with Josh. I cant wait to start the next chapter of our lives - together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In less than 3 days, I will be welcoming my grandma and mother. THey are coming up for the wedding! I am soo excited, and feel so blessed to be able to share this with my family - the most important priority for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-7627893603729062326?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/7627893603729062326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=7627893603729062326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/7627893603729062326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/7627893603729062326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-era.html' title='A New Era..'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-1350595378162144354</id><published>2009-01-24T17:58:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T18:04:41.531+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Women can do anything..</title><content type='html'>If you know me, I NEVER prune my garden or take care of it. But lately its gotten quite out of hand, to the point where i cant stand going into my garden sanctuary.. so i knew something had to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After weeks and weeks of Josh and me saying "we will do it next weekend when we're free", i got frankly, quite sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brilliant idea occurred to me this afternoon - Why dont i try it myself?!! But along with this idea, doubts and fear set in.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've never done this before by myself.. what if i cant handle it??"&lt;br /&gt;"What if it turns out reallly badly looking??"&lt;br /&gt;"What if i accidentally snip off part of charlie's head?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After wrestling with the idea, rational set in:&lt;br /&gt;"There's always a first for everything; how will you know if you dont give it a go??"&lt;br /&gt;"IF it turns out really bad, you and CHarlie are the only ones that are going to look at it, so whatever!"&lt;br /&gt;"YOu WONT charlie is really short, and just keep him away from the scissors"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe photos of my victory are up on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Women can so do anything, without having to rely on anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-1350595378162144354?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/1350595378162144354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=1350595378162144354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/1350595378162144354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/1350595378162144354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2009/01/women-can-do-anything.html' title='Women can do anything..'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-6176668952931761337</id><published>2009-01-13T11:00:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:02:12.341+11:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Will he be alright? Is everything going to be okay?? &lt;br /&gt;Will they find something horribly wrong with him??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these questions play through my mind as I get ready to drop him off. This morning when I was dressing him I just couldn’t help realizing how quickly time passes. He’s nearly grown up. My little boy is becoming a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today little Charlie is getting The Cut. In other words, he is getting spayed. Poor guy.. yes he has reached the 6 month adolescent stage where he is starting to hump Milo. No he is not gay, its just.. hormones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that&lt;br /&gt;- Everything will be fine &lt;br /&gt;- He will have an easy surgery.&lt;br /&gt;- They wont find any complications&lt;br /&gt;- He will be well enough for me to spoil tonight and the rest of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-6176668952931761337?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/6176668952931761337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=6176668952931761337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/6176668952931761337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/6176668952931761337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-3511085346262758820</id><published>2009-01-06T11:48:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T11:51:06.258+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real World Beckons darl..</title><content type='html'>I am sooo thoroughly exhausted. Every single part of me, physically and emotionally, aches. Partly due to Touch Footy in Singapore that was friggin awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for coming to send me off. I couldn’t believe how nice everyone was. Its been like 7 years and each year everyone of you guys still come to the airport in one whole big group, and send me off. I mean, I just really, really appreciate u all making the effort and taking the time to do this.. sorry im getting abit emotional at the moment, and if I write a big thank you to everyone right now I think I would burst into tears, and since I’m at work at the moment, it would be soo weird (my boss sits in the next cubicle to me). Actually im feeling like I could burst into tears at any given point today but we shall not go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say?&lt;br /&gt;I just really miss you guys right now. I had a great time in Singapore but honey, the real world gently beckons again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to sound dramatic but…&lt;br /&gt;When I walked through the airport gates (okay, well more like, ran), I felt like well, I was being torn into two pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are aspects of my life that I love in Singapore, and there are the tiny little everyday aspects of my life here in good old Adelaide, South Australia. Hell, I love every single thing about living in Adelaide. The friends, the house, the job, the car, the gym (I even have a gym buddy!!) I can see myself living here forever and ever amen. I mean lets face it, I love the Australian way of life and I love being (well, partly, bloody Australian). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the Australian landscape and its curious beauty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the weather and its seasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Aussie life and being part Aussie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Job – its comfortable and what Singapore will call slack, even by Aussie standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the people I work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my dog Charlie, and my cat Milo. And I love living with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love going to the gym in the evenings (and some early mornings), sweating it out (sometimes with Serena) and planning my health and fitness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being soo independent, having to budget from week to week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my car and my house (I can actually say its my house, one that im paying off).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Josh and his family. I love that he has a family here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my church life, what I do and what im about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality, I love everything about this life, and I mean everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the family and friends that I’ve grown up with in Singapore. I don’t know everything and I don’t have all the facts about moving back to Singapore. I think that I may not even enjoy the lifestyle, especially the one where u stay in Singapore to work, not for a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do know how it feels at night when there is no one there but you. I swear one of the only things keeping me sane is actually listening to my dog snore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know what a panic attack feels like at 2am in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;The worst one I had was when I actually bought my dog Charlie and Josh had to come over at 1am to reassure me that everything was going to be alright and he was there for us and he was a part of the whole “getting a dog” idea. I was a wreck and tears were streaming down my face. Crying soo hard that I couldn’t even breathe and mucus was all over my face, yet how nice was he to reassure me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know how it feels to come home to an empty house.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know what it is to feel like an outsider in a place where families are all around galore but not mine. Its like a kid standing outside a big crowded lolly shop in the middle of winter; in the cold, rain and wind just looking hungrily at all the lollies, wishing with all heart that he/she could be inside that shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know what loneliness is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know now why Aussies drink so much (ha ha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God give me direction I don’t know what to do. Move to Singapore or not? &lt;br /&gt;I need direction and I need peace and I need to sleep. Sleep without interruption. A dreamless sleep... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-3511085346262758820?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/3511085346262758820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=3511085346262758820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/3511085346262758820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/3511085346262758820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2009/01/real-world-beckons-darl.html' title='The Real World Beckons darl..'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-8347232533534339478</id><published>2008-12-02T10:58:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T11:10:19.461+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A tribute to Nick Tan</title><content type='html'>I first met you in GRIP, AACC’s youth program through playing in the band with you. You were an amazing and talented electric guitarist, and brought to the band a uniquely truly “Nick” original sound and feel. I remember your little brown guitar case with the red felt, and your teeny tiny brown amp, to which I constantly marvel at how much sound came out of it. I remember telling you to stop tuning your guitar which you did after like, every song. I remember Josh yelling at the entire band to shut up after going off your own tangents and playing your songs ha ha (for some reason most of which John Mayer songs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember your optimism, and your willingness and passion to serve. I loved the assuredness that you gave me when you said you were going to play. I felt assured and safe because I knew you got my back every single time. Giving you lifts to and from church was a pleasure. You were always polite and punctual, never making me wait for too long outside on Sunday mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you said you were changing churches to Paradise I really didn’t blame you. That was the last I heard of you until I discovered you were a constant fixture at my cousins place, having become one of Ashleigh’s best friends. I remember once going to her place, and chancing on a home made video of the two of you stuffing around at a Maccas Playground. You guys looked soo happy and carefree. You were constantly at their house for dinners, and just hanging around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention the great sense of humour you had? Josh used to say his small group sessions were so much lightened by you cracking joke after joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard what happened, it was just shock. Seeing my cousins and aunty, and the rest of the church crying and grieving for you just cemented it. Reading your legacy on facebook has just made us realise even more what a great person you are, and how many people whose lives you have impacted. I hope you are able to read your facebook, looking down from heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick, it was such a pleasure and honour knowing you and serving with you. One day, we’ll see each other again Mate. We love you and we will continue to honour you. You will always, always live on in our hearts and in our memories.&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-8347232533534339478?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/8347232533534339478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=8347232533534339478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/8347232533534339478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/8347232533534339478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2008/12/tribute-to-nick-tan.html' title='A tribute to Nick Tan'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-4621715109359765419</id><published>2008-11-24T10:43:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T10:44:20.682+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my CottonOn Body bath robe</title><content type='html'>Yesterday afternoon and night was one of the most relaxing weekends. I spent the afternoon basically eating junk on the couch, with Milo and Charlie (play) fighting. I also cleaned up my study room, cleaned my toilet bowl, mopped part of my floors and did the laundry. Straightened out the bedroom too.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then came the fun part.. the relaxing. Afew weeks ago I had actually gotten a luxury bath robe from Cotton On Body during my shopping spree in Harbourtown.. the only reason why I got it was because it had fallen in price from about $59 bucks to $15!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way, I actually judge myself for not buying one sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my long, hot shower, it was like wrapping your PJed up body up in a nice, soft furry blue (okay did I mention soft?!!) I even had the urge to paint my nails ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I am going out to get another one.. as soon as I can be bothered getting out of this… top this off with a full body moisturise, a face mask and a good movie on TV.. and Bob’s Ur uncle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would recommend this to anyone – the pubescent teenager, the frazzled mom, just anyone who wants a night of full relaxation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah anyway!! Only 11 more days away from Singapore!!!!! WHOO HOOO.&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-4621715109359765419?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/4621715109359765419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=4621715109359765419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/4621715109359765419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/4621715109359765419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-my-cottonon-body-bath-robe.html' title='Oh my CottonOn Body bath robe'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-1145839614562234865</id><published>2008-11-06T10:44:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T10:45:18.711+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I Thank God for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, its been awhile since I’ve blogged, but so much has happened since then – the engagement, the wedding planning… so here goes a little of what’s been happening in my life so far..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, I thank God for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, 24th October 2008, Josh proposed to me!!! Though we talked about it, and I knew it was coming, it still came as abit of a surprise (well, who proposes on a Friday night?!! Ha ha) It was the sweetest most romantic and perfect moment.. if time could stand still, I would be the happiest girl on the planet ever..&lt;br /&gt;When I came home, he lined the floor floors of the lounge, dining and laundry room (that leads to the back garden where I have a pergola type setting) with lighted candles. In each room that I passed, he put a laptop screensaver up with words like “Its been 6 years”… Finally” so I kind of got the idea  In the dining room he put up a short paragraph that I cant even remember what he wrote, I think by this time I was getting deliriously happy, and then I walked out to the back yard. He simply filled my back yard with candles, and was standing in the middle with 2 champagne glasses, and a temporary ring…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I must have called the whole of Singapore that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you Josh. Your name is constantly on my mind. You are my first thought when I wake up every morning, and my last before bed (mind you sometimes that’s not always a good thought after a fight with you but nonetheless). I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. I really can’t. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have to Thank God for allowing this to happen to us because without him, none of this is even remotely possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-1145839614562234865?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/1145839614562234865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=1145839614562234865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/1145839614562234865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/1145839614562234865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2008/11/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-2727615642306880675</id><published>2008-10-21T11:05:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T11:07:34.557+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gym from a different perspective</title><content type='html'>Serena joined my gym on Saturday!! Since her house is right smack in between my office and the gym, plus the fact that we are both what we call “evening people” (ie, we are NOT morning people haha) we decided it just made a lot of sense to start working out together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, of last night, we have embarked on a fitness regime!! Granted, we took things a little easier last night due to the fact that I hadn’t been to the gym in almost a month, and it was Serena’s first time at Goodlife. We did 2 classes to start – Hi Lo and Body Combat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was awesome. Serena did so incredibly well on her first day there and I am so proud of her!!!! I am even more excited, and really looking forward to this!!! Working out with a close, best girlfriend is so much more interesting, inspiring (I never thought I would be able to pull off the first class) and motivating and I’d so recommend this to anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some snippets that sent me into convulsions of laughter last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serena:  The instructor blinks a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Deb:  Really? I never noticed before. &lt;em&gt;(Stares intently at the instructor)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deb:  OMG he DOES TOO!! How in the world didn’t I notice before &lt;em&gt;(This  is after being in his class since the start of this year)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serena:  Deb you idiot!! hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;******************** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructor: Alrighty on the floor people! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(After doing about 3 pushups…)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serena (gasping): I cant do anymore!!! &lt;em&gt;(sprawls out on the floor)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deb:  Bursts into loud laughter &lt;em&gt;(mind you we were somewhere in the front of the room)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructor: KEEEEPPPPPP PPUSSSSHHHIIINNNGGG!!!!!!! ITTTSS OKKAAYY!!! &lt;br /&gt;Deb &amp; Serena:  Starts laughing harder.&lt;br /&gt;    ************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serena:  Deb, I can see that guy’s nipple! Its HANGING OUT!! EEEWWWW &lt;em&gt;(Explanation: This guy in the front corner of the room was wearing lycra short, SHORT pants, and a hot pink wife beater top that was waay too big, and he was about 65)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deb:  He’s a GUY? Okay, stop looking at him and just face forward and focus on the moves!!!! (he was in our corner vision)&lt;br /&gt;Serena:  I CAN’T STOP looking at him!! EEEWWWWWWWW&lt;br /&gt;Deb &lt;em&gt;(furtively glances at the guy):&lt;/em&gt; EEEWWWWW is that his NIPPLE RING?!! That’s disgusting!!!&lt;br /&gt;Deb &amp; Serena: EEEEWWWWWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;                                ************************&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-2727615642306880675?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/2727615642306880675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=2727615642306880675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/2727615642306880675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/2727615642306880675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2008/10/gym-from-different-perspective.html' title='The Gym from a different perspective'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-1544413963257961554</id><published>2008-10-09T14:06:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T14:06:54.593+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Rationale of Dressing Up.</title><content type='html'>I HATE dressing up. &lt;br /&gt;I HATE putting make up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;br /&gt;WHY do I have to dress-up?&lt;br /&gt;WHY do I have to use cosmetics and do myself up?! WHY WHY WHY WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE physical appearances THAT important? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND GIVE ME A REASON BEYOND THE SUPERFICIAL. I NEED TO KNOW WHY IM DOING THIS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes – you see it everyday caked, plastered and (sometimes, smeared) on various individuals who waltz in and out of your otherwise mundane day-to-day activities. &lt;br /&gt;I recently spent a particularly relaxing Monday curled up on the couch watching movies and TV with Charlie, Milo and later Josh (NB: all of whom I know couldn’t give a rats bum what I physically look like).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sadly.. as I’ve come to realise…in my (ahem) professional line of work both as a financial planner and training as a voice teacher (which right now I may or may not complete but that’s another story we shall not go there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!!! You do have to dress up. &lt;br /&gt;YES!!  You do have to use make-up and cosmetics.&lt;br /&gt;YES!!! Physical appearances are important in this world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I am a working professional. In all honesty, bothering to dressing up makes me feel good about myself. If I take pride in my appearance and dress to fit the occasion, I boost my confidence, and in turn, my clients trust in me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I am relational. People relate to what they know. In society, that’s what people do. They (well vast majority) dress up everyday. They choose what they wear, and they carefully apply stroke by stroke their make up to almost perfection. By implementing this in my own life, I am in actual fact (okay if I do it right), putting people more at ease. My face becomes somewhat easier to look at and relate to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because leaving a good impression is important. In the first 10 seconds they meet you, people have formed a conclusion about you. And, having nothing else to go on except your face (and physical appearance), its important for you to make them feel comfortable with you. Smiling helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressing up and make up was always an awkward subject when I was growing up. I must admit I was (okay, am) lucky enough to have best friends like Jamie, Rachel and Mann that corrected my every fashion faux pas every Sunday when we had to dress up for church. Later when we hit our late teenage years, they very kindly took me out shopping for cosmetics and clothes and taught me how to wear make up. Terms like “Eye-shadow, foundation, blusher, brushes” were pretty much foreign to me until they came along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now at 23 years of age this subject of a fashion sense has more than once breached my conscious. But just recently, the art of dressing up and looking good is no longer something that I do just for the luxury of looking good, but for the deeper reasons of relating to people, and for the sake of my career haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-1544413963257961554?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/1544413963257961554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=1544413963257961554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/1544413963257961554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/1544413963257961554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2008/10/rationale-of-dressing-up.html' title='Rationale of Dressing Up.'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-2363103236028598076</id><published>2008-10-03T12:26:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:28:24.079+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Failure is an event, NOT a person.</title><content type='html'>***ZOOOUUUCCCHH!!****&lt;br /&gt;As Tiffany would say, I’m back from Oblivion. This past period has been, well, wonderful and yet, its also been a time of stretching, growing, and realising that the path you’ve planned for yourself (so perfectly I may add) may not end up being what God intends for you. (Gosh I sound so spiritual don’t I??).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failure is an event, and is NOT a person. So you may say that you failed at doing something. True you did, but it was something that you did in the past. YOU, the Person, are not a failure. Guard your thoughts well!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this doing this hurts, and it’s a painful process, one that takes time, but the main thing is to pick yourself off the floor, or off whatever deep hole that you’ve dug (oh trust me, bottomless pits count as holes too!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dust the self-pity, anxiety, worry off and tell yourself to remain calm, relaxed and just breathe. And you learn, and you’ll grow from this. This is what makes you a stronger person, and I guess how God moulds you into the person He’s purposed that you will become. And learn to trust and depend on God and not do your own thing in your own strength….  Also, take cover and refuge in people that love you and want the best for you – Family and Friends that support you and love you for who you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on a lighter note, Thanks to all of yous for remembering my birthday! (Fine I know this is belated but oh well its not too late is it!?!) If you didn’t remember my birthday, I still like you anyway but WHERE ARE MY PRESENTS!? LOL &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh bought me The Coffee Machine. Note, its not A coffee machine, but THE coffee machine – the Nespresso Delonghi N 99 model. Well, he actually bought the wrong model, and I exchanged it for this!! I am still in awe of my “The Coffee Machine” and its brightly coloured pods. And the Milk frother is to die for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 20th Sept 08, we added another member to our family. His name is Charlie, and he is a Maltese/Shit-tzu puppy born on 21/07/2008. He is the most adorable and gorgeous little being I’ve ever known, though I will admit that he is Bloody Hard Work. I spent about 3 hours in the pet shop with Joy, just worrying and deciding on whether or not to get him. And then at night I had a major freak out because I was just thinking of the responsibilities involved (&lt;em&gt;Not that I hadn’t already thought about it, you know how when things just hit you sometimes??) &lt;/em&gt;But anyway, he is settling well with his brother Milo. They have fights and chase each other around the room quite a lot, but im sure in time they will settle down more. (AWWWWWWWW) LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just wanna say how much your support and love has meant to me. Its actually literally carried me during those times at night where I feel like I couldn’t possibly do anything else but lay in bed and cry.. Thanks for being there, even coming over at 12am and then going home at 1.30am when I know you have to work the next day.. I have a million things to say to you but I’m not going to increase the size of your head any further – it may swell up and burst and then you’ll die (and then ILL be sad cos its ALL ABOUT ME isn’t it!!  LOL)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna say that you are my rock, and you are my world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-2363103236028598076?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/2363103236028598076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=2363103236028598076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/2363103236028598076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/2363103236028598076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2008/10/failure-is-event-not-person.html' title='Failure is an event, NOT a person.'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-3697602209847433683</id><published>2008-09-07T20:24:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2008-09-07T20:39:23.782+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Marcus &amp; Jeanne's Wedding</title><content type='html'>On Saturday, Josh and me had the prilevege and honour of witnessing, and celebrating with this lovely couple their union of marriage. This is our 2nd wedding we have been to this year so far. Jeanne and Marcus met four years ago at AACC, thats how we got to know them too. I think I literally saw Marcus's jaw hit the floor when he first laid eyes on her. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have honestly never seen Marcus so happy.&lt;br /&gt;Jeanne was radiant.. there was a glow about her. &lt;br /&gt;The weather, was perfect. Blue skies and sunny, it was the perfect spring day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love weddings.&lt;br /&gt;I also love reception dinners, and not just because of the food. The traditional couple's first dance was absolutely stunning. The speeches were really good too. I almost cried - my cheeks now hurt from smiling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soo, so happy for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-3697602209847433683?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/3697602209847433683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=3697602209847433683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/3697602209847433683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/3697602209847433683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2008/09/marcus-jeanne.html' title='Marcus &amp; Jeanne&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-1678129598683366136</id><published>2008-09-03T19:01:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2008-09-03T19:09:13.928+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Mushroommm soup!!</title><content type='html'>The remanants of my pasta soup washed away being Tuesday night, i embarked upon taking upon myself a new challenge: I would learn how to make (thick) mushroom soup.. from scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding the receipe was easy enough - there are hundreds upon thousands of 'em on Google. I used the first one i came across that didnt seem like too much of a gourmet (timewaster). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out well!! :) In fact it turned out soo well that i arranged (okay, co-erced) Josh to come down and have it for dinner even though his basketball game ended at 10pm. I also cooked a chicken snitzel for him to go with my mushroom soup.&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, i made him a little lunch pack with.. you guessed it!! MUSHROOM SOUP!! I am soo proud..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha but now im out of mushroom soup. Damnit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-1678129598683366136?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/1678129598683366136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=1678129598683366136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/1678129598683366136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/1678129598683366136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2008/09/mushroommm-soup.html' title='Mushroommm soup!!'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-5675780233512801747</id><published>2008-08-31T23:21:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2008-08-31T23:31:33.216+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Pasta Sauce!!</title><content type='html'>On Saturday night, we went out and celebrated Jeanne's Hen's Night! She is one of my friends who is getting married next saturday!! WHOO HOO Congratulations Jeanne!! (im sure u will see alot of pics on facebook!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a quiet, but good day. Although I was late (and in turn made Josh late) for church.So after we had lunch at the food court as usual, and then, for the first time this year (I am NOT exaggerating), instead of playing dota with the guys, he actually went shopping with me!! And not only that, he actually accompanied me on my errands (ie, grocery shop at Coles for staples, grocery shop at the Fresh Food suppliers for healthy veg)!! THank you hun!! i had a good time looking at laptops in the city, AND in office works. I then dropped him home, and drove home. Spent a lazy afternoon with Milo curled up infront of the TV, unloaded the groceries, did my laundry, folded my clothes, did the dishes.. and.. cooked dinner for the next few days!!! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKay here's the background:&lt;br /&gt;Afew months back, Aaron came over for dinner, and he cooked this amazing seafood pasta sauce..from scratch!! Not only did that save him alot of money (premade pasta sauce costs about $3 a jar as compared to diced tomatoes that are 39 cents a can) So i decided that i would incorporate that into my otherwise limited receipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear i did everything he did!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, not only did the freaking pasta sauce look like a bloody soup, there wasnt really much taste to it. (Think i added too much water!!). But oh well, its passable as my first attempt.. so much so that thats what ill be eating for the whole of Monday and Tuesday's meals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well! There's always Wednesday.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-5675780233512801747?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/5675780233512801747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=5675780233512801747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/5675780233512801747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/5675780233512801747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2008/08/sunday-pasta-sauce.html' title='Sunday Pasta Sauce!!'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-187283015710996152</id><published>2008-08-28T00:53:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2008-08-28T01:12:32.998+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why is it that when you are depressed, you dont feel like doing anything you like doing? Even if you have all the time, the freedom and maybe the money (not that i have any) in the world.. Whats the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i get depressed all i do is want to sleep. Yes, i sleep alot when im sad, hurt, angry, confused or depressed. I hide in my bed, and i get under my covers, maybe turn my heater on, hold Milo for abit, put my head into my pillow, and away i go. The TV helps to drown out the silence. Monday night was superbad. I got to bed at 8.30pm.. and stayed there till 1pm the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is leaving so DAMN hard??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again im at this place.. which i thought id left so far behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cant break it to my heart..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-187283015710996152?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/187283015710996152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=187283015710996152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/187283015710996152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/187283015710996152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-is-it-that-when-you-are-depressed.html' title=''/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-8494325537094874388</id><published>2008-08-25T16:55:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2008-08-25T16:56:27.226+10:30</updated><title type='text'>My Singapore Holiday..</title><content type='html'>I’m back in good old Adelaide. This past week was sooo, incredibly much fun!!&lt;br /&gt;Some highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My Grandfather’s birthday dinner, not to mention all the other family lunches and dinners that we had together as a family. I miss them already. Be it Soup Kitchen, or just chillin at Mama’s house.. was soo good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Sunday lunch sessions with the youth – riding in Zq’s and Amy’s cars.. changing songs on their iPods with Shu Ai. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Miss Clarity Café with Sash, Amy, Shu Ai, Sam. Haha the BETS we MADE. I won a bet.. and then seconds later being smashed to the ground by zq’s sms that brought diplomacy. Hahaha I STILL OWE Sash 3 bucks but oh well he’ll forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Herbs and Spices Indian (free pappadum) dinner with Gene, Rach, Shu Ai, Sam, Bec, Zq, Amy &amp; Sash. Hahah and I AM NOT A CHEAPPOO… Sam is rich btw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Playing Pictionary as a team with Sashi – WE ROCK!! WE MADE IT! THOUGH WE HAD OUR BACKS UP AGAINST THE WALL..- our song anthem. hahahahaha *Dances our Victory Dance while Sam, Shu Ai and Bec look on.. DEFEATED!!!* We definitely have to do that again. (okay for further clarifications, go to Sam’s blog and view her tagboard and posts)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jogging with Sashi (&amp; Pastor Wilson) – First, Sash and me jogged at Pierce Reservior – he must have done at least 5km, whilst I aka the slacker, did about 2.5-3km, and walked half the way. Then on Thursday, Sashi and Pastor Wilson and I did a run at East Coast Park – They ran and I walked ALL THE WAY.. Haha but it was such a nice walk, with the slight breeze and the seaview… how romantic. Haha I was walking by myself whilst sash n pastor Wilson were sooo far ahead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The times spent hanging with my sisters, Sam and Bec (and Sashi) haha. In Sash’s car, going places with Sam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Late Night Supper with Shu Ai, where we learnt bout our love languages (and those around us too). Btw, I think my love language is primarily spending quality time with others, and through the touch. What’s yours??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The msning, and smsing with various people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hanging with Gaius – was an awesome catch up session, AYE?! AHAHAHAH. (well, for me). Don’t know how he felt.. I bet it was good for him too though haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The High-Tea at Marriott Hotel combined with a Swissotel stayover on the 56th floor, with three of my best friends, Rach, Jame and Mann to cap things off. This was the ultimate girls night.. high tea, shopping, more shopping, movies, facial masks, foot spas (in the bath tub), hair dyeing, manicures and pedicures.. you name it!!! Talking, laughing, eating Maccas and catching up, sleeping.. Smelli and Smelly right Jame? Haha. There was even a fireworks display just for us (okay, and the whole of Singapore) to watch but we caught it live at City Hall. I miss all of you very much. I love that we can pick up where we left off, and never even miss a beat. I love that after 22 years, we’re still all really, really, really close friends. I love that no matter what I do or say (and believe me, that can be a lot), you guys still love and accept me and still talk to me no matter how angry I make you. Hahahaha. EMAIL ME AHHHH and DON’T TELL ME UR TIRED/SLEEPY. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The airport. How you guys came to send me off. Thank you!! Esp to Sash – thanks for the present!! I cant believe you gave me that!!!  Haha I really appreciate it. My eyeballs nearly fell out of my sockets when I saw it. And also Thanks to Derek, Huimin, Zq, Amy, Max, Jaylord, Jeremiah, Sash and my whole family for coming to send me off. T3 is sooo damn big I nearly missed my flight running towards Gate 13. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Only about.. 102 more days to go.. yes pple.. haha&lt;br /&gt;It was a fantastic holiday. &lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-8494325537094874388?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/8494325537094874388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=8494325537094874388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/8494325537094874388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/8494325537094874388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-singapore-holiday.html' title='My Singapore Holiday..'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-802299326161999013</id><published>2008-08-14T13:35:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2008-08-14T13:41:14.235+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>Before I say something incriminating, just for the record, I will say that No, I am not a Nazi. No, I am not a perfectionist. And, No, I am not a control freak. I will say, however, that I am a healthy and fit individual that leads a successful, well-balanced, happy and fulfilling life, with people (and cats) in it to love and be thankful for.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as most of you know, during the course of the year, I break living my life into mini sections, and each one of these sections ends with a break or holiday. Be it on annual leave days, or on long weekends, jetting of to Sydney, or Kangaroo Island or Burra (a small mining town that is 200Km out of Adelaide) or Singapore (in about a day’s time), its always a good, welcoming break. A chance for me to take a step back and re-evaluate the general direction of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a firm believer that I don’t have to wait for success to come for me to start living like I’m a success. I also believe that how you live is completely by your choice. Maybe afterwhich then someone or some incident shines a spotlight on your life, then people start taking notice of your successes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are the seedlings of reality. Goals and direction in life are both very awesome to have, but if I don’t start putting little tiny steps towards these in my everyday life, all I’ll have is dreams, that will or may never be fulfilled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, before I close the section of June to August 2008 (my last mini-break was in June), I need to stop and take a look at my life and ask the hard questions…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What sort of person do I want to be known for (What Qualities do I want?)&lt;br /&gt;I want to be known as being an honest, trustworthy, hardworking, efficient, friendly, inspiring, successful, cheerful, loving life and most importantly, being happy. A person that is very self-motivated. A person that strives to be healthy by eating right and exercising well. To be a successful voice teacher, as well as a financial planner. To be able to love Josh and Milo and my family with all that I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) With that in mind, what do I need to work on?&lt;br /&gt; I think I need to work on being more honest. And being more hardworking in my job (and not slacking off when there’s nothing to do). Facebooking anyone?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Am I happy in my career choices? How am I advancing in them?&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am happy. My exam on my first subject is on the 29th of August 2008 to finish it off. I need to devote more time to study when I return. Also, my assessments in voice training are coming up. I need to work at improving my voice, and practice at teaching others. Sitting in on more lessons too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What goals do I have for the next 4 months?&lt;br /&gt;- Finish my exam, and start on my 2nd subject.&lt;br /&gt;- Fufill my LHSS Sit-In lesson requirement.&lt;br /&gt;- Learn to be more honest. &lt;br /&gt;- Keep at my exercise program, and increase it as summer rolls around.&lt;br /&gt;- Keep working and building healthy eating habits. &lt;br /&gt;- Being more in-tune with God. Like, set up a “once-every two days” schedule or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In December, before my next big break, I will take another step back, and go over these goals - have I accomplished what I wanted? Has what I accomplished put me one step in my life's direction? Until then, I have Singapore to look forward to! in a day's time.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 day.. 1 day.. 1 DAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-802299326161999013?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/802299326161999013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=802299326161999013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/802299326161999013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/802299326161999013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2008/08/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-302625767281483364</id><published>2008-08-12T17:57:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2008-08-12T17:57:56.639+10:30</updated><title type='text'>IM sOO eXciteeDDDD!!</title><content type='html'>Over this past few days, I must have typed the phrase “IM so ExCITED!!!” like, seriously, 50 billion times… but nonetheless, this phrase has not lost all meaning.. in about 3 days from now, YES, 3 days people! (I’ve been counting!!!) haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I will be in Singapore for the coming weekend and the next. Ill be there from the 16th to the 24th!!! And yes again, IM SOOO EXCITEDD!! Haah but oh well, since its in the middle of winter, ive ahem, piled on the kilos (for insulation) hehehe oh well so what if im a little chubster? Its my holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, before I forget, Milo is well again!!  Yes, after a (very expensive) trip to the vet, which gave him a full check up, pain relief shot and some antibiotics to take home with him, he is running around as usual, upsetting my bins, (trying to) pee on my couch and literally, walking all over me when I fall asleep. Yesterday was funny – Josh was lying down, watching TV, and who should come along – little MILo! Who chose to plant himself on Josh’s chest, obstructing his view. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so incredibly relieved. &lt;br /&gt;Yay! Go the little chubster!!!! (and the BIG one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-302625767281483364?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/302625767281483364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=302625767281483364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/302625767281483364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/302625767281483364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-soo-exciteedddd_12.html' title='IM sOO eXciteeDDDD!!'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-2647636640236856091</id><published>2008-08-12T17:57:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2008-08-12T17:57:56.276+10:30</updated><title type='text'>IM sOO eXciteeDDDD!!</title><content type='html'>Over this past few days, I must have typed the phrase “IM so ExCITED!!!” like, seriously, 50 billion times… but nonetheless, this phrase has not lost all meaning.. in about 3 days from now, YES, 3 days people! (I’ve been counting!!!) haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I will be in Singapore for the coming weekend and the next. Ill be there from the 16th to the 24th!!! And yes again, IM SOOO EXCITEDD!! Haah but oh well, since its in the middle of winter, ive ahem, piled on the kilos (for insulation) hehehe oh well so what if im a little chubster? Its my holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, before I forget, Milo is well again!!  Yes, after a (very expensive) trip to the vet, which gave him a full check up, pain relief shot and some antibiotics to take home with him, he is running around as usual, upsetting my bins, (trying to) pee on my couch and literally, walking all over me when I fall asleep. Yesterday was funny – Josh was lying down, watching TV, and who should come along – little MILo! Who chose to plant himself on Josh’s chest, obstructing his view. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so incredibly relieved. &lt;br /&gt;Yay! Go the little chubster!!!! (and the BIG one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-2647636640236856091?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/2647636640236856091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=2647636640236856091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/2647636640236856091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/2647636640236856091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-soo-exciteedddd.html' title='IM sOO eXciteeDDDD!!'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-6108856576233762789</id><published>2008-07-30T11:21:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2008-07-30T11:22:01.992+10:30</updated><title type='text'>SIckies..</title><content type='html'>Everyone in the Koh household, living under my roof is sick this week. Well, mainly Milo and me. I am down with a sore throat, headache and the chills, whilst Milo.. well.. he downed a whole bag of peanuts yesterday and has so far, vomited twice yesterday night and once this morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so worried. &lt;br /&gt;I think it was my fault for leaving the nuts lying around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Milo is dehydrated. He wouldn’t touch his food today, and he wouldn’t move from my bed. Am going to buy a pistol pump and forcefeed him water (and maybe some food).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Milo get better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-6108856576233762789?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/6108856576233762789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=6108856576233762789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/6108856576233762789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/6108856576233762789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2008/07/sickies.html' title='SIckies..'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-1454954718709676778</id><published>2008-07-17T15:15:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2008-07-17T15:17:36.242+10:30</updated><title type='text'>WEEKEND!!</title><content type='html'>Yay its THURSDAY! Do you know what this means, people? This means that it’s the WEEKEND!!!! It also means that Josh is coming back tomorrow night!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember afew years ago when we first started going out and were afew months into the relationship. I think I was around 17 and he was 18. I remember asking Josh this question. “So hun, can you live without me?” Well I was fully expecting him to say “Oh NO!! You’re my WHOLE WORLD, and my LIFE Deb!!” Well, or something along those lines. Josh replied “Yes I can” without even blinking. (OUCHHH!!!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He must have looked at my face or something, because he quickly added “But, I really don’t want to, Deb.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Fast forward Time to present day 2008** &lt;br /&gt;Now, I’m turning 23 and he is turning 24. For the first time in 2008, I have just spent a whole week without him being there, and me being alone in Australia. (Normally I go back to Singapore, and he gets left alone so I never really think about these things as I have plenty to do and people to catch up with).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week without Josh, I have discovered that I am a strong, strong lady. (Yes, you can laugh here). I have discovered that YES, I can live without Josh. The plain, bare cold hard fact is that I CAN so live without the Josh person in my life. And I can do it easy too, because this weekend has been AWESOME. I have had the time to go to the gym, catch up with friends, have “me” time, shopping… shall I go on??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t want to. I so don’t. I don’t EVER want to spend my life without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I get what you mean Hun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-1454954718709676778?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/1454954718709676778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=1454954718709676778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/1454954718709676778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/1454954718709676778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2008/07/weekend.html' title='WEEKEND!!'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-6328437704394026751</id><published>2008-07-14T16:41:00.003+10:30</published><updated>2008-07-14T16:56:02.706+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary Hun!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I know its only for a week, but I still miss you.&lt;br /&gt;I know I sound so pathetic (and loserish) right now, but I still miss you.&lt;br /&gt;I had a fantastic weekend catching up with friends, but I still miss you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was one without Josh around. It’s the first weekend this year that he hasn’t been around, and I think I have spoken to him for less than 5 minutes in total since last Thursday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss your company. Okay, okay.. I really mean your Cooking.&lt;br /&gt;I miss your laugh - your smile and your stupid lame jokes that I don’t get but you do.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way you make me laugh when u crack up at ur stupid jokes.&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything about you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe after 5 years and 10 months exactly (yes today is our anniversary) i miss him so much more than when we first started going out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its okay, he’ll be back on Friday late night. I had a good weekend despite him not being there. Friday night I went shopping in the city, then came home, cooked dinner, and vegged out on my couch with Milo watching movies. Saturday was just gymming in the morning, cleaning my house, and going to music practice. Then me and my friend had a girls night in with dinner, movies. Sunday was church, and then Aaron came over for dinner, and we made Spaghetti (well, HE made it). In fact we made enough to feed a small country, so that’s what I had for lunch today! (and tomorrow, AND the day after).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh on a side note, Milo has discovered.. the joys of playing in the dirt. I let him out on Sunday for an hour or two into the garden, and low and behold! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. can’t wait for Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Are you having FUN?!” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-6328437704394026751?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/6328437704394026751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=6328437704394026751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/6328437704394026751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/6328437704394026751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2008/07/josh-gone.html' title='Happy Anniversary Hun!!!!'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-60722706359332885</id><published>2008-07-10T10:48:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2008-07-10T10:50:36.755+10:30</updated><title type='text'>BYE BYE JOSHIE.</title><content type='html'>I think im starting to get addicted to coffee. Every morning for the past week has seen me giving in to its seductive lure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love its aroma, its taste and what it does to my body. It rocks my world. &lt;br /&gt;The secret is the milk. Always, always have it frothed. White, beautiful.. creamy.. man do I sound like an addict?!! I think my next big purchase will be the Nespresso machine (well thank You Clara!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this weekend Josh is going away for his annual pilgrimage to the snow for a whole fun-filled week with his family, Jerry’s family and a whole bunch of other families. He is going to spend a whole week snowboarding and relaxing on the slopes of Mt Buller in Melbourne, and I, am going to spend a relaxing weekend catching up with friends, shopping, and doing girly things that I cant do when he’s here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.. I’ll miss him very much. Still haven’t quite figured out what to do with myself yet.. Most (if not all) of my weekends evolve around Josh (and Milo). Anyway, this Saturday night Im having dinner with one of my girlfriends, and on Sunday, dinner plans are in construction! Hopefully I’ll go shopping/ get my nails done, in between trying to save money, juggling my housework, exercise regime and church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ll miss you heaps Josh. Have a good time and I give u permission to buy me something nice. Hahaha. Love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to end on a random note… I was babysitting last night, and we were watching this movie “Peter Pan – Return to Neverland.” I found this conversation between Captain Hook and Jane whilst Peter Pan was being captured particularly funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane:         "You promised you wouldn’t harm a single hair on his head!!"&lt;br /&gt;Captain Hook: "I DID!! didn’t i!? Well.. (&lt;em&gt;reaches out and plucks a single hair off Peter Pan’s head)&lt;/em&gt; NOW, SEE, THIS IS THE HAIR I WONT HARM!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-60722706359332885?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/60722706359332885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=60722706359332885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/60722706359332885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/60722706359332885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2008/07/bye-bye-joshie.html' title='BYE BYE JOSHIE.'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-6552574255710610728</id><published>2008-07-04T12:06:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2008-07-04T12:08:01.171+10:30</updated><title type='text'>My Whole Week</title><content type='html'>Another couple of our friends are getting married this September. Well, they used to attend our church, where they met, about around 3-4 years ago now. Marcus and Jeanne. Josh and I got our invite a couple days ago. They are the best couple because they complement each other very well.. Awwww…. I love weddings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone’s getting married this year. Im sure you will all hear about the wedding later down the track (when I blog about it) but im so happy for them!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again we have reached a Friday. If you thought my house was dirty before, it has certainly reached new lows this week. If not for Josh coming over during the week to clean/vacuum it (mainly cos he cant stand having to exist in my house with the dirt piles around).. okay we shall not go there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been an excellent week so far..&lt;br /&gt;Monday Night:&lt;br /&gt;Went to LHSS for Sit-Ins, and then to the gym for a light workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;Had a dental appointment in the afternoon – had 2 fillings taken out, was sore but feeling great now!! Went to watch Josh play bball in the evening, then we had a movie night in as he finished his exams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with Josh’s family after LHSS sit ins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;Went to the gym straight after work, then to Josh’s house for a light dinner. Yvette picked me up for the touch footy match and I got home at around 11pmish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. what AM I doing this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Friday Night:&lt;br /&gt;This weekend will kick off (Don’t I sound like announcer?) with giving a Voice Lesson, and then, going to my End of Year Financial Dinner (at Coopers Ale House!). Then, after dropping my friend back home, I will go home, clean my house (well, straighten everything out, do dishes but not vacuum). Then, hopefully, depending on the time, I will take a long, HOT shower, and then curl up on the couch with Josh and watch a movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;I’ll endeavour to wake early, (at 8amish) and if possible, get 2 good hours at the gym to rock my body out. Then ill come home and do some laundry.&lt;br /&gt;After which, I have LHSS sit ins till about 3.30pmish where ill go home and then cook something to take to Clare’s potluck dinner!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;I will again!! endeavour to wake early, and jog to Josh’s house by 8.30am, where I can then get changed, and ready for church. After church (and lunch), Josh can take me home direct. Here for the rest of the arvo I will do the rest of the heavy duty cleaning (ie, ironing, vacuuming, cooking, clothes folding from Saturday’s laundry). And try to squeeze abit of study in (have an exam coming up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY I know its boring, but its going to be productive, and i dont spend money doing any of this, so im happy. HAPPY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-6552574255710610728?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/6552574255710610728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=6552574255710610728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/6552574255710610728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/6552574255710610728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-whole-week.html' title='My Whole Week'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-3390589848535809627</id><published>2008-06-26T12:23:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2008-06-26T12:25:20.813+10:30</updated><title type='text'>The One whom I love</title><content type='html'>My darling, the most precious of my regard and dearest of my heart. The Little One whom I sleep with and wake to every morning. My little cuddle bug and rat-bag all wrapped in one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the One who wakes me up at night sometimes by stepping on my face. The One who has fits of “psychoness” just before bed where he runs and jumps all about the house, leaving his toys all over for me to trip over, all the while being stark naked, no less. The One who at 3amish, steals my warmest spot in the bed (next to the heater), and causes me to awake, freezing cold in about 5-8 degree weather and alone and muttering profanities under my breath on the other side of the bed. The One that never fails to kiss me everyday but ends up literally taking the skin off my face with his tongue and causing me pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all this, I’m also talking about the One who never fails to greet me every single day at my door when I come home world weary. The One that waits patiently at the window sill for my car to come through the drive way, the One whom refuses to play with any other but chooses to hop on my bed, smell my PJs and fall asleep on top of them, waiting for me. The One that snuggles up to me every night and we fall asleep together, him on my chest or nestled at my side. The One that frantically paws at the door, and mews so pathetically whenever I shut the toilet door on him when I take a shower. The One whom paws at me to pick him up and give him a cuddle at all times of the day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I’m talking about my cat Milo who has a personality that far outweighs most dogs. I’m so in love with him. No denying it. This week, Milo and I have a special guest staying with us – Ann! I love her company, she’s just staying with us for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me that yesterday she got home early, and tried to play with Milo. Apparently he refused to play, and ran away. So she decided to follow him. She finally found him on my bed, sniffing and smelling my PJs, and then he sat in them and refused to budge… when I came home I actually found the indent of him embedded in my PJs. Haha  Also, he started pacing the window, waiting for my car to pull up in the drive way.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww.. I had a heart melt-down last night when she related this to me… we shall not go there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, my fears for last weekend were unfounded. I did have a quiet, but it was a good weekend. Well, its Thursday mid-day and for me, on the way to an uneventful, quiet and nice, rainy (hopefully) weekend. Well, I have a big test on Saturday, Josh has an exam on Saturday and one on Tuesday that he does have to study for. Damn I love weekends. I have discovered that I do like spending time with myself sometimes and especially living by myself. I actually do love my life here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(DIDDLYPOP!! JOSH if ur reading this... i love you too) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-3390589848535809627?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/3390589848535809627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=3390589848535809627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/3390589848535809627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/3390589848535809627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-whom-i-love.html' title='The One whom I love'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-8013447704581162541</id><published>2008-06-20T16:07:00.004+10:30</published><updated>2008-06-20T16:12:17.030+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>As I sit here, on a Friday afternoon no less, reflecting on the highs and joys of last weekend (no pun intended), the weekend that lies before me seems to stretch out before me like a neverending winding drag. Not that I was so involved in planning of the wedding at all. To me, Joy’s wedding was the crescendo that my world was building up to this year, and now that its passed I feel almost strangely.. empty. A heavy sense of discontentment and restlessness threatens to overwhelm as I look to push past the fog that engulfs my senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’ve got the 2nd half of the year to look forward to. Have I achieved any of my goals? That’s something to review. Am I heading in the direction that I want my life to turn out? Am I getting complacent or lazy in any way? Am I getting any less self-motivated?! If so,why? The answer to all these questions is something I am going to have to ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I am looking forward to the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;And the second half of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-8013447704581162541?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/8013447704581162541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=8013447704581162541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/8013447704581162541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/8013447704581162541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2008/06/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-8018210333228464584</id><published>2008-06-16T14:17:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2008-06-16T14:18:38.242+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Joy's Wedding</title><content type='html'>This weekend was absolutely gorgeous!! It was JOY N ROB’S WEDDING!!!! I woke up at 7.15am, had a nice, long hot shower, and then Josh came to pick me up and send me to Joy’s by 8am.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We got ready, our make up was done by.. omg.. a Bobbie Brown consultant!! So it was fantastic.. My hair was pretty much done by Tiffany (Thank you so much babe) and got into our dresses. Okay at this point I must confess that I hated my dress. Not the colour (which I think is totally cool), but the layout.. it made my hips look as wide as Nigera Falls. OMG. And, as a singer, I couldn’t really breathe deeply and properly in that dress, so that made singing harder… I hope I did okay. Everyone was real nice about how I looked but that’s still okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tea ceremony was so good. I am so having a tea ceremony!! It was so productive.. I think you get back most of what you spend on the wedding on that ceremony alone.. was fully awesome. Then, I left for the church first (to warm up my voice and rehearse one last time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ceremony was.. really good. It was absolutely spectacular, think the groom got abit emotional when he said how much he loved her.. awww it was lovely. At one point I thought Joy’s parents were going to start bawling.. It was such a lovely ceremony. Joy looked so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the ceremony we had refreshments briefly, and then went all over Adelaide to take bridal photos.. I swear that there has never been so many photos taken of me in one day. And it was freezing cold too! Well it was a gray, cloudy day in winter. But it turned out really well! I now know where the good photography spots are in Adelaide. OMG! On a side note.. And.. if anyone asks me when my turn is coming up again.. I swear.. I will sock him or her!!!! You would not believe how many people came up to me and asked me that!!! UNREAL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we made our way to Sferas, a silver service restaurant for the wedding reception. YUMMY! The usual things were done.. the bride and groom’s first dance together (awww im so having dancing at my wedding), speeches.. I thought I was almost going to cry.. AWWWW AND, being part of the bridal party rocks – you get served first. But I couldn’t really eat because of my stupid dress blocking my breathing.. so I started drinking.. and drinking..&lt;br /&gt;Haha I shalt not go into details here, but lets just say.. I must have had at least 6-7 glasses of wine/champagne.. and I cant really remember getting into bed. Josh says I was saying random things and they were really funny. He also said that everytime I stumbled to the loo to spew my hands were everywhere for balance and I couldn’t really walk. Well Josh looked after me well (DIDDLYPOP!!) he took me home (I wanted to go out), and then he gave me water and looked after me till about 3am when I fell asleep and he left for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning I woke with the most awful headache.. serves me right I suppose. I don’t think I will ever do that again.. Oh well, at least now I know I can hold my liqueur well, and that I don’t turn red like an asian normally does when drinking. Josh came over, and I got dressed and showered. Then we went grocery shopping. I came home and he left after helping to haul the bags in. There and then I crashed on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah So! That was my fantabulous weekend.. now Joy n Rob are on their honeymoon. Hah I love my weekends so.. God is so gracious.. it didnt even rain on their wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-8018210333228464584?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/8018210333228464584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=8018210333228464584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/8018210333228464584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/8018210333228464584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2008/06/joys-wedding.html' title='Joy&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-7037867259262366963</id><published>2008-06-02T14:58:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2008-06-03T13:29:17.215+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Essay: My Weekend</title><content type='html'>I had one of the most fantastic, relaxing, easy weekends so far this year. Well, most of my weekends are awesome (as you can tell). But this was really good because the past few weeks I have been stressing about my Kaplan Exam, starting teacher training, keeping my house clean etc. So, let me tell you about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday after class I went to the city. Josh had to play for GRIP that night because they were having a combined youth worship service (people from 3 other churches were there and the place was packed out). Then we decided to just head home and cook dinner (YES WE’RE HOMEBODIES!!). So we ended up having dinner at like 11pmish, and just watched a DVD. He had to leave as he was working the next morning, so I just stayed home and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I woke up, stuffed around for abit with Milo.. and full cleaned my house man! So much so that I found about 300 bucks some money left on my night stand (think my uncle and aunt left it last month when they were here damnit and I didn’t even thank them!!! Ahhaha that was a nice surprise) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to the city for the Sass and Bide Sale! Jeans were going for 50 bucks!!!! Haha BUT I didn’t find anything I liked and I couldn’t be bothered changing in a room full of women. I guess I’ll have to get them at full price when I actually see something I like (think I’ve slightly changed, pple?!!) haha. OH YEAH speaking of which!! I GOT MY FIRST (platinum visa) CREDIT CARD!! Its not something to be excited about I know, but I guess I really am because that’s like a grown-up thing to have and do. My parents were smart and told me I had to get my own instead of letting them pay for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I went to church and lunch. Then we went to Kmart to pick afew things for the house (bought cushions instead) (Tip: Kmart - Very handy for a mortgage holder with one income). Then, Josh went to lead his bible study, and I went to Joy’s to help with the wedding programs (only 2 weeks pple.. 2 WEEKS!!), From there I had a touch footy practice, and went home to have a shower. Threw some dinner together, and then went to catch up with a friend for coffee. Got home early, and watched Narnia on TV. Had an early night then.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!! On another note, the Queen’s Birthday long weekend is coming up this weekend!!! I plan to have a day of full relaxation, and just spend it at home not doing anything, or going anywhere. As I mentioned to my mother earlier, this is the first long weekend that I haven’t done anything or been away, as you can see here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 Public Holidays:  What I’ve done for them&lt;br /&gt;New Year January 1st:   Flew back to Adelaide from Singapore&lt;br /&gt;Australia Day January 28th: Had a BBQ for about 30 pple for Australia Day! &lt;br /&gt;Adelaide Cup Day March 10th: Went Victor Harbour for church camp&lt;br /&gt;Easter March 21st and 24th: Went to Kangaroo Island with Dad&lt;br /&gt;April 25th Anzac Day:  Went to Sydney with Clara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah baby!! &lt;br /&gt;i love my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-7037867259262366963?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/7037867259262366963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=7037867259262366963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/7037867259262366963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/7037867259262366963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2008/06/essay-my-weekend.html' title='Essay: My Weekend'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-5004555166845552151</id><published>2008-05-25T16:10:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2008-05-25T16:15:58.421+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Week passings..</title><content type='html'>Well.. on Thursday NIGHT, i am so happy to report that my house has indeed STAYED clean. YAY!!! Deb is so improving! haha the only thing that needed some work on was the laundry - because it was rainy last week i hadnt done any loads..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I had to do about 4 loads of laundry.. bah but at least its nearly all done (its washing as I speak/blog). My house is still in reasonable order, though I know I still have lotsa work to do - ie, wash the dishes, change the bedsheets, clear the couch...  but at least I can see the floor. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the countdown.. 3 more weeks till Joy's wedding! So i have 3 weeks to whip my ass into shape. I will be going on a healthier diet, and gymming almost everyday!!! WHOOPPEEDDOOO... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a new saying that I find is very relevant for me now.. it goes "The clearer the "why" becomes, the easier the "how" gets". Which is so true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) okays peeps going back to my assignment.. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-5004555166845552151?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/5004555166845552151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=5004555166845552151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/5004555166845552151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/5004555166845552151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2008/05/week-passings.html' title='Week passings..'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-6017415298438033143</id><published>2008-05-20T12:13:00.001+10:30</published><updated>2008-05-20T12:14:37.231+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Oh Joy.</title><content type='html'>It’s the start of the working week.. for me. &lt;br /&gt;Yes I took a sick day yesterday.. wasn’t feeling too well, and even saw a doctor yesterday. The Doc basically told me that there’s no magic medicine he can give me, I just needed plenty of rest.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bored out of my brains yesterday. So I did some housework, studied financial planning Mod 6, and did abit of resting / sleeping infront of the telly with Milo. The weather was crap yesterday, so that worked out well for me.  But too much idle is not good for Deb.. Oh well.. at least my house is clean… my gym bags packed, and my schedule planned for this coming week (and month in fact), and I’m all set to change the world!! and my house is ready for another whole week of Deb-living.. heh. Lets see how long the Neat and the Tidy lasts, shall we? or will i become this ranting psycho lunatic about how dirty my house is on a Thursday night? heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-6017415298438033143?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/6017415298438033143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=6017415298438033143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/6017415298438033143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/6017415298438033143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-joy.html' title='Oh Joy.'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-1237456052841043691</id><published>2008-05-15T22:39:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2008-05-15T22:54:16.137+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Why.. Bother..???</title><content type='html'>It is 9.45pm on a typical Thursday night for me. &lt;br /&gt;I have just come home from what can only be described as a gruelling gym session and touch footy game.. okay we won and it was a good game, but im really tired now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I fling open the door the list of things that I had been furtively composing in my head just disappears into the chaos as I stare at the mess that is my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of things to do:&lt;br /&gt;1) Finish my assignment by doing an all nighter.&lt;br /&gt;2) Assemble my newly bought bike.&lt;br /&gt;3) Come up with a schedule to get my fitness act together (for Joy's wedding)&lt;br /&gt;4) Wash the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;5) Shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, my house was clean. And, I mean, CLEAN. I CLEANED my whole house.. i clean it every weekend.. because it always gets messy by thursday or friday.... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Can someone please tell me how the hell, in just a mere 4 days, did my nice clean house turn into a battle scene from Armageddon?!!! MY GOD... Realising this has sprung me into full-on panic mode.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean.. I live alone, AND i dont have any kids. All i have is Milo - and the only mess he ever makes is his kitty litter tray, and the occasional pee on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;How did I, turn my nice house in a mere 4 days.. into.. into... a big fat mess? If so, WHY BOTHER doing the housework then?? WHY BOTHER?? WHY? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY?!!&lt;br /&gt;ARRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will I, then cope when I get married, and start having kids?? I listen to my friends tell of their house messes.. (most of them have kids by the way), and I am just horrified at MINE.. because frankly, I got news for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home ownership.. not easy! True it may be fun, but its definately not easy to juggle the housework. Am I alone? Is it just me?? &lt;br /&gt;I would so love to hear from you if you are experiencing the same thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....&lt;br /&gt;New List of Things to do for Deb:&lt;br /&gt;1) Stop Panicking.&lt;br /&gt;2) Take a nice, long hot shower.&lt;br /&gt;3) Forget about the housework for now, just concentrate on finishing the assignment.4) Come up with a day schedule to plan for fitness AND housework AND study.&lt;br /&gt;5) Feed Milo and myself (havent had dinner yet)&lt;br /&gt;6) Stop procrastinating through blogging.. and go do #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will do my housework tomorrow night after I return from my singing class.. and assemble the bike then too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-1237456052841043691?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/1237456052841043691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=1237456052841043691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/1237456052841043691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/1237456052841043691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-bother.html' title='Why.. Bother..???'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-9028302861505705942</id><published>2008-05-11T14:09:00.002+10:30</published><updated>2008-05-11T14:21:00.772+10:30</updated><title type='text'>It was soo worth it!!!</title><content type='html'>Worth the stress of the past few weeks.. worth the countless emails sent back and forth, worth the planning, actioning and good preparation all round...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy's Hens Night went off with a Bang and stayed there!!!!!! IT WAS EXPLOSIVE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my friend Joy is getting married in afew weeks, and Nadia, Tiff and I, being bridesmaids, had to plan this awesome night for her. We planned it to have drinks/cocktails/fingerfood at her place first, then eventually head into town for a night of dancing, clubbing, drinking etc etc etc! Then in the morning we planned a scumptious brekkie of Pancakes (maybe with Bacon &amp; Eggs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday morning i woke up at 7.30am to do my housework, cos i knew i wouldnt have time to do it this weekend and it was really shocking to see how my house can so easily get soo dirty and messy.. so it was something i had to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there at around 1pm to set the decorations up and do some last minute preparations. The night kicked off at 7pm. Photos will be up shortly.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, we headed into town at around 11pm to the Vodka Bar first!! Armed with our trusty sashes labelled "BRIDE TO BE" and "BRIDESMAIDS" hung around us, and forsaking our coats to the chilly night, we started our journey there.. and proceeded to the Isobar, where we got free entry and free drinks, thanks to Joy knowing the owner. I love dancing!! hahaha. THen, it was off to SWISH!! where it was choccabloc full, and half of them were sleazy stupid guys.. but we shall not go there... haha Our final stop was at the Casino, where we then got picked up by Joy's Parents!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got to bed at around 3 am.. fully tired out/ liquored out (well Joy was anyway).. haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we all woke, tidied the remenants of last night's mess.. and proceeded to have pancakes with lemon, cream &amp; sugar, and also with maple syrup (for some). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy's getting married !! YAY!!!! &lt;br /&gt;This is what life is about too!! As Joy later remarked, it was awesome having seen so many of her friends in the same room, some that she hadn't caught up for ages with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not time i would exchange for anything in the world.&lt;br /&gt;This is life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will be out asap!!!&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-9028302861505705942?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/9028302861505705942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=9028302861505705942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/9028302861505705942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/9028302861505705942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-was-soo-worth-it.html' title='It was soo worth it!!!'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-2016315225749887640</id><published>2008-04-29T11:41:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2008-04-29T11:42:30.336+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Deblala land...</title><content type='html'>Hello my lovelies…&lt;br /&gt;How have you all been?!! I’ve just had the most wonderful holiday in Sydney with a my brother and friend.. Thanks Clara and Jeremy for putting up with me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve just spent most of the Anzac long weekend with them in Lala-Deb-land, and it was so great to catch up with him, and see his life.. and his housemates, (omg he has a spa and sauna and swimming pool and gym).. and it was fully awesome to get to know that amazing person of Clara that much more, and its absolutely phenomenal to realise that in Clara I’ve found a close friend where friendship will endure through the seasons of life. Not to mention the Sydney life of shopping, the iMax Theatre (it was SUPER COOL), Lindt cafe, the great food, and oh did I mention the shopping?? And the others, like Jeremy Lung, Clarissa and Alicia – hanging with them in a different place was good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the real world beckons… and here I am on a Tuesday morning in the office. I’ve come back a little tired (well my flight was at 6.50am early Sunday morning), but feeling totally refreshed in spirit, and so fully ready to take on anything, and move on in life!! The real world SO beckons me. I love my holidays, but its time to come back home, and start the next season of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s my lovely small group to catch up with, my singing training course to start with Leanne Hoad, my assignment and exam due for the FDP course through Kaplan, the AACC Back Up singers ministry to head, parts of Joy’s Wedding to be organised (and to tone up for), touch footy, gymming and (possibly tennis if I can fit that in), to have an active, balanced life. Not to mention time for God, Josh and Milo (YES I know Milo’s a cat but he’s still my baby!! Josh disciplined him last night and I was like “ohhh… your soo mean..!!” but I guess he deserved it for scratching Josh.) There are still songs to write, things to experience..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. The real world beckons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-2016315225749887640?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/2016315225749887640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=2016315225749887640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/2016315225749887640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/2016315225749887640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2008/04/deblala-land.html' title='Deblala land...'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-8773845615381448638</id><published>2008-04-21T15:51:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2008-04-21T15:53:34.932+10:30</updated><title type='text'>MY nice clean house</title><content type='html'>So!! Saturday I decided to take a leaf out of my Dad’s book (well since he’s back in Singapore) and clean the house. I started at 9amish.. and didn’t finish till 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;I mopped the floors, vacuumed the carpets, washed all the dishes, re-arranged my kitchen and study room, and my clothing drawers.. even contemplated, okay, fought the urge to buying a label maker.. but decided that having labels all over my bedroom was a tad too neurotic.. even for me. &lt;em&gt;(who wants to see the labels “Undies” and “Jeans” and “tops” and “pots”.. “pans”..on the various cupboard drawers&lt;/em&gt;)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also did a load of laundry, watered the plants, straightened out the living room, cleaned the toilet, and swept the kitty litter out &lt;em&gt;(Note to self: Get a little shovel for Milo’s poo, a plastic spoon does not do the job). &lt;/em&gt;Off course, Milo had to do a big poo &amp; wee immediately after (and mess the whole tray and surroundings up again) so I had to tidy it up again.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Result: My house is bright, sparkling and shiny clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But boy am I happy with the end result.. so much so that I had to give Dad a call to tell him. Guess this is what home ownership is about… ahhh fulfilment!!! &lt;br /&gt;LOL And, for the first time in a long, long while I cooked and prepared my lunch for Monday! I also have 2 prepacked gym bags ready to grab and go.. (I have never been sooo organised).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I have to be now.. &lt;em&gt;so God help me.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the same note, I got the job!!  In about 2 weeks, if everything goes okay, I will be starting my training course on How to Teach Singing (to any age). I will then become a singing teacher!! MUAHAH &lt;em&gt;Thank you God!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh I have the sudden urge to start fully utilising my kitchen, and turn all Betty Crocker and start baking up a storm… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway its back to Assignments.. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-8773845615381448638?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/8773845615381448638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=8773845615381448638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/8773845615381448638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/8773845615381448638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-nice-clean-house.html' title='MY nice clean house'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-312997200367233607</id><published>2008-04-16T16:57:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2008-04-16T16:59:02.044+10:30</updated><title type='text'>T minus 1 hour and Counting</title><content type='html'>Its 4pm.. and counting.. and my nerves are getting the better of me… I cant concentrate.. cant do anything here… 1 hour to go….&lt;br /&gt;Excitement is building.. I feel it in my gut that this is what Im meant to be doing with my life (well at least for the next few years)…&lt;br /&gt;But Nerves are increasing too.. what if… what if…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I do manage to squeeze in, its gonna be a really, really loonnngg hardd road to walk. My journey through life will be very, very tiring and full on, and I would be sacrificing a lot of my time, effort and… the possibility of losing my sanity…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the rewards.. why I am doing what I will be (hopefully) doing.. will be soo worth while. And it will be worth it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-312997200367233607?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/312997200367233607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=312997200367233607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/312997200367233607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/312997200367233607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2008/04/t-minus-1-hour-and-counting.html' title='T minus 1 hour and Counting'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-471600981405712903</id><published>2008-04-03T16:24:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T16:29:03.284+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn</title><content type='html'>With the changing seasons.. and the wind, rain and cold of Autumn.. plus seeing everyone – including Miss Chin (man this is weird looking at Rach from a totally different perspective – HAH MISS CHIN?? who's dat?) update their blogs.. ive decided to post something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like Winter has absolutely no regard for Autumn’s feelings, and has completely taken over by storm and chucked her in the loony bin.. Only 2 weeks ago, Adelaide was a raging furnace with the weather temperature going psycho.. the hottest and longest heat wave for afew decades (I think)  but right now, its been freezing.. yesterday was so dark, cold and gloomy, and yesterday it actually hailed! And they weren’t small balls of ice either.. they were more like the size of a fifty cent pieces!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight’s weather would reach about 9 degrees… but im not complaining! At least I get to wear my winter gear and scarves and stuff! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also with such an emotional start to the neverending busy week (I kid you not – I have not been home before 9pm everyday since Saturday), I couldn’t help but have gotten to thinking.. “What would I be doing to have the most relaxing, comfortable time ever?!” which led me to the even bigger question of “where would I be going to do that?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams can remain dreams, but I guess to answer that question… “So what would I be doing?” I guess what I normally do when I have a spare moment these days, is just to wear the comfiest gear.. thick wolly socks, house uggies, shorts (or pj , T-shirt, a jumper and maybe a scarf… and bum around my house, watching a movie or two, or any tv series.. which I’ve never seen before, cuddling Milo all huddled up on the couch with a good beer or a hot chocolate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add a hot steaming soak in the tub before with scented candles in the background whilst I give myself a facial mask treatment, or a really, really hot and long shower, either which on a cold, wet and rainy day with thundery gray skies.. followed by a home-manicure / pedicure of some kind.. and having Milo to cuddle and hold while he falls asleep in my arms whilst we (well I) watch some TV.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds idealic? I couldn’t get anymore relaxed than that.. it sounds soo appealing to me..  Ill just wait till I have a good hot water system before I attempt to do any soaking or have more than a 5 minute shower..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this got me thinking to set some goals.. which are simply not achievable right now.. things like.. a new carpet in a different colour.. a plasma TV.. foxtel.. when I get the money saved up, im going to turn my living room into a luxury one.. a place where full relaxation starts by the mere look of it.. cream coloured carpets, a big (I mean big) Plasma TV, couches that you can just melt into…  the works! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now, im perfectly happy with what I have, and im really grateful that I have it!  I am in no hurry because as I said.. I can keep dreaming!!  I love dreaming.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-471600981405712903?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/471600981405712903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=471600981405712903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/471600981405712903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/471600981405712903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2008/04/autumn.html' title='Autumn'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-7167173508507418044</id><published>2008-03-25T16:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T16:42:23.839+11:00</updated><title type='text'>KI Revelations</title><content type='html'>Wow this Easter long weekend was awesome.. was so good to go down to Kangaroo Island.. with my dad.. well I have always wanted to go down and spend afew days on the beach, surrounded by endless skies and horizons of water.. well u know what I mean.. the beauty of the landscape.. was indescribable.. and the water was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Even the ferry and the boat ride was okay – (YAY I did not puke once)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the seals, pelicans and penguins were uber cute!! They were gorgeous.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome.. to realise.. even the mighty ocean, and even each creature in it.. has to obey the God the creator. They don’t have a choice.. but I do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly burned down my house yesterday night.. left a pot on the stove burning for 3 hours.. in the end it the lid exploded.. and egg was everywhere.. the bottom of the pot was all black, charred.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was soo scary when I opened the door and smelt the burning stench.. even more so when I realised it was my fault. Then gratefulness like you wouldn’t believe.. this is the first time I experienced such molten gratitude and relief.. it just flowed over me.. Is this how im supposed to feel when I see that Jesus took my place?  (Revelation moment anyone hello!?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God watched over my house last night. My kitchen could have easily gone up in flames. He cares about the mundane, little things in life. Thank God pa wasn’t at all fussed.. he just cleaned up the mess saying it was a mistake and I should learn from it.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. another revelation is that.. in the last week or so.. I have come to realise that since the start of the year.. I mean literally from January 1st.. I have not yet taken a bus! For the past 85 days.. hahaha. Isn’t that weird? Plane, yes I have.. Ferry, yes I have..  car yes I have, but not a BUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To know that you are 100%, completely and absolutely sold out for me.. knocks my jocks off..lol ok I mean socks &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-7167173508507418044?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/7167173508507418044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=7167173508507418044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/7167173508507418044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/7167173508507418044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2008/03/ki-revelations.html' title='KI Revelations'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-221182687060065985</id><published>2008-03-12T13:53:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T13:56:43.727+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Starry Victor Harbour</title><content type='html'>On the Adelaide Cup long weekend, we went for our church camp down at Victor Harbour. I sent Milo for a stayover with Aunty Joy and Uncle Rob. Hahah Josh picked me up on Saturday morning at 6.30am, cos we had to get there early to set up (as he’s in-charge of music). But the drive up was good.. stopped by Maccas for Brekkie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon Malcolm (Songwriter at the Edge Church and writer of Great Day and Building your House) came to speak in a workshop – about writing songs, and playing. He also heard one of our songs (mainly Jerry and mine).. which was an experience in itself.. I told myself.. “ok.. if I don’t do this now, I will never muster up the courage to record it on a CD and send it (besides I don’t know how to as well).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down okay – Simon put a different spin on the song – and Uncle Melvin heard it too. So I guess im heaps relieved because I thought it was crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for that opportunity, and the weather and the fun.. It was so refreshing, and the nature that you created and shaped.. all your work…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday night Josh and me took some time out and went for a walk along the beach. Well we didn’t get very far – just sat down on the first bench that we saw.. haha and just looked up at the galaxy – saw a shooting star.. made wishes.. haha the whole sky was just alight with stars.. and shapes and sizes.. I mean the sky was literally falling with stars, there were so many.. was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting there with Josh.. just sitting there.. that was it for me. That was it for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is it for me. This is for forever..  You are everything to me. You mean everything to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we (okay he) drove back on Sunday afternoon. Was nearly falling asleep, so I decided to just sing at the top of my lungs to every song that came on the radio.. haha Josh nearly drove me into a ditch for doing that hahaha at one point shouts of “Shutup… SHUTUP!! YOU IDIOT!!!” hahaaha could be heard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after dropping me home, we both fell asleep. He kicked me off the futon, so I had to resort to sleeping on the sofa. He went home and I continued sleeping. He then came back and we warmed up leftovers and had dinner, and watched Run Fat Boy Run. Its actually directed by David Schwimmer (Ross from friends), and its pretty funny!! Hahaha. Josh was laughing for the most of it.. I just went along with it.&lt;br /&gt;Then, Joy &amp; Rob dropped Milo off, and stayed for abit. Then Milo and me went to bed and Josh left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday had a voice lesson, a 23rd party (we didn’t end up going for that but we are gonna take him out sometime), and then a basketball game. WOW. Hah im really busy!! Tonight im babysitting Lil and Ed. Friday is the only free night I have, and I think I have to clean the house (and do 3 weeks worth of laundry before Dad gets here on Saturday)!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-221182687060065985?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/221182687060065985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=221182687060065985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/221182687060065985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/221182687060065985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2008/03/starry-victor-harbour.html' title='Starry Victor Harbour'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-4999860678224669600</id><published>2008-03-04T11:37:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T11:38:05.959+11:00</updated><title type='text'>M m M m M</title><content type='html'>This weekend was good..  a friend of a friend had a wedding, I wasn’t invited cos I didn’t really know her, but it really got me thinking hard about the big “M” word… yes and its not “Mother”. My friend’s friend is 23/24ish.. which is pretty close to my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention that practically everyone I know is getting married.. OR engaged!! Joy’s cousin Tiffany just moved down from Brisbane with her fiancé over last weekend. Tiffany is 23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy’s getting married in June this year. She’s 23 turning 24 this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther &amp; Caleb got married last year. Esther was 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elim &amp; Noel got married last year too. Elim was 24 then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam &amp; Kim got married when they were 24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one hand, it seems like such a big and scary step. Not cos it seems so permanent (people can get divorced).. but cos.. it just seems so grown up. Not that Im about to do it or anything, but all having all these people around that are my actual friends (yes im grown up and yes I have adult friends) go through this next phase in life has forced me to stop and think hard about my own life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Issues like the Mother-in-law, the change of names – to do it or not, planning the hens night, going for bridal fittings, having dresses made.. booking the chapel, picking the songs, choosing your muscos, and your bridesmaids, deciding where to live after, where you want to go for your honeymoon…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And many, many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, its pretty premature for me, but all the M-talk among friends, especially the deep heart-to-heart talks with Joy has made me realise that one day, sooner rather than later.. im talking really, really, really soon, I am going to have to deal with all of those issues above…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well..its not like im going to deal with those now, so these can wait..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!! Hah I gave Milo a bath on Sunday.. despite 2 scratches on my neck (he was trying to get away from the water) haha he was fine.. I love how I can just pick him up and do stuff to him and he doesn’t care!! Haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he smells like Pantene (my shampoo), and smells like my bed now! (like a pillow) hah so when I sleep with him it smells a whole lot nicer hahaha.. MUAHAHA next step.. CLOTHES!! Hahaha. Im soo mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!! My Dad’s coming to visit!!  next week&lt;br /&gt;Im planning a holiday from his holiday for Dad! If not he’ll just be in Adelaide for nearly a month! We may as well go up to Kangaroo Island for the Easter weekend seeing that I have a 4 day weekend…&lt;br /&gt;Hope he likes it!! This will give me a chance to visit sites other than Adelaide!! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming weekend I have church camp up at Victor Harbour!! YAY! Haha I love staying up till 3am every morning to play games with Josh (okay he doesn’t stay till 3 he goes to bed cos he needs his 8 hours which I think is very mature of him) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-4999860678224669600?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/4999860678224669600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=4999860678224669600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/4999860678224669600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/4999860678224669600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2008/03/m-m-m-m-m.html' title='M m M m M'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-3064765607998553232</id><published>2008-02-19T18:21:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T18:40:39.120+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Hun</title><content type='html'>Came home today.. freaking tired and mentally drained. &lt;br /&gt;Opened the door, picked Milo up and sat down on the couch and cuddled Milo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes later.. i look down at the carpet.&lt;br /&gt;ITS BARE!!&lt;br /&gt;no rubbish, no clean/dirty clothes strewn over the lounge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;CUSHIONS ARE STRAIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;MY CLOTHES SIT IN A BASKET ALL NEAT AND TIDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time (okay i was really mentally tired today) I was like.. "OKAY.. Something's up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look all around my house.&lt;br /&gt;Dining Table is in order.&lt;br /&gt;Blankets, pillows straightened nicely.&lt;br /&gt;Coffee table in order.&lt;br /&gt;Mats in the toilet are straightened nicely.&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen is.. CLEAN! &lt;br /&gt;Pots and pans all washed.&lt;br /&gt;Chairs are put nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... i am close to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after being in this relationship for 5 years you'd still come to my place in the middle of your busy day to clean my dirty little house. Thank you so much hun. I cant believe u'd care so much, even after 5 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or it could be the fact that my house is so dirty that even when your away from my house you cant stop thinking of its stinkiness.. and face the compulsion to clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I really do appreciate you and love u heaps. Your unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-3064765607998553232?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/3064765607998553232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=3064765607998553232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/3064765607998553232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/3064765607998553232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2008/02/thanks-hun.html' title='Thanks Hun'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-2169705438378842919</id><published>2008-02-08T13:53:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T13:54:52.545+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year!!</title><content type='html'>Hey Guys!!&lt;br /&gt;Its been a really busy past week for Milo and myself, but first, let me just say..  Happy Chinese New Year to all who celebrate it!!  May you get lots of Ung Paos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m really sorry I haven’t been blogging, but I just really haven’t had the time to actually sit down, take a few minutes to sit and do this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I can't waste time so give it a moment&lt;br /&gt;I realized nothings broken&lt;br /&gt;No need to worry about everything I've done&lt;br /&gt;Live every second like it was my last one&lt;br /&gt;Don't look back got a new direction&lt;br /&gt;I loved you once needed protection&lt;br /&gt;You're still a part of everything I do&lt;br /&gt;You're on my heart just like a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;Just like a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;I'll always have you (I'll always have you)” &lt;br /&gt;  Chorus of Tattoo by Jordan Sparks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song “Tattoo” by Jordan Sparks! Haha okay its not like im going through a break-up or anything haha but I guess its how I feel bout Singapore? I mean.. I still miss Singapore heaps.. like the song says.. Haha My life for the now, is in the here and, is in the now..  and right now im in Adelaide… and you know what? I am living life to the fullest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reflection, last year was, to me, a year of Change. I had to make one of the biggest life choices of my entire being, and all those changes occurred in the 2nd half of the year. In 6 bloody months.. Getting a job, starting working adult working life, buying a house, starting to pay off a mortgage..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if last year was change, this year so far has been about maintaining those changes, and (slowly) finding my feet, and where I stand. And getting me to be better at myself! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can say (so far), that this year has been really, awesome. Im finding friends in places that I neglected to look.. Life is all about those moments that simply take your breath away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im getting out there.. and doing stuff that previously I would have just holed up in my room/ house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its taken me 6 years (slow learner), but Im finally making friends, talking more to people, catching up more with people. I’m making room in my heart for those that I’ve previously pushed away, thinking that no way could they ever possibly be as close as the precious few whom have had the privilege of growing  up with me LOL (ok.. I’ve got that in reverse.. hah actually no I don’t LOL).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every moment is precious.. and I am so going to make the most of things..  New things that come my way.. making time for God and family, new relationships to pursue,  new songs for me to write, new study to do, new challenges to face.&lt;br /&gt;This Saturday im having the Leanne Hoad Singing Studio!! 2 sessions, 10.15am or 2pm!! That should be so exciting! Please pray it goes well, and people get a lot out of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I guess its back to work!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-2169705438378842919?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/2169705438378842919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=2169705438378842919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/2169705438378842919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/2169705438378842919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year!!'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-6419107063005937546</id><published>2008-01-31T12:38:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T12:40:03.462+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Milo's first Visit to the Vet!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday evening Josh and me took Milo to the vet to get his vaccinations and whatnot. This was his first time..  now I know how a mother feels.. oh my gosh.. before I continue I know my mother is probably reading this and scoffing loudly.. a kitten can never be a child.. but..  Milo.. is kinda my kid.. I’m responsible for his upbringing (is he gonna be a sociable and affectionate cat or a reclusive crazy psycho cat that never lets anyone handle him? is he gonna be a toilet trained cat or is he going to pee and poo all over the place? Will he let anyone pick him up or scratch/bite at first touch?) I am also responsible for him financially… which… is burning a hole in my pocket.. damnit…. what with the desexing and the vaccinations.. though I didn’t ask for him, but neither will I give him up for the world nor shirk away from this responsibility, because he is mine!! And I love him!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start from the beginning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh rocked up at 6.15pm (Milo’s appt was at 6.30pm). To make matters worse, Milo seemed to know that I was trying to catch him and put him in a box! So, especially since its his first time out of the house since he’s arrived..  as we were trying to shove him in the car he suddenly broke loose and ran across the road onto the neighbour’s front porch. (Okay at this time imagine me panicking (what if a car ran over my baby!?!!) and chasing Milo across the street) haha I think Josh was laughing in his head but he had the good sense not to say anything till later). Finally Milo kinda stopped at the neighbour’s porch and just looked at me pathetically and started meowing. So I was able to pick him up and put him in the backseat, of which he promptly crawled under the carseat and stayed there the entire time just looking at me with those puss-in-boots eyes.. like I was doing this to him.. I couldn’t even dislodge him because he dug into the mats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the vet, I didn’t even need the box, I just held him in my arms, like how u hold a baby upright, and then when we were waiting, he kinda just lay in my arms like a sleeping baby, and he wouldn’t let go of me. He was so brave, even though there were dogs around.. he’d just like.. look at me like I would protect him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He now weighs.. 0.998 kg!! haha yay!! Almost double his weight (he weighed 500 grams when Joy first got him) haha. But he’s still little at 8 weeks old..that means he was born on then 2nd week of Dec 07 !! have to throw him a party!! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when he was put on the vet table, he kept on trying to get back to me.. he kept trying to get into my arms.. I was like.. Awwwwww!!!! U seriously should have been there.. he was so cute!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you ask.. what did he get?!&lt;br /&gt;He got a thermometer stuck up his bum.. twice.. cos both the vet and the nurse took his temperature.. and he yowled and was so freaked out and scared. Also, he got  an injection for vaccinations. When the needle came out I was like.. OMG.. is it gonna hurt!!?!!!  AND, he got force fed a pill for de-worming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after, he would not let go of me, and Josh had to hold him for abit whilst I paid for the whole thing.. then for the ride home he found his “Happy Place) inbetween my neck and the headrest, and he stayed there the entire ride just crouched there. Was like a pillow on my head!! Hahaha except I couldn’t move..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think he was traumatised and freaked out, though he seems happier when he got home.. last night he just crouched under my bed and wouldn’t come out (he normally sleeps at the foot of my bed, or snuggles next to me. Lets hope he gets over it, cos in 3 weeks we have to do all this over again…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-6419107063005937546?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/6419107063005937546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=6419107063005937546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/6419107063005937546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/6419107063005937546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2008/01/milos-first-visit-to-vet.html' title='Milo&apos;s first Visit to the Vet!'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-7272138922973811112</id><published>2008-01-28T09:23:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T09:40:14.910+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Australia Day!!!</title><content type='html'>Today's a public holiday, but i &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; woke up at 7.45am.. tried sleeping more, but just.. couldnt. So rolled out of bed at 8.25am and switched on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was good; the bible study at Lauren's place and dinner with the girls turned out to be so much fun! It was all about time management, and prioritising etc, and how u cant be the 1 minute christian. Then I got home, and Josh came over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess its been a tough week for the both of us.. mentally and physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was good, had the leaders training day with the whole church. Was supposed to be an all-day event, but Josh and I left early to go to music practice, and it was soo great!! Then after, we went to play tennis!! And we went to Yvette's party for abit, then watched a movie at home and just.. chilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I woke up at 6.30, got ready, then just when I was about to leave, i had a tummy ached.. was so pissed off.. haha dont u just hate it when that happens?!!! So we rocked up at 8am, instead of 7.45am.. but thats okay.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You GOd for bringing me through that session. THank you for Uncle Melvin who constantly gives me feedback on how the session went, and where my faults lie, and what I should have done instead of.. I really, appreciate those sessions because I know I can improve off them. I just need to write down and plan what I want to say.. instead of just stammering and stuttering.. though ive been doing this for like a year or so, i STILL get heaps nervous when i get up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church, I went to the city to get a pair of sunnies.. was gonna get a branded expensive pair, but after much contemplation, I figured that since I was just gonna use them for sport (ie jogging/playing tennis), there wasnt much point in paying like 200 bucks for a pair, unless I used them to go out and show them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THen, we went to play..you guessed it!! TENNIS!! HAH! I still suck, but i like playing! haha. After, we all went to Alicia's house to WATCH the tennis.. DAMN TSONGA lost.. i was going for him.. Was like the best match ever.. haha maybe when im in singapore i can organise pple to come over and watch the game!! :) But it was seriously fantastic!! For over like 3 hours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we got to the car it was like 10.30pm.. by this time i was absolutely buggered.. like.. im not kidding. I missed a step and fell down whilst opening the car, and i just started.. tearing up.. cos i wanted to go home and chill so badly.. It wasnt that bad just my knee is bruised, but I just felt.. tired. My whole body was so stiff and rigid (because of the air conditioning in the house, and cos I havent exercised so much for a long time)..  and it hurt to even stand up (I was lying on the couch all curled up). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh sent me home and he even stayed to watch friends with me, DESPITE telling me earlier on in the day that he was sick of driving to my place. LOL. Then I made myself a cup of instant hot chocolate (was gonna make tea but i didnt have milk) and felt better... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Im having a bbq at my place! for my friendS!!! well.. i dont seriously know who is rocking up, but if you happen to read this, im having a bbq on Australia Day!!!! at my place around 5ish, BYO meat/drinks. I reckon Milo's gonna get traumatised again (cos of Jerry) but oh well!!! And hopefully someone will bring their cricket stumps and stuff so we can play street cricket..? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God I know you put me here for a reason, and I know I have to get off my lazy ass and be more sociable, instead of shutting myself up in my house (last year) and feeling sorry for myself..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-7272138922973811112?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/7272138922973811112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=7272138922973811112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/7272138922973811112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/7272138922973811112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-australia-day.html' title='Happy Australia Day!!!'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-6203448934215948700</id><published>2008-01-24T14:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T14:50:38.874+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week has been a busy one for me and Milo!! (Well, just for me – Poor Milo has a vet appointment next week.. awww.. and afew more to get desexed… poor little guy..) but oh well guess it has to be done!!  and OMG I actually haven’t had the time to watch my darling Gray’s Anatomy.. NOOoo hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTLY, GOOD LUCK TO SAMANTHA KOH WEI-FANG.. my sister (Unbelievably, by blood HAHA JUST KIDDING). haha I just wanna wish you all the best for your Os.. right now u must be sweating bullets and have armpit sweat patches.. anyway! I believe in you, love you and am praying for you. LOVE YA HEAPS SIS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY..  This is just a snapshot of my week.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY&lt;br /&gt;The opening night of Big Week Out. After work, Josh picked me up, and we went to the opening night cos Josh had to play the guitar. Was cool, the talk given was good.. all about not missing a single opportunity in your life.. wont elaborate more, but it was pretty cool seeing the younger generation (Grippers) serve… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early at the crack of dawn (yes I literally mean that).. at 6am (CLAP CLAP CLAP LOUD APPLAUSE!!) to have a brekkie date with Jane Norman, one of my girls that has moved away to Canberra for Uni. She was flying back that afternoon, and all other times were booked up! So!! I picked her up at 7 before work, and we went to Maccas. It was so good catching up with Jane, I haven’t spoke to her in like 2-3 years! Though it was a short catch up (I had to drop her back home at 8 cos I had to get to work) it was so worth paying the price of getting up early. So worth the cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God please don’t let me miss any other opportunities like that for catching up with friends.. please God don’t let me be lazy and complacent and miss all these great times.. Open my eyes and wake me up to my world around me. WAKE ME UP!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, got home and tidied up the house. Then at 8.30pm, Alicia and Sam, Josh and Joash came over to play with Milo!!  I love how Milo forces me to be social.. haha but it was awesome, got to spend some time with Alicia and Sam. Afterwhich, we all went for Sam and Josh’s basketball game at 9.45pm, and met up with other people that came to watch the game.. Lauren, Gayle, Becky, Daniel, Jess, Greg.. the usual crowd. By the time I got home at 11pmish I was absolutely buggered.. Tim and Becky came over for awhile, mainly because he had to get the guitar for BWO which was at my place.. so they played with Milo too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am eternally grateful.. Thank you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;br /&gt;After work, I went immediately to the Adelaide Aquatic Centre in the city to meet Janine for a Sauna/Spa/Steam catch up, followed by dinner at Café Primo at North Adelaide. Catching up with Janine was awesome. We hadn’t caught up in ages like 4-5 months I think? So we had heaps to talk about. Okay I know I may sound very old, but I guess its beautiful to see my cell group of girls – Janine, Jane, Bel, Jen maturing.. haha I mean its nice to catch up and realise how different their answers to questions and their life perspectives have changed from when they were 16 and still at school (Now they are all in Uni).. haha I guess people would view me the same way I guess.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that’s kinda all that went down this week, tonight, there’s a touch footy game on at 6!!  cant wait for that!! Tomorrow night im going to a girl’s night dinner with Alicia, Lauren and afew more others.. will update later on!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-6203448934215948700?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/6203448934215948700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=6203448934215948700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/6203448934215948700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/6203448934215948700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-week-has-been-busy-one-for-me-and.html' title=''/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-5136244446863416513</id><published>2008-01-20T23:21:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T23:47:56.035+11:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Gone... :(</title><content type='html'>On Saturday 19th January 2008, my grandma flew back to Singapore. I sent her to the airport that afternoon... I hate sending pple off to the airport.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the moments when I got back home by myself.. inbetween getting ready for the BBQ for Back up singers/worship leaders at my place...&lt;br /&gt;I open the door, fling my bag onto the sofa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HI Ma!!"&lt;br /&gt;No response..&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Honey!!"&lt;br /&gt;No response..&lt;br /&gt;Then..&lt;br /&gt;"Meooowwww..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart melted. I am so in love with Milo. Now there's someone to keep me company when Im watching TV by myself.. There's someone that jumps onto my face when I fall asleep watching, and then watch me go crazy screaming.. There's gonna always be someone there, someone that needs me as much as i need him.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Umm..And you.. thank you for just being there when i needed someone to talk to. Thanks alot :) Sorry that i woke u up, actually im not at all sorry.. haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh then after, I went to Coles to get stuff for the BBQ. THank GOd that people actually rocked up. About 30 pple came, I was actually amazed that i was able to stuff them all into the house!! And some brought their kids ranging from 3years to 9 years.. I thought they were gonna be bored, but they amused themselves with trashing my bedroom, playing hide and seek around the house, and finding little "treasures" in my back yard.. like a bird's empty egg shell.. :) They were seriously cute.. AMd!! Milo was a big hit!! Amond kids, and adults!! At one point his head was held by one child, while his rear end by another.. and shouts of "GIMME!" and "ITS MY TURN NOW!" were heard.. but we shall not go there, he'll get over it! WHatever doesnt kill him will make him stronger..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was able to catch up with people that I do ministry with, and actually got a chance to get to know them abit better.. and just chill out with them :) I also felt heaps at home (not cos I am actually home), but I realised that people do love me, and they do think of me as, well, a church family. :) I am so thankful that they came, and some gave me nice presents too!! :) Thank you so much (to those that read my blog).. And!! Thanks for bringing a dish, like uncooked meat, or a salad or a soft drink.. :) Appreciate it.. there was tons of food :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So!! After a greased up BBQ, a very smoky backyard and a smoke-filled house, not to mention a trashed bedroom, and a very traumatised Milo later, Josh and I just sat there looking at the mess, and laughing about it! :) We cleaned it all up. (Josh was like "DEB I CANT STAND IT I GOTTA VACUUM". hahaha. Which was fine by me :) I would not have traded this time for anything in the world.. because this is one of the first times that i have felt truly at home, and like a family with my church people in Adelaide. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was good, Ben came over for awhile to chill and play with MIlo. Then, we headed down to play tennis with some of the church kids.. :) Man i had not exercised in ages (a full month!), and my right hand is actually killing me..because of my tennis racket and my fingers are shaky.. dont know how I am going to lift a pen tomorrow. But this is a good kick start to my fitness regime :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming week I am so busy its not funny!! :) But!! I will blog! I WILL BLOG! and i will EXERCISE!! LOTS!! haha. Alrighty, gotta go to work tomorrow, then go for the Big Week OUt starting service which starts tomorrow night at 7pmish. :) &lt;br /&gt;i love being busy.. :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-5136244446863416513?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/5136244446863416513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=5136244446863416513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/5136244446863416513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/5136244446863416513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2008/01/shes-gone.html' title='She&apos;s Gone... :('/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-7951186866831390298</id><published>2008-01-16T22:00:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T22:20:21.820+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Work!! haha</title><content type='html'>Oh no.. my vacation is coming to an end... Ok this is the part where all of you say "Huh? Didnt it end when you came back?" No.. the truth is, its gonna end this Saturday, when my grandma goes back to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one to clean my house for me..&lt;br /&gt;No one to cook for me..&lt;br /&gt;No one to wake me up..&lt;br /&gt;No one to make Milo (the drink) for me in the morning..&lt;br /&gt;No one to feed Milo (the cat) for me..&lt;br /&gt;No one to feed me my vitamins in the morning..&lt;br /&gt;No one (person not cat) to just be there when i get home.. &lt;br /&gt;No one to nag at me (ok this i will NOT miss)&lt;br /&gt;No one to tell me what to do..&lt;br /&gt;No one to sleep with (ok this just sounds wrong)..&lt;br /&gt;No one to sleep in my bed with me at night (ok trying to justify the above sentence just makes it worse)..&lt;br /&gt;No more family around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok i know ive been complaining alot, but I guess at the end of the day I dont want my Grandma to leave.. because she's still my family and I'll miss her, as much as I find it really, hard and stressful living with her. Maybe Im just not used to it.. but ill still be sad to see her go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to clean, feed, cook and fend for myself.. but that's okay!! I mean, its back to work right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, I've put my life on hold for Mama. To me, it is and always will be to have my family first. I hope, and I know that I will always, always put my family first in my life. Everything will be on hold when anyone comes to visit me because time with them is so precious in my life. EVEN IF I complain alot. haha. and EVEN IF they are difficult to live with. EVEN IF I get fat from the non-exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next week, my life will be filled with EVENTS!!.. so stay tuned and get ready to hear all about them!! (Man I sound like a radio station/church announcer). Anyway just to give a little perspective.. Saturday night I have a Worship gathering at my place!!! (yup hopefully people are gonna rock up - mainly back up singers and worship leaders and Lauren n Josh! and their families!!) Hopefully the kids wont get too bored.. Not to mention church on Sunday, friends over in the arvo, a vet appointment, a touch footy game, the gym, kick boxing lessons somewhere in next week! But I still miss SIngapore heaps.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MAMA i dont want you to go.. but why are u so hard to live with!? Im not fully Australian,  but I am still NOT fully Singaporean either - 7 years here.. what do u expect?! Though Im NOT that Australian, I am NOT that Asian either - as much as I reallylive with!?!!!! Its so frustrating.. What do you mean when you say "the Asian way" of doing things? I dont understand. "Doing things the ASIAN WAY" - what is that? I know i may not be fully Australian, or not as Australian as some of my ABC friends, hate to admit that.. and I really dont understand what you mean when u say these things. I believe in paying my way if she wants to give me a bed, I dont care if the bed rots in her garage if she doesn't use it - she still is giving it up for me, and should have it.. The "Asian Way" of just giving me the bed doesnt mean a thing to me.. because she is still giving it up and should be compensated. RIght? RIGHT?!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so.. HATE admitting that im not asian..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-7951186866831390298?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/7951186866831390298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=7951186866831390298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/7951186866831390298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/7951186866831390298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-to-work-haha.html' title='Back to Work!! haha'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-429419800999205095</id><published>2008-01-15T18:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T19:01:13.145+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Post.</title><content type='html'>Today i met up with Leanne Hoad, principal of Leanne Hoad Singing Studios to organise the Workshop that she is doing for my team of Back up singers in church, and also to organise private lessons for me and joy (as a duo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she showed me around and introduced me to her studio.. a familiar feeling crept over me... smallness? crappyness? haha Its the same feeling when i first met Katya Winspear, the best of my vocal teachers so far. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;WHy do all the good singing teachers make you feel so small and crappy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So im pretty sure this singing studio is good.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. its back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-429419800999205095?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/429419800999205095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=429419800999205095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/429419800999205095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/429419800999205095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2008/01/short-post.html' title='Short Post.'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-5580792664957788802</id><published>2008-01-13T16:50:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T17:03:11.163+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Women Education for Josh 101 - Class #1</title><content type='html'>haha i guess i must have been taking alot of my stress and pressure out on Josh these past few days, so please, EVERYONE! IGNORE ANYTHING that Josh TAGS on my TAGBOARD IN RELATION TO THIS POST.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene #1: In Church this morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deb (whispers)   :    Josh.. Im freezing cold!&lt;br /&gt;Josh             :    Oh.. so..you want my Jacket? (Starts taking Jumper off)&lt;br /&gt;Deb              :    Its okay Josh (gives him a big smile)&lt;br /&gt;Josh             :    Okay Deb (puts jumper back on)&lt;br /&gt;Deb (loudly)     :    SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;Josh             :    What's the matter?!!!&lt;br /&gt;Deb              :    Okay Josh, that was a TEST and you JUST FAILED!!&lt;br /&gt;Josh (protests)  :    WHAT?!! How did I FAIL?! YOU SAID you DIDNT want my jumper!!!&lt;br /&gt;Deb              :    YEAH I SAID I didnt want it, but im still cold, aren't I?! &lt;br /&gt;                      EVEN THOUGH i refuse your jumper, you STILL GIVE IT TO ME &lt;br /&gt;                      cos you NOTICE me shivering and about to die!!! right?!!!&lt;br /&gt;Josh             :    OH MY GOSH DEB... (Takes off jumper and chucks it in my face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCENE #2: Walking past a computer shop window, we both see computer keyboards for sale...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh    : Oh Deb! Look at those computer parts!&lt;br /&gt;Deb     : Oh.. okay.. they look okay.. do you wanna go in and look at them closely?&lt;br /&gt;Josh    : Nah, its okay&lt;br /&gt;Deb     : You SURE?? u absolutely sure?? i can go in! (starts to walk in)&lt;br /&gt;Josh    : NO, its okay.. (pulls me away from the shop and we resume walking)&lt;br /&gt;Josh    : DEB, that was an EXAM and you just FAILED!!&lt;br /&gt;Deb     : You IDIOT! How the heck was that an exam?&lt;br /&gt;Josh    : When you saw the keyboards for sale, your first reaction should have been&lt;br /&gt;          to say "Oh Josh, can I buy them for you? Cos ur such a good bf and all"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEUUUCHH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-5580792664957788802?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/5580792664957788802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=5580792664957788802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/5580792664957788802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/5580792664957788802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2008/01/women-education-for-josh-101-class-1.html' title='Women Education for Josh 101 - Class #1'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-2750821839171705263</id><published>2008-01-09T22:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T22:31:19.172+11:00</updated><title type='text'>"I am a mystery.. I am a locked room in a tall tower"..</title><content type='html'>Dont know why ive been feeling so dark and melacholic lately. I think if i were to start writing songs they would be dark and make people want to kill themselves (hello Hotel California anyone?!) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that Im missing my weekly dose of exercise?? Okay before I go on further.. its essential that I explain that I have this policy in my life.. that.. whenever any of my family members, or friends come to visit me, I will drop all activities, ALL THINGS, to be with them and spend time with them.&lt;br /&gt;So, when my grandma is here, i just go to work and come home. The weekend isnt so bad; at least we can go out and do stuff.. but Sunday night thru to Wednesday night.. theres nothing to do.. but to stay at home (and watch TV).. :( I cant even make my weekly Touch footy game this week, because Im gonna take Grammy out for Late Night Shopping Night.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't misunderstand.. I LOVE SPENDING TIME with my Grandma!! :) Esp this trip.. i just.. feel very restless.. and i think im gaining alot of weight.. &lt;br /&gt;And I miss Singapore.. &lt;br /&gt;Especially the late nights out..&lt;br /&gt;And the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-2750821839171705263?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/2750821839171705263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=2750821839171705263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/2750821839171705263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/2750821839171705263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-mystery-i-am-locked-room-in-tall.html' title='&quot;I am a mystery.. I am a locked room in a tall tower&quot;..'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-1956158656619677203</id><published>2008-01-06T23:21:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T23:45:50.538+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Year Resolutions</title><content type='html'>"And Like a Flood.. His Mercy Rains.. Unending love, Amazing Grace"&lt;br /&gt;Thank You God.. the item by Jerry n me went down okay.. Thank God for Jerry.. haha during the whole song, when we were up on stage, he kept looking at me, bobbing his head and mouthing "yeah man.. yeah man!!" hahaha which really, really relaxed me and calmed me down. We sang Amazing Grace my Chains are gone by Chris Tomlin.. IN F Major..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which was SO HIGH.. but nvm its over!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my new kitten!!! I think i will call it Milo or Raffikee.. can someone please tell me which to choose?! haha Milo from Milo and Otis, NOT from the MASK. And Rafikee from The Lion King. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been doing heaps of thinking lately.. about.. what i want to achieve this year in Australia.. This will be my 7th year.. meaning that i have spent almost 1/3 of my life in Australia.. haha so.. here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS&lt;br /&gt;1) JESSICA ALBA - Yes Sashi!! haha MY #1 RESOLUTION!! haha not to BECOME HER, but to become as fit and as healthy looking as her (ok the curves and body dont hurt) haha!! haha u wait!! hahaha..  To do this, I am gonna start (hopefully)..&lt;br /&gt;                    a) Going to the gym at least twice/three times a week&lt;br /&gt;                    b) Going Kickboxing one night per week (&lt;em&gt;if i can afford to..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    c) Playing Touch Footy every Wednesday or Thursday night &lt;br /&gt;                    d) Playing Tennis with Josh and co. once or twice every week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) MUSIC/CHURCH MINISTRY - I wanna write a couple of songs, learn how to play the guitar properly (like not a G key only).. haha. I wanna actually spend more time with God.. with my QT etc. I want to know God more and understand him better. I want to know what my reason for being in Australia is. I want to know what my future goals and if im moving back to Singapore or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) MAKING EVERY MOMENT COUNT - I wanna fill up my days - with friends. I wanna catch up with all my precious friends MORE this year, and MAKE more time for friends.. haah I wrote a list of friends that i want to regularly catch up with.. People in my small group  - my girls esp.. Jen, Janine, Belinda, Jane (when she's down here for a visit).. like.. i am going to try to make it a POINT to have a fortnightly catchup with them.. like go for coffee? I really, really miss them. Other friends and my cousins.. yeah :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) CAREER - I wanna work to the best that I can be.. :) I wanna take up some further study (if thats possible).. And i will try not to be late and oversleep etc now that i live further away.. damnit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. before I go back to Singapore later in the year, I will whip this post out, and see what ive done with my life in 2008!! &lt;em&gt;With your grace God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-1956158656619677203?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/1956158656619677203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=1956158656619677203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/1956158656619677203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/1956158656619677203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-new-year-resolutions.html' title='My New Year Resolutions'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-6282204259560500577</id><published>2008-01-05T18:02:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T18:13:37.951+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4.. 30000 days more to go..</title><content type='html'>Its Saturday!! haha ok I love my weekends.. got straight into the program. On friday, both my bosses got together and made an executive decision: Its Friday, and its HOT.. so everyone knocks off at 4pm! (one hour earlier than usual)!!! hahaha not to meantion that its Happy Hour!! hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I slept in late.. woke up at 10 plus because Joy rang me 6 times in a row to tell me that she was dropping off the kitten to my place tonight. Oh did i mention that Joy bought me a kitten?! Its an orange furball... absolutely gorgeous, but im so scared that im gonna screw it up, and what bout my future plans?! haha. Today at practice Teh Guh heard wrong and was like "WHAT u BOUGHT A KID!? WHERE?!" To which i replied "KID?! where?!! im gonna suicide it!!" And I have to think of a name for it.. and NO im not naming it Raffiki..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway haha went for practice because I am backing up for Jerry who is leading. God, i hope it goes well.. esp Amazing Grace My Chains are GOne.. &lt;br /&gt;During Practice i cant help but think of Singapore.. what are people doing at this time over there?.. &lt;em&gt;(Holds back feelings..) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still miss Singapore heaps. Had a chat with Pastor Wilson, and he told me to go read a book and pray on whether to fully move back for a couple of years or so.. He set me a deadline to do this, and by then hopefully I will know if i am going to permanently move back for awhile at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God.. please show me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-6282204259560500577?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/6282204259560500577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=6282204259560500577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/6282204259560500577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/6282204259560500577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2008/01/day-4-30000-days-more-to-go.html' title='Day 4.. 30000 days more to go..'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-5725240161754972156</id><published>2008-01-02T21:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T22:21:54.203+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Baaccck</title><content type='html'>I am back.. after my short, SHORT holiday in Singapore.. back to reality? Back to being an adult? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess so.. But firstly, i wanna really, really thank everyone that came to send me off. Like.. i know i say this every year, but Thank you so much for even bothering to rock up to the airport.. you will seriously never know how much that means to me, and how much I appreciate you guys as individuals. So thank you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I seem to have lost the abability to express myself.. and i seem to choke on my words and mix them up, or worse, just freeze up everytime I try. And i really dont know what to say, or what to do. Then i screw things up by beating around the bush. And im sorry... I really am.. I just cant deal..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flight was alright :) Public holiday flights RULE! haha for the first time in like 5 years there were empty seats all around me.. :) ha am SO doing that again!! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a really, really busy day today.. non-stop action! Which is good.. which is what i prayed for.. People ask me why I worked today.. truth is, I wanted to work. I want to keep busy.. which is what i did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landed in Adelaide at 9.10am. Changed on the plane, met up with Josh and he took me to work. At work, they actually gave me christmas prezzies!! How nice!! Cadbury &amp; Haighs Choccies, a bottle of Chardonnay and a christmas ornament!! Oh man everyone gave me hugs and I guess i am really glad to be back!! On top of that I found out that I get 3 additional days of leave for work/life/balance, ONTOP of my 4 weeks annual leave!! haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a coffee with Livio (one of the financial planners) at 3pmish which was a life-saver. I was seriously tired.. like.. All accents, Singaporean and Australian were starting to sound the same to me.. After was alright :) Immediately after work, Josh picked me up, and we had coffee with Aaron and Serena on the parade at Cafe Palazzo. (Okay, i didnt drink another coffee).. haha Then, I dropped Josh home, got home to change, and brought my grandma to the city. We bought groceries, and she bought a rice cooker for me (dont laugh people I dont actually own a rice cooker but now i DO!!) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aaron im gonna miss you heaps.. my driving buddy is leaving for England for 6 months.. ok i know its a short period (right Josh?!! haha) but its still a significant amount of time for someone who hasnt actually dont anything like this.. I hope you get an English girlfriend :) since u hate the accent so much :) Take care okay?! Im going to try to make it to the airport to send you off tomorrow during my lunch break, but if i dont manage to, Im sorry.. and ill see you when you get back :) love ya heaps mate em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now its 9.50pm. Mama is cooking dinner, and I am blogging, too tired to even think about eating.. Have to wake up at 7am tomorrow. Maybe I'll bus it in to work.&lt;br /&gt;Work is piling up. I need to start my work study program, write down my new year goals and resolutions.. Thank you god. Please let this year pass efficiently and fruitfully.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will try to blog more!! haha (New Year's resolution #255)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-5725240161754972156?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/5725240161754972156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=5725240161754972156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/5725240161754972156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/5725240161754972156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-baaccck.html' title='Im Baaccck'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-106373653954931213</id><published>2007-12-24T01:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T01:58:15.970+11:00</updated><title type='text'>SINGAPORE!!</title><content type='html'>Im in SINGAPORE!! Gave my folks a surprise! Especially my grandfather. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i DONT WANNA LEAVE. &lt;br /&gt;CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME HOW THIS IS FAIR..&lt;br /&gt;why do i have to leave and have a life there? &lt;br /&gt;Why must i live so damn far away from my family?&lt;br /&gt;Why can I only spend 2 weeks out of the WHOLE ENTIRE BLOODY YEAR with my family?&lt;br /&gt;Why can I only spend 2/52 weeks with friends that I have grown up with.. friends that have known me my entire life and friends that I feel so comfortable being with and that I love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I leave my heart feels like its being ripped into 2.. WHY is there a continent separating me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God i dont wanna waste a single moment of being in Singapore.. and with people that I love. Its so bloody frustrating, and everytime i think of leaving my heart starts tearing, and i just wanna get out there and spend more time with people that i know im not going to see for what seems like a whole life time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to avoid even thinking bout leaving, in fact i try to push it to the back of my mind, but ultimately, there's no way to avoid this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, if your listening, i dont wanna leave..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-106373653954931213?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/106373653954931213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=106373653954931213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/106373653954931213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/106373653954931213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2007/12/singapore.html' title='SINGAPORE!!'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-4664741336707971405</id><published>2007-12-08T01:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T01:29:32.480+11:00</updated><title type='text'>What to chuck.. what not to chuck?!!</title><content type='html'>Friday night, 12.45am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my room.. trying to pack. Tonight Josh came over and spent some quality time with me. Was heaps cool! He brought over this stupid movie.. Blades of Glory.. haha okay it was so stupid but some parts were really, really funny. After, we watched this other movie - one i picked. haha - Bring it on - ALL OR NOTHING!! HAHA its just seriously because I like Hayden P. haha Josh wont admit it, but he loves it! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he left, and I started packing... but right now.. im starting to freak out again. What the hell have i gotten myself into? I look around my room.. half packed.. Law and Order playing on my DVD player.. clothes and bags strewn everywhere, on the bed... the floor is filled with trash bags, paper, litter, clothes.. OMG im really moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God please see me through this next week. I dont know how to react.. Everytime i pack I feel so scared.. what with bills, mortgage.. the responsiblity and ownership of what you have given me and blessed me with.. I know that you said that with blessings, come responsibility. You also said TO whom much is given, much is expected. OMG. So what am I supposed to do now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know everything will be okay in the end. Its just that I really dont do well when I know things are about to change forever. Once I get used to living in my new house, and get used to where things are etc, I will be fine. Today after work I walked to the city, listening to my iPod. It also gave me a good chance to think and reflect about the kindness of God, and how he has so kindly and graciously seen me through this year. God is so, SO kind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I felt in my spirit, as i was walking, and listening to Michelle Branch (ok I think God doesnt need to speak only when im listening to christian music).. I just felt God saying.. "Calm down, stop over analysing this, and enjoy it.."  I dont know if im right or not, but OH WELL I dont care, because.. that did it for me.. I just felt so happy...and peaceful. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha but now its late, and its dark outside. I am freaking out because I know things are about to change forever, but I know in the long run, it will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will always, ALWAYS be okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now im looking forward to a busy weekend!&lt;br /&gt;Between packing all my stuff into boxes, This saturday, I have to squash a back up singers meeting (that i am organising), an open house inspection, a work christmas dinner function at night... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sunday I have church, and then am going shopping with Serena at Harbour town. By sunday night everything has to be pretty much packed into boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im getting the keys on Monday immediately after the settlement, and will start moving in for real on Tuesday onwards(after i throughly clean the house Monday night), as my rent ends effectively this Thursday... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all very exciting, and all very, very cool. &lt;br /&gt;i am so looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine.. by next friday, I will be living in my new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for me. I need it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-4664741336707971405?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/4664741336707971405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=4664741336707971405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/4664741336707971405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/4664741336707971405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-to-chuck-what-not-to-chuck.html' title='What to chuck.. what not to chuck?!!'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-1557184665327331843</id><published>2007-12-02T16:53:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T17:02:10.331+11:00</updated><title type='text'>So! What does a house-owning woman wear/look like???</title><content type='html'>Oh man.. haha im freaking out.. 8 days more to go till the big move..&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe it.. im moving.. and ill be living the life of a single household. &lt;br /&gt;That would be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think ill turn the other bedroom into a study/music studio.. a place for writing songs, going on the net, you know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will try not to have the TV in my bedroom anymore. It will be in its proper place.. in the lounge area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the weirdest part is.. I dont have to be accountable to anyone! (I mean, besides my parents and grandparents).. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANd another weird part.. i feel like im in an "out-of-body" experience. Its so NOT my life.. its NOT! haha my friend made a comment the other day about how my life seems to be like one in the movies.. please dont misunderstand - im not bragging. It just seems surreal thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seriously, all glory goes to God. It would not be possible if not for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-1557184665327331843?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/1557184665327331843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=1557184665327331843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/1557184665327331843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/1557184665327331843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-what-does-house-owning-woman.html' title='So! What does a house-owning woman wear/look like???'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-3971961484522479046</id><published>2007-11-24T09:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T09:49:36.467+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Some News</title><content type='html'>Hey Guys (or Gees, as the french pronounciation)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've actually got some news. No, It is not the dates of when I am coming back.. THat one is still a secret!!&lt;br /&gt;BUT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the news.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. some of you have already heard (by me telling you)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, Deborah Koh Weili, have.. bought a HOUSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its a 2 bedroom unit, but its more like a semi-D. &lt;br /&gt;It has a garden, come complete with a GAZEBO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so going to buy a bbq grill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna Thank God, my parents, and my grandparents for loving me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i looked at the house, I was like . OK God, I like the place. I am going to make an offer, and if its mine, its MINE! IF not, then nevermind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady accepted my offer on the 12th of November 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paid the deposit last Wednesday (22nd November 2007).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Settlement Date is the 10th of December 2007 (In about 15 days)...&lt;br /&gt;AND.. IM MOVING IN DEC 10th!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to do!! :) &lt;br /&gt;Will keep you posted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-3971961484522479046?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/3971961484522479046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=3971961484522479046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/3971961484522479046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/3971961484522479046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2007/11/some-news.html' title='Some News'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-7389032568976610163</id><published>2007-11-12T23:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T23:50:31.116+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful..</title><content type='html'>I am so grateful... Thank you God... Its all you.. And the mystery and the wonder of your plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-7389032568976610163?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/7389032568976610163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=7389032568976610163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/7389032568976610163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/7389032568976610163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2007/11/grateful.html' title='Grateful..'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-2757891194502654498</id><published>2007-11-11T13:05:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T13:12:33.184+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Im BORED!!</title><content type='html'>This is a random post.. Watched Ratitouiie (dont know how to spell it) last night with Josh. He downloaded it off the net :) Half way through the movie made us soo hungry that I had to pause it and go grab something to eat (dont worry i just popped some vegetables and an egg in the microwave - seeing as I am on a diet) chucked some sauces on them and ate them. (Josh thought my cooking was... iNteresTIng!!) haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh came and was on my computer for awhile.. haha he remarked "DEB if we ever get married, I will have a separate desk from you, and you can have your own little messy desk in the corner." But I was vacuuming my room, so he has no argument then!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I led worship in church. Well its really all GOD... i mean.. oh well not much i can say here..Then we had lunch in China town as per usual, and now its just another lazy sunday afternoon.. Later on we are playing tennis again!! With Jerry, Josh, Eunice, Joash, Aaron.. i think.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for today's worship. Its fully all you. I just cant believe i was a part of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank YOu God for looking into my heart, and seeing what i want.. in my life's dreams and goals.. and actually providing me with a way or means to do something about it.... I am so grateful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for giving me life, and for the cross, and for the sacrifice that you made... all for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-2757891194502654498?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/2757891194502654498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=2757891194502654498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/2757891194502654498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/2757891194502654498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-bored.html' title='Im BORED!!'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-7635723688637765507</id><published>2007-11-09T23:57:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T00:12:06.263+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The 9th November 2007 story</title><content type='html'>Hi GUys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today's post isnt really a story.. haha i just thought up that title... haha. Today is a F-R-R-I-D-D-A-A-Y-Y-Y-!! tHIS Means that SHOPS are open!! This also means I dont have to work tomorrow!! Thus, i can go to town and shop, walk around with Josh, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, to see how BAD my chinese has actually gotten.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my housemate cooked soup. I was trying to think of the Chinese word for Soup - "Tang!!" right?? haha Try again. Do you know.. I SERIOUSLY actually thought it was spelt "Tung!". To me, it actually makes alot more sense, because "Tang" is pronounced as "Tang, you know.. like "a tangy flavour, or a like a tangent".. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where as "Tung" is actually pronounced as "Tongue" as in "I have a tongue" which sounds the same as "Tung - soup". Is this confusing to you people? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh had to try and convince me that it was actually spelt "Tang!!" HOw confusing is that!?! This is the lousy example he gave me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Deb, my name is Pak - it isnt actually pronounced as "Pack"!! Its actually pronounced as "Puck"." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like .. "so?? YEAH what's the difference?~!" So!! He gave me another example..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Deb, if your surname was spelt "Kah" it would not be pronounced as "Kay".. it would be pronounced as "Car".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.. Then after pondering it, i remembered my PRIMARY school chinese.. opps..and Josh is born in Australia. DAMNIT. ME-MO TO SELF: SPEAK MORE CHINESE &amp; REVISE!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-7635723688637765507?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/7635723688637765507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=7635723688637765507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/7635723688637765507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/7635723688637765507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2007/11/9th-november-2007-story.html' title='The 9th November 2007 story'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-2937132143097008511</id><published>2007-10-29T19:58:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T20:06:40.369+11:00</updated><title type='text'>WhOO haven't blogged for ages!!!</title><content type='html'>Hi People!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do apologise.. i haven't really been blogging much for these past few months. The reason is.. simply because there isn't really much that's been happening in my life.. not that something has happened yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today I was just sitting in my car and reflecting on what my life has become this year.. so I decided to blog it out.. I still haven't quite figured things out yet.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just seems like all of a sudden I'm an adult.. you know.. &lt;br /&gt;1) No more studying&lt;br /&gt;2) No more Uni lifestyle - waking up later than 8am (yes people this is true)&lt;br /&gt;3) No more Exams!!!!&lt;br /&gt;4) No more staying up past 1am (yes people I have no life).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has all been replaced by a 9 to 5pm fulltime job, gymming after and before work, looking for a house - getting pre-approved - YES Im PRE-APPROVED!!, getting a mortgage - debt.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know.. grown up things!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think im still processing it all.. its happening so fast. I thank God that I haven't actually blown up or flown away.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing all this has made me realise.. is that what about GOd? Is this how adults feel? How does GOd interact with adults?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not very spiritual.. in fact, when i read some other blogs around the place... it really makes me question how spiritual I am supposed to be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh welll.. haha this is such a random post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-2937132143097008511?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/2937132143097008511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=2937132143097008511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/2937132143097008511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/2937132143097008511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2007/10/whoo-havent-blogged-for-ages.html' title='WhOO haven&apos;t blogged for ages!!!'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-20877332050188124</id><published>2007-09-09T00:23:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-09-09T00:48:57.930+10:30</updated><title type='text'>My life is one big mess... literally</title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated to my sisters Samantha and Rebecca Koh ..&lt;br /&gt;Well.. this would be some part of a conversation between me and my blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOG: "HEY!! HOWZIT GOING?! *hugs Havent Seen you in awhile!! Where you been?"&lt;br /&gt;DEB: "Sorry, I've been too busy, unorganised, gymming, etcetcetcETC.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL.. that pretty much sums up my life.. I just realised it today. (BTW, this is going to be a looong post).. more an analytical one i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just got back home after one HECTIC saturday afternoon. This was my schedule:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.00am start   -   Met up with Serena &amp; Joy to organise &amp; buy FRESH Camp Decorations&lt;br /&gt;12.00pm         -   Josh picked me up from K-mart where we bought the decos&lt;br /&gt;1.00pm - 2.30pm -   Went to church for music practice (am playing bass tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;2.30pm - 3.00pm -   Sat in for the AGM for abit (not by choice - josh drove)&lt;br /&gt;3.00pm - 6.00pm -   Went to help Jane set up for her 21st party &lt;br /&gt;6.00pm - 11.00pm -  Jane's 21st Birthday Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i have just got home. Its 11.30pm, and I want to take the time to BLOG thanks to numerous requests.. including my sisters, Josh &amp; Joash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked into my room just then.. looking around.. Bed unmade and unruly.. 4 weeks worth of clean clothes to be folded and sorted (yes I did 3 loads at once and clothes had been piling up for over a month now), rubbish bin overflowing.. without a plastic bag in it.. papers and receipts everywhere.. TV, cabinets and surface so dusty.. night-table full of crap.. used dishes and cups lying everywhere.. carpet floor full of yours truly's hair.. the vacuum cleaner lying on the floor (I took it out meaning to use it, but it was chockers with dirt and hair so its been lying there since Thursday)... WTH WTH WTH WTH!???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to take a shower, and do my tax return, and pay my phone bills. I still need to get a good night's rest, and do so many things tomorrow.. be up by 7am. ON A SUNDAY!! Isn't it ironic.. on God's Day of Rest I have to get up even earlier than I do on my week days.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I still have to clean the house, including the kitchen counters (thank God i already mopped the floors in my lunch break on Thursday). im A slob. slob SLOB SLOB SLOB..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is grown-up life.. but when do I get perfect?? I want to be perfect, have the perfect life, have a perfect house, perfect fitness level, perfect body, perfect EVERYTHING. Perfect Job. Perfect Boyfriend (okay this one I already have - Josh did majority of my dishes on THursday night without me asking him to).. Man PERFECT doesnt even sound like a word anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what? I will try hard. I will try.. HARDER!! &lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;"When the world has fallen out from under my feet&lt;br /&gt;I'll be found in You.. Still Standing.. &lt;br /&gt;When the sky rolls up and mountains fall on their knees&lt;br /&gt;When time and space are through&lt;br /&gt;I'll be found in You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deb's gone.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-20877332050188124?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/20877332050188124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=20877332050188124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/20877332050188124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/20877332050188124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-life-is-one-big-mess-literally.html' title='My life is one big mess... literally'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-5779805349769487139</id><published>2007-08-18T11:03:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-08-18T11:19:43.242+10:30</updated><title type='text'>40 Hour Famine</title><content type='html'>Well.. yeah recently ive been involved with the 40 hour famine. Like.. you ask me.. why are you involved? Is it a cheaper than sponsering everyone else???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its Saturday morning, and in 4 hours I would have completed not eating for 40 hours.. :) i cant wait! My tummy is growling.. and i feel so weak. And Josh has promised to cook a BIG MEAL!! haha yesterday night at GRIP i was seriously so hungry, and i couldnt stop talking about this big wonderful meal that He was gonna cook for me - Carbonara Pasta with seafood (made from scratch including the sauce), Cheese Nachos mixed with minced beef, mushrooms and corn topped with melted cheese, garlic bread... YUMMY!!! I so couldnt stop describing it to myself yesterday night!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I've had to ask myself some hard questions of late.. like.. is this what people living in poverty go through on a daily basis? you know, its like.. dont you get angry? Alright, bear with me.. try to go through just 40 hours without eating solid food. You are allowed water. But people in poverty - some dont even have the luxury of drinking clean tap water you know.. doesnt it break your heart? DOesnt it stir your spirit up? Doesnt it make you angry about the injustice of this world??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really would encourage you - be extravagant in your giving. If you havent already sponsered someone for this 40 hour famine, please grab hold of them and give them ur money. It all goes to world vision, helping kids get the basic necessities of life. Its a really good cause. People have been really, really generous and have really encouraged me to do the same.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! Im off to do some housework and grocery shopping for that fantastic meal tonight.. that JOSH is cooking.. I seriously cannot wait. Please, if you havent done so, try going for 40 hours without solid food, and understand that this is what kids face on a daily basis.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-5779805349769487139?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/5779805349769487139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=5779805349769487139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/5779805349769487139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/5779805349769487139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2007/08/40-hour-famine.html' title='40 Hour Famine'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-519511777927044789</id><published>2007-08-10T23:55:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-08-11T00:06:53.415+10:30</updated><title type='text'>MY Busy life</title><content type='html'>you know what? i was just reading my own blog (yes i read it pple even if you dont).. hahah ok bad joke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway.. yeah my grandma is gone... sob.. i miss her.. haha however.. suddenly my life has become so booked up that I barely have time to breathe or eat lunch, let alone cook Japanese food or Pasta. Amazing isnt it? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She left on Tuesday, but it seems like eons ago. Wednesday night i had touch footy, and then had dinner at Aaron's house. Got home at around 9ish, showered and Josh came over for awhile, went to bed at 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, got up at 7am to have my first personal training session with the trainer from hell... haha no just joking, she's tough, and she's really, really the nicest person. My trainer is probably my role model. She's my friend from church, but is working as one at my gym, so I thought she'd prolly be the best there is to train me. Worked from 8.30 to 5, then rushed to rent a movie and babysit from 6.15 to 10.30.. didnt eat dinner here cos i was rushing to get there on time and by the time i finished i was so tired i hopped into bed anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday (today) was.. in a word, rushed. Met up with Uncle Melvin for a coffee and a discussion, which meant that i couldnt eat lunch. Then, after work, i rushed down to church for a follow up with Phil, which was from 5.30pm to 7pm. Grip started at 7pmish, which meant that I still havent had dinner. It ended at 10.35pm, i just got home, and to unwind i think im blogging!! hahaha. its 11.05pm now and im still in my work clothes, going to shower now and have some dinner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this new life is so good in a way that it keeps me so busy i dont have the time to think about my family and life in singapore. I am really enjoying it.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-519511777927044789?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/519511777927044789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=519511777927044789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/519511777927044789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/519511777927044789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-busy-life.html' title='MY Busy life'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-7596758564156150317</id><published>2007-08-05T21:51:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-08-05T22:05:21.735+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Chinese REstaurants... ick.</title><content type='html'>The reason for today's venting/topic is... CHINESE RESTAURANTS!!!!! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;well.. if I am alone here in Adelaide, I do not usually go there... because I think that&lt;br /&gt;1) They are ridiculously overpriced&lt;br /&gt;2) The food is not that good anyway&lt;br /&gt;3) I can get pretty sick of chinese&lt;br /&gt;4) Too much MSG.&lt;br /&gt;5) Josh/ME cooks better (ok this one may be a lie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, there is the occasional venture.. sometimes cos I crave it, or there's nothing else left in the house to eat, so we go for chinese takeaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.. since my grandma is here.. this past weekend has been fully... FULLY chinese food. I am so damn sick of it. Cant wait to have.. carbonara pasta.. or mexican nachos.. or maybe Japanese.. yumm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday night, we went out for a Celebratory Graduation Dinner with Josh's whole family. We went to Imperial Peking, a chinese restaurant on Payneham road. Where we had a whole bunch of dishes, including Peking Crispy half duck in a pancake (YUM!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday night, we went out with Aunty Jean and Uncle Alan to have dinner because my grandma is here, and they normally take us out. So, we went to this other chinese restaurant called Jade View Restaurant, also on Payneham Road. We had, among other things, Crispy half Peking Duck with pancake, steamed Oysters and brinjal cooked with minced pork.. Okay at this point I was kinda still okay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Morning after church. I took my grandma and Josh to eat Dim Sum (choose as you go). That was kinda alright.... was starting to get a little sick of restaurants bearing stupid names and menus that were in a foreign language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night (tonight), we went to Aunty Jae and Uncle Ken (Uncle Alan's brother)'s house for dinner. We thought it was gonna be homecooked meal, but NO!! Guess where Aunty Jae took us?!! Ur Right!!! TO JADE VIEW, where, among other things we had crispy skin half duck with pancakes, brinjal cooked with minced pork.... yeah.. and we were even seated at the same freaking table that we sat at on Saturday night!! I was praying the owner wouldnt recognise us and give the game away (we couldnt tell aunty jae that aunty Jean brought us there and ordered almost the same dishes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this weekend, I seriously do not give a flying fox if I dont see another chinese restaurant from miles away... or eat at it. AT ALL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASTA.... YUmmmmm..... SUSHI... here i come!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-7596758564156150317?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/7596758564156150317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=7596758564156150317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/7596758564156150317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/7596758564156150317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2007/08/chinese-restaurants-ick.html' title='Chinese REstaurants... ick.'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-4806171504091007796</id><published>2007-07-11T19:02:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-07-11T19:26:49.238+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Sydney Shopping TRIP!!! i mean HILLSONGS!!</title><content type='html'>i AM back from sydney, and have plunged headfirst into my new adult grown up working life. As a result, I have a cold and a cough that shakes all of China. Cant taste anything, and when I got back on saturday night I just collasped, and slept all of sunday afternoon, and night away. Had to pick my mom up on sunday morning at 6.40am... that was fun.. lol then went to church..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOA ok!! Before I say anything more about my new life.. I wanna back up and tell you all about the Sydney trip... Hillsong conference was amazing as per usual, but I dont think ill come back next year, mainly because I have to conserve my annual leave for next year. I have a KID now!!! Her name is Um, she is 7 years old, and she's from Thailand. She is gorgeous.. if you want to know more come email/sms me we'll have a coffee and Ill tell you all you want to know bout the conference changing my life and this gorgeous girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was there I went shopping too!!! :) YOu know what?? Normally I would be so afraid of spending heaps of $$.. but for some reason.. I was like "WHATEVER.. its gonna be my last trip before I start working, so i dont really have a financial concern here"... that folks, was my philosophy. :) But even then... its not like I bought a million and 1 items.. in fact I only bought 4 items, but they were pretty... lets just say reasonably priced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITEMS!!&lt;br /&gt;1) TSUBI JEANS&lt;br /&gt;      I have been waiting for so damn long to get them... :) AND I GOT THEM!!! They are light blue, a little tattered and torn but they are nice and tight feeling. I really, really love them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) SASS AND BIDE JEANS&lt;br /&gt;      From the SASS AND BIDE store.  Man!! These jeans are dark, dark blue denim, and the have like.. golden threads on the pockets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) NINE WEST BAG&lt;br /&gt;    These were kinda like an impulse buy. I just walked into the store, looked at them and bought them. I LIKE though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) HAND CREAM&lt;br /&gt;    Not just any hand cream. This is the really, really good expensive stuff. IT FEELS SO GOOD!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. thats all I bought.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND now back to the real world!! WELL, There is so freaking much that I want to tell you guys, like my first day at work, and a whole bunch of stuff that I just lost track off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe people at work are so nice, and I think I am starting to get the hang of my job. (well, KIND OF). I like my boss, I have my own desk in a cubicle shared with 3 people (mine's in one corner), and my own computer, with internet access, lotus email etc etc. I feel so professional even though I dont really know whats going on or what I am doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIght now Im fighting a sickness. My body feels so damn tired and achy all the time but I have got so many things to do, so many places to be, so many people to talk to and catch up with. GOD HELP ME PLEASE... OH~! My mom and brother are here at the moment and thats been good. AND OH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE, I PASSED MY EXAM!!! YAY!!!!!! I AM NOW OFFICIALLY A HOLDER OF &lt;br /&gt;BACHELOR OF ECONOMICS&lt;br /&gt;BACHELOR OF FINANCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All glory goes to God, because its only, truly by HIS grace and mercy that I passed this term. I know it in me, and its really all GOD.&lt;br /&gt;ALright Im off to watch Harry Potter tonight with my family. (well, half of my family). SEE YOUS later!!! LOve yous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-4806171504091007796?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/4806171504091007796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=4806171504091007796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/4806171504091007796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/4806171504091007796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2007/07/sydney-shopping-trip-i-mean-hillsongs.html' title='Sydney Shopping TRIP!!! i mean HILLSONGS!!'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-7465711257408440685</id><published>2007-06-30T17:23:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-06-30T17:31:25.652+10:30</updated><title type='text'>The end of an era...</title><content type='html'>Thats it folks!!! I finished my last shift working for Retail Activation today. 3 hours ago. Sadly, I will miss the people there, and I kind of feel a sense of.. displacement?? (Maybe that's why I am bothering to blog to commemorate this event.) I mean, Ive been there demonstrating food products in supermarkets since last november, its not that long a time for me to feel too sad about it, but I still do feel a sense of loss and sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why???&lt;br /&gt;1) The worlds best bosses... EVER. &lt;br /&gt;2) Being able to go into the backways of Coles and Woolies, and whereever else I am demonstrating. I mean its kinda cool to sign in and go directly to the back - the staff room etc, the bins.. lol&lt;br /&gt;3) Lugging heavy equipment like my vital unit and my kit around .. OK this i definately will NOT miss.&lt;br /&gt;4) Being able to wear a visitors pass in Coles and Woolies&lt;br /&gt;5) Telling people that I do not work in COles/Woolies, I am just there to demonstrate a product!!&lt;br /&gt;6) The friends Ive made there.. Maria, Stella you guys rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Im leaving for hillsongs tomorrow early morning. We have to be at the airport at 6 freaking am..... who seriously gets up that early!?!?! THen, when I come back home, i start working for real the following monday. NO break!?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter. See you people!! Im off for a week, uncontactable by email. If anything, please sms/call me and I will guarantee a response. :) Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! I am off to return my kit and stuff to my bosses' house. :)&lt;br /&gt;DEBORAH has HUNG her APRON UP for the LAST TIME!!!!! YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-7465711257408440685?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/7465711257408440685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=7465711257408440685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/7465711257408440685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/7465711257408440685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2007/06/end-of-era.html' title='The end of an era...'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-8128775517371544819</id><published>2007-06-23T19:16:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-06-23T19:35:39.213+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Exams.. Schedules.. life...</title><content type='html'>Hey people :)&lt;br /&gt;I am 4 freaking days away from my exams... if i dont pass i think its gonna be the end of the world for me.. please pray that I do.. My exams are on Tuesday and on Wednesday.. they are the last exams I will take in Uni.. I really, really hope I pass them once and for all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then.. this is my schedule for the next two weeks.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday 26th June: EXAM CIS&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday 27th June: EXAM MB, then Im gymming, and then babysitting at night.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday 28th June: Working from 3pm to 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;Friday 29th June: Working from 2pm to 6pm, and then i have GRIP from 7pm onwards.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday 30th June: Music Practice (going for Back Ups), Pack my bag (Have to buy &lt;br /&gt;                    a travel luggage (small one for short trips).&lt;br /&gt;Sunday 1st July: Leaving at 6am for the airport to go for Sydney Hillsongs.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday 1st July to Sunday 8th July: Hillsong Conference in Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday 8th July: Reaching Adl at 3pmish, meeting my mother.&lt;br /&gt;Monday 9th July: My First Day At Work!!! :) Then immediately after, picking &lt;br /&gt;                  my brother up from the airport in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!! i cant wait for my mom and brother to come!! its gonna be so much fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time i really hope I pass my exams.. sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-8128775517371544819?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/8128775517371544819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=8128775517371544819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/8128775517371544819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/8128775517371544819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2007/06/exams-schedules-life.html' title='Exams.. Schedules.. life...'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-751517743868577436</id><published>2007-06-15T18:34:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-06-15T18:47:40.023+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Thank YOu THank YOU THANK YOU...</title><content type='html'>Guess what people?!! I got a job!! I know some of you are rolling your eyes and saying "yeah she's already got a job" but I have been offered a job contract. WELL!! "What happened?" you ask. This is what happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night I received a message from LINK Recruitment saying they had a job interview lined up for me. So, this morning, at 9.30am, I called LINK Recruitment to find out more. She managed to get me an interview at 11am this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part is, the office where I (will be) working is 10 minutes from my bed/house. I can walk to work every single morning. Saves petrol!!! and MONEY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at 11am I went for the interview. By 12pm my new boss introduced me to everyone in the company, and said that my contract is in the mail!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fully stoked. Absolutely can't believe it. On the 9th of July, if everything goes to plan, yours truly will be working full time, 10 minutes from my house, from 8.30am to 5pm, with an hour's lunch break!!!! This job sounds too good to be true - 28 days annual leave, AND they are paying for my further studies into a Diploma of Financial Services (DFP), my Advanced Diploma of Financial Services (ADFP), my CFP..!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I just wanna say a big thank you to God. Maker, Creator, he walked my path before I was born. Thank you for your provision, thank you for your timing, thank you for everything. I got this job because of you. Everything good in my life comes from you. You allow the bad to happen I think because through the bad, comes life experience, empathy, sorrow. I think the bad builds people up, helps people realise what exactly is important in life. I wanna thank you, for giving me both good and bad situations. Especially the good today. I didnt expect it, but you gave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I wanna Thank my family and grandparents for being there always. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I wanna thank my friends for being there, and also being so happy and excited for me when I called them up half-drugged with happiness and excitement. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you. Love you guys heaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe this is happening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-751517743868577436?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/751517743868577436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=751517743868577436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/751517743868577436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/751517743868577436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2007/06/thank-you-thank-you-thank-you.html' title='Thank YOu THank YOU THANK YOU...'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-6343124479144946416</id><published>2007-06-09T00:03:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-06-09T00:05:44.224+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Its been awhile...</title><content type='html'>Since my last post. Last you heard I was a depressive-obsessive maniac. Well.. Im still obsessive and sometimes, as Josh puts it, a crazy woman. I DIDNT GET FIRED!!! YAY!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the best bosses in the whole universe. They are truly, truly awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just that now, i have to study for exams.. They are freaking me out. &lt;br /&gt;STudy.. study.. study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abit more and im done... IF I PASS. At the rate im going.... arggGGHHHH!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-6343124479144946416?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/6343124479144946416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=6343124479144946416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/6343124479144946416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/6343124479144946416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-been-awhile.html' title='Its been awhile...'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-270389086914945274</id><published>2007-05-18T19:39:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-05-18T19:49:17.773+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Worst day,... ever</title><content type='html'>Man yesterday I was doing a double shift, first time using a frying pan to demo with. And my boss walked in on me. I was so unprepared, and I think Im gonna get fired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the things I did wrong:&lt;br /&gt;1) Forgot my apron and hat.&lt;br /&gt;2) Forgot half my equipment that I was supposed to use.&lt;br /&gt;3) Lost something that I just bought.&lt;br /&gt;4) Cut myself with the knife.&lt;br /&gt;5) Forgot the "Caution HOT" sign that meant I was breaking the law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man If i was my boss I would fire myself. I am swearing that I will never ever get caught out like that. I could not look at her in the eye. She's the nicest boss ever, and this is all I can think about. DAMNIT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL NEVER EVER BE THIS NOT-PREPARED. FOR ANYTHING. EVER AGAIN. Especially for work, if i dont get fired. I swear it. &lt;br /&gt;I will be a reliable, dependable, prepared, near-anal girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huge thanks to Josh. I worked for 9 hours straight yesterday, and finished about 9pmish.. and when I came home he came over and made dinner - yes people, cooked dinner, and tried to cheer me up. Was such a mess yesterday. THen we watched Frasier and some Comedy festival, and instead of playing computer games with Aaron and Jerry, he stayed a little while longer to keep me company so as to take my mind off stuff. And today, for going shopping with me, because I know that he ABSOLUTELY hates shopping with me, because I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Dont know where Im going.&lt;br /&gt;2) Dont know what I am going to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thats another story, so I'll end here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum up, responsible, reliable and PREPARED people.. thats the way Im gonna try to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-270389086914945274?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/270389086914945274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=270389086914945274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/270389086914945274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/270389086914945274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2007/05/worst-day-ever.html' title='Worst day,... ever'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-8758152932521732342</id><published>2007-05-05T02:22:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-05-05T02:48:07.375+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Submission ??</title><content type='html'>(In a fake shakesphere hand movement and english accent) "WHAT IS THIS WORD!! Sub-Miss-on u say??" "Never heard of it!! Spot of tea??" lol ok before i get too sidetracked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. tonight GRIP was fun. Afterwards, Aaron, Eunice, Josh, Me, Kim, Daniel and Ben went out for supper at Australian Pizza House. In Singapore it would be the equivalent of going to the Prata House for supper. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah when we were there we got to talking about efficiency, and Josh made this remark about people not turning up late and ways to keep people accountable for this. And, long story short, when I tried saying that i didnt think it was a problem, he kinda went "Yeah you WOULD say that Cos u always rock up late"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I got kind of angry about it. Scared, guilty and then angry is a more accurate way of describing it. Because sometimes I rock up late, and I cant be bothered. And I KNOW that it ANNOYS Josh, and I KNOW that it pisses him off, but I guess sometimes I'm can be pretty spiteful. Yeah so.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I went over to Josh's house to get Heroes. THis is at 12am in the morning. THere, we have a huge fight. So we're sitting in my car at 1am. He tells me I have a problem with athority, and I bring up Russell Peters concert last year, where he was so DAMN LATE to pick me up that we ended up being late and quarrelling the whole evening. Don't ask me why i thought of that - I just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the amazing thing about Josh is, even though he is angry - Even though you can so clearly see that he's PISSED OFF.. he still reasons as if he's not. He has an amazing, wonderful ability to talk things through, and be really annoyingly annalytical about it. And he can make jokes when he's angry (kind of.. a little sarcarstic, but funny nonethe less). When I get angry I just start going off, and nothing makes sense, but its so different with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, he made me see. Its Not that I have a problem with Authority - I don't. Its only when JOSH IS THE AUTHORITY over me that I have a problem. If someone else - ANYONE ELSE said what he said to me, I'd be more likely to take it on board, and listen carefully and actually make amends. BUT ITS JOSH!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;Like for instance, he's incharge of musicians, and me being a bassist, I am UNDER HIM. So, when he tells people to rock up for practice EARLY, i rock up LATE On purpose. JUST TO annoy him. BUT IF ANYONE ELSE told me to come early, i would be there. EARLY too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me wonder.. WHY in hell do I react the way I do? After sitting in the car stoning for awhile, the answer finally came. Its cos I see Josh as an EQUAL, and not someone above me. My relationship with him is horizontal, not vertical. I know to some of you it may seem really obvious, but when you're a couple, and he's over you, its a FULL different experience. Like.. I cant describe it. Other people see Josh as a HUGE AUTHORITY on worship. I think they kind of see me as one too. But Josh is the main nugget. I mean MAN. And its hard for me, as his girlfriend to be under him sometimes, and tell HIM where to go at others (yes people Im the MAN in the relationship) .. KIDDING!!!! :) But I do boss him around quite abit, and being the melacholic/phleg he is, he doesnt really mind and does what he's told most of the time. MOST. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GUESS i have to learn teachability and submission from him. GOD TEACH ME how to submit to him and be nice. HElp me enhance his ministry, and not question him. I HAVE TO learn this. I KNOW i Do. JUst give me time - Im not perfect yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, we made up our argument. I dont call him Josh anymore - I call him "SIR". &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-8758152932521732342?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/8758152932521732342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=8758152932521732342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/8758152932521732342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/8758152932521732342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2007/05/submission.html' title='Submission ??'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-2254343880337901180</id><published>2007-04-26T02:00:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-04-26T02:18:55.315+10:30</updated><title type='text'>"No wonder I call You Saviour... No wonder I'm singing...</title><content type='html'>I just feel so.. overwhelmed.. by God. He is truly awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At GRIP camp, the speaker took me aside and told me somethings about my spiritual life and ministry. I was soo encouraged. But at the same time, I was thinking, "All this sounds so good and awesome and unbelievable.. BUT!! How the hell am I gonna do this? I feel so much pressure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all these excuses kept on coming up in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;"I can't do it.. I'm not good enough, and I can't think creatively."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dont even do QT properly - I dont even know HOW to do it properly." - which is true I still don't. Any handy hints from anyone? (hint.. GAIUS?!) lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I need an instrument. AND I can only play in G on the guitar, so getting a guitar won't help. A piano would be impossible, because of the price and the fact that I dont have anywhere to put it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, God just shut me up on that last comment. YES folks, I am the proud owner of a KEYBOARD!! MAn he just shut me down on all the excuses, but I felt that the most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, yesterday, Josh just casually went "Hey Deb, You have a keyboard now. Someone donated one to the church, and the church has no idea where to store it. In fact the donator just wanted to get rid of it, so its Yours to keep. You have to just buy a pedal and a stand, all up will only cost you $40."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like "OMG!! ARE YOU SERIOUS?! I HAVE A KEYBOARD?!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God, You are the Almighty Provider. Teach me to trust in you completely. I am so, so humbled by your provision. I can't believe you would do this for me. I really can't. No wonder I call You Savior.. No wonder my soul sings. God I love you. In my weaknesses your grace covers me. Thank you so much God. Thank You. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought this was a good testimonial to focus on God's provision. He WILL provide for you according to his will. HE WILL. Just keep asking him. Keep at it!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-2254343880337901180?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/2254343880337901180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=2254343880337901180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/2254343880337901180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/2254343880337901180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-wonder-i-call-you-saviour-no-wonder.html' title='&quot;No wonder I call You Saviour... No wonder I&apos;m singing...'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-990854770038186967</id><published>2007-04-24T22:14:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-04-24T22:33:50.034+10:30</updated><title type='text'>So Blessed....</title><content type='html'>Just came back from GRIP camp. It was so good. The set-up for the stage was amazing. The BTS (Behind-the-Scenes) team did a fantastic job. THey really, really did. I wish I could serve like that. Its so cool. I will try to get pictures of the stage up (If I can).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one, we recently purchased $1200 worth of lights.. revolving lights.. flashing, coloured lights. Those you see at Hillsongs that have patterns thrown upon the crowd. In addition to that, we also have stationary normal coloured garden lights on stage - yellow, red, green, blue - you name it we have it!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THROW in a smoke machine - YES people, we DID have a bitchin smoke machine!!! Controlled by whoever was playing drums - Wong, Jerry and Aaron mainly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the atmosphere, as mentioned, we had crazy lights, coloured lights, and a smoke machine. FURTHERMORE, the BTS team made a huge Banner. The theme was "DEEPER, STRONGER, FURTHER" and it was based around a super-hero theme. So, they drew "GRIP CAMP 2007", the slogan as well as a picture of Astro Boy. IT was so cool. We had a theme night as well, where everyone had to dress up as a superhero. Josh dressed up as Gambit (go figure), Kim was Lara Croft, Gayle was Sailormoon, ANYWAY, it was soo good. And the BTS did heaps of signs - all BY HAND. They did the Wonder-Woman logo, the Batman Logo.. it looked so professional and good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, here come the spirituals..&lt;br /&gt;THe speaker was fully sic!! He like totally blew me away. Everything he said was spot-on, nailing me. And, one of the best parts, is looking at Becky and Gayle worship lead. I mean.. I feel so encouraged and blessed by them. They are awesome, super go-getter chicks who DONT let up! I feel so thankful that God would actually let me have a tiny, small part with them - All those "vocal" lessons, as well as "worship-leading" lessons with Jerry and me. When they led, the Holy Spirit fell. I mean I have never seen some of the kids worship the way they did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my heart. I guess. I wanna see people worship - wholeheartedly. And unlock their full potential in vocals especially (my area!!) to lift God and the Church up. Spiritually, as well as technically. I wanna see them go further and deeper in their relationship with GOd, and become stronger in character (well not physically for women - lol that'll just make girls burly). And be true worshippers!! HOW COOL is that?!! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-990854770038186967?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/990854770038186967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=990854770038186967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/990854770038186967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/990854770038186967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-blessed.html' title='So Blessed....'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-409810941716866446</id><published>2007-04-16T01:00:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2007-04-16T01:13:26.261+10:30</updated><title type='text'>If only...</title><content type='html'>If only.. God made me smarter, maybe I wouldnt feel so inadequate and small and stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only.. God made me that much smarter, I would get things faster. THen maybe I would not come last.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"I just have to beat Deb.. thats my goal" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only.. God made me coordiated.. Then maybe I wouldnt be the first to get out of games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only.. GOd made me smart.. maybe losing won't hurt this bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah.. HE DIDNT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-409810941716866446?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/409810941716866446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=409810941716866446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/409810941716866446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/409810941716866446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2007/04/if-only.html' title='If only...'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-927283646072937166</id><published>2007-03-23T14:46:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T14:59:25.067+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Non-existent Prayer MEeting</title><content type='html'>Today Josh woke me up at 7am with a "HEy Deb im outside your house, C'mmon i need to be early for prayer meeting, So suck it up and lets go." SO, being the nice kind person i am in the morning, I got ready in 10 mins literally and was out the door at 7.10am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. &lt;br /&gt;7.10am - In car with Josh and Joash. Joash sprawled out on the back seat. Josh is &lt;br /&gt;         driving. Deb.. not a happy camper at all. NOt saying anything, looking out &lt;br /&gt;         window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.20am - We reach church. Josh opens the gate. Joash still dead to the world. Deb, &lt;br /&gt;         looking at the empty parking lots around her, gets more annoyed. Damnit &lt;br /&gt;         Gonna have to wait in car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.25am - Daniel Wong rocks up. He gets out the car and the first thing he says is &lt;br /&gt;         "OH NO!!!!! DONT TELL ME THERE ISNT ANY PRAYER MEETING TODAY!!!" &lt;br /&gt;         Deb - NOT HAPPY. Joash opens his eyes. Josh glances nervously at Deb and &lt;br /&gt;         tries to make a run for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.30am - We are in church. Sitting on the stage. Waiting for the non-existent prayer &lt;br /&gt;         meeting and people to come. Damnit... .......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.45am - Deb goes "Josh i wanna go home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.00am - Deb reaches home, turns on the airconditioning for abit and falls asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.30pm - Deb wakes up feeling better and starts blogging.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i complain alot in my blog dont i? Its my venting grounds. And its still HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-927283646072937166?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/927283646072937166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=927283646072937166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/927283646072937166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/927283646072937166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2007/03/friday-non-existent-prayer-meeting.html' title='Friday Non-existent Prayer MEeting'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-7957419438149734239</id><published>2007-03-08T15:29:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T15:29:21.077+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Dolphin Bay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y3/debbykoh/IMGP2501.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-7957419438149734239?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/7957419438149734239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=7957419438149734239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/7957419438149734239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/7957419438149734239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2007/03/dolphin-bay.html' title='Dolphin Bay'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-3539816318704733359</id><published>2007-03-08T15:28:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T15:28:46.216+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Surfers Paradise Beach :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y3/debbykoh/IMGP2555.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-3539816318704733359?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/3539816318704733359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=3539816318704733359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/3539816318704733359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/3539816318704733359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2007/03/surfers-paradise-beach.html' title='Surfers Paradise Beach :)'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-5595467826263901519</id><published>2007-03-08T15:27:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T15:27:52.638+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ripley's Believe it or Not.. 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Sea creatures'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-5799613958812858545</id><published>2007-03-08T15:26:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T15:26:05.029+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Biggest hand ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y3/debbykoh/101_0606.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-5799613958812858545?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/5799613958812858545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=5799613958812858545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/5799613958812858545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/5799613958812858545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2007/03/biggest-hand-ever.html' title='Biggest hand ever'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-621240183142856252</id><published>2007-03-08T15:25:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T15:25:18.676+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tallest Man in the World vs. Angriest Guy ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y3/debbykoh/101_0603.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - 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But today I just feel so compelled to write something about the wonderful and awesome sound guys at my church in Adelaide, South Australia. This post is fully dedicated to them - especially Uncle Victor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every week, week in, week out they have been there faithfully serving. Especially Uncle Victor. There is a practice on saturdays, 1.30pm to about 3ishpm, as well as a dry run through practice on Sunday morning at 8am. When I rock up to practice on saturdays, I usually see Uncle Victor running around, making sure everything is right - making awesomely sure that the quality of the sound and music in AACC is the best that it can possibly be. So this means he comes earlier - around 1 to 1.15pm to set up. Our church just recently bought new sound speakers, and it has been a PAIN trying to figure out how to work them, where to put them, where to put the main sound system etc. Recently he's been recording our worship sessions, and is currently trying to figure out how to do it better and improve us. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never ever seen Uncle Victor complain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never ever seen Uncle Victor angry. He may look stern and fierce, but he's not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I look at what he's doing.. my heart just fully overflows with gratitude, and I am just so humbled by him - and his servant attitude and heart for God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Victor truly sees this as his ministry - he truly sees this as a Call from GOD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Victor sees this ministry as something bigger than He is, and is prepared to dig in and persevere to fufill God's call in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Victor, you are an inspiration to me, and not just me I'm sure. Jerry also told me exactly what I'm writing here. We both feel the same way, AND im pretty sure everyone does too. :) We are like.. in awe of your dedication and servant heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if u will read my blog, but oh well :) If you are, I just wanna say thank you so much. What you bring to the worship ministry - you just make us look good. You challenge me to be the very best that I can be - to bring excellence to the Church and to ultimately make God - through the church - look good to the world. THANKS HEAPS!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-1746753303728836094?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/1746753303728836094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=1746753303728836094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/1746753303728836094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/1746753303728836094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2007/02/tribute-to-sound-guys.html' title='A Tribute to the Sound Guys :)'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-2758787880624405838</id><published>2007-02-22T16:34:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T16:53:41.475+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny Brisbane!! :)</title><content type='html'>Hey People!! Im back from the sunny gold coast!! :) It was heaps of fun!! Alright I went to Brisbane for a holiday with my ex-housemate Joy, her boyfriend and Josh. OK Thank God Josh stepped up if not I would be spending my holiday with Aunty Emily, my landlord and Joy's mom :) She's a nice lady but yeah i would so rather spend my holiday with Josh.. SO ANYWAY!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will be up as soon as i figure out how to actually work the new photobucket. lol how sad. It was A FRIGGIN AWESOME HOLIDAY!! We stayed on the edge of Surfers Paradise Beach, so we spent alot of time on the beach!! :) Im a beach bum. lol OK We went to sea world, Wet and WIld, and Ripley's Believe it or Not museum!!! Joy and Rob went to Wet and Wild, Movieworld and went shopping heaps!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND took HEAPS of pictures too!! :) Josh calls me self-obsessive and proud LOL and got really annoyed at one stage.. but oh well i GOT PICS PPLE!! lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-2758787880624405838?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/2758787880624405838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=2758787880624405838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/2758787880624405838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/2758787880624405838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2007/02/sunny-brisbane.html' title='Sunny Brisbane!! :)'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-4684641248838422475</id><published>2007-02-11T22:18:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T18:58:43.962+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back.. in good old Adelaide.</title><content type='html'>Hey people I just came back today from Singapore. It was a fantastic vacation - awesome people, great food - what more do you need?? MAN.. it was soo hard coming back. But firstly I wanna thank the people that came to send me off at the airport..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Gaius. Why? Because he came after I went in. He came down all the way to the airport to send me off, but then called my hp after i went and it was already too late. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BOTHERING GAIUS. I really, really am touched and really appreciate you coming all the way down. Really. :) Take care in the army and I'll see you when I come back next.. :) Love you heaps!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so if I individually number the people I will be here till tomorrow. ITS OK!! lol I'll try my best :) Thank you guys for coming so much I really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) My family. Thank yOU guys - Sam, Bec, Jeremy, Mum and Dad and Kong2 and Ma2. :) Thanks for loving me and supporting me :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Rachel, Jamie, Amanda, Tim and HOng Hai (ok even though HH didn't come he still gave me a present lol). Thanks for the photo Jame lol And thanks for the Chocolates!! I haven't opened them yet because they look so good that I can't bring myself to open them!! lol Thanks See you guys online :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Sashi and Amy and Pastor Wilson: Thanks for coming. And not only for coming - for like being there for me - listening to me etc. :) Really appreciate it Sash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Gideon (didi), Clement (lemon :)), Shu Ai, Max. Loved going out for supper with yous guys. Had alot of fun. Thanks for your friendships - I loved them!! Thank you for coming :) :).You guys are awesome. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Jeremiah, Jaylord, Benson, Zq. Thanks for coming guys!!! :) Really, really appreciate it!! Take care of yourselves ok? AND Jeremiah NO POK!! lol (ok i think that's an inside joke).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow this is a super-uber long post la. :) But thanks are in order. Im really, really sorry if I left anyone out - it wasn't my intention. Tell me how hurt u feel then I promise I'll blog an entire entry on you. Im not kidding. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEah OK since that's done.. today I just basically cleaned my house and moved into the other room. I'll upload pictures of my room when I have the chance, and when it gets all neat and tidy (i think this will never happen). BUT at least I have a queen sized bed - for the first time in my entire life!! I'm lovin' it. Not Maccas - the bed. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sooo homesick. LIKE this is the first time in 6 years that even after I've landed I can't stop thinking of going back to Singapore.  This arvo especially - downed an entire box of pikin candy whilst talking to sash - he was online. Sash made me feel abit better :) - about the same as eating a box of pikin LOL. Gives me a natural high. LOL OK ill stop here in order not to get killed. Ok!!! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-4684641248838422475?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/4684641248838422475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=4684641248838422475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/4684641248838422475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/4684641248838422475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-back-in-good-old-adelaide.html' title='I&apos;m Back.. in good old Adelaide.'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-4563109207872303265</id><published>2007-01-31T18:17:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T18:58:44.101+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Terengganu :) im in terengganu.</title><content type='html'>YES Im in Terengganu. Unbelievable. After like.. 10 hours of sitting in the bus. I mean.. because some areas were flooded so the bus had to take a different route. BUT ITs ok!! Slept most of the way - i didnt even wake up to get down for the lunch pitstop. Too tired la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. yeah since Ive been in Terengganu.. afew well known cliche sayings have taken on a WHOLE new level for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "The early Bird catches the worm." OR, better put, "Early to bed, early to rise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap la.. slept a whole 8 hours in the bus, then slept at 11pm last night. Because there wasn't anything to do. Today, my grandma woke me up at like 8am. OH well.. wasn't that much of a loss cos I got to discover the true meaning of these other sayings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Little kids should be seen and NOt heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. this one was more self-imposed. Don't really understand hokkien, so sat for like the whole day just stoning there while my grandparents chatted and visited their friends.. all in hokkien (I think). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) "Your grandfather's Road AHHHh!?!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH. Terengganu is the only place where i can say YES to the above. "YES, and then SOME." It turns out my great-great-great-grandfather was made like in charge of the chinese community or something like that. So his family got the land from the government for like nothing. They still own it.. passed down by generations. And there is a road in the middle of my grandfathers land. So i can honestly say that YES ITS MY grandfather's road. SO cool right.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Im coming back on THursday!!! :) YAY!! I can't wait!!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-4563109207872303265?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/4563109207872303265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=4563109207872303265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/4563109207872303265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/4563109207872303265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2007/01/terengganu-im-in-terengganu.html' title='Terengganu :) im in terengganu.'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-2218240919281606889</id><published>2007-01-23T16:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T16:53:51.778+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Arggghhh</title><content type='html'>Today is sort of alright so far. Last night i woke up at like 4am because i simply couldn't breathe. One nostril was blocked with mucus. So disgusting. Ok so why am I blogging this?? lol I don't know why. Just venting i suppose lol.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway!! So when i went to blow it off in the toilet lol i made a lot of noise (lucky my brother did not complain - he was like.. dead), and what came out from my nose was... GREENISH-YELLOW in colour. Wah lau.. ive only seen it like that like.. 5 times in my life lah. lol Then, went back to sleep.. but i couldnt cos my head was hurting so much - it felt like a pressure cooker. lol literally got alot of pressure. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I finally get to sleep i get rudely awakened by my brother.. i think he kinda stepped on me. (can't really remember everything is fuzzy at 6am) lol. Oh well.. now at least the headache is gone. Nose is still blocked and im still coughing like an old man but nvm its OK!! lol it'll get better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i went online to try and apply for my student visa. After like an hour of carefully typing everything into the stupid online form...  "Im sorry.. you are in a location whereby access to this form is not applicable" @#$@#@@#$@$@# ARRGGGGHHHH. NVM!!!!! irritatoes man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK yay tonight im sending Josh off. AWWWWW lol. :) Yesterday night we went out. Couldn't decide where to eat so we settled at Nooch. not too ex can already. lol had fun. I had like.. chilli stuck n my teeth. AND that idiot didn't tell me!! until we walked into Perlini's Silver he looked into the mirror and checked his teeth. YES he checked HIS teeth. lol. Then it was .... "OH MY GOODNESS DEB U SUCK!!!" and yeah.. he said it so damn loudly almost shouting la lol and we were like 2 of the only 2 customers in Perlini's silver, with like 4 sales people there. I think we walked in only to check the mirrors lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK i'd better stop here im just bored today that's why. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-2218240919281606889?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/2218240919281606889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=2218240919281606889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/2218240919281606889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/2218240919281606889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2007/01/arggghhh.html' title='Arggghhh'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-2737972325095316185</id><published>2007-01-23T16:12:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T16:12:22.013+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My Welcome Banner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y3/debbykoh/DebsPictures06-beforeleavingAdelaid.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-2737972325095316185?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/2737972325095316185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=2737972325095316185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/2737972325095316185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/2737972325095316185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-welcome-banner_23.html' title='My Welcome Banner'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-2469940791145657518</id><published>2007-01-23T16:11:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T16:11:05.100+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My Welcome Banner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y3/debbykoh/DebsPictures06-beforeleavingAdelaid.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-2469940791145657518?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/2469940791145657518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=2469940791145657518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/2469940791145657518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/2469940791145657518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-welcome-banner.html' title='My Welcome Banner'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-116945537642974017</id><published>2007-01-22T19:36:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T19:42:56.446+11:00</updated><title type='text'>my blog is dead.. DEAD I tell u!!</title><content type='html'>So it's about time I started posting again hey! I do't know why I stopped.. probably because of laziness and can't-be-botheredness. LOL wELL!! As most (well i think it's all) of yous guys know.. im back in Singapore. :) Lotsa things have been happening, this is just my "introductory" post.. to get me used to blogging again. :) I'm leaving for Adelaide on the 10th of February.. which only gives me 2 short weeks to spend with my family and friends. I feel like my heart is TEARING.. into like.. 500000 pieces.. a piece each for yous guys. Anyway i shall NOT go into too much details. lol still have 2 weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I cleaned my room, hung up the banners that Amanda, Jamie, Amos, Honghai, Clement, Gideon, Shu Ai they all made for me to greet me at the airport.. so nice!! Can't really believe that they actually did that for me.. well I'll try to upload the pictures of that. :) soon :) and as far as I'm concerned, those banners are NOT coming off my room, and they are gonna be there when i come back next year, and hopefully the year after that :) YES DESPITE THAT STUPID UGLY PHOTO U BLEW UP. lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-116945537642974017?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/116945537642974017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=116945537642974017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/116945537642974017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/116945537642974017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-blog-is-dead-dead-i-tell-u.html' title='my blog is dead.. DEAD I tell u!!'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-115846630421294044</id><published>2006-09-17T14:41:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-09-17T14:41:44.283+10:30</updated><title type='text'>My 21st Birthday.. Presents so far.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Hey ALL!! Thank you so much for your presents and well-wishes for my 21st! Ok for all those of you losers who didn't know or FORGOT, ITS OK!! lol just kidding. Alright.. my actual birthday was on&amp;nbsp;the 14th of September (last Thursday). OK that week was the worst week of term I have had so far, mainly because all the mid-terms and everything was due.. that Wednesday (the day before my birthday), I had a take home mid-term exam AS WELL as an assignment to hand up on Thursday. Thus, I went to sleep on wednesday night/thursday morning&amp;nbsp;at 5.30am.&amp;nbsp;On Thursday (yes, that was my birthday), I had a mid-term exam, as well as "My" (Gaius's&amp;nbsp;surprise) birthday!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;BUT!!! I got my first present of all on Thursday!!! It was Josh's present!! He came over&amp;nbsp;in the morning to send me to&amp;nbsp;Uni for my exam. SO!! He was like.. "Happy Birthday DEB!!"&amp;nbsp;And&amp;nbsp;pulled out from&amp;nbsp;behind his back.....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y3/debbykoh/My21stBirthdayPresents011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;A PHONE!! Not just any phone!! A SAMSUNG X660!! For me!! I was like.. OMG!!! As most of you who have seen me and my crappy, banged up phone.. man.. u should have seen me!!! I was so so happy i could not stop talking in that high pitched voice. I did NOT know Josh was going to get me this. HE is the BEST!!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! THANK YOU. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;I CANNOT stop playing with my phone - just the simple action of opening and shutting it.. lol I did it like 50000 times in the space of a day. :) OK i have never owned such a good phone before, much less a flip phone. WATCH out WORLD!! LOL. Here is another picture of my 2nd child (my first is my CAR - EKoh.). Isn't she adorable? &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y3/debbykoh/My21stBirthdayPresents012.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Ok, continueing on with my story.. So I went to bed at like 5.30 again. Woke up on Friday at 7am, for prayer meeting (yes i actually go to prayer meetings on alternate Fridays). Then I went shopping with Serena, and came home and went to GRIP. When i got home at 11pm that night.. there was a surprise waiting for me!!! OK!! I'll let the pictures tell the story!!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y3/debbykoh/My21stBirthdayPresents004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;There was a mound sitting on my bed covered with my comforter!!! A LAGI Friggin awesomely gigantic LUMP!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y3/debbykoh/My21stBirthdayPresents002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;It said.."SURPRISE"!! BOY WAS I SHOCKED!! At first I thought there was someone hiding underneath, but then it didn't move.... SO!! I&amp;nbsp;lifted my comforter and....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y3/debbykoh/My21stBirthdayPresents005.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;IT WAS MY BIRTHDAY PRESENT!!! A real-live 29 inch/68cm TV complete with a remote control!!! YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN ME.. I SCREAMED MY LUNGS OUT!! I Called Josh - He thought Id been in an accident or my house got broken into.. i was hysterical.. half with laughter and half with tears - because I was so touched that my friends would do this for me.. AS IF!!? lol, but they did. Here are the sweet, awesome people that bought me this fantastic TV.. THANK you SO MUCH guys.. I really, really appreciate it.. word.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y3/debbykoh/My21stBirthdayPresents008.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;I opened the package up, and...&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y3/debbykoh/My21stBirthdayPresents014.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Here, the TV stood on the floor of my room in all of its glory.. (Guys, try to imagine a Jesus cloud shining onto it.. like the Lion King when he gets crowned.. and the music playing - OOOAAAhhHHH!!)&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y3/debbykoh/My21stBirthdayPresents015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Now, before I mounted my third child up, I have to take a picture of my old tv - the one that has faithfully served me for the last 4 years of my life, everyday, day in and day out. And off course, to compare it to the new one!! So you guys can glimpse the full effects of the new tv, and how big it is in comparison.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y3/debbykoh/My21stBirthdayPresents016.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;BEHOLD! THe new TV! Farewell for now, my old TV friend, when Joy moves out I will put you up again.. downstairs (I think).&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y3/debbykoh/My21stBirthdayPresents017.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;So yeah this is all the presents ive received so far.. and they are damn good ones too. Thank you people.. I LOVE You.3.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Deb&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-115846630421294044?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/115846630421294044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=115846630421294044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/115846630421294044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/115846630421294044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-21st-birthday-presents-so-far.html' title='My 21st Birthday.. Presents so far.'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-115759524464093507</id><published>2006-09-07T12:36:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-09-07T12:44:04.656+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Kookaburra</title><content type='html'>Well!! This post is dedicated to all yous faithful blog readers.. Sorry its been so long since Ive updated!! Have to get into the habit of doing so.. but its abit hard to do it cos ive just recently been waiting on some news.. Anyway, im going to blog about that stoopid bird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly.. u know the rhyme: &lt;br /&gt;Kookaburra sits in the Old gum tree&lt;br /&gt;Merry Merry King of the bush is he..&lt;br /&gt;Laugh! Kookaburra laugh.. &lt;br /&gt;How gay your life must be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(YOu stupid gaybo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly.. my backyard is NOT, i repeat, NOT the outback bushland. Well, to be more precise, my backyard consists of mainly one single big tree, that is dead (well rotting). It is about to fall on my roof as well, and the tree is located directly next to my room on the 2nd floor. The other elements that comprise of my backyard is some land around the tree, and a small river creek that flows under my rotting boards. But that doesn't make my backyard an outback bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, my single rotting tree, isnt a gum tree.. or is it? I dunno.. but yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, LAUGH all you want!! THAT "hackhackhackhackhack" sound you make is awesome!(say it really,really fast to know what that bird sounds like) and good!! BUT NOT AT 7am in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what woke me up.. at 7 am in the morning. FRICK!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-115759524464093507?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/115759524464093507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=115759524464093507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/115759524464093507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/115759524464093507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2006/09/stupid-kookaburra.html' title='Stupid Kookaburra'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-115512168516000342</id><published>2006-08-09T21:38:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-08-09T21:38:05.216+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Hallo!! Its my graduation.. that day was filled with anticipation!! This first shot is of Josh and I... We look sooo happy !!! lol well.. That day... i woke up at 7.30am.. changed, went to uni to collect my gown.. Can u see?? That ensemble cost me like $45 for RENTAL for a day.. only.. walao.. so yeah.. Then.. the whole ceremony was like an hour. Saw my friends.. but didnt take pics cos that wasnt my camera.. anyway..&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y3/debbykoh/IMGP1239.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;This next shot of me, i couldnt reduce the size no matter how I tried, so SCREW IT!! ITS BIG!! ME!!! I got my degree.. a piece of paper after 3 years of blood. (Alright more like sweat and tears).&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y3/debbykoh/IMGP1232.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;This is my dear cousin Riana!! She is AWESOME man!!! I love her. Shes always there with an encouraging word and always there. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y3/debbykoh/IMGP1237.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;This is a random picture of Lilly and Me.. my babysitting charge.. should update the pic.. this was taken last year, Just felt like putting it in. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y3/debbykoh/20thbirthday-CharliesDiner013.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-115512168516000342?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/115512168516000342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=115512168516000342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/115512168516000342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/115512168516000342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2006/08/hallo-its-my-graduation.html' title=''/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-115512038324898150</id><published>2006-08-09T21:16:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-08-09T21:16:23.386+10:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just checking for size... &lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y3/debbykoh/IMGP1233.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-115512038324898150?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/115512038324898150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=115512038324898150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/115512038324898150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/115512038324898150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-checking-for-size.html' title=''/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-115433960887845249</id><published>2006-07-31T20:06:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-07-31T20:23:29.126+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>Today, I graduated. WOW. ME!! yay!!! photos will be up shortly.. as soon as i connect my camera into my computer. I am now officially a graduate - a holder of the cert that says "Deborah Koh is now admitted to the Bachelor of Economics. I have a degree. I wanna thank God for seeing me through my degree. Thank you God, for taking care of me, and laying out my way. Thank you for placing strategic people in my life. I love you!! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to thank my parents and my grandparents for their constant love and unwavering support of me. Thanks pa n ma!! :) AND!! Mama n Kongkong! I LOVE you guys. Thanks for your prayers and loving me!! :) I am forever in your debt. Thanks for the car, and i can't wait to see you at the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I wanna thank Josh. Josh, you've been there every single day - day in, day out in these three years and 10 months that we've been going out. Cooking for me like three times a week in exams and maybe twice a week when there are no exams, supporting me, watching movies with me, accepting me and loving me for who I am. Comforting me when I cry or am in pain. Thank you. I Love you very, very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I wanna thank my friends here I LOVE you guys so much.. some mentions are... 1stly! Gaius!! Thanks for all your prayers, care and support and all the late night chats!! :) ur an awesome friend. Don't go!!! lol 2ndly, Joy!!! AKA my housemate!! Without you I would be living like.. in the street i think. Thanks for your support.. and not saying anything especially when the house gets messy during exam time. Thanks for being sooo relaxed about life! I LOVe those midnight chats before you take a shower and before you go to bed. Don't move home!!! lol next, SERENA!!!! I love the once a week dinners/lunches. This girl is amazing.. whenever I feel down and confide in her, she always brings a ray joy through her personality!! Lastly, AAron!!! He is AWESOME!! i love spending time with him, cos he's so crazy about Jessica Alba, yet he still manages to keep sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Singapore, my friends are awesome too!! Talking to me on msn, encouraging me, making me laugh through their blogs and msn chats! Jamie!! I LOVE YOU heaps. Thanks for your comments that are soo true yet funny. MY MADDY friend with a smelli too!!! lol Amanda!!!!! Love your chats about weddings, marriage, cheap flights!! and... Chinny!! ok her real name is Rachel. I MISS TASMANIA.. well.. just yous guys!! Thanks for chatting to me long and loud on msn.. during when you're supposed to be working. LOVE YOU GAL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright.. this blog was meant to be my experience about graduating today, but I've side tracked heaps to thank so many people that make doing life great. I love these guys. WEll, when i put up the photos ill blog the experience into more detail, but can i just say that today, I shook the chancellors hand and collected my degree. Took professional shots with mum and myself. Had lunch at cafe primo. ATE SOOO much!! I was so happy that my mom looked so happy. Does that make sense?? lol I was so happy that ive finally graduated.. BUT!! I STILL HAVE ANOTHER DEGREE TO GO. So its back to studying for me now.. see you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-115433960887845249?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/115433960887845249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=115433960887845249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/115433960887845249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/115433960887845249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2006/07/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-115344172393229229</id><published>2006-07-21T10:50:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-07-21T10:58:43.986+10:30</updated><title type='text'>IM hOME...</title><content type='html'>But i miss Rachel and Kelvin!! :) LOL We had soo much fun in Tasmania.. even though im such a cheap ass. My best times were just hanging around in the kitchen after cooking a cheapass meal and just chatting/playing asshole. LOL. I remember one of the nights, we lost track of time - started dinner at 8plus, finished at 11.30pm. Really got to know them that LITTLE bit more. I LOVE THEM!! Man.. i feel soo empty by myself at home.. hai.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, after boarding 2 flights out of Tasmania to Adelaide, Aaron picked me up at the airport in JOSH's CAr~! :) I have to say.. the sight of Josh's car makes me miss JOsh even more. Then we decided to go to Villanovas on the parade to eat.. but turns out that Villanovas closed down!! :) and Cafe Primo is there!! yay!! i heart cafe primo!! I can now take my mother there!! :) im sure she will like it. In the end we just went to Woolies and had lagsana at home, watching a HORROR movie - "Secret Window". NOT good. Horror MOVIE + spending the night by myself at home.. after Aaron left i was soo freaked. To make matters worse, my house alarm downstairs went off loudly in the night.. i was soooo freaked!! Thank God for a safe night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!! Tonight ill see JOSH!!! I can't wait!! OH btw, Ma!! I can pick you up at the airport.. i have one class at 10am to 11am on Friday, but after that im free the whole day!! we can do stuff!! whatever you want!! Cant wait for you to come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-115344172393229229?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/115344172393229229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=115344172393229229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/115344172393229229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/115344172393229229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-home.html' title='IM hOME...'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-115310537325846084</id><published>2006-07-17T13:29:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-07-17T13:32:53.270+10:30</updated><title type='text'>Hillsong Conference (Sydney) + Melbourne + Tasmania</title><content type='html'>Hey people!! Man its been soo long since ive blogged. Having a spare moment now, so all i wanna say is a BIG thank YOu to God for my results. Im currently in the Tasmanian State Library at the moment. Rachel and Kelvin have gone on a tour, and im too cheap to pay for it, so im stuck here in the city for the whole day by myself: "ME time" until they come back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole trip so far was soo much fun, and im really learning valuable lessons on the way. I dont think im ever going on a trip like this again for a very long time, not till i start working and have savings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-115310537325846084?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/115310537325846084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=115310537325846084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/115310537325846084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/115310537325846084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2006/07/hillsong-conference-sydney-melbourne.html' title='Hillsong Conference (Sydney) + Melbourne + Tasmania'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-115003907853532031</id><published>2006-06-12T01:38:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-06-12T01:48:01.076+10:30</updated><title type='text'>stoopiD JOSH</title><content type='html'>Well.. a week to exams.. cant seem to get down n gritty with studying. TRying really hard though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOOPID Josh, has gone and sprained his ankle. He now looks like a penguin when he walks. I seriously dont know if i should kill him (i want to) or to Strangle him (good option here too) or to just play the sympathetic girlfriend (NOT DOING THIS).&lt;br /&gt;I mean.. its so his fault that he got the sprained ankle. He was playing basketball, and he went up for a layup... and when he came down, yup you guessed it - someone got in his way. I MEAAN.. why does he wanna play basketball1?!!! !@#%!@#!@#$!@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And FYI JOSH, letting me see the ankle and oh so proudly displaying your injuries and everything does not make me wanna go all sympathetic. AT ALL. In fact it makes me wanna kill u. I mean... ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulled off his socks and ankle guard to reveal his ankle. The foot was BLUE BLACK in most parts, and there is a swelling the size of an egg all around his ankle. He winces everytime he puts weight on it, AND he refuses to go see a doctor BECAUSE I THINK he doesnt wanna waste the money. I AM NOt exaggerating at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;statements like "Oh DEB it'll heal by itself" and "there's nothing i can do at this point" do NOT HELP. please go see a doctor, or ull have to put up with my constant naggings. Either that, or it better have miraculously healed itself and returned to normal colouring and the swelling subside the NEXT TIME I SEE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-115003907853532031?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/115003907853532031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=115003907853532031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/115003907853532031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/115003907853532031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2006/06/stoopid-josh.html' title='stoopiD JOSH'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924292.post-114924712679953623</id><published>2006-06-02T21:38:00.000+10:30</published><updated>2006-06-02T21:48:46.810+10:30</updated><title type='text'>ARRGGH STUPID assignment</title><content type='html'>I am drowning in my assignment.. It is Friday night, and i am &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; in Uni.. doing my Portfolio theory and management III assignment that is due on Monday. Thank God for friends like Andrew, who so willingly gave up his lunch time to help me understand what the hell the assignment was. MAn!!! ITS SO MUCH WORK!! and i barely understand what im supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night.. was another late night.. i didnt get to start doing serious work until like.. 11pmish.. cos Josh and I went out for dinner to use a "buy one get one main meal free" at Billy Baxters (the coupon expired that day). then when we came back Joy was playing with the Sing Star thing.. so i played afew rounds.. so long story short.. yeah started full serious work at 11.30pm. Didn't finish my work till about 3.30ish in the morning.. so went to bed at 4am.. again.. hmmm.. this is getting to be like a habit i think lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!! Remember the test i blogged previously about?? Well, i got the results back. CONGRTULATIONS DEB! yOU'VE PASSED PUBLIC ECONOMICS!!! YAY!!! so one subject is down and three more to go.... three.. killer ones.. but at least public eco is over, so i can breathe a little easier - the July trip seems a little bit within grasp (cos now at least i dont have to go back for a sup if i failed that paper). I just really wanna thank God. Thank YOU GOD!! for helping me pass that subject. :) But i didnt do as well as i had hoped :( Oh well.. thank GOd i passed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deb's outta there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7924292-114924712679953623?l=deborahk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/feeds/114924712679953623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7924292&amp;postID=114924712679953623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/114924712679953623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7924292/posts/default/114924712679953623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deborahk.blogspot.com/2006/06/arrggh-stupid-assignment.html' title='ARRGGH STUPID assignment'/><author><name>DEbBy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05732258116586442909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
