<?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-31401753</id><updated>2011-09-23T01:03:09.771+08:00</updated><category term='baby'/><title type='text'>mamadiary</title><subtitle type='html'>a diary to keep every happy, funny and precious moments in my life. It gonna be my very important memories cache when I am old. :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>177</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-7277332364442187213</id><published>2010-01-27T13:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T14:30:59.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling bad...</title><content type='html'>I feel bad...   I realise myself giving stress and pressure to my dear family... and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I worry too much. I should learn not to over worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I can do it... Sometimes I just forget that the way I do, will give my loves one stress and pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my family very very much. I want them happy and I should not worry much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-7277332364442187213?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7277332364442187213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=7277332364442187213&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/7277332364442187213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/7277332364442187213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2010/01/feeling-bad.html' title='feeling bad...'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-3433152055953124934</id><published>2010-01-07T09:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T09:53:52.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agnes starts her Primary 1 !!</title><content type='html'>4th Jan 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School Reopen! but Agnes got fever. She had to rest at home. She was so sad that day to find herself can't go to her new school whereas her kindy friends happily bring their new school bags to start their school. She hoped to drink a miracle medicine and get healed in one minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got no more fever so bappy approved her to school the next day. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th Jan 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Agnes was very very happy + excited that early morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bappy brings her to school @ 630am with brother Jayden. Sending brother Jayden to nanny's house on the way to Agnes' school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agnes told us she made some new friends at school. But when asked about her friends' names. She doesn't know any of her friends' names. How cute and real they are when making friends. Don't care what's your name, your races, your religions. They just want more friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got her white shoes a bit dirty. Asking me to help her to clean her shoes this weekend. (nightmare to me. hahaa!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th Jan 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agnes made more friends today. Played with friends during breaktime. Ran back to the classroom when bell rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She enjoyed school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;She seems like not enough sleep. Maybe not yet get used to the school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she is happy. That's important to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. Bappy and I still adjusting ourselves to new lifestyle starting this year. (Wake up early at mornings and sleep early at nights, joining the traffic jam around school compound) This is going to be a long journey till our Jayden finishes his secondary school studies... That's going to be how many many years?.. hm... roughly for 17 years? "Back to school life" for us but we happy to see them grow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-3433152055953124934?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3433152055953124934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=3433152055953124934&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/3433152055953124934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/3433152055953124934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2010/01/agnes-starts-her-primary-1.html' title='Agnes starts her Primary 1 !!'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-6630940095448438913</id><published>2009-12-31T16:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T16:46:50.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2010!!!</title><content type='html'>Still at work and going home soon in 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish all of you happy new year 2010!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-6630940095448438913?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/6630940095448438913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=6630940095448438913&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/6630940095448438913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/6630940095448438913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year-2010.html' title='Happy New Year 2010!!!'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-3308714839592764653</id><published>2009-09-12T10:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T11:23:10.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday Jayden!</title><content type='html'>Our Jayden finally turn ONE today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SqsOvZPKmGI/AAAAAAAAAYg/NNVOEw3phCA/s1600-h/Photo421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380410387215325282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SqsOvZPKmGI/AAAAAAAAAYg/NNVOEw3phCA/s320/Photo421.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jayden and mammy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SqsOu8LqiwI/AAAAAAAAAYY/CZ77cze9GNs/s1600-h/Photo418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380410379416013570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SqsOu8LqiwI/AAAAAAAAAYY/CZ77cze9GNs/s320/Photo418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-Jayden wears his bappy's old time baby shirt. I like the shirt as it has wider colar-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SqsOuVAZ3XI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/ulEB_k63Ca4/s1600-h/Photo419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380410368899800434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SqsOuVAZ3XI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/ulEB_k63Ca4/s320/Photo419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, Jayden!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wish you be healthy and happy always, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wish you smarter and smarter, stronger and stronger,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wish you love your koko and jeje more and more, and they love you more too. Yes they do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bappy and mammy also love you, and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we wish you love us too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so blessed that we are family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy birthday, Jayden!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-3308714839592764653?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3308714839592764653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=3308714839592764653&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/3308714839592764653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/3308714839592764653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-jayden.html' title='Happy birthday Jayden!'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SqsOvZPKmGI/AAAAAAAAAYg/NNVOEw3phCA/s72-c/Photo421.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-7242119159324525018</id><published>2009-09-07T09:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T10:10:23.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baked Japanese cotton sponge cheesecake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here's some pics of Japanese cotton sponge cheesecake that I baked last Saturday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SqRpo5alp5I/AAAAAAAAAXg/tAaZ1cApmmY/s1600-h/Photo416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378540006315239314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SqRpo5alp5I/AAAAAAAAAXg/tAaZ1cApmmY/s320/Photo416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -in oven-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SqRpplOIroI/AAAAAAAAAXw/XIJnlDviabc/s1600-h/Photo423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378540018074168962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SqRpplOIroI/AAAAAAAAAXw/XIJnlDviabc/s320/Photo423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- it shrinked slowly-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake is kept in the fridge til next morning breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SqRpqUrpdCI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1upQ-waVWI0/s1600-h/Photo426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378540030814417954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SqRpqUrpdCI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1upQ-waVWI0/s320/Photo426.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- drooling~ - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SqRpqELk4BI/AAAAAAAAAX4/f6D4UpLlDTA/s1600-h/Photo425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378540026384932882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SqRpqELk4BI/AAAAAAAAAX4/f6D4UpLlDTA/s320/Photo425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- yum yum! -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SqRqb8XzNyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/4qE0RCs4ehg/s1600-h/Photo427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378540883282179874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SqRqb8XzNyI/AAAAAAAAAYI/4qE0RCs4ehg/s320/Photo427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- is missing in someone's tummy -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everyone loves cheesecake! Cheers~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-7242119159324525018?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7242119159324525018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=7242119159324525018&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/7242119159324525018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/7242119159324525018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2009/09/baked-japanese-cotton-sponge-cheesecake.html' title='baked Japanese cotton sponge cheesecake'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SqRpo5alp5I/AAAAAAAAAXg/tAaZ1cApmmY/s72-c/Photo416.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-7316308255058944390</id><published>2009-08-28T10:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T10:41:23.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merdeka Party</title><content type='html'>Agnes and Ryan is having Merdeka Party at their school today. Children are asked to bring some goodies to share with their friends in the party. Sounds fun right! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are few choices of food to bring such as, noodles, beehoon, sandwiches, buns, muffins, cupcakes and etc. Fruits like diced honeydew, diced dragonfruit, diced apple and etc. Drinks like boxed milo, vitagen... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we decided to get them to bring cupcakes to their party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/Spc9nPWQBuI/AAAAAAAAAXY/b89yaif8RtE/s1600-h/Photo409_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374832424634025698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/Spc9nPWQBuI/AAAAAAAAAXY/b89yaif8RtE/s320/Photo409_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- cupcakes with flags -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/Spc9mqJt6II/AAAAAAAAAXQ/67Mv9oOhITo/s1600-h/Photo405_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374832414649346178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/Spc9mqJt6II/AAAAAAAAAXQ/67Mv9oOhITo/s320/Photo405_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- cupcakes with cute 'bendera' -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I baked these cupcakes yesterday night. Did some simple decoration for the party theme. Ryan and Agnes were so excited and happy to see 'twinkle stars' and flags on their cakes! Bappy and I enjoy to see their excitement on their face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks bappy for helping to buy the ingredients and some deco stuffs to make these wonderful cakes for kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hope they enjoy the party, enjoy the food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-7316308255058944390?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7316308255058944390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=7316308255058944390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/7316308255058944390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/7316308255058944390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2009/08/merdeka-party.html' title='Merdeka Party'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/Spc9nPWQBuI/AAAAAAAAAXY/b89yaif8RtE/s72-c/Photo409_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-6698891359449131335</id><published>2009-06-08T09:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:08:43.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Places I go... on my birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first time breakfast at...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SixufX6HgHI/AAAAAAAAAXI/8sN-drszmss/s1600-h/Photo370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344768343054712946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SixufX6HgHI/AAAAAAAAAXI/8sN-drszmss/s320/Photo370.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mummy's hot Caramel Macchiato and Bappy's Cappucino&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We had Blueberry Muffin and Chicken Mushroom Club Sandwich. Too bad I can't upload the pics of what I have eaten here, bad handphone!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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/31401753-6698891359449131335?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/6698891359449131335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=6698891359449131335&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/6698891359449131335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/6698891359449131335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2009/06/places-i-go-on-my-birthday.html' title='Places I go... on my birthday'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SixufX6HgHI/AAAAAAAAAXI/8sN-drszmss/s72-c/Photo370.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-1958083524454313409</id><published>2009-05-26T10:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T10:36:39.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ryan says...</title><content type='html'>when I try to scold or blame Ryan for certain thing, he will always tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"她打我"...&lt;/span&gt;  (she hits me)  but in fact, his sister didn't hit him most of the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he is trying to tell me he is being bullied by his sister first before I scold him, so the sister also get scolded together with him... But, I will know how true is his statement by analysing his tone when he complaining "她打我"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-1958083524454313409?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1958083524454313409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=1958083524454313409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/1958083524454313409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/1958083524454313409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/ryan-says.html' title='ryan says...'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-296133065796807526</id><published>2009-05-26T10:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T10:23:04.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>agnes says...</title><content type='html'>Some of funny words that I would like to jot down before I forget.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when she wants to tell me something.. she says..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"I give you say"&lt;/span&gt;   (我给你说)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-296133065796807526?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/296133065796807526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=296133065796807526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/296133065796807526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/296133065796807526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2009/05/agnes-says.html' title='agnes says...'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-6437017401581853736</id><published>2009-04-14T08:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T09:06:25.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling SO great!</title><content type='html'>Guys! you know what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My company starts to have alternate Saturday off starting this April 2009! It's a great change that I waited for so long!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 years long battle (I according to my boss), fighting for Saturdays OFF! and now I finally see the impossible becomes possible! Now we having alternative Saturday off, soon or later we will have ALL Saturdays off! Weee~~~!!!! Thanks for the seniors who have fight for us years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This news makes me happy and touched! Now, I have two FREE Saturday morning in a month to 'pak tor' while doing housework with bappy! you know, is easy to do housework without the kids at home. So happy! :D I hope I don't need to wait for long to have ALL Saturdays off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. I was drunk in happiness till forget to post this memorable change in my memory lane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-6437017401581853736?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/6437017401581853736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=6437017401581853736&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/6437017401581853736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/6437017401581853736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2009/04/feeling-so-great.html' title='feeling SO great!'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-5319953493786779751</id><published>2009-03-18T09:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T09:22:40.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Jayden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/ScBMs3oskOI/AAAAAAAAAWY/p0nUfiSdk-E/s1600-h/bbJayden4.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314331894029783266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/ScBMs3oskOI/AAAAAAAAAWY/p0nUfiSdk-E/s400/bbJayden4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/ScBLJ37mM_I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Y1uGiyhNG4c/s1600-h/bbJayden4.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Just Jayden - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-5319953493786779751?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5319953493786779751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=5319953493786779751&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/5319953493786779751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/5319953493786779751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2009/03/baby-jayden.html' title='Baby Jayden'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/ScBMs3oskOI/AAAAAAAAAWY/p0nUfiSdk-E/s72-c/bbJayden4.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-8419599813591146153</id><published>2009-03-11T14:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:52:40.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bappy...</title><content type='html'>Thank you for being with me throughout the ups and downs and wish we stay happy and healthy with our kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy 6th Annivesary&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-8419599813591146153?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8419599813591146153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=8419599813591146153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/8419599813591146153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/8419599813591146153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2009/03/bappy.html' title='Bappy...'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-1590259325183033088</id><published>2009-03-06T09:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T09:29:35.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mammy! Mammy! I want Mammy!</title><content type='html'>I'm going to be panda bear soon... because he keeps calling me during midnight these few nights after he back from the hospital...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ryan : "Mammy! Mammy! I want Mammy! wooo~~~~ "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as usual, the sister Agnes will open my room door and look for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agnes : "Mammy, en en is looking for u... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will reply my dotter "Oh~~~".. then I pull myself cruely from my warm and comfy bed.. what can I do.. I just attend him patiently everytime.. Just follow what he say.. :) I was asked to pat him, to make him some milk, to accompany him to sleep, listen to his nagging, or sometimes get scolded by him.. and I don't what is the reason.. maybe he dreamt me forcing him to take medicine??? haha!.. what so ever... and I was running between my room and children's room these few nights... Hm.. I think I better sleep with the kids at the moment? I'm not sure... I scare the kids will forever want me sleep with them later.. how can wor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh! I can't stop yawning in office!!! I need some BLACK coffee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-1590259325183033088?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1590259325183033088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=1590259325183033088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/1590259325183033088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/1590259325183033088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2009/03/mammy-mammy-i-want-mammy.html' title='Mammy! Mammy! I want Mammy!'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-9075115524645630783</id><published>2009-03-05T09:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T10:07:54.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>skinny Ryan</title><content type='html'>Ryan discharged from the hospital on last Monday and stayed at home for rest till Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning, I was thought to work from home and let Ryan stay at home to rest till he fully recovered. I have no annual leave left and can't afford to have unpaid leave. I wrote an email to my boss to approve me working from home but no reply from him after waited for quite some time. I guess he must be very busy with emergency case again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Ryan getting active and after having serious discussion with bappy. We decided to let him back to school the next day. We will have close monitoring with his school teacher on his progress at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan has no good sleep at night. He keeps crying and asking for me to be with him or make him some milk. My Agnes also did not have a good night sleep too because disturbed by his cries. On Wednesday morning,  I sent Ryan off to school with his sister Agnes. He was very happy. I was worry about him. I worry he get worse after back to school. I also feel tired. Maybe I have no good sleep the night before too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to office, I found that my boss actually approve me to work from home. I was  ;) . But then since I already back to office, I just tell my boss that I will let him know if I need to work from home this week. It's all depend on my Ryan health now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I fetch him home from school, he is doing well according to his teacher. Good to hear that. So relief. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, he gets tired and moody. He keep complaining his stomache. After dinner, I just massage his tummy slowly and put him to sleep. I also fall asleep. Maybe we were too tired. He also making lots of noises at night. Asking me to make milk for him but then he didn't finish the milk. I have no good sleep again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, Ryan was active and happy. I happy to see him like this too. However, he still got complain his stomach pain. But not as often as the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan .. please get well soon... Mammy so miss your funny actions.. so miss...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-9075115524645630783?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/9075115524645630783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=9075115524645630783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/9075115524645630783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/9075115524645630783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2009/03/skinny-ryan.html' title='skinny Ryan'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-3207505837137173540</id><published>2009-02-28T11:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T12:11:09.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan - Day 2 in Hospital</title><content type='html'>Yesterday night I brought Jeje to visit him. They two play so crazily and happily on ward bed. Ryan doesn't look sick that time. He turns active after a long sleep in the afternoon. Wai Po, Ah Gong and Ah Mah, Da Jiu and Da Jiu Mu went to visit him. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I visited him before goes to work this morning. He looks moody. He doesn't want to eat or drink. Maybe he misses his brother and sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me, 'Jeje leh?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him Jeje goes to school. So, I ask him to get well soon so can go to school to meet friends and stay with jeje. I told him that I will bring Agnes to visit him at night if possible. I know Ryan sure misses Jayden and Agnes. So I took some video on them at home the night before using my handphone. Yes, he grins when sees the video and want me to play the video for many times for him to see. Bappy went to tapao some porridge for him and some kolomee for our breakfast. But Ryan wants to eat kolomee instead of porridge. He loves noodles. :D Then, he ate few pieces of oranges too. Thank God he eats again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to babysitter willing to take care of baby Jayden for more hours so I can stay longer with Ryan to support him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hope he gets better than yesterday. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-3207505837137173540?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3207505837137173540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=3207505837137173540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/3207505837137173540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/3207505837137173540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2009/02/ryan-day-2-in-hospital.html' title='Ryan - Day 2 in Hospital'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-2879383615252203828</id><published>2009-02-27T16:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T16:15:37.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan admitted to hospital again...</title><content type='html'>Ryan admitted to Kuching Specialist again today. He fall sick for a week already and has been taken medicine all the while but seems there is no improvement on him. He losts his appetite since yesterday. He takes lesser and lesser water... until today.. he refuse to take water anymore. He laying on Sofa tiringly... sleeps... sleeps ... and sleeps.. I mentioned all his favourite food like 'sio bee', keropok, sweets,.... he just replied me 'don't want' softly... compare to last time when he was very healthy.. we won't dare to mention those words infront of him.. because he love food so much... and he will keep pestering us till he get one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we so miss his jumping, his shouting, his laughters, his naughtiness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope he get well soon... can't wait to bring kids out for fun...  This month is been too much ... medicine smell... and tiring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, please help us..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-2879383615252203828?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2879383615252203828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=2879383615252203828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/2879383615252203828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/2879383615252203828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2009/02/ryan-admitted-to-hospital-again.html' title='Ryan admitted to hospital again...'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-5191867888246348673</id><published>2009-02-26T09:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T11:05:05.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick February</title><content type='html'>Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time I didn't blog. Haizz... There is a many BIG reasons behind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In January, bappy and I busy shopping for Chinese New Year celebration. We also busy with daily chores and busy cleaning house from time to time. We were busy but happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in February... we were busy but not happy. This is because... everyone in my family got sick. Yes.. everyone of us.. bappy and I were very busy taking care of kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning of Feb, Agnes got some chesty cough and virus spread to Jayden and me.&lt;br /&gt;Brought Agnes and Jayden to see chinese physician. First time I gave Jayden take bitter chinese medicine.. his reaction so CUTE. The medicine is bitter for him and making him put his both fists pushing his cheek and keep on kicking his both legs to the air. I can feel he is telling me that 'Not NICE de!' For the rest intake, I try to mix the medicine into his milk, at first I wonder if he will take the milk with medicine or not. I know Ryan won't want his milk with mecidine.. he rather not to drink that milk... So I was worry Jayden will not drink the milk too.. But .. I'm wrong.. :) He drank all! :D hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Feb...&lt;br /&gt;Ryan suddenly got diarrhea. He vomitted what ever he eats and drinks. He got fever too. He admitted to Kuching Specialist hospital at midnight because he shiverred hard and high fever. Bappy send him and stayed overnight with him. Bappy gets cold staying overnight there as he didn't bring anything over. No extra nappies, no jackets, no extra clothes for Ryan.. everything was in rush... I can't sleep well that night as I keep on looking at the clock. I must wake up earlier to send off Agnes and Jayden so I can get to Kuching Specialist to see Ryan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-7Feb...&lt;br /&gt;Ryan stayed 2 nights there. I accompanied him on Friday daytime. His babysitter and family visited him.. Ryan's playmate at Babysitter's house Dino's mummy also came to visit him. Ah Gong and Ah Mah, Wai Po, Da Po and Da Po Mu also visited him... He was discharged on Saturday morning. Thank God he was getting better but he still having stomach flu... can't take much on oily food.. and this is hard for him because he loves food very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8Feb&lt;br /&gt;We had a family dinner on Sunday night for Chap Goh Meh celebration in a restaurant. Bappy and I having stress to attend the dinner because we don't know how to prevent him from eating oily food.. you know.. the food in restaurant mostly oily and If we really want to save him from oily food, we have to tell the others (parent in law and siblings) to have dinner without us... but we don't feel want to ruin others' mood especially parents'.. so we decided to join the dinner with little stress... Ryan ate happily ...but then he throw during the dinner... luckily we had self-prepared to avoid the mess and ruin others' eating mood.. hehe.. Pity Ryan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8Feb -14Feb&lt;br /&gt;Ryan get well for a week. Phew.. a peaceful week for us ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16Feb....&lt;br /&gt;After back from school.. Ryan claimed he has stomachache. His stomach seems big and tight. He and Agnes also starts to have flu. Brought Ryan to see Dr Chew (the specialist who followup Ryan's diarrhea case). Ryan brought some medicine home and bappy get him a special milk powder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20Feb...&lt;br /&gt;Jayden nanny's granddaughter is suspected to have (hfm) hand foot mouth deases and ask us not to bring Jayden over for a week. The babysitter worry Jayden get infected by her granddaughter later. So Jayden's ah mah has to take care of him temporarily. We worry that Ah Mah cannot take care of him as she has been long time no taking care such a small baby. We bathed Jayden early in the morning before sending him to Ah Mah. Bathing a baby is not an easy task mah. We also asked Ah Mah not to bath him in the afternoon as we will do it when we get him home. But then, Ah Mah bathed him in the afternoon.. maybe ah mah misses to bath a baby... it's quite difficult as baby Jayden is quite big now... not fit into the small basin at Ah Mah's place. :D Then the rest of the days... Baby Jayden takes bath after back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21Feb...&lt;br /&gt;I coughed badly in midnight so I decided to take medicine and rest at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, Bappy having stomach flu... He vommited and feel better after that. But his stomach still not really o.k. He suspect himself get infected by Ryan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 Feb...&lt;br /&gt;Agnes vommited once at night. We worry she also get infected by Ryan. She is not feeling well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 Feb..&lt;br /&gt;Bappy and Agnes went to see doctor. She vommited at clinic and on the street.... Pity her. She must be very sick that time. She stay at home with bappy to rest. Ryan has to go to school with his medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agnes vomitted once she takes medicine. She can't take medicine at all. But then she seems getting active later in the evening. We worry about her will get worse at night later so bappy brought her for 2nd visit to clinic. Took another set of medicine back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 Feb..&lt;br /&gt;She no more fever. Maybe she took stronger antibiotic this time. Actually she took the same antibotic when she going to turn 1 year old long time ago because of an incident. I'm worry about her immune system. I hope to give her more nutrients to build her immune system after she gets well later. She back to school with Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25Feb..&lt;br /&gt;Ryan got high fever few times. He was in very bad mood and very hard to deal with. We get him sleep with us so we can monitor him closely.&lt;br /&gt;Babysitter called up telling me that she is ready to take care Jayden the next day. I was so happy ;). Ah Mah can rest and no need to take care of Jayden anymore.. And Bappy and I don't need to turn to Ah Mah's place at noon time (during lunch time) to visit our Jayden anymore. We visited Jayden every noon at Ah Mah's place to change his nappy and feed him milk if it's time. Basically is to let Ah Mah rest awhile... Normally (eversince we move out) we lunch outside, because we are thinking to lessen Ah Mah's burden to cook for us everyday...She is getting old to cook for many people liaw... Yes, she cooked for us two meals everyday when we stay with her except Sunday, bappy will be the cook. Such a good mother in law I have right. :)  My colleagues all say me so lucky to have mother in law cook for me everyday.. :) Yes, I agree. And those who have their mama cook for them are very lucky too.. I long time no eat my mama's cooking lo.. ;) aiks? I talk out of topic already.. hahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today...&lt;br /&gt;Ryan gets better... He doesn't get fever as often as few days back. I can see some recovering progress on him.. :) Thank God. He back to school with jeje Agnes. Hopefully they recovered asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just miss their naughty acts that make me angry sometimes... Hope our sky turns clear and blue after this..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-5191867888246348673?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5191867888246348673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=5191867888246348673&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/5191867888246348673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/5191867888246348673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2009/02/sick-february.html' title='Sick February'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-6314877224506006382</id><published>2009-01-07T15:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T15:56:15.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a Piano or Organ for her...?</title><content type='html'>Agnes going to learn Music Grade 1 this year. And it is time for her to choose either to play an Organ or Piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking of this problem since last month... and I'm still not come to a decision yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is... I wish my daughter to play Piano and she likes Piano too. But I don't have a Piano at home for her to practise. You know, practice is very very important in music learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an Organ from my mum house. I used to learn to play Organ. If I choose Organ for my Agnes, then we have no problem practising at home everyday. But, I prefer Piano over Organ... why ar? nothing special lar.. Just prefer lo! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking to get a Piano for Agnes... Hm... But not now... because no budget after moving house and chinese new year is coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I can get one Piano home as soon as possible. How ar... buy from my mother in law since there is no other to play Piano there? wakakkaa!!! good idea though. It is an old piano but is enough for practising kua... what do you think? or I should get a new digital Piano?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update:&lt;br /&gt;Bappy says use keyboard to practise. How can wor.. the touch of Piano and keyboard is very different leh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-6314877224506006382?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/6314877224506006382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=6314877224506006382&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/6314877224506006382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/6314877224506006382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2009/01/piano-or-organ-for-her.html' title='a Piano or Organ for her...?'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-4776794538951773377</id><published>2009-01-05T10:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T14:51:58.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on christmas eve 2008..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SWF4C4YOHnI/AAAAAAAAAVs/QiSbyzy59Vk/s1600-h/20081225_60.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287639428398718578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SWF4C4YOHnI/AAAAAAAAAVs/QiSbyzy59Vk/s400/20081225_60.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Agnes the 'Jeje'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hm.. thinking to let her have longer hair this year... let's try :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SWF3SbvEi9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/ohJ8uaUn7hc/s1600-h/20081225_23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287638596076211154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SWF3SbvEi9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/ohJ8uaUn7hc/s400/20081225_23.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jayden the 'xiao en'  (small en)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SWF3RvL1djI/AAAAAAAAAVc/6pZMQUD7DNQ/s1600-h/20081225_17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287638584117261874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SWF3RvL1djI/AAAAAAAAAVc/6pZMQUD7DNQ/s400/20081225_17.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ryan the 'da en' (big en)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ryan looks like got side burn hor. :D how's his hair cut? His mummy cut for him de. wakaka! I think my cutting skill improved. Yes, Ryan has been my guinea pig since he was 1 year old. I train myself cutting his hair. A boy head le. It is a challenge for me. But girl's head is pretty easy. Agnes' barber is her mummy too! Pity Ryan when he got a 'dog-bite' hairstyle last time. I didn't take the photo of him with that ugly hair cut because I want to protect my handsome Ryan's image mah. hehe! Now thinking what next new hair style for him... a hair tail at the back? wow~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SWF3RBLybNI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Ae06USqmzbo/s1600-h/20081225_76.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-4776794538951773377?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4776794538951773377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=4776794538951773377&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/4776794538951773377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/4776794538951773377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-christmas-eve-2008.html' title='on christmas eve 2008..'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SWF4C4YOHnI/AAAAAAAAAVs/QiSbyzy59Vk/s72-c/20081225_60.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-3613340353811921918</id><published>2008-12-30T11:11:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:17:30.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypermarket Sweep Contest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you guys watch Supermarket Sweep when you were small? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do and I always enjoy watching the participants sweeping the goods from the Supermarket in the show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One shopping day, we happened to see this poster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SVmS2McDd6I/AAAAAAAAATs/R8HcWdDZVf8/s1600-h/Photo312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285417097445472162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SVmS2McDd6I/AAAAAAAAATs/R8HcWdDZVf8/s400/Photo312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-poster (above part)-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SVmZWSb2yAI/AAAAAAAAAT0/V6kjZzgMxe4/s1600-h/Photo313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285424245880834050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SVmZWSb2yAI/AAAAAAAAAT0/V6kjZzgMxe4/s400/Photo313.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-sorry for the blur image... let's blame bappy-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's one in town last 22 December in Boulevard Hypermarket. Those who spent RM100 and above in single receipt will have chance to participate this contest. We signed up with a thought that we will not that lucky to be picked up for the contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guess what! Bappy and I were called up to participate the Hypermarket Sweep the Saturday before the contest!!! We went crazy and excited. We decided to go for the contest as it will be our fun memories when we get old. Something we do it together when we still young. :D So, we planned to go to the Hypermarket to study on the 'floor plan' and learn where are the goods stored since we still have plenty of time before the contest... But, plan always a plan. We don't have time to go Boulevard shopping mall to do some study on the goods location in the end. So sien... but in other hand... I feel great as I have chance to sweep the goodies myself in Hypermarket Sweep like what the participants do in the Supermarket sweep show!! wakakaka! Bappy and I treat this just for fun to release our stress. Haha.. in fact, we rarely to shop at Boulevard Hypermarket as it is quite far from where we stay. So, it is very small chance for us to win prize home. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On 22 December morning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dropping our kids to nursery and nanny house. We head to Boulevard Shopping mall straight. We hope we still have plenty of time to do some survey around the Hypermarket before the contest starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reached there about 9:10am. After registered, we went to study the goods location around the Hypermarket. I was so sleepy. Keep on yawning while we looking at the goods displayed on shelves. We thought of going for a cup of coffee.. but seems like not enough time. The contest is about to start with contest regulations briefing. We got our team number. That is... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SVmauHwp-UI/AAAAAAAAAT8/-FNWWEfDWGA/s1600-h/Photo305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285425754843773250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SVmauHwp-UI/AAAAAAAAAT8/-FNWWEfDWGA/s400/Photo305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- Team Number 8 -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good number right? :) There are 30 teams altogether. Each of us given a shopping cart and a list of products. We got a cart with number 8. There are 27 products to be swept! Sweat~~~ we have to collect as many as we could within 10 minutes! We have to get back to the ending point within 10 minutes else we will be disqualified. The contest sounds so fun and challenging to us. Especially for us who not familiar with the hypermarket.. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;3 - 2 - 1 - GO!!! All of us 'chiong' into the Hypermarket. Bappy and I were stunt. Don't know what to look for first. To many products to get.... Blurred! We were stress seeing other people like they-know-what-to-grab. Looking through the list, spotting the products from shelves and GRAB then go for next Grab! Bappy run around the store to grab the things. I walk slowly pushing our cart and see what I can grab. Relax! Sometimes I just follow what other people take. Haha! :P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;10 Minutes was so short! Just before the time ends, bappy decided to ignore other products in the list that we haven't collect and back to the end point. We were the 6th team back to the ending point. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SVmfCy-chbI/AAAAAAAAAUE/A1P4z1J-YMc/s1600-h/Photo304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285430508088231346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SVmfCy-chbI/AAAAAAAAAUE/A1P4z1J-YMc/s400/Photo304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- The goods we collected! So little.. haha! 13 goodies collected -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Some people back with 16, 17 goodies! wow! How fast they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SVmfunIy80I/AAAAAAAAAUM/qS8TJnp-slQ/s1600-h/Photo306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285431260824662850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SVmfunIy80I/AAAAAAAAAUM/qS8TJnp-slQ/s400/Photo306.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-The goods (each team one basket) that have been checked by the judges-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SVmj-henNvI/AAAAAAAAAUU/XvYRGqvXpgU/s1600-h/Photo308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285435932229973746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SVmj-henNvI/AAAAAAAAAUU/XvYRGqvXpgU/s400/Photo308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SVmj-henNvI/AAAAAAAAAUU/XvYRGqvXpgU/s1600-h/Photo308.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-carts of goods that are not in the list filtered out! wrong quantity, wrong brands, wrong packaging-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;see! so many ppl just collect blindly! I got all my 13 goods correctly but no bonus added. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SVm9kqPqbcI/AAAAAAAAAUc/_omKHezReko/s1600-h/Photo310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285464075208912322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SVm9kqPqbcI/AAAAAAAAAUc/_omKHezReko/s400/Photo310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-so many ppl!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Surprisingly, we won 3rd prize!! Wow! Can't wait to share with my family! Every participants are bringing whatever they collect in their shopping cart home.. except the shopping cart la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SVnDzKRa6yI/AAAAAAAAAU8/tivlbIo8qkk/s1600-h/Photo314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285470921394154274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SVnDzKRa6yI/AAAAAAAAAU8/tivlbIo8qkk/s400/Photo314.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The phone we won. We went to IpohTown to celebrate. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SVnDyqGXAPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/VgknHdn9rSg/s1600-h/Photo317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285470912757825778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SVnDyqGXAPI/AAAAAAAAAUs/VgknHdn9rSg/s400/Photo317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -The gift voucher we won-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SVnFEInJS-I/AAAAAAAAAVE/-4DdyTqTOts/s1600-h/Photo320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285472312517807074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SVnFEInJS-I/AAAAAAAAAVE/-4DdyTqTOts/s400/Photo320.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-IpohTown-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SVnNSrFkREI/AAAAAAAAAVM/GxTEvsi7pJA/s1600-h/Photo323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285481358383400002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SVnNSrFkREI/AAAAAAAAAVM/GxTEvsi7pJA/s400/Photo323.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-The goodies we collected! Yay!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So happy! We got on the newspaper the next day. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-3613340353811921918?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3613340353811921918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=3613340353811921918&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/3613340353811921918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/3613340353811921918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2008/12/hypermarket-sweep-contest.html' title='Hypermarket Sweep Contest!'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SVmS2McDd6I/AAAAAAAAATs/R8HcWdDZVf8/s72-c/Photo312.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-1059359043912293010</id><published>2008-12-22T14:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T15:32:22.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas PotLuck 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SU82oIF0zdI/AAAAAAAAATU/w1GCp7Gqubc/s1600-h/IMG_5846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282500950923464146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SU82oIF0zdI/AAAAAAAAATU/w1GCp7Gqubc/s400/IMG_5846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Having PotLuck with all my fellow colleagues. They become parts of my life as I meet them almost everday except Sunday. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Notes for myself when I'm old. This is very important as I tend to forget names.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From left: Elvina, Tay, Dara, Tinnie, Amy, Cyrene, Mummy, Julie and Jason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SU82nyCUtsI/AAAAAAAAATM/to7aG4jPeZA/s1600-h/IMG_5831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282500945003198146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SU82nyCUtsI/AAAAAAAAATM/to7aG4jPeZA/s400/IMG_5831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Banana cupcakes and yogurt cupcakes by Julie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SU81pohz3FI/AAAAAAAAATE/SGoGCv7EqVk/s1600-h/IMG_5838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282499877299018834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SU81pohz3FI/AAAAAAAAATE/SGoGCv7EqVk/s400/IMG_5838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Omellette by Cyrene! YumYum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SU81o_oi-iI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ofKEZFEBosw/s1600-h/IMG_5841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282499866321418786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SU81o_oi-iI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ofKEZFEBosw/s400/IMG_5841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tang Yuen coated crushed peanuts and sugar by Jason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SU81oiZXVVI/AAAAAAAAAS0/L6kZpEwcnPk/s1600-h/IMG_5832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282499858473112914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SU81oiZXVVI/AAAAAAAAAS0/L6kZpEwcnPk/s400/IMG_5832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches by Elvina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SU81oeQWiwI/AAAAAAAAASs/eI0j4pEw4BQ/s1600-h/IMG_5834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282499857361570562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SU81oeQWiwI/AAAAAAAAASs/eI0j4pEw4BQ/s400/IMG_5834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Small gifts by Amy! How sweet is she! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SU82oVBu06I/AAAAAAAAATc/5Ccac_xsfps/s1600-h/IMG_5842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282500954395956130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SU82oVBu06I/AAAAAAAAATc/5Ccac_xsfps/s400/IMG_5842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Puding by Amy again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SU8-1BurHTI/AAAAAAAAATk/E9AQnGG0anI/s1600-h/IMG_5840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282509968647068978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SU8-1BurHTI/AAAAAAAAATk/E9AQnGG0anI/s400/IMG_5840.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Traditional Tang Yuen by Mummy! Agnes and I rolled the balls the night before. She enjoy rolling Tang Yuen. Agnes did the pink one and I made the white one. I also get Agnes to bring some Tang Yuen to treat her good friends at school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SU81oOBkkwI/AAAAAAAAASk/DYztvJCmGmY/s1600-h/IMG_5830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282499853004608258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SU81oOBkkwI/AAAAAAAAASk/DYztvJCmGmY/s400/IMG_5830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The PotLuck 2008! Hopes we get more luck next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-1059359043912293010?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1059359043912293010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=1059359043912293010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/1059359043912293010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/1059359043912293010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-potluck-2008.html' title='Christmas PotLuck 2008'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SU82oIF0zdI/AAAAAAAAATU/w1GCp7Gqubc/s72-c/IMG_5846.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-5712784259595155601</id><published>2008-12-16T15:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:34:39.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some photos to share...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SUdWDVmtYNI/AAAAAAAAASc/PQO2UFNslxM/s1600-h/Ryan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280283703454294226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SUdWDVmtYNI/AAAAAAAAASc/PQO2UFNslxM/s400/Ryan.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; just Ryan - cool pose.. hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SUdWDM8EVZI/AAAAAAAAASU/tqNiMQbSRYk/s1600-h/agnesJay.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280283701127959954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SUdWDM8EVZI/AAAAAAAAASU/tqNiMQbSRYk/s400/agnesJay.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;agnes and jayden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SUdUq45tT2I/AAAAAAAAASM/SrifWZjbaBQ/s1600-h/agnesRyan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280282183920865122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SUdUq45tT2I/AAAAAAAAASM/SrifWZjbaBQ/s400/agnesRyan.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; agnes and ryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Aren't they cute? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-5712784259595155601?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5712784259595155601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=5712784259595155601&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/5712784259595155601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/5712784259595155601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-ryan-cool-pose.html' title='some photos to share...'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SUdWDVmtYNI/AAAAAAAAASc/PQO2UFNslxM/s72-c/Ryan.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-1482893882978091176</id><published>2008-12-15T10:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T12:28:57.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We've Moved!</title><content type='html'>Dear friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have moved to our new 'shell'. The feeling is so undescripable. Extremely undescripable. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy. Excite. Tired. Exhausted. but still Happy and Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house looks quite messy with luggages, boxes and bags. Bappy and I try to clear the mess whenever we can. So tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agnes and Ryan are so happy. I think only Agnes understand we are moving to new house. Ryan is too small to understand what is happening. He never ask why we sleep at new place! Agnes and Ryan have difficulties to fall asleep in their new bedroom in first few nights. Baby Jayden seems like he 'smells' something different. He hardly have a good sleep too. But no worries, they will slowly settle down with the new environment. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew~ Just hope I have more and more energy to do the chores around the house everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gambade!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-1482893882978091176?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1482893882978091176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=1482893882978091176&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/1482893882978091176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/1482893882978091176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2008/12/weve-moved.html' title='We&apos;ve Moved!'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-6558856208805660324</id><published>2008-12-02T11:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T11:58:07.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agnes sleeps alone in bedroom..!</title><content type='html'>Agnes slept alone in bedroom last Saturday. She was so brave. I thought she will having hard time to sleep alone that night but who knows.. I'm the one who having hard time to let her sleep alone in another bedroom. Sounds so funny but is true. We have been sleeping together in the same room for 5 years and I always hope she can sleep independently like other kids one day. But,... I was go in and out from her room every 10 minutes. I was so scared and worry about her. I worry she gets cold at night. Worry she can't sleep well. Worry she scared of darkness. Worry she alone. Worry she has no one to go to when wake up during midnights. I was so worry but I don't let her know my fear. Because I know I have to let her sleep independently one day.  I know I have to let her go one day... I know.. she has to grow up and I have to learn to let go my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so missing her that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never know I was the one who is not ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I found that she is more brave than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bappy laughed at me saying that I will cry like a baby when she goes camping with her friends one day. Bad bappy. But I imagine if she goes oversea to further her studies or working at overseas... for sure I will cry like a baby lor .. so what wor! that's why I cherish very much the time they with me now... Now they are small, they with me. In future, who know where will these 3 babies be. ok ok.. don't think too much.. :) It's way too far .. too soon to think about that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, she back to sleep with us after watching horror movie. A giant snake eating human kind of movie. arr... I hate horror movie. But my Agnes likes to watch those horror movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so funny, Ryan keep shouting for his jeje at midnights while sleeping. 'Je je! Je je!' Sounds like Ryan crying for help from his jeje or his jeje is bullying him in his dream. Haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-6558856208805660324?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/6558856208805660324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=6558856208805660324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/6558856208805660324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/6558856208805660324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2008/12/agnes-sleeps-alone-in-bedroom.html' title='Agnes sleeps alone in bedroom..!'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-7978247688243774254</id><published>2008-12-02T08:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T09:10:34.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my babies, my soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi all, come meet my babies !! The following are not the latest pics of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/STSH3VrVOJI/AAAAAAAAARs/OZ8GQnDZo8A/s1600-h/Image(042).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274990448339138706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/STSH3VrVOJI/AAAAAAAAARs/OZ8GQnDZo8A/s320/Image(042).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jayden (the youngest)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/STSH3VB5t3I/AAAAAAAAARk/T60Rlt9s9MQ/s1600-h/Image(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274990448165369714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/STSH3VB5t3I/AAAAAAAAARk/T60Rlt9s9MQ/s320/Image(007).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ryan (the 2nd)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/STSH3EYzEpI/AAAAAAAAARc/cEpnzUnwXds/s1600-h/Image(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274990443698000530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/STSH3EYzEpI/AAAAAAAAARc/cEpnzUnwXds/s320/Image(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Agnes (the eldest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I so miss them especially when I'm at work. Miss their noises. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-7978247688243774254?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7978247688243774254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=7978247688243774254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/7978247688243774254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/7978247688243774254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-babies-my-soul.html' title='my babies, my soul'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/STSH3VrVOJI/AAAAAAAAARs/OZ8GQnDZo8A/s72-c/Image(042).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-8889819746224249591</id><published>2008-11-28T15:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T15:21:12.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh great!</title><content type='html'>Thank God. I'm fully recovered.  No more bleeding and no membrane sac left in my womb. Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so satisfied when seeing my baby Jayden takes my milk yesterday night. :) My milk supply drops badly, thus my Jayden will have to take most of Formula Milk in his diet. And I try my best to continue feed him my breastmilk if possible. I miss breastfeeding him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know... my sky is so clear and bright right now! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-8889819746224249591?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8889819746224249591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=8889819746224249591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/8889819746224249591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/8889819746224249591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-great.html' title='oh great!'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-6130301771928286363</id><published>2008-11-21T14:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T15:25:15.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can drink coffee!</title><content type='html'>Think of the bright side, I can drink coffee or Teh C Peng since I stop breastfeeding! :) How nice..~ mmMMmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juz bought 2 kilos of langsat for my mom on my way back to office during lunch time. She was surprised and happy to receive her favourite langsat. She happy I happy. Hope she enjoy her langsat when she is free today. I hardly accompany her or bring her out for a cup of nice coffee as I busy with daily routines.. I love her and I hope she happy and healthy always.. I hope I have enough time to bring her surprises and happiness like other daughters do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what.. when I see langsat.. I think of my mama :) It is good to have something to remind myself not to neglect my mama especially when I'm busy with my daily routine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm... will my Agnes think of me when I'm old..... like.. seeing coffee will think of me? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks bappy for buying my mama her favourite langsat.. I love you too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-6130301771928286363?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/6130301771928286363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=6130301771928286363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/6130301771928286363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/6130301771928286363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-can-drink-coffee.html' title='I can drink coffee!'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-14730544310303101</id><published>2008-11-21T08:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:03:26.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>argh!</title><content type='html'>It is so hard for me to take the pil (to stop producing breastmilk) because I never thought that I will stop breastfeeding such soon but I have to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get milk powder for my baby Jayden...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-14730544310303101?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/14730544310303101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=14730544310303101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/14730544310303101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/14730544310303101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2008/11/argh.html' title='argh!'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-7690964200149726663</id><published>2008-11-20T16:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:04:12.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how sad...</title><content type='html'>After serious consideration and discussion with Bappy, I decided to stop breastfeeding because of some reasons... some unavoided reasons.. sigh.. my dear Jayden.. Hope he won't blame me when he grow up for not giving him as much breastmilk as his brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my gynae, there is some baby sac membrane left in my womb and there is infection already. I have to take some antibiotics for a week. She said my breastmilk will taste bitter after taking the antibiotics. Hm.. then I would prefer my Jayden take milk powder than taking my bitter breastmilk. Breastmilk with medicine taste?! argh! I might need to go through a minor operation to clean my womb if I'm still have bleeding by next week. So, I hope I can recovered myself after taking antibiotics. And I need more rest and blesses... so, I decided to stop breastfeeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-7690964200149726663?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7690964200149726663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=7690964200149726663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/7690964200149726663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/7690964200149726663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-sad.html' title='how sad...'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-4003670031734771983</id><published>2008-11-17T09:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T11:00:05.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How's your life?</title><content type='html'>My life... Bappy and I still trying our best to cope our new lifestyle with 3 kids... what we can say about our life now.. full of challenges? We have to be a nurse to ensure they recover soon from sickness, and to be a judge to ensure fairness among them, and to be a teacher to tell them what is wrong what is right to do, and to be driver to drive them wherever they want to go, and to be a maid to do and follow what they say, and to be a toy horse for them to ride on, and to be a CD player to sing whatever song they wish to listen, to be a story teller to tell stories when they feel want to listen, to be chef to prepare meals for them and many many more... and soon... we have to be another thing.. an "atm machine" when they start know how to ask for money..and to be a magician to make impossible become possible.. that's the power of parent's love right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I can say about our life is... Our life definitely merrier and busier than before... sometimes Agnes disturbs Ryan or Jayden.. sometimes Ryan disturbs Agnes or Jayden.. yea.. Jayden can't disturb anyone yet.. because he still a little baby! haha! poor Jayden cannot 'revenge' to his sister and brother. More laughters, more fightings, more complaints, more noises, more shoutings, more cryings and more fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know American Football?.. Ryan likes to play such game. Get sister's precious toy and RUN then the sister runs after him in order to get back her favourite toy! so sometimes Ryan chases Agnes for his toys... and sometimes Agnes chases Ryan for her toys... sometimes.. I feel the fun seeing them chasing each other for their belongs.. maybe because I ever have such fun with my brothers too when we were small.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again.. bappy and I feel very tired... but happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-4003670031734771983?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4003670031734771983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=4003670031734771983&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/4003670031734771983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/4003670031734771983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2008/11/hows-your-life.html' title='How&apos;s your life?'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-9196590697291691291</id><published>2008-11-12T09:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T10:05:46.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On my first day back from maternity leave...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SRo4AH3gIvI/AAAAAAAAARU/pgYOdVmUmzk/s1600-h/DSC05805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267584288926212850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SRo4AH3gIvI/AAAAAAAAARU/pgYOdVmUmzk/s320/DSC05805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my dearest colleagues and I. The pic taken just nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SRo4ANx1YCI/AAAAAAAAARM/Eg-LHdXSlVY/s1600-h/DSC05803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267584290513051682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SRo4ANx1YCI/AAAAAAAAARM/Eg-LHdXSlVY/s320/DSC05803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The christmas tree that they just set up. Everybody in the office are in christmas mood now... :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-9196590697291691291?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/9196590697291691291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=9196590697291691291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/9196590697291691291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/9196590697291691291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-my-first-day-back-from-maternity.html' title='On my first day back from maternity leave...'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SRo4AH3gIvI/AAAAAAAAARU/pgYOdVmUmzk/s72-c/DSC05805.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-3730537830390234255</id><published>2008-11-11T11:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T12:02:52.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Office!</title><content type='html'>Sooo nice to meet my dear colleagues.. Nice to sit on my comfy chair in aircond room.. Everything just nice.. Juz.. feel sleepy and ... not used to the new life yet... need to race with the time and catch every chances to rest.. Hope my loves one support me and wish everyone of us in the family can get used to the new life.. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From today, bappy will send the baby Jayden to nanny house then straight to his office and I will send Agnes and Ryan to their play school for full day session when I'm on my way to office. So, when we get home every evening, we will start busy with kids like dinner, shower, homework, nursing and many many small but very important tasks to be done.. Yea, that's our life every weekday... time not enough for personal entertainment like internet surfing, reading newspapers, watching movie or series.. alright, that's all for now.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; sleepy now.. yawn..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-3730537830390234255?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3730537830390234255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=3730537830390234255&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/3730537830390234255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/3730537830390234255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-to-office.html' title='Back to Office!'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-285874349097988750</id><published>2008-10-03T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T20:40:50.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Week Left!</title><content type='html'>Yay! My confinement period going to end in another week! Can't imagine I have gone through 3 weeks... hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I gonna do when my confinement end is... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To wash my hair with one bottle of shampoo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-285874349097988750?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/285874349097988750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=285874349097988750&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/285874349097988750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/285874349097988750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-week-left.html' title='One Week Left!'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-2686305777372806926</id><published>2008-09-19T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T14:17:41.403+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Finally...</title><content type='html'>Finally our bb boy has arrived at 1:45pm 12th of September 2008, weighted 3.31kg, we name him Jayden. thats all from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bappy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-2686305777372806926?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2686305777372806926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=2686305777372806926&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/2686305777372806926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/2686305777372806926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2008/09/finally.html' title='Finally...'/><author><name>Bappy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01502718615724277177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-2362628048390151276</id><published>2008-09-09T10:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T10:38:09.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 days to go!</title><content type='html'>Do I ready to go through the 'process' again? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no mood to work now. I just want to relax before the game starts! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-2362628048390151276?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2362628048390151276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=2362628048390151276&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/2362628048390151276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/2362628048390151276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2008/09/6-days-to-go.html' title='6 days to go!'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-5610884752197524674</id><published>2008-09-03T10:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T10:49:06.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>awaiting ...</title><content type='html'>while waiting for the time comes.. I also thinking of how my two kids going to 'respond' to this big change in their life soon - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. having a new bb arrive in our family &lt;br /&gt;2. seeing mummy always stay with the bb and not playing with them.(coz doing confinement). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my experience, I used to forbid Agnes to touch her newborn sibling, Ryan because I scare she will hurt baby Ryan when patting him too hard. She was sad, felt neglected and started to get naughty to drag my attention like don't listen what you say, just do what she wants, always want to be with me. I think that was my fault for not letting her to touch her brother Ryan that time. See how I can teach my two kids to welcome this baby in proper way and gentle way this time. I really hope my two kids will welcome their newborn sibling later. And also hope that they will not making lots of problems when I am having confinement. Can't really help to take care of them as I will be resting in my room most of the time. It always sad and stress to see or hear our kids always get scolded/punished by people when kids get naughty, right? At least to me, I will feel hurt lo...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hope the two little ones won't be naughtier and giving bappy nightmares during my confinement period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-5610884752197524674?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5610884752197524674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=5610884752197524674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/5610884752197524674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/5610884752197524674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2008/09/awaiting.html' title='awaiting ...'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-2437821644254019501</id><published>2008-08-29T13:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T14:23:43.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17 days left!</title><content type='html'>I have 17 days left to meet my bb! Not sure I will meet my new bb within these 17 days... or will be 17 days later. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's my feeling now... excited.. happy.. nervous.. hoping.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine back the pain level and experiences that I had for last deliveries. Read more articles to refresh my 'skill' hahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if I will have better or worse delivery experience this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes feel nervous and wondering when the pain will come. Actually, I so hope that the pain will come as soon as possible. coz, the longer bb stay in me, the bigger bb is... :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I'm wondering will I deliver a bigger bb this time. Haizz.. scary le. Yes, although I already mama of two.. but I still scare la~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes want to go for a car ride at nights to enjoy the night scene (coz I will be 'jailed' for a month after deliver mah). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking leave on every saturday to enjoy the day and go 'pak tor' with bappy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive car as often as possible. Crazy me. I gonna miss driving my car for 1 month plus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel want to pamper myself and eat fried kueh tiaw, bee hoon, noodle, laksa, ice cream, buns, cakes, fried chicken, cooling soft drinks but NO! NO! NO!.. must wait after I deliver my bb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having hard time to lay on bed or switch position on bed at night. Is like carrying a heavy watermelon to sleep. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having hard time to stand up after sitting for quite some time. Like a very old grandma. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will I have another charming bb gal or another handsome bb boy?? So CURIOUS and can't wait to carry my new bb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright! since I have 17 days left. I should enjoy the time with my 2 little ones and bappy. Maybe will go for a sweet celebration because we going to be 5 in the family soon.. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-2437821644254019501?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2437821644254019501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=2437821644254019501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/2437821644254019501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/2437821644254019501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2008/08/17-days-left.html' title='17 days left!'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-3290743747864940648</id><published>2008-08-22T11:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T11:44:57.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is a big day for someone~</title><content type='html'>Baby Agnes turns 5 years old today. wow~~ Time really flies ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an anniversary day for us, to become family, become mother and daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to my baby Agnes! Wish you grow healthily and happy always. Muaks~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We plan to get her a small birthday cake and a small cup ice-cream for small celebration tonight! She still don't know today is her big day as we didn't remind her.. shhhh.. Hopefully she gets surprise and enjoy her favourite sweet food tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-3290743747864940648?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3290743747864940648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=3290743747864940648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/3290743747864940648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/3290743747864940648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-is-big-day-for-someone.html' title='Today is a big day for someone~'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-4588420642042069171</id><published>2008-08-19T08:23:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T10:01:17.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Junior Picasso colouring contest</title><content type='html'>There was a colouring contest held in tHe Spring, South Court on 16 August 2008. It was a Saturday. I knew this contest from newspaper, Borneo Post advertisement section just the day before the contest day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The categories are:-&lt;br /&gt;4-6 years old (11am - 12noon)&lt;br /&gt;7-9 years old (1.30pm - 2.30pm)&lt;br /&gt;9-12 years old(3.30pm - 4.30pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prizes: Cash Vouchers + Hampers &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Goodies bay for every participants! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Colouring pencils provided.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I was like.. "Hm... maybe I can let my Agnes to have fun in this contest.. " So, I decided to take leave from my company and be there to support her for her very first outside contest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main objective to get my Agnes participate this contest is not to get prizes from it (you know, is not easy to get prizes as she doesn't join any art class. No special skill in colouring or drawing knowledge mah.. ). I just hope she gains some experience and learn something from the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reach there, we saw few parents bring small table and chair to the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wow! the kids must be a professional contestants"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They bring their own equipments like, pencil case, crayons, tissue paper, water colour.. eh! no joke! And we didn't bring anything. :P My Agnes is going to do the colouring on the floor (covered with rug, and it is not smooth enough!). "Oh poor her! " shouted silently in my heart. Then, Bappy quickly went to buy a thick drawing book so Agnes can do the colouring on the thick board and a sharpener. Funny hor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agnes asked me "Mummy, why they got tables and chairs?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again she asked, "Mummy mummy, if I colour on the floor, will people laugh at me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to comfort her that there will be other participants going to colour on the floor with her also. Nothing to be shy or afraid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SKoe1qlAofI/AAAAAAAAALg/eIRWGpoB_-s/s1600-h/contest.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236031424083042802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SKoe1qlAofI/AAAAAAAAALg/eIRWGpoB_-s/s320/contest.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colouring contest&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;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SKofKpcdChI/AAAAAAAAALo/qKU0-LhLz-I/s1600-h/agnes2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236031784555973138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SKofKpcdChI/AAAAAAAAALo/qKU0-LhLz-I/s320/agnes2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Agnes starts colouring!&lt;/p&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;She almost give up halfway when she colours her picture background. Maybe she gets tired and seeing other children passing up their colourings. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SKohNaVX6wI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5vBT4-IY-r8/s1600-h/mamaAgnes.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236034031062608642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SKohNaVX6wI/AAAAAAAAAMU/5vBT4-IY-r8/s320/mamaAgnes.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went to sit next to her and support her. Hoping she can finish colour the whole picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the picture, seems like only left us but not. :) There are some more kids still do the colouring at the front. Those kids next to Agnes already passed up their colouring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SKohl8wucSI/AAAAAAAAAMg/FKi1AI90Gy4/s1600-h/agnes.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236034452620996898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SKohl8wucSI/AAAAAAAAAMg/FKi1AI90Gy4/s320/agnes.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Agnes! You have finished your colourings at last for the event... do you see her smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not easy to colour the whole picture for Agnes. Can you see her hard work from her colouring? yah yah.. see her nice colouring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After submitting her pictures, we wait for the result...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SKoiZTY-hdI/AAAAAAAAAMw/tqNus5YZNh8/s1600-h/papers.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236035334868731346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SKoiZTY-hdI/AAAAAAAAAMw/tqNus5YZNh8/s320/papers.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the colouring artworks. Can you see agnes' art piece? Can you see those nice coloured pictures. Those are by 'professional contestant'. Can see the difference among the artwork?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The panel is judging the artwork...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SKoiVIr_7tI/AAAAAAAAAMo/umgBYHpM6QA/s1600-h/gift.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236035263276248786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SKoiVIr_7tI/AAAAAAAAAMo/umgBYHpM6QA/s320/gift.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Congratulations baby!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agnes got a consolation prize from her first contest! How Cute!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got new colour pencils, crayons, sharpener, ruler, scissors and eraser for her gift. We were so happy and surprised that day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-4588420642042069171?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4588420642042069171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=4588420642042069171&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/4588420642042069171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/4588420642042069171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2008/08/little-junior-picasso-colouring-contest.html' title='Little Junior Picasso colouring contest'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SKoe1qlAofI/AAAAAAAAALg/eIRWGpoB_-s/s72-c/contest.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-5761179133486125551</id><published>2008-08-12T09:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T09:57:43.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in week 35~</title><content type='html'>Hi there everyone, I'm in my 35 weeks pregnancy. Not sure how many weeks more to meet my new baby, my new family member... most probably will need to wait another 5 weeks considering my few 'last records'. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a bad dream yesterday. A very bad dream. And it is the MOST horrible dream I ever had. (I start to have dreams everyday since I pregnant. Yes... Dreams for every night!) I dreamt bappy is going to die. In my dream, I was so sad to let him go. Weirdly, we went to have our last round laksa together before we 'separate' by yin and yang. In my dream, I told him that I love him very much and I thank him for his love to me, his cares, his supports and everything he gave... to make me and our kids happy. And sadly, I felt that we both yet enjoy our life enough together but ... we have to 'separate'... I was so sad and helpless in my dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I woke up from my dream, I told bappy about the bad dream... (Thank God is just a dream!) and Bappy reaction is like... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mammy: bappy... (bla bla bla bla bla, telling my dream story sadly)&lt;br /&gt;bappy: oh....&lt;br /&gt;mammy: (bla bla bla... continue my story)&lt;br /&gt;bappy: oh...&lt;br /&gt;mammy: bappy... you hear me or not ... :(&lt;br /&gt;bappy: got...&lt;br /&gt;mammy: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he is tired. I understand. So I didn't blame him for not hearing my midnite bla bla bla. That time was around 2:45am. After that, I was just laying on the bed with eyes open widely. Thinking back of my bad dream... and slowly... I dropped tears. I feel this is a reminder, asking me to cherish the one who care and love me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bappy, I love you always.. and I always do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-5761179133486125551?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5761179133486125551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=5761179133486125551&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/5761179133486125551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/5761179133486125551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-in-week-35.html' title='I&apos;m in week 35~'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-6906617670917484609</id><published>2008-07-11T09:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T09:51:46.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunting for a 'shell'</title><content type='html'>Yes! We start our shell hunting! haha! of course I'm not referring to the shell by the seaside la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been our dream to own a 'shell'.... hahaha... is a house la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, 'Shell' hunting ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ... is a full of excitement journey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ... is never a boring, tiring process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ... is like looking for a life partner or lover. Once you meet the right one, you will keep thinking of it till you own it one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ... consist of hopes and dreams in every minutes, seconds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    ... sometimes feel regret coz you thought you missed the good one but then keep on comfort yourself that you will find the better one.. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope... we can find our right 'shell' soon... ... Just wish me luck. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-6906617670917484609?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/6906617670917484609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=6906617670917484609&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/6906617670917484609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/6906617670917484609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2008/07/hunting-for-shell.html' title='Hunting for a &apos;shell&apos;'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-5409671445116163051</id><published>2008-07-10T13:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T14:21:15.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy. tired. but happy.</title><content type='html'>It has been long I didn't update my blog.  How are you all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 10 weeks to go! Sounds soon right.. :) We are going to another new phase of lifestyle soon after that. FYI, I'm 30 weeks pregnant now. Tummy is big and heavy. I walk like a penguin. hehe. I feel excited and can't wait to reach my due date in September. hehe.. Can't wait to meet bb. However, I'm kinda worry the bb size too as I'm planning for a natural birth. Just hope bb won't grow bigger than his/her brother Ryan. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, Agnes and Ryan so happy to sleep next to each other. (Before that, Ryan was sleeping on my bed.) They will 'ki ki ka ka' (kids' talking) on their bed in the dark. Don't know what so funny and don't have the idea what are they up to. But I know they are happy to be together. After they get tiring of he he ha ha, they will just zzzZZZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.. Tiring and Sleepy now... ... ... yawn~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-5409671445116163051?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5409671445116163051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=5409671445116163051&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/5409671445116163051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/5409671445116163051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2008/07/busy-tired-but-happy.html' title='busy. tired. but happy.'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-8801085729096412474</id><published>2008-04-29T08:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:00:09.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juz for sharing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SBZtvlPUW1I/AAAAAAAAALY/dnigDDSD8Vo/s1600-h/dolls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194459884436085586" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SBZtvlPUW1I/AAAAAAAAALY/dnigDDSD8Vo/s320/dolls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They say it takes a minute to find a special person...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;an hour to appreciate them... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a day to love them ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but then an entire life to forget them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-8801085729096412474?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8801085729096412474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=8801085729096412474&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/8801085729096412474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/8801085729096412474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2008/04/juz-for-sharing.html' title='Juz for sharing...'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/SBZtvlPUW1I/AAAAAAAAALY/dnigDDSD8Vo/s72-c/dolls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-2782726095595610443</id><published>2008-04-07T15:11:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T09:18:03.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dolphin..在哪里?</title><content type='html'>At night, we have all the lights turned off... we were all in the dark and prepare to sleep... and just right before we sleep ... ... the little jeje speaks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;姿 : bappy, 我的dolphin在哪里?&lt;br /&gt;bappy : 什么dolphin??&lt;br /&gt;姿 : dolphin 咯!&lt;br /&gt;bappy : 是什么啦? (still cannot recall anything in dolphin shapes or on dolphin sign)&lt;br /&gt;姿 : 像yanyan 的咯... (start frustrating).. 我要dolphin... 给我...&lt;br /&gt;bappy : 是什么dolphin wor...? (puzzling) mummy... 你知道什么dolphin 吗?&lt;br /&gt;mummy: (try my best to recall any thing related to dolphin... ) 我也不知道...&lt;br /&gt;mummy: 姿, 到底是什么来的...? what colour?&lt;br /&gt;姿 : neh...像yanyan 的咯...&lt;br /&gt;mummy: 像yanyan 的????&lt;br /&gt;姿 : neh...像yanyan 的啦!!&lt;br /&gt;bappy and I cracked our brain to think what the dolphin she means... dolphin... dolphin..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy: 是啦... 像yanyan的什么?&lt;br /&gt;姿 : 就是像yanyan的DOLPHIN 啦!!!... (getting more frustrated ... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha!! bappy and I want to laugh till stomache after hearing this... because we still don't know what 'dolphin' she means because she keep repeating the word ‘dolphin’ only... no other descriptions for the dolphin she wants...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bappy try to pick up anything he can see in the dark and ask her one by one... blankets... pillows (one by one).. until we found what her 'dolphin' actually is... we laughed... and bappy explained to her that is not dolphin but Garfield ...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... I try to post up what 'dolphin' she means ya... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for those who don't know how to read in chinese, I just feel this piece of memory goes more lively in real conversation language... aiya you... get a friend who can read chinese lor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p/s Mr Goober and Ms Pinkcotton, hope you understand my story when you read it :)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-2782726095595610443?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2782726095595610443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=2782726095595610443&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/2782726095595610443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/2782726095595610443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2008/04/dolphin.html' title='dolphin..在哪里?'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-8636941281574401068</id><published>2008-03-31T15:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T10:11:00.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no..</title><content type='html'>Every morning, I send my lovely Agnes to her school ... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I was driving slow and steady to her school as we out from home quite early. Suddenly a bird flew right in front of my car... and next second I heard the knocking sounds from my front... I knew I knocked something but I can't do anything as it flew too near and too sudden! my mind was just 'Oh no! what's that?!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the knocking sounds, I quickly look at my rear view mirror and I saw a bird laying on the road. I think it fainted because of the hard knocking... kolien!! Then another 2 birds flew down and try to approach the fainted bird but there were cars passing by... after that.. I hardly see what happened as I'm further and further driving away from the incident...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel miserable.. after few seconds, I told Agnes about the incident.. she didn't see what happened as she sit comfortably at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy: tze, I knocked down a bird!&lt;br /&gt;Agnes : huh? ... ...where is the bird?'&lt;br /&gt;mummy: at the back.. far away now. I knocked down a bird ar.... (knocking sounds still buzzing at my ears)&lt;br /&gt;Agnes: ... how's the bird looks like?&lt;br /&gt;mummy: is black small bird... oh no... I knocked down a bird...&lt;br /&gt;Agnes: ... ... what happen to the bird now ?&lt;br /&gt;mummy: it lays there... in the middle of the road.. oh no....&lt;br /&gt;Agnes: ... ... died already?&lt;br /&gt;mummy: I dunno... hopefully there will be someone kind enough to carry the bird to roadside ...&lt;br /&gt;... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During noon time, I bring Agnes home from school... we go home using the same route. When we passed by the place where the incident happened, I saw a shadow spot on the road, looks like feather thingy and it looked dry because of the strong hot sun in whole morning. The bird obviously has been rolled over by dunno-how-many cars!! Oh no!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy: tze! the bird is dead! the cars rolled over the bird...&lt;br /&gt;Agnes: ...&lt;br /&gt;Agnes: ... nevermind lor... we don't tell bappy lo.. (comforting me.. scare I will get scolded by bappy)&lt;br /&gt;mummy: ... kolian.. the bird is dead horribly.. haizz&lt;br /&gt;Agnes: ... mummy, is ok lar...&lt;br /&gt;mummy: mm.... (sadly)&lt;br /&gt;Agnes: ... mummy, will this incident to be reported in news?&lt;br /&gt;mummy: huh? (with smile) ... no lar.. (maybe I sounds like I made a big serious case here.. hehe..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-8636941281574401068?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8636941281574401068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=8636941281574401068&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/8636941281574401068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/8636941281574401068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-no.html' title='Oh no..'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-2344559538936044898</id><published>2008-01-15T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:00:10.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>small Ryan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/R4wGOdtcnCI/AAAAAAAAALQ/FP9hEUEpLgA/s1600-h/picK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155502518995557410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/R4wGOdtcnCI/AAAAAAAAALQ/FP9hEUEpLgA/s400/picK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - just Ryan -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/R4wEOdtcnAI/AAAAAAAAALA/zno_TEfjOkw/s1600-h/picC.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/R4wEOdtcnBI/AAAAAAAAALI/_jIxD3-b7Lo/s1600-h/picC.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-2344559538936044898?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2344559538936044898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=2344559538936044898&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/2344559538936044898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/2344559538936044898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2008/01/small-ryan.html' title='small Ryan'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/R4wGOdtcnCI/AAAAAAAAALQ/FP9hEUEpLgA/s72-c/picK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-1568990423184181968</id><published>2008-01-14T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:00:10.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>his very first step to outside of the house ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/R4sGGttcm_I/AAAAAAAAAK4/a4HZ61jxCDc/s1600-h/picI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155220910874860530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/R4sGGttcm_I/AAAAAAAAAK4/a4HZ61jxCDc/s400/picI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - on his 1 year old day, he assisted by his sister Agnes to outside the house on his new shoes -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-1568990423184181968?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1568990423184181968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=1568990423184181968&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/1568990423184181968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/1568990423184181968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2008/01/his-very-first-step-to-outside-of-house.html' title='his very first step to outside of the house ...'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/R4sGGttcm_I/AAAAAAAAAK4/a4HZ61jxCDc/s72-c/picI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-7902237002008499648</id><published>2007-12-17T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T16:41:01.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>swimming!!</title><content type='html'>We had a great swim at Waterpark Stampark yesterday evening. It was Ryan's first time playing in swimming pool and was Agnes' second 'first' time after 2 years of being away from swimming pool because of epidermic like FHM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agnes, the happiest lady in the swimming pool. She hold on her newly bought 'float' and shouted in excitement, splashed the water. Bappy swim and push agnes around the swimming pool. I carried Ryan close to me while I walked slowly into the swimming pool. We were at baby pool which is safe for kids. :P Ryan hold me tightly and busy looking around. I think he was busy seeing ppl around who play in the swimming pool, because it's his first time. a very new event and environment for him. I 'walked' and 'swim' while carrying him around the swimming pool. Let him enjoy the feeling of the water.. He loves it. Ryan and I just swim for 30 minutes because we scare he caught cold. So bappy and Agnes continue their fun in swimming pool. Ryan still want to 'dip' in the swimming pool after we get changed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agnes loves swimming. When ask about swimming, you can see her wide smile on her face. Her smile tells you everything. Just before we left swimming pool for our car, Agnes quickly ask her bappy for next visit: Bappy, next time we come again ok?  Bappy smiled and agreed. Ryan cried when we got on our car, he didn't want to go home! aiyo, this kid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-7902237002008499648?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7902237002008499648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=7902237002008499648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/7902237002008499648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/7902237002008499648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2007/12/swimming.html' title='swimming!!'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-492401041351588010</id><published>2007-12-14T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T10:53:26.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy night! crazy fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hahahaha!!! Tired... but full of excitement! Yesterday night, ah gong and ah mah went out. So I played hide and seek with my Ryan. Agnes joined too. We ran around the living room, dinning place and kitchen. His height is just about the height of sofa in the living room. So, he can't see me 'crawling' (I have to crawl like a soldier behind the sofa so he dunno where I hide), but I can see him running to catch me when I put my head up abit. I made different kind of sounds to attract him. I like to see Ryan puzzling around and looking for me. Bad bappy, coz he hinted Ryan where I hide sometimes. And now I know why Agnes likes to hide behind the curtain when they play. It was an excitement moment when Agnes and I hid behind the curtain. We waited behind the curtain patiently hopping Ryan will not found us there. wuahahha!! We laughed, We shouted, and pat each other when he found us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Long time never exercise, I got pain on my thigh after the long game. Is really pain but I happy. I think I went crazy with children yesterday night. TOO fun! Too cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-492401041351588010?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/492401041351588010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=492401041351588010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/492401041351588010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/492401041351588010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2007/12/crazy-night-crazy-fun.html' title='crazy night! crazy fun!'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-1058258915109254755</id><published>2007-12-08T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T11:09:25.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan 1 Year old today!</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to you...&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you...&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to Yan Yan...&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I always 'flash back' to my history on my children's birthday. I flashed back to last year on this day at this time (1050am) ... he was still sleeping sweetly inside me... I miss the feeling.. :) ... his kicking feeling... his moving feeling... his baby face.. his soft body...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, he is a happy boy, likes to smile and laugh, likes to run around the house, likes to climb sofa, likes to play 'gusti' with his little sister, starts to protect his own toys, dislike baby cot because no freedom to walk around when he is kept inside, haha! He likes to play smelly shoes or slippers, scared of thorny durians but likes to eat durians (I think he sees durians as animals?), and he gets very very excited when sees me at home (when bappy fetch him back from babysitter's place) , ya.. only when sees me, he gets very excited. :D kekekkee... He brings lots of laughs to family. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope he grows healthily and happily with family... this is what all moms wish for their children right?.. :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, YanYan. I love U!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                  ... with mummy's love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-1058258915109254755?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1058258915109254755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=1058258915109254755&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/1058258915109254755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/1058258915109254755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2007/12/ryan-1-year-old-today.html' title='Ryan 1 Year old today!'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-2333050735367433392</id><published>2007-08-27T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T17:01:29.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bitter medicine..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tze tze gives her ah mah problems this morning. She not willing to take her bitter medicine. (She got chicken pox, remember). She spilt some medicine on her shirt. She wanted ah mah to feed her the medicine and water spoon by spoon. I think she was in bad mood. She actually finished one bottle of bitter medicine last week, which I bought from chinese medicine shop at Pandungan. We went for 2nd visit to the same shop last Saturday. Now, she got to finish another two bottles of medicine to be complete recovered. I think she has been struggling and overcome herself to take MORE bitter medicine. So, I reward her a sweet jelly after she took the medicine at noon just now (when I was at home for lunch time). She quickly eat it happily. Poor her... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-2333050735367433392?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2333050735367433392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=2333050735367433392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/2333050735367433392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/2333050735367433392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2007/08/bitter-medicine.html' title='bitter medicine..'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-3514807684530556881</id><published>2007-08-25T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:00:11.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun, fun, fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RyhAUDahuKI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/4yB4HsvIJyY/s1600-h/play0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127418889019439266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RyhAUDahuKI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/4yB4HsvIJyY/s320/play0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - I'm Sun Mu Kong! - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RyhAVjahuLI/AAAAAAAAAKA/N4FlhyJQOl8/s1600-h/play1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127418914789243058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RyhAVjahuLI/AAAAAAAAAKA/N4FlhyJQOl8/s320/play1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- Sister Agnes wears Sun Mu Kong mask playing with her brother Ryan! So fun! -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RyhAWzahuMI/AAAAAAAAAKI/XItVSVvpBZk/s1600-h/play3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127418936264079554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RyhAWzahuMI/AAAAAAAAAKI/XItVSVvpBZk/s320/play3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - To his horror: Je Je!! Is that you?! - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RyhAXzahuNI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/VhZtUOSCPTM/s1600-h/play4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RyhAYjahuOI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ebbThdIcnZQ/s1600-h/play5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127418966328850658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RyhAYjahuOI/AAAAAAAAAKY/ebbThdIcnZQ/s320/play5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- ryan keep staring at jeje.. is this my jeje? -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RyhBpjahuRI/AAAAAAAAAKw/sozfgTNzdL0/s1600-h/play8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127420357898254610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RyhBpjahuRI/AAAAAAAAAKw/sozfgTNzdL0/s320/play8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/Rs-DLr05_rI/AAAAAAAAAJM/uUB6qvdOWCo/s1600-h/play8.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- Jeje: I'm coming~~Ha Ha Ha~!!! - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RyhBpDahuQI/AAAAAAAAAKo/LQWocWKe5-0/s1600-h/play7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127420349308320002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RyhBpDahuQI/AAAAAAAAAKo/LQWocWKe5-0/s320/play7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/Rs-DLL05_qI/AAAAAAAAAJE/5i7aKpjXCVM/s1600-h/play7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- They were so into the play ~LOL~!- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RyhBojahuPI/AAAAAAAAAKg/TG4sjjvYYjE/s1600-h/play6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127420340718385394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RyhBojahuPI/AAAAAAAAAKg/TG4sjjvYYjE/s320/play6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/Rs-BkL05_pI/AAAAAAAAAI8/yZ0df7kCRNw/s1600-h/play6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- I know.. I know is u! jeje.. I know I know - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-3514807684530556881?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3514807684530556881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=3514807684530556881&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/3514807684530556881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/3514807684530556881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2007/08/fun-fun-fun.html' title='Fun, fun, fun!'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RyhAUDahuKI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/4yB4HsvIJyY/s72-c/play0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-5439225677018707937</id><published>2007-08-24T09:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:00:11.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RtKQHb05_sI/AAAAAAAAAJw/v0RBQ_RzE5Q/s1600-h/Main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103299785167339202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RtKQHb05_sI/AAAAAAAAAJw/v0RBQ_RzE5Q/s320/Main.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/Rs41u705_dI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Yv4XP2uvT1U/s1600-h/Main.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - my happiness . my loves . my everything -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/Rs05lLv9RPI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/01h885iR45E/s1600-h/Pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-5439225677018707937?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5439225677018707937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=5439225677018707937&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/5439225677018707937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/5439225677018707937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2007/08/my.html' title='my ...'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RtKQHb05_sI/AAAAAAAAAJw/v0RBQ_RzE5Q/s72-c/Main.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-2156732858257829817</id><published>2007-08-23T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:00:12.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she and he ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/Rs0jlbv9RCI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jA7-XBmRbt0/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101773078891676706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/Rs0jlbv9RCI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jA7-XBmRbt0/s320/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - cheers -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/Rs0jl7v9RDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/jusRwMHD0MY/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101773087481611314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/Rs0jl7v9RDI/AAAAAAAAAFw/jusRwMHD0MY/s320/Picture+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- sister and brother - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/Rs0jmbv9REI/AAAAAAAAAF4/LjxkOLWktxs/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101773096071545922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/Rs0jmbv9REI/AAAAAAAAAF4/LjxkOLWktxs/s320/Picture+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- 8 month old Ryan - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/Rs0jmrv9RFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2UMgg7Msj0c/s1600-h/Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101773100366513234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/Rs0jmrv9RFI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2UMgg7Msj0c/s320/Picture+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - 8 month old Ryan -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/Rs0jm7v9RGI/AAAAAAAAAGI/zqtbZEJS8ns/s1600-h/Ryan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/31401753-2156732858257829817?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2156732858257829817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=2156732858257829817&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/2156732858257829817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/2156732858257829817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2007/08/she-and-he.html' title='she and he ...'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/Rs0jlbv9RCI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jA7-XBmRbt0/s72-c/Picture+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-7950484864139961598</id><published>2007-08-22T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T15:02:55.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kolian....</title><content type='html'>Today is my little Agnes, tze tze birthday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to U!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a present from God, she gets chicken pox. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry dear. Get well soon and a great trip is ahead! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-7950484864139961598?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7950484864139961598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=7950484864139961598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/7950484864139961598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/7950484864139961598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2007/08/kolian.html' title='kolian....'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-5351513977686530594</id><published>2007-08-21T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:00:13.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new arrival!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/Rsq0lrv9Q_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/BT5hB1DtXzw/s1600-h/Picture+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101088087442539506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/Rsq0lrv9Q_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/BT5hB1DtXzw/s320/Picture+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - got her present today! She watch the box illustration. Feels interesting! -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/Rsq0mrv9RAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qlFbbT4o7rc/s1600-h/Picture+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101088104622408706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/Rsq0mrv9RAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qlFbbT4o7rc/s320/Picture+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - she opens a new shop! -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/Rsq0nbv9RBI/AAAAAAAAAFg/0DVJf4O8ooQ/s1600-h/Picture+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101088117507310610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/Rsq0nbv9RBI/AAAAAAAAAFg/0DVJf4O8ooQ/s320/Picture+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- so excited!! -&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/31401753-5351513977686530594?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5351513977686530594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=5351513977686530594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/5351513977686530594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/5351513977686530594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-arrival.html' title='new arrival!'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/Rsq0lrv9Q_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/BT5hB1DtXzw/s72-c/Picture+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-7670795240375660479</id><published>2007-08-21T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:00:13.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>her cute birthday card</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow is tze tze's big day! big big day! 4th birthday. Wah.... time really flies... remember 4 years ago of this 22 august... when baby tze tze still sleeping inside my tummy comfortably... the pain.. the scene.. her baby look... :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now... she gets birthday card from an uncle. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RsqxrLv9Q8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/WXTn_9_K-3A/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101084883396936642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RsqxrLv9Q8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/WXTn_9_K-3A/s320/Picture+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - apple birthday card from uncle Thian - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/Rsqxsbv9Q9I/AAAAAAAAAFA/7lf1EK_2W1s/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101084904871773138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/Rsqxsbv9Q9I/AAAAAAAAAFA/7lf1EK_2W1s/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - inner side of the card -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RsqyLrv9Q-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/PiLX1D6lBw0/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101085441742685154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RsqyLrv9Q-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/PiLX1D6lBw0/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- uncle wrote: grow up healthily, best wishes in studies (my translation)-&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/31401753-7670795240375660479?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7670795240375660479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=7670795240375660479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/7670795240375660479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/7670795240375660479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2007/08/her-cute-birthday-card.html' title='her cute birthday card'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RsqxrLv9Q8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/WXTn_9_K-3A/s72-c/Picture+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-8830249110900365305</id><published>2007-08-20T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:00:14.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>her present on da way~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bappy is on travelling for 3 weeks. So sad bappy will not able to be with tze tze for her birthday. So, Bappy get something special for tze tze this coming birthday. :) The present costs RM40. He posts the present via postlaju at RM30++. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;He says is a surprise for her. So, it's worth. The present is expected to arrive tomorrow!! Hooray!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RslZu7v9Q4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/SM10xCIt1AY/s1600-h/Photo227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100706715821491074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RslZu7v9Q4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/SM10xCIt1AY/s320/Photo227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- Magic Shopping Centre -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RslZu7v9Q5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/8erMjrXbKLk/s1600-h/Photo224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100706715821491090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RslZu7v9Q5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/8erMjrXbKLk/s320/Photo224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- how Cute!! I feel want to get in too! -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RslZvLv9Q6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/A1NeySsDdnY/s1600-h/Photo225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100706720116458402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RslZvLv9Q6I/AAAAAAAAAEo/A1NeySsDdnY/s320/Photo225.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- Fruits and vegetables section -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RslZvLv9Q7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/dhj0k2RNuHU/s1600-h/Photo226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100706720116458418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RslZvLv9Q7I/AAAAAAAAAEw/dhj0k2RNuHU/s320/Photo226.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- you can post your mail here.. wuahahaha -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-8830249110900365305?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8830249110900365305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=8830249110900365305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/8830249110900365305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/8830249110900365305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2007/08/her-present-on-da-way.html' title='her present on da way~'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RslZu7v9Q4I/AAAAAAAAAEY/SM10xCIt1AY/s72-c/Photo227.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-7623262794922885197</id><published>2007-08-19T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T17:15:39.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who kakak?</title><content type='html'>mummy: tze tze, what is your name? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tze tze: my name is agnes tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy: how old are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tze tze: I am 4 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy: how are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tze tze: I am fine... thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy: tze tze, what is your mummy's name? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tze tze: KAKAK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy: !!! what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tze tze: kakak mummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy: ... ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-7623262794922885197?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/7623262794922885197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=7623262794922885197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/7623262794922885197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/7623262794922885197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2007/08/who-kakak.html' title='who kakak?'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-5138009781818934344</id><published>2007-06-09T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T15:21:27.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>agnes first colouring contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, agnes joins her very first colouring contest at her playschool. But she meets some great competitors in her group. So, she missed the prizes. :) nah... small matters for agnes. Try again next year lor. I will train her personally... Ops.... my art not that good actually. hahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She coloured the picture very nice to me. Too bad I didn't bring my camera to snap her 'masterpiece' and I can't bring home her art work home because the teacher wants to put up her picture. So bad hor... hm.. maybe I should ask the teacher to snap her picture for me.. for my keep. yea.. great idea! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bappy and I so glad to see her able to enjoy herself with friends there. Yea yea, we went there to accompany her for the whole competition. Again... I took leave today to show her my love and support. :D And most importantly, this is her very first time competition. I can't miss it right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Overall, She got big white balloon (She loves balloons very much, u know right evea haha!) , freebies and friends there, she is totally having a great time there today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;you know what... all this make me thought of psypets events. hahhaa! some of u will know what I mean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-5138009781818934344?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5138009781818934344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=5138009781818934344&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/5138009781818934344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/5138009781818934344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2007/06/agnes-first-colouring-contest.html' title='agnes first colouring contest'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-1468814370277995670</id><published>2007-06-09T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T14:56:04.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wah-wah day yesterday</title><content type='html'>I had a very beautiful wah-wah day yesterday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my birthday... &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;WAH!&lt;/span&gt; and ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my supervisor allow me on leave so I don't need to work on my big day...&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;WAH!&lt;/span&gt;...  and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hubby also on leave to accompany me - the birthday gal... &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;WAH!&lt;/span&gt;... and he is my driver of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my pretty daughter will be at her school and baby boy will be with babysitter whole day.  Hubby and I can paktor whole day like young couples! &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;WAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent lots of his $$ yesterday... and he is still happy... ...  &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;WAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;WAH!&lt;/span&gt; I get so many sms 'happy birthday' greetings from friends, mama... I feel so sweet and warm.. and my papa also sms-ed me 'happy birthday'!! This is my first 'happy birthday' sms from my very strict papa (he used to be... now old liaw.. wuahhaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never forget a friend who having same birthday with me. We never missed to wish each other thru sms as usual on this day.. :) &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;WAH!&lt;/span&gt; The feeling ...is... so.. unexplainable.. at least there is always one friend will remember my birthday if my other sisters forget about my birthdate...  hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a great movie - Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End.. &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;WAH!&lt;/span&gt; (hey.. this is my first movie in 2007 okay.. it might be the last for this year too.. It's very hard to make myself sit and watch movie in cinema eversince I have kids.. agree?).. any comment on the movie? hm.. Jones looks yucky.. argh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mama boiled eggs for me to eat because is my big day... I went to my mama's house but I forgot to eat! &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;WUA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and... lastly.. this is the biggest &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of my day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new nephew who same birthday with me ... &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;WAH!&lt;/span&gt; SO unbelievable! I carried him. We both have the same date! How lovely.. I think this will be the only nephew will never never forget my birthday. :P He is a big baby... and he got so much hair! Aiyo.. more than my baby Ryan! baby, what shampoo you use har??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-1468814370277995670?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1468814370277995670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=1468814370277995670&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/1468814370277995670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/1468814370277995670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2007/06/wah-wah-day-yesterday.html' title='wah-wah day yesterday'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-5732349168650741167</id><published>2007-05-09T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:00:15.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>agnes' moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RkHBW2QeBDI/AAAAAAAAADw/eMwj5mGf75k/s1600-h/jellyfish1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062540054407021618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RkHBW2QeBDI/AAAAAAAAADw/eMwj5mGf75k/s320/jellyfish1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - agnes' jellyfish is 'flying' -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RkHBW2QeBEI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7HuVc38_F2s/s1600-h/school1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062540054407021634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RkHBW2QeBEI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7HuVc38_F2s/s320/school1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- her playschool - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RkHBW2QeBFI/AAAAAAAAAEA/eieAd7UShiY/s1600-h/school2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062540054407021650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RkHBW2QeBFI/AAAAAAAAAEA/eieAd7UShiY/s320/school2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- this is where she keeps her shoes - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RkHBXGQeBGI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Q9k7BTPoavU/s1600-h/school3.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&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/31401753-5732349168650741167?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5732349168650741167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=5732349168650741167&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/5732349168650741167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/5732349168650741167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2007/05/agnes-moment.html' title='agnes&apos; moment'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RkHBW2QeBDI/AAAAAAAAADw/eMwj5mGf75k/s72-c/jellyfish1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-3603424875908264574</id><published>2007-03-16T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T14:59:59.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so busy.... busy...</title><content type='html'>bugs! bugs! O~~ bugs! My life full of bugs recently. How good if it's a real bug. Then I can just use 'SHELTOX' to get rid of it. Pssssttt~~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every end of the day, I feel stress and lifeless because of my life 'buggy'... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know since when I started to have this habit... I always want a warm hug from my agnes every night..  we will HUGGGG as tight as we can... she loves the feeling... and me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will say...   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;tze tze.. u r my pillow~ O~ My sweet pillow.. let me hug as long as I want....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then as we hug each other...  we laff ... ki ki ki kakakakakikiki.... the feeling is so ... warm.. :) that's how I manage to keep my brain fresh and ready to fight bugs the next day... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my little 'pillow' ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-3603424875908264574?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3603424875908264574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=3603424875908264574&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/3603424875908264574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/3603424875908264574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-busy-busy.html' title='so busy.... busy...'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-2150193927080626251</id><published>2007-03-07T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T16:27:43.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'meimei' or 'didi'? (sister or brother)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;yesterday night was a same boring night.. (coz I just recovered from cough and flu, so no char kueh tiaw, char kueh, keropok, no no no until I fully recovered! haiz) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I asked my agnes.. one question that suddenly across my mind... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me: tze tze, now you have 'didi' right. so what you want to have next? 'meimei' or 'didi'? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;with smiley face.. tze tze starts to think and think... her both eye balls turning left and right.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tze tze: I want &lt;strong&gt;'koko'&lt;/strong&gt;.. &lt;em&gt;*with BIG grin... (koko means elder brother)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bappy and I laughed when hearing her funny answer.. never thought she will answer me 'out of box' one.. how to give her a koko har? hahahhaha!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;me: err... &lt;em&gt;*I don't know how to answer her back.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She doesn't have any elder cousin.. so I think she only can have her elder friends as 'koko' from her playschool.. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-2150193927080626251?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2150193927080626251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=2150193927080626251&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/2150193927080626251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/2150193927080626251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2007/03/meimei-or-didi-sister-or-brother.html' title='&apos;meimei&apos; or &apos;didi&apos;? (sister or brother)'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-2674204439938272148</id><published>2007-02-22T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:00:15.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pineapple goodies</title><content type='html'>I made some pineapple tarts for chinese new year 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was my very first time baking pineapple tarts. It's bit tough to me at the beginning especially in moulding the tart. It took me quite long time to mould ONE nice piece. Oh Gosh! At first I though I will be able to bake few pineapple tarts this year but slowly, I able to pick up the 'skills' to mould tart quickly.  :-) So, I baked some for my mother and brothers too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/Rd0XWZlHcUI/AAAAAAAAADU/CBPVY8FPOcQ/s1600-h/pineapple1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034205632061206850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/Rd0XWZlHcUI/AAAAAAAAADU/CBPVY8FPOcQ/s320/pineapple1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- pineapple tarts -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/Rd0XWZlHcVI/AAAAAAAAADc/jgK5YH4D_Cc/s1600-h/pineapple2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034205632061206866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/Rd0XWZlHcVI/AAAAAAAAADc/jgK5YH4D_Cc/s320/pineapple2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- one batch of my pineapple tarts - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It takes alot of time and effort to make these pineapple tarts and it is nice to *NGAP* (eat) at one go! Can be finished quite soon. *sweating~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, I can enjoy as much pineapple tarts I want. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-2674204439938272148?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2674204439938272148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=2674204439938272148&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/2674204439938272148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/2674204439938272148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2007/02/pineapple-goodies.html' title='pineapple goodies'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/Rd0XWZlHcUI/AAAAAAAAADU/CBPVY8FPOcQ/s72-c/pineapple1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-213240377451940108</id><published>2007-02-09T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:00:15.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alamak!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/Rcvts5lHcSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/XhvTnmLp5VE/s1600-h/alamak.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029374764515815714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/Rcvts5lHcSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/XhvTnmLp5VE/s200/alamak.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a mummy am I! I missed my Ryan's monthly check up appointment. The appointment was to be &lt;strong&gt;yesterday&lt;/strong&gt; but I keep telling people baby Ryan is going to have his injection today. Aiyoyo! shame me &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RcvttJlHcTI/AAAAAAAAADE/xeD9OrAGzV4/s1600-h/shy.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029374768810783026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RcvttJlHcTI/AAAAAAAAADE/xeD9OrAGzV4/s200/shy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning, I went to the clinic and changed the appointment to next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan.. I saved you from the injection yesterday. wuahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-213240377451940108?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/213240377451940108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=213240377451940108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/213240377451940108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/213240377451940108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2007/02/alamak.html' title='alamak!'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/Rcvts5lHcSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/XhvTnmLp5VE/s72-c/alamak.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-2148857246330185138</id><published>2007-02-08T08:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T08:48:39.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new toy for me</title><content type='html'>bappy get me a new toy yesterday- Avent ISIS manual pump for me. :) Thanks bappy. It's a BIG-BIG encouragement from you and I love it very much. Muaks to pump! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh... I miss my little super pump now.. - baby Ryan.. what are you doing now? sleeping? or 'swimming'?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-2148857246330185138?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2148857246330185138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=2148857246330185138&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/2148857246330185138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/2148857246330185138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-toy-for-me.html' title='a new toy for me'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-3689284424771255647</id><published>2007-02-07T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T14:39:45.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna cry... i wanna happy cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes.. I want to cry... a happy cry.. I never thought I could &lt;b&gt;go so far&lt;/b&gt; for breastfeeding my baby.. oh no no... I should say.. I never thought I can success in total breastfeed my baby! :~)  Before this, I'm very proud and 'salute' to those breastfeed mummies because breastfeed a baby to me is a &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;challenging &lt;/strong&gt;task. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is my another big success in my life other than giving birth naturally to my two children and marrying to a caring hubby! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm back to work and trying my best to keep my little Ryan to have breastmilk while I'm away. Shhh... tell you my secret.. I'm expressing my milk into a bottle in office..... oh.. now it's no more a secret after telling you.. :) Eh eh... of course I do it in a locked room lar.. duh~! I start to keep 'stock' (breastmilk) weeks ago before I back to work.. let me show u my stock some other day.. wakakaka! Interesting though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's pray that I can keep it up. *pray*pray* &lt;strong&gt;I can! I can!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-3689284424771255647?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3689284424771255647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=3689284424771255647&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/3689284424771255647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/3689284424771255647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-wanna-cry-i-wanna-happy-cry.html' title='i wanna cry... i wanna happy cry'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-4055683792926476037</id><published>2007-02-06T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T08:48:46.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello to colleagues</title><content type='html'>Here I am - on my desk. Yea, I back to office today.  :D Hopefully I have a good start. Good luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-4055683792926476037?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4055683792926476037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=4055683792926476037&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/4055683792926476037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/4055683792926476037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello-to-colleagues.html' title='hello to colleagues'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-8988960479166750524</id><published>2007-01-23T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:00:16.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the pics she took</title><content type='html'>Here are some pics she took by herself. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RbV78K6iqZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qbTlxfzYjzs/s1600-h/DSCF0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023057233053919634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RbV78K6iqZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qbTlxfzYjzs/s320/DSCF0030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - naughty me -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RbV78K6iqaI/AAAAAAAAACE/3VMd-s-9yK8/s1600-h/DSCF0034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023057233053919650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RbV78K6iqaI/AAAAAAAAACE/3VMd-s-9yK8/s320/DSCF0034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Hm.. -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RbV78a6iqbI/AAAAAAAAACM/E_TjVwmYKMw/s1600-h/DSCF0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023057237348886962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RbV78a6iqbI/AAAAAAAAACM/E_TjVwmYKMw/s320/DSCF0035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- sexy lips.. keke - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we ask agnes to take a picture of us, bappy and mummy. We pose and wait patiently for her to snap us. *KHA CHA* *KHA CHA*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how she took the picture of her mummy and bappy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RbV8S66iqcI/AAAAAAAAACU/asu4x6GQRmY/s1600-h/DSCF0065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023057623895943618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RbV8S66iqcI/AAAAAAAAACU/asu4x6GQRmY/s320/DSCF0065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- bappy and mummy?! -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;She only caught one of mummy's eye and nose only. Where is bappy?? Bappy is covered by her fingers oredi... aiyo...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-8988960479166750524?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8988960479166750524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=8988960479166750524&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/8988960479166750524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/8988960479166750524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2007/01/pics-she-took.html' title='the pics she took'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RbV78K6iqZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/qbTlxfzYjzs/s72-c/DSCF0030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-3812829624005138874</id><published>2007-01-19T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:00:16.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my bb pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here, I show  both my baby pics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RbA-Ta6iqSI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PKf_kHxBvt8/s1600-h/babyAgnes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021582087881402658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RbA-Ta6iqSI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PKf_kHxBvt8/s320/babyAgnes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- 1 month old Agnes -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RbA-Ta6iqTI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZzBsaejOUxk/s1600-h/Ryan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021582087881402674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RbA-Ta6iqTI/AAAAAAAAABE/ZzBsaejOUxk/s320/Ryan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- 1 month old Ryan -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Eh! I just notice their hair styles are same to each other. haha! Agnes was 3.49kg on her birth day while Ryan was 3.67kg. Those numbers are scaring me so much...&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/31401753-3812829624005138874?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3812829624005138874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=3812829624005138874&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/3812829624005138874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/3812829624005138874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-bb-pics.html' title='my bb pics'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RbA-Ta6iqSI/AAAAAAAAAA8/PKf_kHxBvt8/s72-c/babyAgnes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-3604154636117340793</id><published>2007-01-19T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:00:17.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>her sticker book - playground</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is one of the sticker book that comes with her milk powder we bought. Agnes fall in love to this sticker book and we hardly stop her to finish all the titles at one go. We want to save some to get her busy with this sticker book in future when bappy and I get busy mah. She just love it and want to stick all the stickers to the book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here's an interesting point I want to drop in my memory lane. The topic is playground. She sticked all the items nicely in the right place. Correct? correct? can you spot something funny in this picture? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RbA4s66iqQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-FKCuQxLTww/s1600-h/playground.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021575928898300162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RbA4s66iqQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-FKCuQxLTww/s320/playground.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - her playground in sticker book -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have you spot it? keke...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RbA4tK6iqRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TeD_qLa56kE/s1600-h/playground2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021575933193267474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RbA4tK6iqRI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TeD_qLa56kE/s320/playground2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- she sticked the bench this way -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you understand the reason she stick this way? I start to understand only after I stare at it for few seconds. Bappy didn't get what's the reason until I tell him. :) It's funny. It's seems wrong but not. She is right. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before she stick the bench to the book, I told her to stick somewhere bappy and mummy can sit and able to look at you playing at playground. So, she stick this way. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I get it. You get it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-3604154636117340793?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/3604154636117340793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=3604154636117340793&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/3604154636117340793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/3604154636117340793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2007/01/her-sticker-book-playground.html' title='her sticker book - playground'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/RbA4s66iqQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-FKCuQxLTww/s72-c/playground.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-720655797560892601</id><published>2007-01-17T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:00:17.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby's bath water</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On the 30th day after deliver day, my confinement lady get ready the bath water for my Ryan. 7 different colours of flowers, 'muak chao' - kind of leaves and 7 rocks collected by the road are put into the water. Interesting hor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/Ra3bm66iqPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BwzHP52ywbM/s1600-h/Shower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020910621284280562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/Ra3bm66iqPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BwzHP52ywbM/s320/Shower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - water for baby bath is ready -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/Ra3aY66iqOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ip8QdaKpKm8/s1600-h/ryan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020909281254484194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/Ra3aY66iqOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ip8QdaKpKm8/s320/ryan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - ryan enjoy bathing! - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He loves bathing and I love to see him enjoy bathing. hehe.. paiseh to tell, I don't bath my Ryan myself yet. His ah mah and bappy enjoy bath him mah. keke. Until when people start boring bath/shower him, I will have many chances to bath him in future de. Don't worry. So, relax... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-720655797560892601?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/720655797560892601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=720655797560892601&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/720655797560892601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/720655797560892601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2007/01/babys-bath-water.html' title='baby&apos;s bath water'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wxBBFbtpPzU/Ra3bm66iqPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BwzHP52ywbM/s72-c/Shower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-1467221653585643527</id><published>2007-01-08T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T11:33:56.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back! I'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy New Year! Happy New Year! I'm out of 'jail' finally. :) I gave birth to my baby Ryan on 8th December. And for your info, that was a quick delivery that I ever had. :P Sounds like I have many kids hahahha! I just gave one push and there my Ryan come to me. Thank God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I try to post my little Ryan pic in my next post ya (if Ryan give me free time to do so) :D. ops.. he is calling me... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-1467221653585643527?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1467221653585643527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=1467221653585643527&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/1467221653585643527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/1467221653585643527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-back-im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back! I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-4570389916434861719</id><published>2006-12-06T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T14:49:49.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last working day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hooray! Today is my last working day in the year 2006! I will be on my ML starting tomorrow and back to work in Feb 2007. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hm... wonder how's my life will be...  ... I have mix feeling when start thinking about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sometimes I just can't wait to see my bb .. :)  Yea... I will meet my bb real soon... hope everything will be just fine and going smooth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-4570389916434861719?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/4570389916434861719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=4570389916434861719&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/4570389916434861719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/4570389916434861719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2006/12/last-working-day.html' title='Last working day'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-8621743010059741348</id><published>2006-12-04T08:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T08:58:56.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday to Bappy</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to u&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to u&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to bappy&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to U~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, when I send b to her school... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: B, today is bappy's birthday ar... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: No.. I haven't celebrate my birthday. It's my birthday... (with sad tune...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: No leh... U had ur birthday already. Today is bappy's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: no.. it's my birthday... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then sing a song to herself happily...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to tze tze&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to tze tze..&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to tze tze~~..&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to tze tze..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! Silly gal.. when I celebrate my birthday in June, she said is her birthday. Now, her bappy's birthday also her birthday. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-8621743010059741348?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/8621743010059741348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=8621743010059741348&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/8621743010059741348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/8621743010059741348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-birthday-to-bappy.html' title='Happy birthday to Bappy'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-5686290218389252453</id><published>2006-12-01T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T10:29:57.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All about her shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1817/3833/1600/451870/AllShoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1817/3833/320/503172/AllShoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- Her shoes collection in her toddler life - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I forgot to take the picture of her very 1st pair of shoes. Got to find it later. It was from her popo on her 1st year old birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1817/3833/1600/117792/FirstShoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1817/3833/320/794471/FirstShoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;-&lt;/a&gt; 2nd, a pair of shoes with sounds from popo -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;She wore this pair of shoes at 1 year old ++. haizz... I missed that sounds. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1817/3833/1600/212197/sportShoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1817/3833/320/8944/sportShoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - 3rd, pair of sport shoes with LED lightings, from popo. -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;B got this pair of sport shoes as a Chinese New Year present from her popo in 2005. She was about 2 years old that time. The shoes are special as there are LED lightings sparkling on the shoes when she walks. Cute. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1817/3833/1600/936464/PinkShoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1817/3833/320/355630/PinkShoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - 4th, a pair of pink shoes from her bappy. Bought them in Kenyalang -&lt;/p&gt;Bappy bought her this pair of shoes as her foot grow bigger. She wore this at 2 years old++.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1817/3833/1600/484296/slipper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1817/3833/320/946859/slipper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- 5th, a pair slippers from popo - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Popo get her a pair of slippers. Her very first slippers in her life. :D She likes this pair very much as very easy to wear. Just slip in and go. The slippers looks dusty in the pic. :P Normally her popo will clean her slippers when she goes to popo's house. I'm a lazy mummy. Rarely clean her slippers :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1817/3833/1600/920939/nike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1817/3833/320/901242/nike.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- 6th, a pair of sport shoes from bappy. Bought them in Kenyalang - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;She starts to go to nearby park with her ah gong and ah mah for exercise such as running, walking or cycling. Bappy get her a new pair of sport shoes since she can't fit in her first sport shoes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1817/3833/320/933507/whiteShoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt; - 7th, a pair of shining shoes. Bappy bought them from KL - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The shoes looks nice and grand hor. Suitable for dinners. :) She got this pair of shoes when she is 2 years old ++.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1817/3833/1600/253096/newShoe1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1817/3833/320/754645/newShoe1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- 8th, a pair of sandals with bells from Bappy -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;ling ling lung lung.... there are few bells stitched on the sandals. The sandals also got heels one. It's a pair of very 'lady' sandals. Nice? :)  She got these shoes when she is 3 years old.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1817/3833/1600/486551/newShoe2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-5686290218389252453?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/5686290218389252453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=5686290218389252453&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/5686290218389252453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/5686290218389252453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2006/12/all-about-her-shoes.html' title='All about her shoes'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-2519438226244354390</id><published>2006-11-29T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T16:38:51.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my baked layer cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My first baked layer cake &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I keep my 1st batch layer cake pics. Sayang. I remember that my mama tried my 1st batch layer cake. Her comment is 'Not nice! Not nice!' But the funny thing is.. she keep on eating one after one piece while commenting my failure cake. :D Funny hor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, bappy wanted to finish my terrible-tasted layer cake. :P. I feel uncomfortable and not willing to see him finish that horrible cake. I feel the cake is not edible lor. So end up, I throw the rest of the cake away before he finish them all and I promised to bake a better cake for him next time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second baked layer cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following pics were my 2nd time to bake layer cake. Still a failure but not 100% failure. It doesn't tasted 'kuih-ish' compare to my 1st time. Hahaha! I think I will bake my next layer cake after I get my new oven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, the cake tasted better compare to my first batch one. End up I don't have enough cake to share with my mama side. Agnes and bappy like the cake. Glad to see them finishing my bakings that time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1817/3833/1600/530435/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1817/3833/320/770777/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - can u see the layers? - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1817/3833/1600/157752/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1817/3833/320/745338/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - While bappy try to take the picture, I took the piece of cake in the middle of the picture. So.. the pic looks no focus. Haha! -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1817/3833/1600/705188/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1817/3833/320/543575/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- my layer cake -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hope I can bake a nice layer cake for them, both families, soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-2519438226244354390?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2519438226244354390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=2519438226244354390&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/2519438226244354390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/2519438226244354390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-baked-layer-cake.html' title='my baked layer cake'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-2496301867920078653</id><published>2006-11-24T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T10:12:19.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks to go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1817/3833/1600/281630/kao_cheers.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1817/3833/200/41252/kao_cheers.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; gou gou is coming in 2 weeks time or less!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-2496301867920078653?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/2496301867920078653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=2496301867920078653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/2496301867920078653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/2496301867920078653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2006/11/2-weeks-to-go.html' title='2 weeks to go...'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-1922828995215604560</id><published>2006-11-24T08:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T09:16:32.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>egg tart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Few weeks back, I baked total of 16 egg tarts for my both family. Have been such a long time didn't bake egg tarts for them. My mummy and brothers miss my baking. So, I bake some egg tarts before I'm on my confinement soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1817/3833/1600/9923/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1817/3833/320/199697/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - freshly baked egg tart -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everyone enjoyed my egg tarts except me. Because I should not take sweet food. It's totally okay for me. I enjoy baking and family enjoy my bakings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgotten to take the pic of my lovely egg tart. Luckily there is still one egg tart left on my dining table. So, I quickly snap one for my memory lane. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was some egg tart filling left. I didn't know what should I do with it. I didn't want to bake another batch next day so I steamed the rest of the filling for dinner. :P Ish... can you imagine the taste? wuahahaha! It tasted so sweet and weird with rice. Bappy doesn't like it but he finished it all in the end. :D See, how could I stop baking since I have such great supporter. I want to bake more for him ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-1922828995215604560?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/1922828995215604560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=1922828995215604560&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/1922828995215604560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/1922828995215604560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2006/11/egg-tart.html' title='egg tart'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-116424448582218092</id><published>2006-11-23T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T10:39:52.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Saturday dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Saturday, bappy brought B and I for a nice buffet dinner at Riverbank restaurant, Hilton. We reached there at about 6:40pm. Yummy Yummy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are ranges of food but I didn't remember all the names. I just enjoy the food. wohoho! I took corn soup, salad, fishes, chicken, beef, steamed eggs, seafood and some sushi. I can't take most of the sushi food. Preggie only take fully cooked food mah. And I can't take much dessert also. It's very sweet for me. There are different types of dessert and cakes there. So lovely and looked so rich! Really makes my mouth watering when I start think of it now. Bappy allowed me to try some of the dessert that night. Actually he is forced to give the permission. wuahahhaa! :) So happy! I took small piece of tiramisu, small piece of baked cheese cake and few bites of almond peach tart. keke! alot or not? I don't think so .. :P Yea.. I only remember those sweet stuff names. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6980/3051/1600/280078/sushi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6980/3051/320/976248/sushi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- one of the bappy's hunt, sushi- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6980/3051/1600/731422/icecream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6980/3051/320/610743/icecream.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- one of B's great hunt, ice cream -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6980/3051/1600/516815/icecream2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6980/3051/320/851076/icecream2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- her ice cream -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;B enjoyed her ice cream the most. She carried the ice cream everywhere she goes around the restaurant. She even approached the ice cream corner and wait for the uncle to refill her ice cream. aiyo! She finished 1 scoop of strawberry ice cream and 1 1/2 scoop of vanilla ice cream that night. Usually she doesn't take so much ice cream at a time as I don't allow her to. But for that special dinner, I just made an exception night for her, let her enjoy her ice cream buffet. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, we enjoyed the dinner very much. We all full and happy... but I still not willing to leave the restaurant that soon :P... leaving those nice food behind me... :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;During the dinner, I suddenly recalled that day - 18 November, was a memorable day. It was the day Bappy and I flew to Singapore to look for job 6 years ago... It was our very first time to fly overseas ourselves and that was the starting of our great adventure life story... right bappy? Few flashes of sweet memories played in my mind during the dinner. That night, I was so glad to have the dinner with bappy as a family and don't forget... with our little B too. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So happy.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-116424448582218092?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/116424448582218092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=116424448582218092&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/116424448582218092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/116424448582218092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2006/11/saturday-dinner.html' title='The Saturday dinner'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-116382216466700416</id><published>2006-11-18T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T11:56:05.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my Saturday feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I take a leave today. No working day for me. Hehe.. :) There is nothing special today. I just plan to rest and relax at home. Just do what I like to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This morning, bappy and I went to Mdm Tang cafe at Petanak to have breakfast. It was a nice and peaceful breakfast I have. Haha! My little B goes to her playschool for activities. We ordered laksa and beef noodle. The laksa tastes so-so only but it comes in big bowl. As for beef noodle, it was so yummy but it's little. Overall, we enjoyed our breakfast very much. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tonight, my dream will come true. :) My dream to have a nice and special dinner wh bappy and B to welcome our new member next month. I'll snap some pics for my memory lane. I'm so happy when I start think about tonight's dinner. pray* pray* Hopefully my little bb inside me let me have my pretty dinner first har.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear... I just have 18 or 20 days to go. A new family member is joining us. :) .. who har..? who har?? Bappy not yet think a name for the bb but we got a nickname for the bb - 'gou gou' (in mandarin, it means doggie). Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm... wonder what will be my sign and when will my sign comes.. okay okay lar.. don't think too much. :D Just wait for the time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-116382216466700416?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/116382216466700416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=116382216466700416&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/116382216466700416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/116382216466700416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-saturday-feeling.html' title='my Saturday feeling'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-116348888511954054</id><published>2006-11-14T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T15:21:25.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>her first time...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday night... when we were in the living room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: B.. B.. see.. there is a mosquito flying in front of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Softly...  with her both little hands... she tried her best to catch the flying mosquito in front of her.. then with a small clap sounds...*clap*... the mosquito dropped onto the floor just infront of her. The mosquito stop moving on the floor. B gets excited to find herself 'killed' a mosquito herself. She smiled and look at me. Showing me she finally beat a flying mosquito herself. She is so happy and proud of herself. I think the mosquito is just 'fainted'. After that, B pick it up with a piece of tissue paper and throw it into the dustbin.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For record,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;13 November 2006, she 'killed' her very first flying mosquito in her life. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-116348888511954054?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/116348888511954054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=116348888511954054&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/116348888511954054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/116348888511954054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2006/11/her-first-time.html' title='her first time...'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-116338466007977681</id><published>2006-11-13T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T10:59:38.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mouse trap 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday night, bappy set up another mouse trap with the stink glue again. Hoping the big mouse will be trapped this time. As usual, B gets excited and sit aside watching her bappy setting up the mouse trap. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning about 5am, bappy and I went to washroom and checked the mouse trap if any mouse trapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- gotcha! the big mouse! -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This morning, B woke up very quickly once we told her the 'big' news. (It's a big news for a little child like her) :D She then goes out excitedly to see the mouse. Haha!&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/31401753-116338466007977681?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/116338466007977681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=116338466007977681&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/116338466007977681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/116338466007977681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2006/11/mouse-trap-3.html' title='mouse trap 3'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-116338348267632757</id><published>2006-11-13T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T10:56:38.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mouse trap 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This time, ah gong bought a can of rat glue to trap the mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/320/2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - very stink and sticky rat glue - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bappy helped to set up the mouse trap. He poured and levelled the glue on a piece of cardboard. Argh! The glue so stink! B enjoy watching her bappy making mouse trap. Yea, she is the most excited when setting up this. Catch Mouse! Catch Mouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/1.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/320/1.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- bappy at work - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that, bappy put few pieces of bread on the glue. Ah Gong added some banana. And.. erm.. the lizard... don't know how it got trapped itself that fast! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- that's it! supper for the mouse - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;B is the most excited about when is the mouse will be trapped. We stayed in our bedroom and wait. That was about 10pm. We left the living room and kitchen in dark. We believed that mouse will be out for food hunting anytime soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;That night about 10:30pm, B was very excited. She waited excitedly and was hoping to see a mouse trapped. She refused to sleep. So, we all went to have a peep on the mouse trap before we sleep. Yea, that's what we agreed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - gotcha! -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A small mouse trapped! Yea... another small mouse. Eee... wonder how many small mouse in da house. *biting nails* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Until next morning, we see no other mouse trapped. The big mouse is still somewhere in da house. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-116338348267632757?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/116338348267632757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=116338348267632757&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/116338348267632757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/116338348267632757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2006/11/mouse-trap-2.html' title='mouse trap 2'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-116286986287385051</id><published>2006-11-07T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T14:22:55.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mouse trap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Recently, we find out there are &lt;strike&gt;mouses&lt;/strike&gt; mice hide somewhere in our house. Don't know how many are they but bappy saw one large mouse one night. So, we set up a mouse trap before sleep to catch them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The mouse trap is a piece of cardboard with very sticky glue. B felt excited but scared when bappy explain to her about the mouse trap. She get excited about we are trying to catch mouse. But she so scared the big mouse will bite one of us. Funny gal. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning, we found 2 small &lt;strike&gt;mouses&lt;/strike&gt; mice caught in our trap! B get excited when seeing them struggling on the glue. She had no fear to those &lt;strike&gt;mouses&lt;/strike&gt; mice as the &lt;strike&gt;mouses&lt;/strike&gt; mice cannot run from the mouse trap! Yea, that's wat she told me. Hahhaa! B also told me she wanted to feed them with crackers. She said the &lt;strike&gt;mouses&lt;/strike&gt; mice have nothing to eat. Aiyoyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night, we set up the trap again. Hopefully can catch the big mouse this time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This morning, we found out we caught nothing but a lizard. Poor stupid lizard got stuck on the mouse glue... and B watched it with doubts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: mummy mummy.... why the mouse looks like a lizard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;HAHAHHAHAA!!!! Oh my Funny gal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;me: oh dear, it is not a mouse. It is a lizard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: Huh?! so it's a lizard! Why the lizard stuck on the mouse glue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: that lizard naughty so it gets caught lor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-116286986287385051?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/116286986287385051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=116286986287385051&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/116286986287385051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/116286986287385051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2006/11/mouse-trap.html' title='mouse trap'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-116277725055800380</id><published>2006-11-06T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T09:40:50.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light &amp; Fluffy Banana Cake Recipe</title><content type='html'>Hallo, here comes the banana cake recipe that I promised to post. I get this from a forum. Bappy very much in love with the banana cake from this recipe. It's simple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;INGREDIENTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6oz butter/margarine&lt;br /&gt;6 oz castor sugar/brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 lage eggs&lt;br /&gt;3 1/2 tbsp yoghurt&lt;br /&gt;3 large banana, mashed&lt;br /&gt;8 oz self raising flour, sifted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are using plain flour, use 8 oz plain/cake flour with 1tsp baking powder and 1tsp bicarbonate soda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;METHOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1, Preheat oven to 180 degrees celcius&lt;br /&gt;2. Cream butter &amp; sugar till light and fluffy&lt;br /&gt;3. Add eggs, one at a time and beat well&lt;br /&gt;4. Add yoghurt and banana mix till well blend&lt;br /&gt;5. Fold in flour to mixture and pour into a greased baking pan&lt;br /&gt;6. Bake at 180C for 45min - 1hr or till skewer comes out clean&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-116277725055800380?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/116277725055800380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=116277725055800380&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/116277725055800380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/116277725055800380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2006/11/light-fluffy-banana-cake-recipe.html' title='Light &amp; Fluffy Banana Cake Recipe'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-116277543839333712</id><published>2006-11-06T08:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T09:10:38.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another day...</title><content type='html'>Well well, another day in office. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had difficulties to fall asleep yesterday night. Not because I hate Monday lar.. Maybe I rest too much in daytime last Saturday and Sunday. Yea, I didn't bake or cook anything special last weekend. I was thought of going out for window shopping, go to book store, or enjoy special food and drinks in the city... Just feel want to enjoy life with bappy and B. But... bappy sick and B just recovered. Hm... so I rest at home with them lor... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;not like other normal days... today, I feel I get tired easily...  I started to get exhausted after walked for a distance. Hm... did I rest too much last weekend? I think I should take more exercise from now. Better continue my exercise of 'climbing staircase' that I always do. Hope it helps to improve my stamina. I stopped the exercise for almost a month! How lazy me.  :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will the day comes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; days to go ... ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-116277543839333712?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/116277543839333712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=116277543839333712&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/116277543839333712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/116277543839333712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2006/11/another-day.html' title='another day...'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-116225760122091056</id><published>2006-10-31T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T10:05:28.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nowadays...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I start to think too much nowadays... think silently... starting to worry every little things... maybe that's the normal situation for a preggie who is going to give birth soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start thinking of...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am I ready ? will I able to handle the process and pain of delivery this time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and when will it start to pain...? when? later? tomorrow? next day? next week? during midnight? during watching tv? during office hour? Anytime... bappy, agnes and my life could change any point of time... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether agnes accept the life change, a big change in sudden ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many stitches I would have after delivery? scary... :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether we have made enough necessary preparation for the arrival of our bb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether bappy can handle everything himself after I gave birth as I can't help him but to rest in bed for one whole month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether agnes will be neglected by family at that moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether my confinement lady is ready for me by the time I give birth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is my future confinement lady good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how my confinement life would be? long and boring days? short and full of excitement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;will I miss kolomee? laksa? cold drinks? KFC? pizza? chicken curry? OF COURSE lar... at this moment, when I eat kolomee, I will tell bappy that this might be my last kolomee for this year. When I drink some cold coke, I also tell him that this might be my last coke for this year. . so... I try to enjoy all this before it's too late. :) funny hor... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will I miss driving? will I miss car ride? will I miss sending agnes to her school? will I miss my mummy's house? will I miss sitting sofa in the living room watching tv? ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether I can breastfeed my bb successfully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether my colleague able to take over my work for next 2 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what will happen to my own office pc and my seat after 2 months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether my blog will not be updated for 1 month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, these are problems that playing around my mind at the moment. I know I should stop thinking all this problem and relaxxxx... But, I just can't control it sometimes. :) So, What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nowadays especially weekends, I keep myself busy in baking goodies and busy tackling my baking problems. I enjoy it and I find it saves me from pre 'labour blue'... I hope bappy enjoy my terrible baking goodies. erm.. not all are terrible one lar.. sometimes not enough to share.. wahseh! :) Don't worry lar bappy, your nightmare going to be end soon. Anytime, bappy. Maybe you will miss my baking goodies in just 1 week after I start my confinement ley? muahhahaa! who knows?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... will I miss beating eggs and sifting flour? will I miss baking goodies for my loves one? :( .............................. sure alot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-116225760122091056?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/116225760122091056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=116225760122091056&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/116225760122091056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/116225760122091056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2006/10/nowadays.html' title='nowadays...'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-116217550025185651</id><published>2006-10-30T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T10:31:40.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bappy make pineapple jam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We planned to make some pineapple jam so we bought 2 pineapples from sunday market. It's quite difficult to find pineapples at this moment as the pineapple season is in month July.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/pineapple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/320/pineapple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - RM1.50 green one and RM3.5 red one -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The red pineapples smell nice but can't smell anything from the green pineapple. So, we guess the green one is not ripe yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bappy peel both pineapples' skin with knife carefully and chopped them in small cubes. To his surprise, he finds the green pineapples taste sweet too! Hm.. next time we will just get the green one. Cheaper and sweet too. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, he well blend all the pineapples and ready to cook in a wok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/pineappleJam1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/320/pineappleJam1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- start cooking well blended pineapple -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Bappy and I took turn to stir fry the pineapples for 1 1/2 hours. It was a tiring process but we were happy during the process. Maybe it is our first time making pineapple jam, so we get so excited in learning preparing it. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/pineappleJam2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/320/pineappleJam2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - here's the home made pineapple jam -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Oh great! We finally done with our pineapple jam. It's sweet and it weights 560gm overall. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-116217550025185651?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/116217550025185651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=116217550025185651&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/116217550025185651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/116217550025185651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2006/10/bappy-make-pineapple-jam_30.html' title='bappy make pineapple jam'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-116175437242542796</id><published>2006-10-25T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T13:32:52.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my 2nd banana cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I baked another banana cake last week with another set of recipe. Overall is okay but the top skin of the cake still ... crunchy. I'm aiming to bake a cake with a soft brown top skin like we have in bakery shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/bananaCake.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/320/bananaCake.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - hot hot banana cake -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/bananaCake2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/320/bananaCake2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - banana cake inner look -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/bananaCake3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/320/bananaCake3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - sliced banana cake -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought some of the banana cake to my mum's place. :) It was their first time to taste my own baked banana cake. Hope they like it. no lar.. I think they will definitely like it. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bappy says it's nice but he prefers my very first banana cake. okay, I will stick to my first recipe to bake my future banana cakes then. He is my boss mah right? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-116175437242542796?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/116175437242542796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=116175437242542796&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/116175437242542796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/116175437242542796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-2nd-banana-cake.html' title='my 2nd banana cake'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-116156643496928027</id><published>2006-10-23T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T09:20:34.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hari raya eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bappy works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agnes goes to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'early birds' (colleagues, Martina and Joseph) with office keys are onleave. Poor us! Colleagues with keys (that are coming) are late to office so we all wait outside and have a short morning chit chat. I'm the first one (tortoise) to arrive and wait for them at the car parking lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;my Chief Operating Officer (COO) - Robert. His hair is not as tidy as normal working days. And he has just woke up eyes. Dunno what happen to him last night. hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Peter Yxx is here. I think there will be a meeting later. I don't like him.. He is so bossy to me. That's my own opinion lar.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I baked a layer cake yesterday. A very failure layer cake. SO DENSE! Sob Sob~! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay.... back to work. Sigh... wat is my layer cake problem har.. :~~~) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-116156643496928027?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/116156643496928027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=116156643496928027&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/116156643496928027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/116156643496928027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2006/10/hari-raya-eve.html' title='hari raya eve'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-116156500111423687</id><published>2006-10-23T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T08:56:41.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 weeks to go ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/birth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 403px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="205" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/320/birth.jpg" width="411" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 7 weeks left... sounds so near to the 'end product' :) -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-116156500111423687?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/116156500111423687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=116156500111423687&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/116156500111423687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/116156500111423687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2006/10/7-weeks-to-go.html' title='7 weeks to go ...'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-116152251592718283</id><published>2006-10-22T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T08:50:45.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he bought me...</title><content type='html'>He bought me a cook book from KL! :) It is a nice and newly published cook book... keke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/320/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- the confinement dish book - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is published in October 2006 and it contains all sort of confinement dish recipes. Yes! I got more choices on my confinement meal now. So happy! Of course I won't cook during my confinement. I will choose new dishes from the book if I want and get my confinement lady to cook for me. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The book also classified all the dishes into different dialects such as FooChow, Hakka, Cantonese and healthy food suggested by some experience specialists. It also specifies the important nutrients of each dish. So, I know which dish to choose base on my needs then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hopefully this book able to 'save' me from boring meals during my confinement days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-116152251592718283?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/116152251592718283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=116152251592718283&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/116152251592718283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/116152251592718283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2006/10/he-bought-me.html' title='he bought me...'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-116122535154355840</id><published>2006-10-19T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T10:35:51.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she ... ...</title><content type='html'>Very early in the morning about 2 am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Rock-a-bye, baby&lt;br /&gt;In the treetop&lt;br /&gt;When the wind blows&lt;br /&gt;The cradle will rock ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;when we were all sleeping like a baby... suddenly!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UEK! UEK! cough* cough* UEK! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly woke up and find out what had happened. oh no... she ... she.. vomitted! :( and she vomitted at my place! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'what happened to you dear?! aiyo!'&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor little her... she claimed that she had stomache before we went to bed. But after vomitted, she said her tummy no more pain. Glad to hear that. Hm... not sure what she ate that cause stomache ley... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we quickly cleaned her and the mess on our bed. Put the bedsheet to wash. After that, we went back to continue make our dreams... and I have to squeeze myself with bappy for more space to sleep.. my space is wet mah... Dunno why she always 'dirty' my space and not hers... and I need more space as I'm 'bigger' and 'fatter' than him now.. kekkee.. poor him.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arw!! It was hard for me to get back to sleep 'this morning' after cleaning the mess... I was the last to get to sleep... :  Dunno what time... Both of them (bappy and B) already continue their beautiful dreams..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Rock-a-bye, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;baby In the treetop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;When the wind blows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The cradle will rock ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-116122535154355840?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/116122535154355840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=116122535154355840&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/116122535154355840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/116122535154355840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2006/10/she.html' title='she ... ...'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-116096130928168080</id><published>2006-10-16T08:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T09:36:21.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the home creatures she scared most ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;agnes scared of these two creatures most ... ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/cicak.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/320/cicak.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - lizard -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, lizard is her very first living creature to know when she was around 1 year old. We can see 'them' on ceiling at home most of the time especially at night time. So, it is very easy to tell her what is lizard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was 1 year old ++, we tried to help her to wean off sucking pacifier. It's quite difficult for her to wean off that 'soothing mouth exercise'. I even tried what other parents taught me, one of the method was to put some 'axe oil' (kind of 'spicy' oilment) on the pacifier and let her suck. We thought she will throw away the 'spicy' pacifier immediately and never want the pacifier anymore. But she still sucked her pacifier happily. Then, we thought maybe we put too little oilment on her pacifier till she doesn't realise it. So, I add 'more' oilment on the pacifier and let her try again.. :P hehe..But.. but she still suck her pacifier with smiling face and both of us just &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/AARHH!.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/200/AARHH%21.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; there. Sigh, so, we just let her continue with the habit until one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day, her ah mah can't find her pacifier everywhere so ah mah created a story, told her that her pacifier has been carried away by a lizard! Since then, agnes never cried and insisted to get back her pacifier but she kept asking bappy to buy new pacifier for her... (of course we never wanted to bring her to buy a new one... :P, that time we made alot of excuses and were very careful not to go near baby section when shopping) This was a big surprise for me that time. I was glad that she will wean off her sucking habit soon that time. :) . Yea... thanks to lizard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/spider.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/320/spider.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- spider - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She scared to be alone as she thought spider or lizard will come to her. I always comfort her that bappy will always protect her from 'them'. Nothing to be scared of even if a spider or lizard is just in front of her... just call 'bappy! bappy!'... or 'ah gong! ah gong' (grandpa).. or ah mah! ah mah! (grandma) :D. I didn't teach her to call me because... I scared of spider too. Shhh... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-116096130928168080?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/116096130928168080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=116096130928168080&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/116096130928168080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/116096130928168080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2006/10/home-creatures-she-scared-most.html' title='the home creatures she scared most ...'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-116069967676191335</id><published>2006-10-13T08:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T09:36:07.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>purple dolphin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/massager.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/320/massager.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - guess what is this? -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess what it is? It's not a crystal dolphin for display. It's a plastic massager! It's a free gift of Palmolive Body Shampoo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used it to massage arms, thighs, legs, tummy, back, head, face... wuahahhaa! It's really useful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/massager2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/320/massager2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- massaging leg -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Agnes, there is another usage of this massager... ... now you guess what she use this for? &lt;/p&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/halo1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/320/halo1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- can see what is she doing? -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/halo2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/320/halo2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- halo halo... popo... ni zhuo she me? -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;wuahaha!! :) her new handphone/cell phone! She used to use her palm as her hp.. now she has this massager as her 'hp'. :D She calls her bappy, popo, gong gong, xiao gu, da gu, tua pek with this purple 'hp'. Sometimes, she passes the 'call' to me or bappy to talk... So, we also acting like talking on her 'hp' lor... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;' hallo, popo har.. oh.. oh... ask tze tze to be a good girl har... oh oh ... bye byeee... ' &lt;/em&gt;haha! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I remember there is one day (when she was 2 years old), she was in very bad mood and very sensitive. She cried and refused to have a nap. She insisted to talk to her bappy. yalar.. she wanted to complain about me to her bappy lar.. but her bappy was having meeting and wouldn't back so soon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;FYI, she was using her old 'hp' - her own palm that time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;B: I want to call bappy... wu~~~~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;me: 'B, u use ur 'phone' to call bappy... ask him to get home'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;B: I don't want... wu~~~ I want to use mummy's phone!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;HUH?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;me: you use your own phone. call liaw... wu~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;B: No.... I want to use mummy's phone to call bappy... wuu~~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;me: urs one cannot call bappy meh? same one lar.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;B: cannot... I want to use mummy's phone... wuu~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;... ... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So, she actually knows which phone is fake and real?? :P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-116069967676191335?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/116069967676191335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=116069967676191335&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/116069967676191335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/116069967676191335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2006/10/purple-dolphin.html' title='purple dolphin'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-116061616313418825</id><published>2006-10-12T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T09:38:16.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another attempt..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Keke... I wanted to post up my second attempt of snowskin mooncakes long ago but I'm busy with my job recently... eh..eh.. it's true and I miss blogging so much.. I was getting stress and stress and back home late almost everyday.. I hate such life... I was no more staring at the monitor with smiling face but with a stress-looking face... ok ok.. stop talking about my job.. that's too much to talk about.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/beanpaste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/320/beanpaste.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - red bean paste is ready -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/dough.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/320/dough.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- I made green dough (pandan) this time - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/bigMould.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/320/bigMould.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- I chose BIG mould this time - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/mooncake.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/320/mooncake.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- TADA! my slightly cracked snowskin mooncake -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/mooncake2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/320/mooncake2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- looks better? -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This is not the perfect snowskin mooncake yet. But I'm satisfied with the outcome. It looks better than the 1st batch. :D Yes, of course I will try again to get my own perfect snowskin mooncake. And... maybe try traditional baked mooncake one day! Gee.. I love it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-116061616313418825?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/116061616313418825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=116061616313418825&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/116061616313418825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/116061616313418825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2006/10/another-attempt.html' title='another attempt..'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-116018714731038417</id><published>2006-10-07T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T10:24:01.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on phone...</title><content type='html'>Bappy flies to KL to attend his company - &lt;a href="http://www.greatvision.com.my" target="new"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Great Vision Associates Sdn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Bhd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;'s&lt;/span&gt; National Entrepreneurs Convention with his client.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before agnes and I went to sleep, I called bappy to have a short chit-chat ... I switched on my loudspeaker mode on my hp. So, three of us can chit chat at the same time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Doot doot... doot doot... doot doot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bappy: hello...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: hello... bappy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bappy: mummy~~ where is B! I want to talk to B...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;errr... :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: B, what are u doing?? bappy want to talk to u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;B was busy playing her new battery lantern which she got from her popo just now...after knowing bappy is calling for her on the phone, she quickly put aside her lantern and run to my hp..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: hello bappy!!! &lt;em&gt;*with smiling face...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bappy: tze tze!!! what are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: I'm watching tv leh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HUH?! she says she watch tv?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bappy: oh.. u watch tv har...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: eee.. B, u don't watch tv... the tv is off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: bappy, I'm watching tv leh... *still telling bappy she is watching tv..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bappy lol~ bappy can hear me because we are on loudspeaker mode.. Then, she passed me the hp and went to switch on the tv.. :O and come back to me, get the hp and continue... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: Bappy, I'm watching tv ar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ee... she just switch on the tv ar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;aiyoyo! I faint. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bappy: Oh... &lt;em&gt;*keep laughing..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: bappy, what are u doing? bappy works ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bappy: ya... bappy works ar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: why not yet back home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bappy: bappy has so much work to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: bappy, where are u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bappy: bappy ... bappy in a hotel room lor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: B... bappy in the phone! in the phone! bappy cannot go home.. because he is in the phone.. &lt;em&gt;*naughty me, wanna scare scare her... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bappy lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: bappy! come home... don't stay in the phone... &lt;em&gt;*sounds a bit begging.. :P maybe she thinks bappy trapped in small hp she is holding.. we lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bappy: bappy will back home soon, B...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: B, ask bappy if he brushed his teeth or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: bappy, u brushed ur teeth yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bappy: not yet, bappy not yet brush teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: oh.. bappy come back home and brush teeth har...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we lol again~~ &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bappy: B must listen to mummy okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bappy: B take care of mummy and bb okay..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.... after tat.... of course is mummy's turn to bla bla bla with bappy... :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-116018714731038417?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/116018714731038417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=116018714731038417&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/116018714731038417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/116018714731038417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2006/10/on-phone.html' title='on phone...'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31401753.post-116001023513618924</id><published>2006-10-05T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T09:30:12.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she thought ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Agnes likes to ask some coins from us for her saving box everyday, erm.. almost everyday I would say.. not everyday lar. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During weekdays, when I have no coins in hand, I will tell her that ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: mummy's boss not yet give mummy money today. Later mummy goes back to work and boss will gives mummy money. So, mummy gives you money later in the evening when mummy back home okay? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep my promises always. I bring some coins home for her. She happily 'feed' her saving box with the coins I give her. Yes, mummy works and earns coins for her saving box. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one night, bappy brought us out for supper. Erm.. just a light supper. :) We ordered one glass of cold wheat grass drink and two bowls of 'Gu bak' mee (Beef mee). Erm... is this considered as light supper for you? hehee.. It's consider a light one for me. :P wuahhaha! But I don't take it everyday lar... otherwise I will be a 'huge' preggie leh.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beef mee costs RM3.50 each and the drink costs us RM1.20. Bappy paid the taukeh (hawker) with a RM note RM10. Taukeh come back to bappy with the change of RM1.80. Here comes the funny one... when agnes saw the taukeh put the change of four 20cents coins on our table, her eyes get brighten staring at the coins a...a. ...annnn.. and...she quickly 'sweep' all the coins to her front with her little palms. She then showed her very very happy face and claimed that she has earned some money for her saving box that day... the four 20cents coins! So funny!! We laughed when we heard what she said... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny girl, she thought that's a way of earning money too :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31401753-116001023513618924?l=mama-diary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/feeds/116001023513618924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31401753&amp;postID=116001023513618924&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/116001023513618924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31401753/posts/default/116001023513618924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mama-diary.blogspot.com/2006/10/she-thought.html' title='she thought ...'/><author><name>little_mummy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6980/3051/1600/agnes.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
