<?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-3615134038900981069</id><updated>2012-01-16T20:09:45.443+08:00</updated><category term='sponsors'/><category term='technorati'/><category term='nephew'/><category term='cameron'/><category term='paypal'/><category term='personal'/><category term='news'/><category term='baby'/><category term='adsense'/><category term='niece'/><category term='2nd preg'/><category term='smorty'/><category term='nuffnang'/><category term='advertlets'/><category term='textlinks'/><category term='review'/><category term='grandpa'/><category term='bangkok'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='khye'/><category term='australia'/><category term='payperpost'/><title type='text'>Our Journey</title><subtitle type='html'>Life with Hubby &amp;amp; Khye:)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>276</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-6098141361012737917</id><published>2011-09-28T10:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T10:57:35.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project No.3 aborted</title><content type='html'>Ok, officially aborted Project No. 3. I gave myself a target, if we dun get a baby by Oct-2011, my factory will be closed down officially. Time's up and it's CLOSED! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-6098141361012737917?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/6098141361012737917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2011/09/project-no3-aborted.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/6098141361012737917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/6098141361012737917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2011/09/project-no3-aborted.html' title='Project No.3 aborted'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-2908823311452636598</id><published>2011-08-15T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T16:09:31.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yes, bye bye</title><content type='html'>Two weeks ago, our home was hit by the biggest tornadoes. We were left with absolutely nothing but hatred hatred hatred hatred. And, it's finally over.....and i hope for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-2908823311452636598?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/2908823311452636598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2011/08/yes-bye-bye.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/2908823311452636598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/2908823311452636598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2011/08/yes-bye-bye.html' title='yes, bye bye'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-306727620484978934</id><published>2011-08-05T08:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T09:25:43.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just bla-ing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;While searching for someone to bla all my frustrations and unhappiness....i remembered my good old blog :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He says i'm selfish.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Honestly, i really can't think of anything that i've done to make him label me in such away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Was it due to i took leave to go shopping on my own? He can do it if he wants to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is it due to i play with iPod on the bed while waiting for the kids to fall asleep on their own, while he does his own things downstairs? Is there anything wrong with this sentence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is it due to i'm not willing to share my Twisties or Mister Potato with him? But, there are a lot more in the kitchen cabinet, all he needs to do it walk to the kitchen and grab them himself. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;s it due to i dun want to talk to him when i'm watching my movies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seriously, i did what i have to do at home. I cook, i clean, i wash, isn't that enough yet? I do my chores, you do yours. Am i still selfish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He says i'm rude, therefore he "has" to be rude to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rude is not the correct word. I'm a very (maybe over) practical and straightforward person. He knows that since long long ago. He told me his nose was painful and that it worsen his tootache. My direct reply was "haiyo, why you also have this kind of problem". Dun even expect me to say some sweet lovey-dovey words. Whenever khye tells me he falls down, my reply is also the same "haiyo why you all fall down", followed the 5W 1H questions. That's me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He says he is a good man but nobody appreciates that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I dun deny that the 1st part and it's better he dun say that aloud. Now, I have to elaborate on the 2nd portion. Nobody appreciates him. You mean, i have to shower you with praises, hugs and kisses each time you clean the porch? Like i always say, i do my chores, you do yours. We don't have to thank each other, it's our responsibilities. Sometimes, he's really a nuisance. He will say if i can't or not willing to do something, he can always complete it FOR ME. Yes, FOR ME. And the catch is, he will do it, but with endless self praises and reminders, not to mention grumbles and show me his temper for whole day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He says he no longer has his "ME TIME" and he's happier in his bachelor days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HELLO!! For goodness sake, please come back to reality and stop dreaming &amp;amp; STOP COMPARING. If i could turn back the clock, do you think i still want to stay with you? We're grown up adults and with a family now. You should think of future and how to plan for the future, not thinking about the past! Stop thinking about "if only this if only that". If you want "ME TIME", take time off from your work and have a day all to yourself. Pamper yourself, instead of sulking at home and telling people how miserable your life is. And if your "ME TIME" means we go on separate ways, please give me notice to get prepared. And MY kids will follow me whever i go, that's for sure. You can get someone else to bear you YOUR kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And i feel so much better now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-306727620484978934?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/306727620484978934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-bla-ing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/306727620484978934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/306727620484978934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-bla-ing.html' title='just bla-ing'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-4543072757050179249</id><published>2011-07-25T09:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T09:41:27.923+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khye'/><title type='text'>Khye's update</title><content type='html'>Me: Spread your arms Khye. Be like a butterfly (showing him how to spread my arms).&lt;br /&gt;Khye: I want to be a small butterfly (keeping his elbow to both sides of his body)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Khye: Cos my hands will pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Spell MA-ma TA-ta.&lt;br /&gt;Khye: MA-ma TA-ta, mata.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What is mata in english?&lt;br /&gt;Khye: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mata &lt;/span&gt;in english is &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;policeman&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Please finish your vitamins.&lt;br /&gt;Khye: You also finished yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa, higher the tv volume, i cannot hear.&lt;br /&gt;Papa, on the fan, i hot hot.&lt;br /&gt;Papa, you beat mei mei, naughty girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he could be very caring too sometimes:&lt;br /&gt;Khye: Your hand/leg/body ok liao ma?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-4543072757050179249?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/4543072757050179249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2011/07/khyes-update.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/4543072757050179249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/4543072757050179249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2011/07/khyes-update.html' title='Khye&apos;s update'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><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-3615134038900981069.post-2366562836692822135</id><published>2011-03-30T14:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T09:34:09.932+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khye'/><title type='text'>Khye is growing too fast</title><content type='html'>At the age of 2+, Khye was already telling me this:&lt;br /&gt;- i want to sleep, i tired- raining, go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- meimei, no, cannot put into mouth&lt;/div&gt;- i dun want to give you flashcards/books/ABC blocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- cannot finish milk, stomach pain, can vomit&lt;/div&gt;- turn left turn right no entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the age of 3+, he...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;- pout his mouth when upset- argue and abuse me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- write A-Z, a-z, 0-9&lt;/div&gt;- draw balls- circle with 2 curves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- dance &amp;amp; sing&lt;/div&gt;- negotiate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- try to bluff me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-2366562836692822135?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/2366562836692822135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2011/03/khye-is-growing-too-fast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/2366562836692822135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/2366562836692822135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2011/03/khye-is-growing-too-fast.html' title='Khye is growing too fast'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-251853004736147079</id><published>2011-02-08T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T09:17:43.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Undo &amp; Rewind</title><content type='html'>If there are Undo or Rewind buttons in life, i'd rewind my life to 1996 and start all over again wisely &amp;amp; happily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-251853004736147079?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/251853004736147079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2011/02/undo-rewind.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/251853004736147079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/251853004736147079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2011/02/undo-rewind.html' title='Undo &amp; Rewind'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-7849119259736962180</id><published>2009-11-16T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T09:04:02.720+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khye'/><title type='text'>a real mom</title><content type='html'>Becoming a mom has become one of the routine in my life since Khye was born. However, the feeling of becoming a REAL mom hits me lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, when i was confirmed pregnant with my second baby. Crazy me, but it's sad to think that khye is not going to get 100% attention from me anymore and i'm going to miss his growing up before my eyes. We are closer to each other more now that khye started to ignore and refuse his dad. He even wants me to clean his butt and wear the diaper on him. Every night, khye will glue to me until he goes to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, we have to look for a suitable nursery for khye before the arrival of the second one. One weekend, we went to survey a few nurseries and after looking at the number of kids in the nurseries, i started to worry about khye. He is going to be alone with so many kids. He is going to be force to do things in a more strictly manner. Are the teachers going to patient enough with him? Are the teachers going to hit him? Will the teachers hide the truth from me when khye slips and falls in the toilet? What if i find bruises on khye's body? What if khye doesn't want to sleep and the teachers will force the cough syrup down his throat? What if khye is being bullied by the bigger sized kids but the teachers will tell me it's a common? What if, what if, what if....these are the questions that run thru my mind the whole week after the survey. Suddenly, i'm missing khye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly...Khye has not been feeling well since last Monday. And i failed to detect that as a mom. He was fussy, cranky and a crying baby at night. Even while sleeping, he would want to hold my fingers to make sure i'm there. Until Weds night, he was down with fever, followed by throat inflammation then cough. On Saturday night, i was thinking, what food can he take on Sunday. Usually, sunday is a rest day for me, which means no activities in the kitchen. We would buy breakfast, lunch and dinner. Lately, i came to realise that i should cook on everyday sunday, to ensure khye eats well, esp when he dun take veggies at all during weekdays. Yesterday, i cooked kuey teow soup for lunch and spaghetti for dinner. Hubby had to finish the awful kuey teow soup from lunch. Amazingly, khye finished his lunch &amp;amp; dinner without protest....am so pleased. I can tell the whole world, khye likes my cooking in the end!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-7849119259736962180?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/7849119259736962180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/11/real-mom.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/7849119259736962180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/7849119259736962180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/11/real-mom.html' title='a real mom'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-4204500018102071655</id><published>2009-10-12T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T15:05:09.534+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2nd preg'/><title type='text'>2 red lines</title><content type='html'>When my mensus delayed for the 6th day, i was so excited that i bought home the test kit. I had a very strong feeling that i'm preg but i still need to be 100% confirm. So, on the 7th day, i woke up so early in the morning around 5.30am and also cos i couldn't sleep anymore. I collected the first urine of the day and dipped the stick into the urine. It didn't take long for the 2nd red line to appear and i could feel my face glowing already. I left the stick in the toilet, took a pic and went back to bed. Hubby was away on biz trip and i kept it until he was back, which was a week later. I was so good in keeping secret :D Silly hubby had the stupidest reaction ever. He asked me, why i showed him the picture of the test kit from last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391605934820361922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/StLVCCHbBsI/AAAAAAAAAZc/RfwcdfoVkX8/s320/IMG_3914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-4204500018102071655?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/4204500018102071655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/10/2-red-lines.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/4204500018102071655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/4204500018102071655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/10/2-red-lines.html' title='2 red lines'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/StLVCCHbBsI/AAAAAAAAAZc/RfwcdfoVkX8/s72-c/IMG_3914.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-4932945825930862649</id><published>2009-09-07T17:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:42:05.921+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khye'/><title type='text'>nap time</title><content type='html'>We have a portable baby cradle set in our house which is kept at a hidden corner right in front of the storeroom. Each time it's time for Khye to sleep, we just need to pull it out and put it under the fan next to the dining table. Khye does not like it when we do that as it'll indicate that it's his bedtime already. Usually, what he will do is try to run away or lying down on the floor and pretending to cry. He'll never win at any attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, hubby's fren came for a visit. Both of them were talking at the dining table while khye &amp;amp; i played together. An hour passed and the fren was still not ready to go home. It's almost time for khye's afternoon nap. Not wanting to be impolite, i didn't say anything and left khye to play with his toys while i got ready some food for lunch in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, khye followed me, but not into the kitchen. He went to drag his cradle set, like how we always do and placed it next to the fren's chair. Khye hardly does that unless he's extremely tired or sleepy. Then only the fren got the message and finally left the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khye slept peacefully from 1pm to almost 4pm.  Khye's mum too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-4932945825930862649?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/4932945825930862649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/09/nap-time.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/4932945825930862649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/4932945825930862649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/09/nap-time.html' title='nap time'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-1162583086464512383</id><published>2009-07-23T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T15:27:50.980+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khye'/><title type='text'>trip to durian farm</title><content type='html'>Brought to you by Khye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine morning, instead of dressing me up into TT shirt, Papa-yoh dressed me up in another set of pyjamas. I was thinking has he gone senile? Three of us got into the car and Papa-yoh called his friend to informed that we're on the way. Yay, we're not going to TT this weekend. It was a long journey to this place. While Papa-yoh was driving, i went crazy with mama at the passenger seat behind. To be exact, i made mama crazy by being a monkey in the car. Finally, after about an hour or less, we reached a dead-end in a jungle. Papa-yoh parked the car by the hill side. Mama told Papa-yoh that if i were to be naughty again, she would throw me down the hill. I took that seriously and stood very close to them all the time. Papa-yoh was carrying me while mama was carrying a camera bag, my bag &amp;amp; an umbrella. She didn't look happy though. While on the way up the so called short hike, mama reluctantly took a pic of me and Papa-yoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="at the beginning of our 25mins walk, hubby still could smile by clsyee, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10534308@N04/3726352168/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="at the beginning of our 25mins walk, hubby still could smile" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2440/3726352168_635cc8e533.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 25mins, we finally reached the durian farm. I was sweating a lot too even though i didn't have to walk. I bet Papa-yoh must have transferred his sweat to my pyjamas. There were a lot of mosquitoes and that time i knew why i was dressed in pyjamas. But i wonder why Papa-yoh &amp;amp; mama did not do the same. But after thinking it over, they must be the world greatest parents, to sacrifice their body &amp;amp; blood to protect me from the fierce mosquitoes. I was so touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, Papa-yoh left me &amp;amp; mama to bring back some fruits. It reminded me of the story of Tarzan &amp;amp; Jane. Tarzan would go and brings back fruits for Jane (&amp;amp; Tarzan junior). While waiting for Papa-yoh to come back, i played with a few purple fruits which i've not seen before. Mama called them mangosteens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="undecided by clsyee, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10534308@N04/3725547779/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="undecided" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2569/3725547779_1540f28dcc.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fascinated by these fruits but i dun like red hairy fruits called rambutans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_0896 by clsyee, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10534308@N04/3725546735/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="IMG_0896" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2611/3725546735_377c896cbb.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 15mins, i was bored and i told mama i wanted to look for Papa-yoh. She kept pulling me back to where she was standing. Mama didn't even allow me to peep at her camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="trying to snatch the camera from my hand by clsyee, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10534308@N04/3726352972/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="trying to snatch the camera from my hand" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2516/3726352972_07fb914ce6.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a tug of war and i fell down on my buttock. Mama screamed, not becos i was hurt, it's becos she had to wash the dirt from my white pyjamas now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="notice the dirt on his pants? by clsyee, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10534308@N04/3726353298/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="notice the dirt on his pants?" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3484/3726353298_d24e8a8992.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, Papa-yoh came back with a big bunch of red....hairy fruits and smiling happily. Mama thought he was going to bring back lots of "red prawns" (ang heh durian). Papa-yoh disappeared again to bring back more fruits. I was hungry, sweaty &amp;amp; bored. Mama was always pulling me whenever i tried to walk off. I even threaten to pull down her bag from the tree. But she ignored me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="making my bag into his punching bag by clsyee, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10534308@N04/3725548289/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="making my bag into his punching bag" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2636/3725548289_30ff43ece2.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, i lost my temper and started to cry. Mama panicked and i was dissatisfied with a bottle of milk. Finally, after much hassle, i dozed off until the rest came back. We finally made it to ground at 2pm+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa-yoh told mama that next year, i will have to hike up the hill myself. I was very excited and can't wait for next year =) Mama just kept quiet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-1162583086464512383?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/1162583086464512383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/07/trip-to-durian-farm.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/1162583086464512383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/1162583086464512383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/07/trip-to-durian-farm.html' title='trip to durian farm'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2440/3726352168_635cc8e533_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-8851780390421054887</id><published>2009-07-23T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T18:29:25.273+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khye'/><title type='text'>papa &amp; khye time</title><content type='html'>The two men in my life. Don't be fooled by their gentleman/innocent look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_0975 by clsyee, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10534308@N04/3748324497/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="IMG_0975" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2622/3748324497_23ee1b0e7d.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khye is a copycat now and hubby is forever teaching him silly acts like this. Look at how khye was observing his papa-yoh's action so attentively.&lt;br /&gt;(khye loves to call hubby papa-yoh and we have no idea why).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_0973 by clsyee, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10534308@N04/3749112696/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="IMG_0973" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2570/3749112696_7c4490febf.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khye's turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_0971 by clsyee, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10534308@N04/3749112052/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="IMG_0971" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2578/3749112052_da777cf366.jpg" width="385" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of them seemed to be enjoying themselves so much, until they started making out right in front of me!! Ya Allah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_0981 by clsyee, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10534308@N04/3748324881/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="IMG_0981" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2642/3748324881_3826faa05d.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-8851780390421054887?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/8851780390421054887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/07/papa-khye-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/8851780390421054887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/8851780390421054887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/07/papa-khye-time.html' title='papa &amp; khye time'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2622/3748324497_23ee1b0e7d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-7082007640076261732</id><published>2009-07-23T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T17:25:21.976+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khye'/><title type='text'>daily routine</title><content type='html'>Let me share our almost fixed routine everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(inspired by Karen Cheng).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.50am Alarm goes off and hubby bathes &amp;amp; i prepare breakfast&lt;br /&gt;7.00am My turn to bathe while hubby dressed up and carry khye downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;7.30am Leave house to work.&lt;br /&gt;8-5.45pm Slaves at work&lt;br /&gt;6.45pm Reached home with packed dinner.&lt;br /&gt;7.15pm Fetch khye from in-laws'.&lt;br /&gt;8.15pm Send khye to sleep - lights off, air-cond on.&lt;br /&gt;9.00pm Get ready khye's feeding things &amp;amp; relax in front of Astro.&lt;br /&gt;10.30pm Bed-time for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting khye to sleep everyday is an ordeal. He does not sleep easily unless he is REALLY tired which does not happen very often. Hubby has to get him ready by wiping him clean and changing into his pyjamas. Sometimes, it goes very smoothly. Most of the time, he will be screaming like he's being abuse or something. But before changing him into his pyjamas, i have to get ready his bottle of milk and setup his baby cradle in the living room, in front of the air-cond. Lights &amp;amp; tv must be 100% off with full speed fan &amp;amp; moderate air-cond temp. If you miss any of these, the whole house will turn into a mad house almost instantly. The IKEA chair is to block him from the tv when we on it after he goes to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="khye's cradle by clsyee, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10534308@N04/3748221685/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="khye's cradle" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3487/3748221685_89d9f8821a.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 20-30mins of irritating baby cradle music &amp;amp; non-stop tapping, we will on the porch light to see whether he is still awake or not. No noise from the cradle does not mean that he is already asleep. At times, we will find him staring back at us after 30mins. If that happens, we have to switch off the light and start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he is confirmed sleeping then we can safely switch on the dining room lights and tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="khye in cradle by clsyee, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10534308@N04/3749010552/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="khye in cradle" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2590/3749010552_f49a5f4f00.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's our bed time, hubby has to slowly lift him up from the baby cradle before putting him into his baby cot. Normally, he will just open his eyes for a while and continue with his sleep. If he protests, a bottle of milk will do to calm him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="transferred into baby cot by clsyee, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10534308@N04/3748221327/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="transferred into baby cot" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2594/3748221327_ecfafa1c7c.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-7082007640076261732?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/7082007640076261732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/07/daily-routine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/7082007640076261732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/7082007640076261732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/07/daily-routine.html' title='daily routine'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3487/3748221685_89d9f8821a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-4311509285629203603</id><published>2009-07-23T16:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T16:39:48.517+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>time has changed</title><content type='html'>Last night, i showed hubby my leg, taking for granted he would know that i was trying to show him my slightly bruised leg. He was as blind as a bat and didn't even notice the discoloration of my skin. 5 years ago, he would have asked what had happened to my leg before I myself knew it was there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-4311509285629203603?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/4311509285629203603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-has-changed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/4311509285629203603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/4311509285629203603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-has-changed.html' title='time has changed'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-6075394865465668048</id><published>2009-07-16T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T17:31:21.554+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khye'/><title type='text'>how we spent our last weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It was an impromptu trip to IKEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby woke me up at 5.30am after he bathed and while i was getting ready, he packed everything in the car. We gave khye his milk while carrying him into the car, not wanting to wake him up so early. After all, i needed some sleep before attending to the little rascal in the car. We start our journey at 6.10am. Unfortunately, khye woke up around 7.30am and my nightmare started. First, he demanded for milk which he didn't want to finish after that. He got bored playing toys that i purposely brought along. I read nursery rhymes to him using a book full of pics. He was only interested in Humpty Dumpty and navigating my fingers to point everywhere on the book. Then he got bored of the book and started to disturb his papa, pinching hubby's face, pulling his shirt &amp;amp; wanted to become co-driver by climbing into front passenger seat. Not only that, he tried to test hubby's car performance by attempting to pull the hand brake / gear stick. All happened within 2hours from the time he woke up. It was a MAJOR mistake not training him to sit in car seat when he was younger, everything is too late now. He refused to be tied using seat belt, dun want to be held by anybody. Nobody else to be blamed except ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky thing, we reached KL at 10am before detoured to a nearby car repair shop for tyre checking. I remember our first trip to IKEA. It was a peaceful trip though i was 5mths preg and we spent about 6hours or more there. With khye this time, it was a hectic trip with him acting like "rusa masuk kampung". He didn't want to be seated in the shopping trolley. And i forgot that IKEA does not have a big trolley like Tesco (we only realised that IKEA does have such trolley at the ground floor after all the hassle). I forced him to stay in the trolley for a while by feeding him cereals &amp;amp; biscuits. But it only worked for like 15mins before he tried to escape from the trolley again. In the end, hubby had to carry him all the way. He tried to lure hubby to go closer to things on the shelves by shouting "HUA! HUA!" As if we would fall into his trap. After failing with a few attempts, he threw tantrum and wanting to walk on the floor by himself. So we put him down in one of the baby cots where he LOVES so much. &lt;a title="as if he has not seen any baby cot before by clsyee, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10534308@N04/3726349702/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="as if he has not seen any baby cot before" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2526/3726349702_2444cc1d57.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even pretend to be sleeping on the mattress some more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="pretending to sleep by clsyee, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10534308@N04/3726349928/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="pretending to sleep" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2548/3726349928_110ea613fe.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun worry, i've already covered his face and hands with dettol sanitizer. He had lots of fun playing in the baby cot, as if he had never seen one. When it was time to move to the next section, he refused to get out from the baby cot. This is something new. Usually he would beg us to take him out from his own baby cot. Isn't he a good actor? There was a bit of drama when we dragged him out of the baby cot and it stopped when we reached kids' corner. He went mad and dashed for the toys, playing like there's no tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="toys by clsyee, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10534308@N04/3726350178/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="toys" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2583/3726350178_6c6e4a0692.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis lends khye an exact same toy which he didn't bother to touch at my mum's place but he went crazy when he saw it at IKEA. Another toy he was particularly attracted to was a toy with a roller and a handle for him to pull and push while walking, creating irritating noise. I protested when hubby wanted to get him that toy. Khye never like a toy for more than 5mins. After all, that toy was not cheap too. Hubby bought it in the end anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358986756985970050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/Sl7yD_Yr3YI/AAAAAAAAAZU/2TfV3zIy-S8/s400/IMG_0880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was time to eat and another drama followed. Khye was playing happily with the push &amp;amp; pull toy and did not want to let hubby guide him. He just went wherever he likes. Since he is so minute, a lot of bigger size kids wanted to snatch that toy from him, without knowing hubby and i was around guarding khye like eagles. IKEA was crowded at that time. Not wanting to create any problem, i kept the toy while hubby carried him. Khye suddenly turned so aggressive, like got possessed like that. He turned, squirmed, screamed, cried, shouted and all the verbs you could think of, trying to get back on the floor. Hubby gave up and put him back on the floor. But his body went limp and he refused to get up from the floor. No choice, hubby had to grab him up again and the whole drama repeated. Mind you, it was lunch time and khye has high pitch voice. Hubby tried to distract him by moving into kid's corner with TV while i went to line up for food. From the queue, i could still hear khye screaming on top of his voice. The queue was very long and i had to wait for quite a while before returned to find them. There was no vacant table and khye was crying like mad and i was so frustrated!! When we finally settled down on a table, i had to carry khye away for his feeding while hubby cooled down at the table. He was about to lose his temper. Khye finally calmed down, and dozed off before finishing his milk. PEACE AT LAST!! He didn't wake up even when someone knocked into his car that tired. This little rascal has been naughty from 7.30am to 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="naughty khye, sleeping after throwing a bit tantrum by clsyee, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10534308@N04/3725544277/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="naughty khye, sleeping after throwing a bit tantrum" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3524/3725544277_46a43a1e56.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least we got about 30mins of lunch with khye sleeping next to my chair. Anyway, he woke up when we lifted him up from the chair. But this time, his mood was back to normal, not more kena possessed. He didn't make a fuss when we threw him into the big trolley and moved on with our shopping. On and off, we had to obey to his instruction by throwing unbreakable things he wanted from the shelves (e.g spoons, bowls). It was a win-win situation, he got to play masak-masak in the trolley while we could look at the things we wanted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="'new" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10534308@N04/3726350670/"&gt;&lt;img height="375" alt="'new" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2647/3726350670_403776381c.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left ikea around 3pm and proceeded to the Curve before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khye didn't sleep at all until we reached Ipoh for Chicken &amp;amp; Bean sprouts for dinner. He only went to sleep when we entered the highway to get back to Bworth. Well, one good thing was, he didn't wake up thru out that night until the next morning. Neither did both of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-6075394865465668048?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/6075394865465668048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-we-spent-our-last-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/6075394865465668048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/6075394865465668048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-we-spent-our-last-weekend.html' title='how we spent our last weekend'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2526/3726349702_2444cc1d57_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-5021359682583078113</id><published>2009-07-06T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T10:02:02.653+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khye'/><title type='text'>17-mth-old khye</title><content type='html'>We taught khye a few simple words and he is progressing well, i think. When he calls "ah ma" or "papa", i swear i can see two puddle of human fluid on the floor. Both of them melted almost instantly. If you ask him to sayang you, he will go "mmmmm....mak" (actually he was trying to say "mmmm...muaks"). Some of Khye's vocabulary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mama, please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Khye: mama, pee.........s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Papa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khye: papa yoooo-oh (his way of manja-ing with his papa)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Socks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Khye: cock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Khye: choo...s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koko krunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Khye: kokoko kanh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Khye: baaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taxi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Khye: Tasee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Khye: orr-eee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Up, Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Khye: Up, don&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Khye: Hedooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye-bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Khye: Baa bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Khye: more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Khye: pleeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cute leh, wait till you hear it from him shout "aiyo" &amp;amp; "aiyo wei".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-5021359682583078113?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/5021359682583078113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/07/17-mth-old-khye.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/5021359682583078113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/5021359682583078113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/07/17-mth-old-khye.html' title='17-mth-old khye'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-3580248174078508320</id><published>2009-07-03T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T17:49:17.638+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khye'/><title type='text'>pop quiz</title><content type='html'>Question :&lt;br /&gt;What happened to Khye eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/Sk3TEnPstOI/AAAAAAAAAZM/UcrjvLSsdf0/s1600-h/new.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354167608221152482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/Sk3TEnPstOI/AAAAAAAAAZM/UcrjvLSsdf0/s400/new.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A) Lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;B) Child abuse case, his mum punched him near the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;C) Going for audition - Rambo wannabe or maybe Zorro.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Answer:&lt;br /&gt;We didn't abuse him!!! He fell down twice and knocked himself twice on the same spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st fall: He was asked to keep his toys as we were going out for dinner. Manatau, his stepped on cloth clippers, tumbled and knocked his head on the floor. Almost immediately, you could see a bump on his head.&lt;br /&gt;2nd fall: Two days after the 1st fall, while he was happily playing with his playmate, his playmate accidentally pushed him. Off he went and kissed the floor. This time, the swell was almost the size of 1/2 a ping pong ball. We took him to the nearest clinic and received good scolding from the doc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We received staring from strangers in Tesco. And even at Tumble Tots, the parents whom had never talked to us asked us what happened to Khye  :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-3580248174078508320?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/3580248174078508320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/07/pop-quiz.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/3580248174078508320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/3580248174078508320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/07/pop-quiz.html' title='pop quiz'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/Sk3TEnPstOI/AAAAAAAAAZM/UcrjvLSsdf0/s72-c/new.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-3018262904897690504</id><published>2009-06-26T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T17:13:30.633+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='australia'/><title type='text'>Australia - Day 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-1.html"&gt;Day-1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-2.html"&gt;Day-2&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-3.html"&gt;Day-3&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-4.html"&gt;Day-4&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-5.html"&gt;Day-5&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-6.html"&gt;Day-6&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-7.html"&gt;Day-7&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-8.html"&gt;Day-8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day-8&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I woke up before hubby and we agreed to get the final view of Opera House :P I took along the leftover grapes all the way to Opera House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10534308@N04/3585273672/" title="Circular Quay by clsyee, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3628/3585273672_2c0064176f.jpg" alt="Circular Quay" width="333" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot Chocolate drink from Guylian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SkSPBJaGJfI/AAAAAAAAAY8/5jM8hCfJO0Q/s1600-h/IMG_0723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SkSPBJaGJfI/AAAAAAAAAY8/5jM8hCfJO0Q/s320/IMG_0723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351559507091006962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;To cut the story short again, we flew back to Gold Coast and checked into Islander Resort for AUD30 per person. The room was like a hotel room but with 2 double decker beds. Our roommate were a Japanese couple. We went to roam Surfer's Paradise for one final time, bought a can of beer and went to watch tv while munching on Smith's. Went to sleep quite early as we needed to wake up at 4.30am the next morning. The next day, we were driven to the airport by a van pre-booked online at AUD40 per person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the end of our trip, enjoyable but quite tiring as we needed to rush all over the place. What to do, if you go on tour with me, you will need to keep up with my walking pace :P Overall, it was fun though, at least hubby thinks so :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-3018262904897690504?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/3018262904897690504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-8.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/3018262904897690504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/3018262904897690504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-8.html' title='Australia - Day 8'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3628/3585273672_2c0064176f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-9076045554200130583</id><published>2009-06-26T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T17:13:07.788+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='australia'/><title type='text'>Australia - Day 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-1.html"&gt;Day-1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-2.html"&gt;Day-2&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-3.html"&gt;Day-3&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-4.html"&gt;Day-4&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-5.html"&gt;Day-5&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-6.html"&gt;Day-6&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-7.html"&gt;Day-7&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-8.html"&gt;Day-8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 6.30am, we took train from Town Hall Station to Central station then took Blue Mountain train all the way to Blue Mountain. It took us about 2hours just to reach the mountain. Didn't get enough sleep on the train though. We were sitting near a bunch of active kids where they kept throwing questions to their mothers who were so patience to entertain them all. I think we reached around 10am. Initially, we wanted to take the Trolley Tours about AUD20 per person where the bus will take us to almost all the famous destinations in Blue Mountain. But all we wanted to see was some rocks called 3-Sisters &amp;amp; Echo Point. So after asking for some information, we were told there was another cheaper alternative - Trolley Express Tour where the bus will take you to each destination for AUD 1.90 per trip. What a good deal! So we only went to Echo Point in the end. Another super duper cold place with only 9 degrees. Strong wind &amp;amp; it was worse than Opera House the night before. My made in china gloves didn't help much. It was difficult to even press the shutter by wearing gloves. Hubby was not even shivering. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Three Sis, Echo Point by clsyee, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10534308@N04/3591034583/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Three Sis, Echo Point" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3646/3591034583_bd713709c8.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We caught the 11am train back to town and went back to Opera House for afternoon photo shoot. Kinda of crazy but what to do, hubby fell in love with opera house. This time we walked all the way to Mrs Maquire's Chair to take pics from different angle. It was a 15mins walk from the Opera House thru Botanical Garden. I really wanted to hop into the tram but it'd costs AUD10 per person, not really that worth it. After that, we rushed like mad back to Paddy's. Only at that time, we found out that there are free-of-charge buses that go along George Street!!!! We hopped on one of these buses and got to Paddy's at 4.30pm, about an hour before the closing time. Bought a bag for khye, a min boomerang and some other made in china things. I dunno how we managed to end up in Paddy’s wet market and we were really amazed. Since the market was closing, the sellers were throwing out veggies &amp;amp; fruits to lelong. AUD 1 for almost everything. They dun weigh the fruits, they just scoop using a basket and you pay AUD 1 for the amount of fruits in the basket. Greedy us, we bought 2 plastic bag full of grapes (easily 2kg per bag), 6 apples &amp;amp; one huge rock melon, all for just AUD4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Fruits from Paddy's by clsyee, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10534308@N04/3591855258/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Fruits from Paddy's" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3610/3591855258_0631abe1f1.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we must have been too happy with the result and we walked all the way back to our room without feeling tired at all. We couldn't finish the grapes, so we took them to Darling Harbour to eat while enjoying the night view there. Although we were not unable to finish the cheap fruits but we did not want to throw them away yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Darling Harbour by clsyee, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10534308@N04/3585265724/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Darling Harbour" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3378/3585265724_f064fe7b36.jpg" width="378" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubby who was still so much in love with the Opera House, asking me to go there for one last time before we leave Sydney, at 7am?!?!?!?! I didn't promise him though. But.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-9076045554200130583?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/9076045554200130583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/9076045554200130583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/9076045554200130583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-7.html' title='Australia - Day 7'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3646/3591034583_bd713709c8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-8245110601078114614</id><published>2009-06-26T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T17:12:52.759+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='australia'/><title type='text'>Australia : Day-6</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-1.html"&gt;Day-1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-2.html"&gt;Day-2&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-3.html"&gt;Day-3&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-4.html"&gt;Day-4&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-5.html"&gt;Day-5&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-6.html"&gt;Day-6&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-7.html"&gt;Day-7&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-8.html"&gt;Day-8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day-6&lt;/p&gt;Took Airtrain from Central Station to Brisbane Domestic Airport then flew to Sydney. The air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;stewardess was fatter than me :P Reached Sydney and checked into Base Sydney. Our accommodation seemed to get better and better. The beds were so comfy &amp;amp; bathrooms were very clean. Our roommates were a Korean couple who were not very friendly. Not only they shared a single bed, they even took the bed-sheets of other beds to tie to the poles of the double decker bed, so that they can camp in it. Too bad it's not sound proof, we could hear the guy snoring whole night. I'm lazy to type so much already. It was already about 3pm, so we rushed all the way to Sydney Fish Market to grab some super fresh seafood (but not cheap) and managed to get to Paddy's before it closed at 5pm. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="Sydney Fish Market by clsyee, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10534308@N04/3585246440/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Sydney Fish Market" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3650/3585246440_33d29d1507.jpg" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Sydney Fish Market by clsyee, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10534308@N04/3585224216/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Sydney Fish Market" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2425/3585224216_5ef4cb4132.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a mistake to go to Paddy's. We ended up spending hundreds of dollars at Esprits. 25% of reduced price mah, how to resist :P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After dinner, i decided to cover Hyde Park on the way to Sydney Opera House. It was another mistake. We tried to take picture of the majestic Archibald Fountain - failed. Pic of St Mary's Cathedral - failed. Sydney Opera house &amp;amp; Harbour Bridge - passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Archibald Fountain  by clsyee, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10534308@N04/3661530325/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Archibald Fountain " src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2569/3661530325_0689e417c8.jpg" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an icy cold that night and strong wind spoilt my mood. Hubby was so mesmerized by Opera House that he didn't want to leave before taking enough pics of that odd building. And also cos we took 45mins to reach that place. The color of my face gradually turned from pale to black &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Opera House - black by clsyee, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10534308@N04/3661530793/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Opera House - black" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3317/3661530793_2dda6f49ab.jpg" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add to my misery, we were standing outside of the Opera House fine-dining restaurant where diners were wearing sexy evening gowns, laughing while drinking champagne. In the end, to keep myself warm, I hid myself against the wall of the building under a lamp post until hubby finished his assignment. Walking back was another ordeal. I think I fainted on the bed when we reached our room. Here are some pics:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a title="Harbour Bridge by clsyee, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10534308@N04/3585256930/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Harbour Bridge" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3309/3585256930_94c63f23b3.jpg" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Opera House by clsyee, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10534308@N04/3662330900/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Opera House" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2562/3662330900_a47583cdff.jpg" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-8245110601078114614?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/8245110601078114614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/8245110601078114614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/8245110601078114614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-6.html' title='Australia : Day-6'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3650/3585246440_33d29d1507_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-5005451131698185840</id><published>2009-06-26T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T17:12:26.728+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='australia'/><title type='text'>Australia : Day-5</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-1.html"&gt;Day-1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-2.html"&gt;Day-2&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-3.html"&gt;Day-3&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-4.html"&gt;Day-4&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-5.html"&gt;Day-5&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-6.html"&gt;Day-6&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-7.html"&gt;Day-7&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-8.html"&gt;Day-8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day-5&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We woke up later than expected and by the time we reached to bus stop, the bus left already. So we had to wait for the second bus at 7.20am. When we finally reached the train station, another bad news - train to Bris delayed for 20mins. It took about 2hours to get to Bris town and another 2hours to get to the zoo from Bris town. This means we'll only reach the zoo by 12pm and I didn't dare to tell the additional 2hours journey to zoo. We reached Brisbane Central Station and quickly checked-in at Base Brisbane Central. The staff was kind enough to upgrade our 8-bed room to 2-bed room, we didn't have to share with anybody but it was at level 3 with no lift!! Anyway, to cut the story short, we reached zoo at 11am+ &amp;amp; didn't miss any show =) For the first time, we had to wear jackets in a zoo instead of usual shirt &amp;amp; shorts &amp;amp; sunblock :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Lone Pine Koala Sanctuary by clsyee, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10534308@N04/3591005933/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Lone Pine Koala Sanctuary" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3368/3591005933_a66bc31f47.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Lone Pine Koala Sanctuary by clsyee, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10534308@N04/3590814445/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Lone Pine Koala Sanctuary" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3355/3590814445_0bed8c35e1.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Lone Pine Koala Sanctuary by clsyee, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10534308@N04/3591832738/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Lone Pine Koala Sanctuary" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3305/3591832738_5bb95457ae.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut the story short, we managed to get to Mount Coo-tha just in time to catch the last bus to town from there. If you miss the last bus, you'll need to hire a taxi and it's not very cheap, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Mount Coo-tha, Brisbane by clsyee, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10534308@N04/3590956127/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mount Coo-tha, Brisbane" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3637/3590956127_f888e346ac.jpg" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to shout about at Mount Coo-tha except we met a couple who were so loving during photo-taking, they are guys ;) Roamed around at Queen Street Mall &amp;amp; walked all the way to take some pics of Story Bridge. End of day 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Story Bridge, Brisbane by clsyee, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10534308@N04/3590973665/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Story Bridge, Brisbane" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3407/3590973665_91da85c8b0.jpg" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-5005451131698185840?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/5005451131698185840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/5005451131698185840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/5005451131698185840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-5.html' title='Australia : Day-5'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3368/3591005933_a66bc31f47_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-6527597139603100437</id><published>2009-06-26T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T17:12:05.148+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='australia'/><title type='text'>Australia : Day-4</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-1.html"&gt;Day-1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-2.html"&gt;Day-2&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-3.html"&gt;Day-3&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-4.html"&gt;Day-4&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-5.html"&gt;Day-5&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-6.html"&gt;Day-6&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-7.html"&gt;Day-7&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-8.html"&gt;Day-8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day-4&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went to the same bus stop to take the bus to MovieWorld (From SP, take TX bus to theme parks). Same suggestion, try to reach there before 9am. The crowd at Movieworld was worse than Dreamworld. We were given the timetable for shows and parade in Movieworld, so before the theme park was opened, we planned on what to do first in order to cover the whole place. To our disappointment, Movieworld is a small theme parks &amp;amp; maybe cos we went on weekdays, there was no movie stars around for us to take pic. There were also 6 thrill rides and again i completed 4 &amp;amp; 2 for hubby. There was a ride which was very scary - Scooby-Doo coaster. It was a forward and backward ride, not exactly that fun and i had good time screaming non-stop. Good way to release stress though. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="Scooby-Doo, Movieworld by clsyee, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10534308@N04/3590930217/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Scooby-Doo, Movieworld" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3603/3590930217_4c8ac1f117.jpg" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We stayed until it was almost closing time and board the bus back to SP. Went back and packed all our bags as we needed to catch the 6.50am bus to train station to get to Brisbane. Our new roommate - a Korean who stayed in US.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-6527597139603100437?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/6527597139603100437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/6527597139603100437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/6527597139603100437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-4.html' title='Australia : Day-4'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3603/3590930217_4c8ac1f117_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-9135403277784394849</id><published>2009-06-26T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T17:11:40.486+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='australia'/><title type='text'>Australia : Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-1.html"&gt;Day-1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-2.html"&gt;Day-2&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-3.html"&gt;Day-3&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-4.html"&gt;Day-4&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-5.html"&gt;Day-5&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-6.html"&gt;Day-6&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-7.html"&gt;Day-7&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-8.html"&gt;Day-8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day-3&lt;br /&gt;Woke up 7am and i prepared breakfast with the bread &amp;amp; choc spread bought last night. The kitchen was extremely dirty. People just leave the pots and pans in the sink. Kitchen table was full of bread crumbs &amp;amp; instant mee seasoning. Stains everywhere. I put all my things a plastic bag. We brought along some plastic utensils and cups, luckily. I thought ang-moh kitchen is very clean, from tv-show. After breakfast, we went to bus stop to catch the bus to Dreamworld.&lt;br /&gt;(From SP, take TX bus to themeparks, AUD7.60 per person, 1-way). My suggestion is to go there before 10am to avoid the long queue at the ticket counter. We reached there at almost 9am and get to take a lot of pics before the crowd at 10am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't like Dreamworld that much. Apart from the 6 thrill rides, Tiger Island and Wildlife, there was nothing interesting there. I tried 4 out of 6 thrilling rides, while hubby only took 2 rides. Giant drop was my first ride, i took so much courage to take the ride. The moment the seats rose from ground, i started regretting. It halted at the top with magnificient view but i didn't enjoy it. Then, i heard the signal beep indicating that we're going to drop. My heart stopped a second and off we went. It was really like committing suicide by jumping off tall building. I could feel the anti-gravity experience, strong wind blowing against my face and my eyes were open all the way down. When it finally stopped, i think my heart stopped again too :P Great ride but i will not try it again. 2nd ride was Motocoaster. I didn't know that it was one of the 6 thrill rides. It was like riding motorbike at super high speed and i felt that i could die during the ride. Honestly, Giant Drop was much better than this. At least, during Giant Drop, i dun have to go "head first". 3rd was Tower of Terror. This ride will go the same height as Giant Drop at 30degrees and back. Equally scary. Cyclone was nothing to shout about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Giant Drop &amp;amp; Tower of Terror, Dreamworld by clsyee, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10534308@N04/3591659468/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Giant Drop &amp;amp; Tower of Terror, Dreamworld" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3359/3591659468_61bcecc798.jpg" width="333" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't dare to try The Claw &amp;amp; WipeOut. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="The Claw, Dreamworld by clsyee, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10534308@N04/3590872407/"&gt;&lt;img alt="The Claw, Dreamworld" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2466/3590872407_9a81edcc63.jpg" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was hotdog bun before we ended our day in Dreamworld. The hotdog seller was kind enough to recommend us to another shopping centre which sells cheaper things than Harbour Town. After asking from direction bus drivers, off we went to Hyperdome in Logan Holmes. The journey there was about 30mins and costed us additional AUD10 for 2 persons. The town was not really near, it was after Beenleigh and we had to take bus-train-bus before we finally reached HyperDome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HyperDome is really big single-level shopping complex with a lot of shops and food outlets. We reached there about 4pm and the closing time was 5.30pm. I really do not understand why the shopping complexes close so early. How do working mums do their shopping? Or they only shop once a week? Hubby found some crocs sandals on sale - blue &amp;amp; orange. And it was only AUD29.90 per pair. He was deciding whether to buy or not but the problem was to choose between blue &amp;amp; orange. He asked for my opinion and gave him an honest answer which he didn't like it. We went out from the shop empty-handed and a black-face hubby :P Nevertheless, we still managed to grab some Smith's at AUD1.99 per packet, the cheapest we could find. Shopped a bit at Reject Shop. I have no idea why it's called reject shop as all the items we got were in good condition and very cheap. AUD2-5 per item. After Hyperdome, we went home straight and took a good rest before trip to Movieworld. Our new roomate - a Canadian guy who was so much neater than the German girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-9135403277784394849?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/9135403277784394849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/9135403277784394849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/9135403277784394849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-3.html' title='Australia : Day 3'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3359/3591659468_61bcecc798_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-8591685613421056244</id><published>2009-06-26T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T17:11:22.012+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='australia'/><title type='text'>Australia : Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-1.html"&gt;Day-1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-2.html"&gt;Day-2&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-3.html"&gt;Day-3&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-4.html"&gt;Day-4&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-5.html"&gt;Day-5&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-6.html"&gt;Day-6&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-7.html"&gt;Day-7&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-8.html"&gt;Day-8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day-2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally touched down in Coolangatta, Gold Coast International Airport. The weather was not too cold. Hubby had slight problem at the custom counter. He didn't know where is the place we're going to stay and he stupidly told the officer, "I dunno." So both of us were stopped by the custom and i had to expl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a small airport with nothing much to blog about. The moment we grabbed our luggage, i dashed to find the local bus stop. Met a friendly guard who directed us to the correct bus stop and we waited for bus along with some people who also arrived in GC for the first time. The bus drivers are very helpful and patient, all you need to do is open your mouth and ask or bring along the address of the place you want to go. You will not go wrong. Take any bus that stops in front of the GC airport bus stop and it will bring you to the next main bus stop where you get Bus-700 to get to Surfer's Paradise. One good thing is, you just need to pay once and then you just show the same bus ticket to the next bus driver. I do not know how the fare is calculate but it's calculated according to Zone. You go figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride took about 40mins and it will stop at every bus stop on the way to Surfer's Paradise. Along the way, you will see beaches on your right and lots and lots of accommodations from hotel to motel. We went pass Pacific Fair shopping complex, Conrad Jupiter casino, Hooters, Sizzlers.....etc and finally the bus stopped in front of Cirle of Cavill. You can even inform the bus driver to let you know which is the correct or nearest stop to get down from the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked for like 10mins from Cirle of Cavill to Sleeping Inn, Peninsular Drive, the hostel we booked online. The two heavy luggage made the walk rather difficult. One good thing was, we didn't sweat all the way there. The hostel was like a semi-d house with a mini pool. Not exactly that cheap and i wouldn't recommend it to anybody else unless you can find a cheaper place than this. Some of the staffs there were not friendly &amp;amp; never smile. Since we reached there earlier than the check-in time, we just stored our bags and walked back to SP. First, we went to hunt for Hungry Jack's, a highly recommended place for burgers. I swallowed a Bacon&amp;amp; Egg wrap while hubby went for Whooper. No chili sauce :( Proceeded to SP beach and the waves were crazy and yet you can see so many people sun-bathing at the beach. I was still nicely wrapped in my jacket :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Surfer's Paradise by clsyee, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10534308@N04/3661408605/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Surfer's Paradise" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3341/3661408605_671aaf74c2.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Surfer's Paradise Beach by clsyee, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10534308@N04/3661408063/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Surfer's Paradise Beach" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3231/3661408063_c32d502da2.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to enquire bus info since we were going to Brisbane on the 5th day of our trip. There were so many bus companies and we went for the famous one - Greyhound. The price is AUD30 per person for one way trip to Brisbane - 1.5hour ride. I was shocked at the price was not the one i got from internet. Later i found out that the trip to Bris which i obtained from internet was using the public transportation, only AUD21.20 for 2 persons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After grabbing some maps and mineral waters, we went back our hostel to freshen up before heading to Harbour Town. (From SP, take Bus 709, 703, 700 to HT, AUD3.40 per person, 1-way). Harbour Town is a huge factory outlets. You can from a lot of brands there from sportswear to baby clothings. Some of the prices are not really that cheap after converted back to RM, maybe equivalent to the price in Penang. We managed to grab from clothes from Esprit which was proven to be much cheaper than getting them from Penang (we regretted this when we reached syd - will write about this later). Out-of-season crocs sandals were sold for AUD19.90 per pair!! Sadly, hubby couldn't find the size he wanted and i dun fancy crocs sandals at all. We were looking for cheap local fruits but couldn't find any. I remember my frens telling that the local fruits there are dirt cheap. Maybe we went to the wrong place (we finally found out how cheap the fruits were in Syd). Packed dinner and we went back to SP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a tiring day for us, not to mention the sleepless night before on plane. The other backpackers were not considerate at all. A group of them were playing poker on the dinner table when we went home. In the end, we had to have dinner at the balcony, accompanied by cold breeze &amp;amp; some rains. Bad experience. Oh yeah, we had 4-bed room and our roommate was a German girl. Friendly but very unorganized person. Do you put your toothbrush on the carpet of the room &amp;amp; shaver on the floor of the bathroom shared with soooo many strangers? Anyway, i fainted the moment my head touched the nicely wrapped pillow (i wrapped the pillow with the laundry bag i brought along). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-8591685613421056244?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/8591685613421056244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/8591685613421056244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/8591685613421056244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-2.html' title='Australia : Day 2'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3341/3661408605_671aaf74c2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-4050236487234133307</id><published>2009-06-26T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T17:10:55.467+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='australia'/><title type='text'>Australia: Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was back from Aus trip for like a month, but i haven't even blogged about my trip. There are so much thing to blog about as it was our first trip ala-backpacker. We booked the free AA tickets since Aug-08 but I didn't do any homework back then due to laziness. The real work only started about 2 mths before my trip and that's when i had to bug several people whom had actually been to Aus recently. Those unfortunate candidates are like &lt;a href="http://www.chingwei.com/blog/"&gt;CW&lt;/a&gt;, WY, SF, JoeyC &amp;amp; my sis's sil =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day before my departure, at 9.30am, i received a sms from AA saying that my flight has been cancelled and been postponed to much later time &amp;amp; contact a phone number for assistance. Fearing the flight would be further delayed and we had a connecting flight to catch, i spent about an hour trying to contact AA customer service personnel. It took us forever and i tried several AA phone numbers i googled. Finally, a human answered our call and it was confirmed that we would be able to catch our connecting flight in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-1.html"&gt;Day-1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-2.html"&gt;Day-2&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-3.html"&gt;Day-3&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-4.html"&gt;Day-4&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-5.html"&gt;Day-5&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-6.html"&gt;Day-6&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-7.html"&gt;Day-7&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-8.html"&gt;Day-8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We packed everything to mum's place, especially khye's milk powder. He has somehow turned into a Milk Monster, finishing a 900g per week (he is only taking 4oz per 3hourly). If he were to take 6-7oz hourly, i will have to buy a cow. Mum prepared fried rice for us for dinner at LCCT. Parents dropped us at the airport and khye waved goodbye just like that. He doesn't cry when he waves good bye at us. He only cries when mil waves good bye to him. Do you think I’ll get jealous becos of that? Of cos not, he is still small &amp;amp; innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached LCCT around 5.30pm &amp;amp; the first thing we did was to stop at AA customer service counter to add check-in baggage from AUS-KL, KL-PEN which cost us RM45. You see, if you pre-book AA ticket online, you only need to pay RM5 (domestic) &amp;amp; RM20 (international) for a 15kg check-in baggage allowance. Otherwise, you need to spend RM10 &amp;amp; RM20 respectively if you do it at the check-in counter at the airport. Stingy me, i didn't pre-book check-in baggage allowance online for KL-AUS so ended up, we had to stuff a lot of things in our jackets and pockets. By the way, AA does not weigh your bag at the departure terminal although you can see a big weighing scale there. Unless your bags look heavy or you carry an over-sized handbag or backpack, then good luck. Before we entered the departure terminal, i made one very very stupid statement, "Hide your tickets, dun let the AA girl know we're taking AA flight, so she will not weigh our bags." I forgot LCCT is only for AA flights. So, pls make sure you pre-book your baggage allowance next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much hassle, we went in and settled down (unloaded things from our jackets and pockets) and took turn to bathe before boarding 8-hours flight to Aus. My stupid-ness did not stop there, as usual. I insisted that we sat in the first row so that we could board the flight first. Again i forgot that we have been assigned seat numbers the moment we checked-in. Dearest hubby, this is what happen when we only visit the airport once a year *hint*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seats in AA are so minute. You cannot recline the seat like how you normally do it. To recline, you need to glide your body forward and if you have long legs, that spells trouble for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Air Asia X by clsyee, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10534308@N04/3585196564/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Air Asia X" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3389/3585196564_8c237c7751.jpg" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to pay for everything - blanket, neck pillow, eye masks (RM35). If you're taking the night flight, you just need to keep your stomach full before you board or else you can still get some snacks on board for unreasonable price. Like RM5 for instant Ipoh White Coffee or RM4 for 500ml mineral water. I read about all these before boarding the plane, so i actually brought along empty bottles to fill up water from the water cooler in the departure terminal :P Sleeping was nightmare without neck pillow &amp;amp; 10% recline seat. I didn't bother much and occupied 2 seats to sleep despite a guy sitting in the same row as me. Hubby was lucky enough to get 3 seats to sleep on. The Prudential group members were so noisy and they made it harder for us to get some sleep. At 3am, hubby finally exchg seats with me......heaven and I slept until it was about time to land. People must be cursing us for occupying so many seats. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a title="Air Asia X by clsyee, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10534308@N04/3584485595/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Air Asia X" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3634/3584485595_5d1bd2820a.jpg" width="333" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh yeah, if you want a much bigger space to stretch your legs, you have to add additional RM100 per person for the special seats, which is the first row of seats, near the toilets :P Air stewardess tied the safety belts to the trays and disallow people to occupy the seats. A few passengers, who attempted to untie the belts, were shoo-ed away by the air stewardess. We were waiting for the plane to land before continue our itinerary for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-4050236487234133307?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/4050236487234133307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/4050236487234133307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/4050236487234133307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/australia-day-1.html' title='Australia: Day 1'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3389/3585196564_8c237c7751_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-3425527229716197452</id><published>2009-06-16T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T16:25:29.632+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khye'/><title type='text'>tongue</title><content type='html'>My fat Khye has this bad habit of sticking his tongue while doing things. How to prevent this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SjdT0l_w_SI/AAAAAAAAAY0/KErMR11W-G4/s1600-h/IMG_1951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347835245543619874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SjdT0l_w_SI/AAAAAAAAAY0/KErMR11W-G4/s320/IMG_1951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-3425527229716197452?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/3425527229716197452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/tongue.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/3425527229716197452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/3425527229716197452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/06/tongue.html' title='tongue'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SjdT0l_w_SI/AAAAAAAAAY0/KErMR11W-G4/s72-c/IMG_1951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-1027936500731050538</id><published>2009-04-24T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T11:58:14.817+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='niece'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nephew'/><title type='text'>Twins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SfE4ExznJ_I/AAAAAAAAAYM/w-SxkrubT4A/s1600-h/IMG_1972.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just want to share with everybody my sis's newly born twins. I think the girl has "honest" look . I'm officially an "er yi" now...as in 2nd aunt, not crocodile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No names for both of them yet as the parents are undecided of the names. About 2 more weeks to go before they get fined by the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SfE4Ehk2n3I/AAAAAAAAAYE/WtQtAskjsIU/s1600-h/IMG_1967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328101484539584370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SfE4Ehk2n3I/AAAAAAAAAYE/WtQtAskjsIU/s320/IMG_1967.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SfE4Eq3hbEI/AAAAAAAAAX8/zDZlgiOBgns/s1600-h/IMG_1966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328101487033805890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SfE4Eq3hbEI/AAAAAAAAAX8/zDZlgiOBgns/s320/IMG_1966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-1027936500731050538?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/1027936500731050538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/04/twins.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/1027936500731050538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/1027936500731050538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/04/twins.html' title='Twins'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SfE4Ehk2n3I/AAAAAAAAAYE/WtQtAskjsIU/s72-c/IMG_1967.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-2205156427453424164</id><published>2009-04-08T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T13:40:15.256+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>being temperamental</title><content type='html'>The previous post was written before lunch, was being rather emotional when hunger strike. After a few laughs on marriage, divorce &amp;amp; going on labor, my mood is stable again. No more negative chi, for the time being :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-2205156427453424164?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/2205156427453424164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/04/being-temperamental.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/2205156427453424164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/2205156427453424164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/04/being-temperamental.html' title='being temperamental'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><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-3615134038900981069.post-4903566181579350460</id><published>2009-04-08T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T12:22:33.217+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>oh well....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Last night i lost my temper again putting khye to sleep. It was not that he didn't want to sleep, there was another obvious reason. Earlier that night, my mum broke the news of other my sis is expecting. Oh, so two of them are preg but i'm not. I was supposed to be happy for her like the rest but selfish me, i was sad, disappointed, angry, frustrated, envious and all negative feelings &amp;amp; thoughts came at once. Almost immediately, my mood went down. Negative chi followed me all the way home last night and all the way to office today. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm still very very hurt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-4903566181579350460?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/4903566181579350460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/4903566181579350460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/4903566181579350460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-well.html' title='oh well....'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-18059674204718584</id><published>2009-04-04T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:08:37.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>someone put a threat on Sunshine Farlim on 4 April 2009?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note: I bet nobody has blogged about Sunshine Farlim 4 April 2009 night incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Saturday routine is always the same. Tumble Tots then spend whole Saturday at mum's place together with my parents, sis and bro-in-law. We went to Sunshine Farlim right after dinner which was about 8pm+. It was raining so heavily but the place was still packed as ever, most probably there was a sale again. After sending some time a the ground floor, we found out that khye poo-ed. So mum &amp;amp; i had to bring khye for washing and change into new diaper in the ladies. The moment we reached the toilet, we saw about 5 cleaners in woman's toilet. 3 of them were guarding a cubicle while the other 2 were talking in a serious tone. My mum asked them whether we can use the toilet to clean khye's buttock or not. We were then told that "rosak". But, why do we need 5 cleaners in toilet? My first thought was they caught a molester? Since we did want to spend time looking for another toilet, we went into the gent's. Just as mum took off khye's diaper, i heard hubby calling for me. I thought he was just being impatient. But, he repeated my name so many times and getting louder, at the same time asked me to come out immediately, we started to realise something was not right. Hubby never acted that way before. Mum opened the door and hubby asked us to get out of the building right away. I was still carrying khye in superman position with his poo stuck to his buttock. Not knowing what actually happened, i followed hubby's instruction and dashed towards the main entrance. Before i reached the main entrance, i noticed that the shopping mall was almost empty &amp;amp; all i can think of was where is my heavily preg sis?!?!?! She was supposed to meet us after her toilet visit. But carrying khye (still in superman position with you-know-wat stuck to his butt, i ran all the way out from the building. Outside i was greeted with a bunch of salesgirls &amp;amp; guards asking me to slow down. Some of them even laughed when they saw khye. It was a good thing, nobody took any pic of us. The place was crowded and we saw a few patrol cars while we tried to clean up Khye. Khye didn't make a fuss at that time, lucky for us. Hubby was explaining that the moment the 3 of us went into the toilet, there was an announcement made, which he thought was happy hour sale or things like that. Manatau, it was to evacuate the building immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my one week old canon ixus 870is, i was snapping pics like nobody's biz. Taking pics of the whole scene &amp;amp; even recorded some videos. I was actually afraid that the police will confiscate my digicam since i was the only one taking pics with a cam, not phone. Soon after that, we saw a videoman arrived but dunno from which tv channel as there was no logo printed on the jacket. Another one arrived with a DSLR. I was joking with my family members of selling my pics and video to these reporters :P Unfortunately, nobody bothered to ask me anything and i didn't dare to approach any of these guys. Silly me even took pics with hubby in front of the mall, to prove that we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What had actually happened, we'll have to find out in tomorrow's papers. I wonder what happened to those people who haven't paid for their dinner bills in restaurants inside Sunshine Farlim :P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are pics taken by me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320866924747210274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SdeERuKuviI/AAAAAAAAAXc/-wY8kp_9_BY/s320/IMG_1734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320867757272679666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SdeFCLkRRPI/AAAAAAAAAXk/dkMKc3gp1Tk/s320/IMG_1741.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Taken by my dad :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320868727268119122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SdeF6pFNElI/AAAAAAAAAXs/WdJkDWN5WN8/s320/IMG_1732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-18059674204718584?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/18059674204718584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/04/someone-put-threat-on-sunshine-farlim.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/18059674204718584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/18059674204718584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/04/someone-put-threat-on-sunshine-farlim.html' title='someone put a threat on Sunshine Farlim on 4 April 2009?'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SdeERuKuviI/AAAAAAAAAXc/-wY8kp_9_BY/s72-c/IMG_1734.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-7252881306842639730</id><published>2009-03-26T16:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T16:20:34.775+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khye'/><title type='text'>khye's hiding place</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday, both hubby and i almost ransacked whole house to find his bunch of house keys. At first, hubby tot i was the one who took the keys. When i told him i haven't seen his keys, he went to search his car and even the place where we put our keys. Couldn't find them anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, it was my turn to ransack the whole. I searched in all possible places - toilet, kitchen cabinets, fridge, freezer, washing machine, khye's cupboard, my drawers, but failed to find the keys. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hubby was getting restless and he went for another round of checking and after a few mins, he came back into the room with the keys. Khye was the culprit. So the next day, hubby put the keys back at the same place where he found them and asked khye "Khye, where are the keys? Please give me the keys." See where khye hid them and the strange thing was he remembered where he put them.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317408161840894866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/Scs6jORKE5I/AAAAAAAAAXU/9IlLBZTZOas/s400/PICT0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-7252881306842639730?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/7252881306842639730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/03/khyes-hiding-place.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/7252881306842639730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/7252881306842639730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/03/khyes-hiding-place.html' title='khye&apos;s hiding place'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/Scs6jORKE5I/AAAAAAAAAXU/9IlLBZTZOas/s72-c/PICT0024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-4396260511718721926</id><published>2009-03-12T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T11:53:14.083+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khye'/><title type='text'>hair cut</title><content type='html'>We took khye for his second hair cut after pestering from both grandparents. The first haircut costed RM2, and made him look like a kampong boy. It's not consider very cheap too, looking at the amount of hair khye has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 2-3months later, which was last Saturday, hubby wanted to have a haircut so three of us went together to the salon. Hubby was thinking of getting the hairdresser to cut his hair and conveniently thought that khye's will be free. How silly &amp;amp; dumb :P She was going to charge RM5 for khye's haircut, which i said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hubby's haircut, we went to the neareset mamak barber, RM3. Surprisingly, khye was behaving quite well. I put him on the chair and for the first time, someone really cut his hair instead of just shaving. Through out the entire session, he was holding a cassette in his hands so hard but still managed to give us a smile while hubby was taking his pics. He was feeling ticklish all the way until he could hold on to his tears anymore, just in time for the final snip. Another silly one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SbiF7LoUJTI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ThPnho1JYlc/s1600-h/PICT4312.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312143012264158514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SbiF7LoUJTI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ThPnho1JYlc/s200/PICT4312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; he looks cute, isn't he? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SbiF6-GY-GI/AAAAAAAAAW0/j_RBYw56Ihg/s1600-h/PICT4308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312143008632207458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SbiF6-GY-GI/AAAAAAAAAW0/j_RBYw56Ihg/s200/PICT4308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;behaving so well, notice the cassette?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312143185339383986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SbiGFQYqgLI/AAAAAAAAAXM/EiVFSI_e0IE/s200/PICT4317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;with his Tumble Tots backpack&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-4396260511718721926?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/4396260511718721926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/03/hair-cut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/4396260511718721926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/4396260511718721926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/03/hair-cut.html' title='hair cut'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SbiF7LoUJTI/AAAAAAAAAW8/ThPnho1JYlc/s72-c/PICT4312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-3454589024825242000</id><published>2009-03-10T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T12:17:08.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>unfinished business</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Still the same topic. He says wait till Khye reaches 2yrs old and when the time is right. Who knows when the right time is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khye turns two on Feb-10 &amp;amp; if we're lucky, we'll be expecting a second one in Dec-10. If we start now, we'll be expecting the new born by Jan-10. Same year, rite? Why wait? Only Buddha knows how many reasons i've listed for hubby &amp;amp; how many sessions of fight we had over this matter. @#$#!*@!!!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Khye is going to be spoilt &amp;amp; pampered by everybody. Khye is going to become the most selfish person among his cousins. Khye is going to lose his close family members once we're not around anymore. If i were to die tomorrow, i will return and haunt hubby on my unfinished business. &lt;/p&gt;Strange thing is, my friends whose hubbies didn't want more than a kid are all expecting 2nd kid now, AFTER being brainwashed by me. My hubby is a stone statue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-3454589024825242000?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/3454589024825242000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/03/unfinished-business.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/3454589024825242000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/3454589024825242000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/03/unfinished-business.html' title='unfinished business'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-2611544135074144018</id><published>2009-02-17T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:31:29.192+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khye'/><title type='text'>sight</title><content type='html'>Hub &amp;amp; i went to Kek Lok Si temple to try out his new cam during CNY. While on the way up to the pagoda, we saw a few beggars sitting begging by the pavement. One particular family drew my attention. A young indian mother with 4 kids sitting on cardboard. The youngest son was almost the same age as Khye, tiny, sleeping peacefully on the cardboard. It was a disturbing sight for me and i was thinking of it whole night and even now. The image still stuck to my mind. Before i had khye, i only felt sorry for these people. Now, i really feel something. I have no idea why but each time i encounter beggars with small kids, it will make me think of how lucky khye is. Or i will imagine my khye is the one sleeping on the cardboard. Ouch, it's a heartbreaking sight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-2611544135074144018?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/2611544135074144018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/02/sight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/2611544135074144018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/2611544135074144018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/02/sight.html' title='sight'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-1004498832947711514</id><published>2009-01-20T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T11:42:13.676+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>wait</title><content type='html'>We were discussing on how to celebrate Khye's bday and what cake to buy. I was surprised that birthday cakes from bakeries cost more than Secret Recipe cakes. RM150 for a number 1 shaped cake, min 3kg. If we were to buy 2 cakes as per plan, it's going to cost us a bomb just for cakes. After a week, we finally decided to order 2 cakes for the bakery near our house and they will deliver them to us on Saturday, one day earlier than the actual birthday. My Khye's birthday falls on CNY eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While discussing on which type of cakes to order, i told hubby to just order the ordinary round shape cake to be fair to everybody (our future kids). And his answer caught me by surprised. "That I'll have to think first". When we first got married, i told hubby that i want more than a kid. I used to joke with him, the more kids the merrier during our funerals :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does he mean with "That I'll have to think first"?? He knows very well, i've always wanted more kids and that i dun stay 29 forever. Okay, maybe it's my temper that he fears. But he thinks we're going to wait for another 6yrs and then only start trying for a 2nd one? What if it's too late and we have to undergo IVF? I have heard many stories where couples regretted that they didn't plan for a 2nd one earlier. Some couples failed to conceive after waited for too long. If we fail, then khye will be miserable living life alone without siblings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-1004498832947711514?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/1004498832947711514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/01/wait.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/1004498832947711514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/1004498832947711514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2009/01/wait.html' title='wait'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-7572609319296567489</id><published>2008-12-24T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T14:46:17.143+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khye'/><title type='text'>chubby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Khye is growing fatter &amp;amp; chubby-ier each day, and i can't resist biting his arms and cheeks. Yesterday, he learnt a new trick. He was holding his toys in both hands while trying to stand on by clinging on the sofa. How to stand lar? I grabbed his armpits right on time before he fell backwards. And guess what, he thought it was so funny that he repeated the action – on purpose. Stood up, looked at me, smiled then let go of his hands to see whether I’d catch him in time or not. Smiling so happily, until i had to distract him from the sofa. His crawling speed has increased over the weekend. Now you see him in the living room, the next moment, you will find him crawling towards the stairs or towards our front door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anybody care to babysit him for me during the plant shutdown? So cute wor......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283244183347609474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SVHal8oVP4I/AAAAAAAAAWs/mpsyqzKGM-4/s200/PICT4219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-7572609319296567489?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/7572609319296567489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/12/chubby.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/7572609319296567489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/7572609319296567489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/12/chubby.html' title='chubby'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SVHal8oVP4I/AAAAAAAAAWs/mpsyqzKGM-4/s72-c/PICT4219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-7942209481308487075</id><published>2008-12-23T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:37:39.086+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>23 Dec</title><content type='html'>Two years ago, on this date i became Mrs.Tee officially. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282854300422553362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SVB3_xjUvxI/AAAAAAAAAWc/PVXCSpApRNI/s200/cynthia+132.jpg" border="0" /&gt; More than a year later, we had this silly boy, Tee Junior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SVB4AUgvKGI/AAAAAAAAAWk/d1k3nMN4DFA/s1600-h/W2803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282854309806942306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SVB4AUgvKGI/AAAAAAAAAWk/d1k3nMN4DFA/s200/W2803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-7942209481308487075?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/7942209481308487075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/12/23-dec.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/7942209481308487075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/7942209481308487075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/12/23-dec.html' title='23 Dec'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SVB3_xjUvxI/AAAAAAAAAWc/PVXCSpApRNI/s72-c/cynthia+132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-5731057484707669066</id><published>2008-12-17T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T12:14:56.405+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>i can breathe</title><content type='html'>I decided to take 4 days off in a stretch to stay at home, without Khye. Khye is sent to in-laws' place every morning as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, khye woke up at slightly before 7am, right before hubby's alarm went off. Hubby went to work while i bathed and fed khye while waiting for in-laws to come fetch him over. Peace. My day started with a cup of coffee and a nice movie - Hellboy II. We were supposed to watch that since when it was first launched but with Khye around, how to enjoy the show. I even joked with my parents &amp;amp; sisters that i dun have to watch Hellboy cos i have one at home :P Bad mama. After the show, i started with my cleaning tasks, the curtains. Took down the curtains in the living room &amp;amp; spare room for wash. While waiting for the curtains, i cleaned all the drawers and cabinets in my house (downstairs only). The funny thing is, the things found in the tv cabinets are not moved since last spring cleaning, so i just needed to take out everything, wiped and put back everything in the same order. I finally moved all my pics into the new photo album we bought a while ago. I still need one more photo album leh, not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was to tidy up food in my kitchen cabinets, re-arranging plates in the cabinets, wiped my oven &amp;amp; water filter..etc. Not forgetting throw away broken plates/spoons and food from the fridge. Cleaned our spare room - windows, fan, light, cabinets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a bathe and ate something before i was back in front of my tv and online chatting :D I did something similar around this time too last year, when i was pregnant. Call me a fool but i enjoy cleaning my house and put everything in order, when i'm home alone. If only i can become a housewife and given monthly allowance &amp;amp; a car to use. I got bored while staying at home last year when i needed to clear my vacation leave. But now, i'm more than happy to do that, as long as khye is sent to in-laws' place. Finally, i'm breathing again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-5731057484707669066?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/5731057484707669066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-can-breathe.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/5731057484707669066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/5731057484707669066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-can-breathe.html' title='i can breathe'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-4229366353044001289</id><published>2008-12-15T08:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T08:49:57.244+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>breathe</title><content type='html'>My life is a mess now. Especially when he cries non-stop. I have to swallow my food, i have to be in the kitchen after meal to get ready Khye's things. Hubby will have to take care of Khye in the living room. That little fella will be either trying to climb all over him/furniture or fall and knocks his head on the floor. Right after that i only get to watch The Nanny for a good laugh for like 20mins or so then after that i have to express milk before getting ready to bed. Yes, we go to bed before 8.30pm to get Khye to sleep. I practically scream on every night before Khye goes to sleep. It annoys me a lot to hear him cry. I've been hiting his little thighs and arms so often, when i should be soothing him. I'm getting out of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby has been really patient with the Khye and I, no complaints and no throwing tantrum like i do. When both us make the house turns upside down, he will still be sitting beside us trying to help. It's kind of unfair to him. His job has stressed him a lot and yet he has to bear with his crazy wife and cranky baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night, i lost my temper at hubby again. Actually it was just crazy and unreasonable, but i just lost it. The whole of yesterday was the most peaceful day after Khye was born. I had enough sleep from the night before &amp;amp; khye slept for like 3 hours straight after his feed at 10.30am. What more can i ask...but i just had to spoil the day at night. If i were hubby, i think i would have slapped myself. I dunno why i acted the way i am now. My life is a mess, hubby's life is a mess cos of me. I want to send Khye off, i need space to breathe. It's going to be a year and i'm still not getting used to having Khye around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-4229366353044001289?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/4229366353044001289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/12/breathe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/4229366353044001289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/4229366353044001289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/12/breathe.html' title='breathe'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-2424991131216029418</id><published>2008-11-17T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:23:01.106+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>home</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting on my bed, surfing net using OUR own broadband, instead of having to search or steal from our neighbours. Remember once upon a time, i talked about having own broadband when i have reached certain limit in writing paid posts? Nope, it didn't work that way. Hubby is footing the bill now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the rare occassion where i get to blog in peace. Khye is sleeping peacefully in his cradle while i'm waiting for hubby to come home. Reading blogs, chatting with friends, how nice. Okay, i hear the door, time to offline and sleep, before Khye wakes up for his second feed. Nite nite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-2424991131216029418?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/2424991131216029418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/11/home.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/2424991131216029418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/2424991131216029418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/11/home.html' title='home'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-5143429571406668830</id><published>2008-11-05T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:37:59.205+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khye'/><title type='text'>bookworm</title><content type='html'>Define bookworm:&lt;br /&gt;      i) a book lover&lt;br /&gt;     ii) insect that eats books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you call a book lover who EATS books?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SRFbBmn89oI/AAAAAAAAAWU/v727CniC54E/s1600-h/PICT0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265089522478937730" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SRFbBmn89oI/AAAAAAAAAWU/v727CniC54E/s200/PICT0145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SRFam8nsFOI/AAAAAAAAAWM/64-Cb3zFzZ4/s1600-h/PICT0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265089064526943458" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SRFam8nsFOI/AAAAAAAAAWM/64-Cb3zFzZ4/s200/PICT0192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-5143429571406668830?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/5143429571406668830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/11/bookworm.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/5143429571406668830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/5143429571406668830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/11/bookworm.html' title='bookworm'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SRFbBmn89oI/AAAAAAAAAWU/v727CniC54E/s72-c/PICT0145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-724431202444999189</id><published>2008-10-30T10:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T10:58:42.565+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>simple cooking instruction</title><content type='html'>It's finally time for us to tell mil that she can feed Khye porridge. The reason why we hid from her was cos Khye could not sit properly in the baby walker, he would slough and it's bad for his backbone. Also she definitely cannot handle him on one hand while feeding him using another hand. Half the food may end up in his notrils like what happened when i first fed him :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell her to cook a very very simple porridge with meat, spinach and carrot using our newly bought mini slow cooker. But our conversation lasted for quite long as predicted. She got over-excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me   : Ma, can start to feed Khye with porridge tomorrow liao.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mil   : Yes yes, I already wanted to ask you about that bla bla bla. By right should start already..bla bla bla bla. I will use stove to cook porridge faster.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me   : No need lar, can cook with slow cooker, i bought a mini slow cooker already. Easier.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mil   : Cook with stove also can mah, will turn soft and starchy too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me   : Okay lar, anything also can, as long as soft enough for him. Then put...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mil   : (interrupted) I will put potato, i will mix different veggies....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me   : (trying to stop her) No no, put meat, spinach and carrot enough. Then...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mil   : (interrupted) Ok ok, then throw away meat, spinach and carrot, let him have the porridge.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me   : No no, put spinach &amp;amp; carrot then blend so that he can finish up everything. Dun blend the meat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mil   : No need to blend one, just cook until it become soft then can smash them up already.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me   : That way also can, but blend better, easier to digest.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mil   : I try lar, see which way. Can add fish also, not the poisonous ones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me   : Fish is ok, as long as no other seafood.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mil   : I already wanted to ask you about feeding him porridge..bla bla bla....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me   : Ok ok, so tomorrow i prepare the slow cooker and ikan bilis.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mil   : Actually, can use stove, no need to blend, everything will become soft and edible one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hubby: Just listen to her (referring to me) enough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mil  : Cook porridge, add meat, carrot &amp;amp; spinach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? It's simple, rite? *phew*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-724431202444999189?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/724431202444999189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/10/simple-cooking-instruction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/724431202444999189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/724431202444999189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/10/simple-cooking-instruction.html' title='simple cooking instruction'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-1841930709942893445</id><published>2008-10-29T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T11:52:34.441+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>pre/postnatal depression</title><content type='html'>If that is what you call it. My mood has not yet improved since i was pregnant until now. 2008 passes like a breeze and before i knew it, it's already end of Oct. My Khye's 1st bday is another 3 months time, according to Chinese Lunar Calendar. One good thing is my weight has gone down and down, 53.5kg now thanks to sleep deprivation, taking care of Khye and keeping my sanity in check. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a short update on my hurricane life:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st&lt;br /&gt;Bedtime for Khye was painful for both of us since Aug. No matter how much effort spent in patting or singing, Khye just didn't want to sleep at all. We even made it a habit to wipe him clean just before bedtime, to make him more comfortable. But whenever the clock struck 9pm, both of us would be in fear. Our bedtime has always been 12am-1am, and at times we would only get to sleep at 2-2.30am but ended up waking up at 4-5am cos he'd wake up and cry for attention. I seriously doubted that our room was haunted. After asking a few people for, we finally went to BM to seek help from Kuan Yin. Kuan Yin told us that we as his parents should not start to fear Khye when the clock strikes 9pm. As a conclusion, we're the culprits for him not able to go to bed easily as it has already registered in our mind that he'll not sleep easily. A night after the visit to Kuan Yin temple, Khye finally settled down and slept at 10.30pm almost everyday, peacefully. If you want to know how to find this place, you may leave me a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd&lt;br /&gt;People just don't understand why mainland people need to beat the 7pm jam on bridge. Have they not noticed the long stretch of lorries queuing in front of Tesco &amp;amp; e-Gate? Have they not stuck on the bridge for hours for unexplainable reason? Okay, some people may argue that we should get a property in island to avoid the hassle. I like mainland, so wat?! I like my double-storey house on mainland, i like the idea of walking straight into my house without waiting for lift, i like the idea of not having to walk so far to throw my rubbish. Cannot ar? Just becos of the stupid jam, i have to get a RM1M property in island? Stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd&lt;br /&gt;I like rushing so much. I like to rush while feeding my Khye. I like to rush when eating. I like to rush when bathing. I like to rush when i clean my house. I like to rush when i'm working. I like to rush here and there. I like to rush, if you dun, stay away from me lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Khye is still slightly underweight after the doc visit last saturday. Must be due to the lack of sleep since few months ago. The rascal is becoming more and more active and a super duper busybody. He wants to touch and taste everything in his sight. Remote controls, bags, syilings, walls, doors, iron grills, chairs, etc. Dirty fella. The second pic is he trying to pass motion. I wonder how is he going to feel when he reads my blog next time, with his mama publishing all his funny photos :P :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                             &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SQfdEL659fI/AAAAAAAAAQI/fHBBMI_PIAI/s1600-h/IMG_2280+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262417753594787314" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SQfdEL659fI/AAAAAAAAAQI/fHBBMI_PIAI/s200/IMG_2280+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SQfdDWzWGeI/AAAAAAAAAQA/foqXuIN4cuw/s1600-h/IMG_2279+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262417739335997922" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SQfdDWzWGeI/AAAAAAAAAQA/foqXuIN4cuw/s200/IMG_2279+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-1841930709942893445?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/1841930709942893445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/10/prepostnatal-depression.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/1841930709942893445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/1841930709942893445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/10/prepostnatal-depression.html' title='pre/postnatal depression'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SQfdEL659fI/AAAAAAAAAQI/fHBBMI_PIAI/s72-c/IMG_2280+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-2145923252587657341</id><published>2008-10-15T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:10:26.166+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khye'/><title type='text'>ala jaychou</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;That's the cloth we used to wrap his tummy when he was younger. As cool as Jay Chou?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257381158652127538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SPX4TxpKqTI/AAAAAAAAAPw/3AP1QxX5h0A/s200/PICT0172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But his cool expression didn't last long. I forgot it's the sign for the following reaction :( Ladies and gentlemen, this is the rascal i have to deal with everynite before we go to sleep.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257382516362949810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SPX5izgptLI/AAAAAAAAAP4/pUeHQY58-BY/s200/PICT0174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-2145923252587657341?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/2145923252587657341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/10/ala-jaychou.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/2145923252587657341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/2145923252587657341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/10/ala-jaychou.html' title='ala jaychou'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SPX4TxpKqTI/AAAAAAAAAPw/3AP1QxX5h0A/s72-c/PICT0172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-6466340522425020326</id><published>2008-10-15T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T21:58:26.656+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>teething</title><content type='html'>Khye is getting very cranky now, even my parents couldn't stand him. He doesn't want to sleep, he doesn't want to play alone, he doesn't let us go out of his sight. That explains why i'm losing weight so fast. I've forgotten when was it when my weight was only 54kg. Then we found out this. A tiny white dot, his first tooth. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257378822194152642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SPX2LxqLRMI/AAAAAAAAAPg/v_WOvM-0fDk/s200/PICT0154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He bites everything in sight. Our coffee table legs, sofas, rubber mat, books, papers, toys, remote controls and even the wood of his baby cot. Sometimes i'll just let him have fun with his biscuits. Let him messes around on his rubber mat. Poor me will have to clean up everything after his small party.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257378826233939426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SPX2MAtVheI/AAAAAAAAAPo/GLHAnowFksc/s200/PICT0162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-6466340522425020326?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/6466340522425020326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/10/teething.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/6466340522425020326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/6466340522425020326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/10/teething.html' title='teething'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SPX2LxqLRMI/AAAAAAAAAPg/v_WOvM-0fDk/s72-c/PICT0154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-2633892775930551753</id><published>2008-10-07T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T11:41:49.290+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>indescribable</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;He did it again, 2nd time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to vent my anger into post. I want everybody to know what had happened last night, how hurt i was, how angry i was. But i just can't put it into words now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-2633892775930551753?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/2633892775930551753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/10/indescribable.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/2633892775930551753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/2633892775930551753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/10/indescribable.html' title='indescribable'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-7191383346442670237</id><published>2008-09-25T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T16:06:24.061+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>happy birthday to me</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to myself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm down with diarrhea and pms-ing...blekkkkkk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-7191383346442670237?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/7191383346442670237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-to-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/7191383346442670237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/7191383346442670237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='happy birthday to me'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-6880463440111350113</id><published>2008-09-18T15:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T15:42:25.157+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khye'/><title type='text'>cute</title><content type='html'>Khye is showing his mini michelin thighs. Hubby just sent me these pics. He looks so cute that i can't wait to go home and bite him. Clothes bought by my mum, the only sleeves set he has now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SNIFmKAss9I/AAAAAAAAAPI/MfsV7nlBzwE/s1600-h/DSC00296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247262668920501202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SNIFmKAss9I/AAAAAAAAAPI/MfsV7nlBzwE/s200/DSC00296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SNIFmTOFuEI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/BOap-vRe47o/s1600-h/DSC00297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247262671392585794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SNIFmTOFuEI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/BOap-vRe47o/s200/DSC00297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SNIFmqXqAjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Ps72cHjTsbA/s1600-h/DSC00299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247262677606728242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SNIFmqXqAjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Ps72cHjTsbA/s200/DSC00299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-6880463440111350113?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/6880463440111350113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/09/cute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/6880463440111350113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/6880463440111350113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/09/cute.html' title='cute'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SNIFmKAss9I/AAAAAAAAAPI/MfsV7nlBzwE/s72-c/DSC00296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-1712266448453592331</id><published>2008-09-17T14:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T14:24:16.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>body</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My weight is almost back to last time. Before, i only weighed around 55-56kg, and now 57kg. The main culprit is the spare tyre around my waist. When i look into my 4-feet dressing table mirror, the spare tyre looks just like a pouch. With no elasticity, ugly, soft, wrinkled, old, stretch marks all over. Honestly, it looks more like a "tu thor" (in hokkien), if you know what i mean. My waist was 26-40 and it's back to 26. But the spare tyre just dun want to go away, hence the extra 1kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And when i tot i was back to normal body shape (minus my pouch-like tummy), i saw this pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246870544148120866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="188" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SNCg9fZoxSI/AAAAAAAAAPA/hxToilOmV7c/s200/DSC00290.JPG" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was taken by hubby during my cousin's wedding. Let's focus on my bra strap, the bulging flesh, to be exact. So ugly, so embarassing! I used to stare at people who wear the wrong bras or wear bras that are &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;too-small-but-i-think-you-will-think-i'm-sexy&lt;/span&gt; with overflowing flesh, what a view *eyes rolling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess, the amount of exercise i do at home, e.g rocking a 7.6kg baby to sleep every night, does not help to tone my muscle. Have to go back and look for my expensive-super-huge Elken lingerie bra to hide the flesh. Blekk!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-1712266448453592331?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/1712266448453592331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/09/body.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/1712266448453592331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/1712266448453592331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/09/body.html' title='body'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SNCg9fZoxSI/AAAAAAAAAPA/hxToilOmV7c/s72-c/DSC00290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-9095906809416615433</id><published>2008-09-17T10:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T10:32:52.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>renovation</title><content type='html'>My room is mosquito free now. We can open the windows wide for the first time, at night. The last time i did that, my poor Khye ended up being feasted on by mosquitoes. 4 bites on both side of the cheeks and a few more on the michelin thighs. Initially, we only on the fan &amp;amp; air-cond. But due to electric price hike, we decided to use other alternative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reno our room last 2 weeks. Hubby engaged people to install an exhaust fan in each of the rooms, including mosquito netting. At first, we wanted to have the aluminum netting but it costs a bomb and there will be a lot of drilling, which means a lot of cleaning up to be done after that. I hated the idea so much. The last time we had to clean the room was when hubby decided to change a few tiles in the bathroom when I was pregnant. Nightmare in cleaning up. Finally, we settled for the easiest option, stick-on netting. It's a magnetic type where you can take them off and on conveniently. No drill, happy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby even custom made a cabinet for Khye's things including his toys, clothes and daily use stuff. Storeroom is also ready for me to put away junks. Our home looks more organized now with everything hidden in the store room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-9095906809416615433?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/9095906809416615433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/09/renovation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/9095906809416615433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/9095906809416615433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/09/renovation.html' title='renovation'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-3442390682184546306</id><published>2008-09-11T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T08:15:01.316+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khye'/><title type='text'>sleep</title><content type='html'>Khye can sleep at any place, anytime, in any position. I didn't realise i've captured so many pics of him sleeping. Here are some of them :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SMoqbw6QDwI/AAAAAAAAAOY/lMaYchSjnQg/s1600-h/may24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245051372500422402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" height="182" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SMoqbw6QDwI/AAAAAAAAAOY/lMaYchSjnQg/s200/may24.JPG" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SMoqdBpZ6RI/AAAAAAAAAO4/JQoq4HWrfLM/s1600-h/PICT4133_c.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SMjS7OSQaRI/AAAAAAAAAOI/LizHDslxZtY/s1600-h/W2014.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SMjS6_B_eCI/AAAAAAAAAOA/A8Dao-z0ey8/s1600-h/W1521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244673676866975778" style="WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" height="152" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SMjS6_B_eCI/AAAAAAAAAOA/A8Dao-z0ey8/s200/W1521.JPG" width="144" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SMoqbzvszAI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Kue96utdH-E/s1600-h/PICT0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245051373261474818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" height="180" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SMoqbzvszAI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Kue96utdH-E/s200/PICT0026.JPG" width="149" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SMjS7BgDrNI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/mM1j8f1c0JA/s1600-h/W2401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244673677529951442" style="CURSOR: hand" height="160" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SMjS7BgDrNI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/mM1j8f1c0JA/s200/W2401.JPG" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SMoqcXaH13I/AAAAAAAAAOo/Gy0eGECThSo/s1600-h/PICT4128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245051382834648946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="162" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SMoqcXaH13I/AAAAAAAAAOo/Gy0eGECThSo/s200/PICT4128.JPG" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SMjS69u1A-I/AAAAAAAAAN4/WZMK4tFQlvM/s1600-h/W0602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244673676518163426" style="WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" height="157" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SMjS69u1A-I/AAAAAAAAAN4/WZMK4tFQlvM/s200/W0602.JPG" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SMjS6lNrnzI/AAAAAAAAANw/Eb4P-nFzhzQ/s1600-h/DSC00269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244673669936684850" style="CURSOR: hand" height="160" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SMjS6lNrnzI/AAAAAAAAANw/Eb4P-nFzhzQ/s200/DSC00269.JPG" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-3442390682184546306?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/3442390682184546306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/09/sleep.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/3442390682184546306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/3442390682184546306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/09/sleep.html' title='sleep'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SMoqbw6QDwI/AAAAAAAAAOY/lMaYchSjnQg/s72-c/may24.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-9084369263552391957</id><published>2008-09-03T08:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T08:34:07.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khye'/><title type='text'>solid food</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was written 2 months ago and i just found it somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;July 28&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was our 3rd attempt in feeding Khye solid food and it went so smoothly, unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;Our 1st &amp;amp; 2nd attempt was disasterous. We decided to start him on solid food last week, when he was in week 24. Happily, i mixed the rice cereal with some milk. It turned out more milk than rice cereal and i thought the mixture was just nice for baby. Dun want him to choke. Our first mistake was to wiped him clean BEFORE feeding him. As soon as i brought the mouth to his mouth and his tongue tasted it, the drama started. He wailed, cried, spit, struggled, kicked and did whatever he could to break free from hubby's arm, as if we're trying to force him drink vinegar. Khye is strong physically &amp;amp; vocally. And i thought all babies like to munch. Hubby and i was worried to see him acted in such way, but didn't want to give up, i forced another mouthful of cereal into his mouth. The drama continued.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was taken back by his rejection. He used to watch us eat and got so excited and at times will mimic our munching action with sound "mam mam mam mam mam".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We tried our luck for the 3rd time. Suprisingly, no hassle and no more rejection. This time, he was getting impatient waiting for the spoon to reach his mouth. The moment i took the spoon out from his mouth, he will be prostesting non-stop. I have to increase my speed. In the end, we have a satisfied baby &amp;amp; 2 tired adults.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241586138040676562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SL3a0kmGsNI/AAAAAAAAAM4/GS65_VopMUM/s320/PICT0058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My milk storage after i started him on solid food, last month. I forgot to take the pic of my fridge today. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241586508709492818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SL3bKJcb-FI/AAAAAAAAANA/kSCtKBKayb8/s200/PICT4182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-9084369263552391957?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/9084369263552391957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/09/solid-food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/9084369263552391957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/9084369263552391957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/09/solid-food.html' title='solid food'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SL3a0kmGsNI/AAAAAAAAAM4/GS65_VopMUM/s72-c/PICT0058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-3808634252111601446</id><published>2008-08-10T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T18:40:34.615+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Khye won't be back until tomorrow. In the meanwhile, hubby gets to work without disturbance &amp;amp; my eyes get to feast on the photos uploaded on Facebook. Believe it or not, i get to online since 2pm today. I barely get to do this when Khye is around. He does take up a lot of our time. Usually, hubby &amp;amp; i will try our best to put him to sleep before we get to do our own work. We spend 30-40mins to get him to sleep, but he only sleeps for 20-30mins and he's a light sleeper. Weekdays, no matter how i try to work at home at night, i will never be successful. Only one of us gets to work at night. But come to think of it, he is more important than work wat :P And i hardly get to update my blogs now, not to talk about blog for money which i used to do last year. How to work with him demanding for your attention all the time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232835822111597042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SJ7EdJjmofI/AAAAAAAAAMo/cFY4CYbToPE/s320/PICT0051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SJ7FBP9RFrI/AAAAAAAAAMw/IR6ea-jux2c/s1600-h/PICT0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232836442305140402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SJ7FBP9RFrI/AAAAAAAAAMw/IR6ea-jux2c/s320/PICT0055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With him around, it's bitter sweet i would say. He is very generous with his gummy smile &amp;amp; recently he knows how to laugh. Just give him his favourite Lamaze doggie and you'll get to hear a lot of "heh-heh-heh...heh-heh-heh". On the other hand it's bitter cos at times he does confuse himself whether to eat or sleep, when he's hugnry+sleepy at the same time. There was one time, i drank coffee during lunch, expressed my milk after that and he drank it. In the end, 3 of us slept around 1am cos he can't sleep and was crying for whole night :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As conclusion, with a baby around, you'll have to sacrifice about 70% of your time for the baby. Am i correct? I'm glad we didn't get twins now though i wished for a pair when i was pregnant :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-3808634252111601446?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/3808634252111601446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/08/time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/3808634252111601446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/3808634252111601446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/08/time.html' title='time'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SJ7EdJjmofI/AAAAAAAAAMo/cFY4CYbToPE/s72-c/PICT0051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-4808355185945856458</id><published>2008-07-24T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T21:05:34.879+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khye'/><title type='text'>3-of-us</title><content type='html'>I was always curious how our baby would look like when he was still in my tummy. Most of the people we know say that hubby and i look alike. Not only we look alike, we're both Librans, our Chinese birthday is a day apart, we are two hard-headed persons. When we're angry with each other, we'll have cold war. One thing that will make us different, i get irritated over slightest thing while he is always the one who is willing to tolerate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pics I found. So do we look alike? One thing for sure, he doesn't inherit my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226565152232899282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SIh9UH5HAtI/AAAAAAAAAMY/-_-bk5k2T-o/s320/!3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226565940134247554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SIh-B_DbfII/AAAAAAAAAMg/GLufTqnbSfE/s320/P1010025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-4808355185945856458?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/4808355185945856458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/07/3-of-us.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/4808355185945856458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/4808355185945856458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/07/3-of-us.html' title='3-of-us'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SIh9UH5HAtI/AAAAAAAAAMY/-_-bk5k2T-o/s72-c/!3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-4537249382492358273</id><published>2008-07-24T20:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T20:43:58.164+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khye'/><title type='text'>Khye-o-Khye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've just sent Khye to my mum's place. Both of us have sleepless nights since Sunday. Not sure what happened to him or due to teething, i cannot tolerate his crankiness anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, life is so peaceful at home. Hubby went out to meet up with friends. Me, sitting in front of Astro and online using our very own Streamyx account. Wondering why didn't i update my blogs and start earning money again? I'll tell you why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have to leave office latest by 6pm or earlier. Our usual routine after work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6.45pm : Pick him from in-laws's place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7.00pm : Reach home. I'll bathe first while hubby wipes him clean before changing him into his pyjama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7.15pm : Hubby's turn to bathe while i heat up the milk. At the same time, putting his feeding bottles &amp;amp; my breastpump into the sterilizer. Feed him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7.40pm : Milk time for me while hubby takes his dinner. Sometimes hubby will be waiting for me to finish while playing with Khye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8.00pm : Take dinner while watching news, if Khye behaves. If not, we'll have to take turns to soothe him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8.30pm : Complete everything. Hubby will work or play with him, while i wash everything in the kitchen. We switch roles sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9.00pm : Milk time again before watching HHD while attending to Khye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9.30pm : Khye's feeding time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10.00pm: Take out feeding bottles from sterilizer, boil hot water for the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10.30pm: If we're lucky, we'll get to sleep right after the HHD show. If not, we'll have to entertain Khye until 12am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With him around, i feel stressed. But now i'm missing him a little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See my Dr. Jekyll-Khye &amp;amp; Mr. Hyde-Khye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SIh3o6efPiI/AAAAAAAAAMI/smQwpnNMj0w/s1600-h/DSC_0150_cry.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226558912339066402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SIh3o6efPiI/AAAAAAAAAMI/smQwpnNMj0w/s320/DSC_0150_cry.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SIh4B2uNbnI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/tE9eRTXcNIw/s1600-h/DSC_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226559340827995762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SIh4B2uNbnI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/tE9eRTXcNIw/s320/DSC_0113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-4537249382492358273?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/4537249382492358273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/07/khye-o-khye.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/4537249382492358273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/4537249382492358273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/07/khye-o-khye.html' title='Khye-o-Khye'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SIh3o6efPiI/AAAAAAAAAMI/smQwpnNMj0w/s72-c/DSC_0150_cry.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-1986918659046907075</id><published>2008-05-22T17:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T17:20:44.577+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khye'/><title type='text'>smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SDU6Q0ftvFI/AAAAAAAAAL4/oupnT-NRw_s/s1600-h/W1401_smile.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203129005140458578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SDU6Q0ftvFI/AAAAAAAAAL4/oupnT-NRw_s/s320/W1401_smile.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Baby Khye was at mum's place since last Fri morning cos we wanted to take time off from him &amp;amp; partly also becos i know my parents miss him. MIL almost cried when we told her about the plan on Thurs night. Told you, Baby Khye is hubby's "youngest bro"now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad told us Baby Khye loves to smile now. Even slightest sound will make him giggle. One time, they took him for a stroll at supermarket. He gave gummy smile to a lady and I think the lady must have melted there and then. “Baby, how many times do I have to tell you, dun smile at strangers?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203129383097580642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SDU6m0ftvGI/AAAAAAAAAMA/GMgClNDIxcI/s320/W1421_smile.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-1986918659046907075?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/1986918659046907075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/05/smile.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/1986918659046907075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/1986918659046907075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/05/smile.html' title='smile'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SDU6Q0ftvFI/AAAAAAAAAL4/oupnT-NRw_s/s72-c/W1401_smile.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-5400674605138758342</id><published>2008-05-15T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T11:21:28.443+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khye'/><title type='text'>sons exchange</title><content type='html'>Now i understand why DILs &amp;amp; MILs (especially newly weds or new mothers) will forever clash with each other. Not only they do things differently, they think differently as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like for my case, i always want my baby to exercise his little hands and legs freely and dislike putting mittens &amp;amp; boots on him. Mil thinks otherwise as she's afraid that he will catch a cold. When he cries when he's upset with something or gets uncomfortable, i'll soothe him with pacifier, massage his tummy or carry him for a while until he stops, then i will put him down on his mattress again. If under mil's care, she will pat &amp;amp; carry him around the house for like 30mins or so and will only put him down when he falls asleep or when we ask her to. She gets very agitated whenever the baby cries and i pretty sure she does feel like crying together with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People must be thinking i'm a cold blooded mother when i dun attend to him immediately when he cries. If you analyze your baby’s crying, you will know what he wants from the sound of his cry. Crying for milk/water? Crying cos he pees/poos? Upset tummy? Or just crying out for attention. Perhaps mil sees me acting that way, therefore she tries to be there as much as possible for her grandson. And that's also why i feel that my son is slowly becoming her son. Do you believe in karma? I do now. I have her son, she has mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200439240315684770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SCur75sEx6I/AAAAAAAAALs/gKDFvwyk004/s320/PICT0047bright.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-5400674605138758342?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/5400674605138758342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/05/sons-exchange.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/5400674605138758342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/5400674605138758342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/05/sons-exchange.html' title='sons exchange'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SCur75sEx6I/AAAAAAAAALs/gKDFvwyk004/s72-c/PICT0047bright.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-528291319821353653</id><published>2008-05-09T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T13:22:39.190+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khye'/><title type='text'>bathing time</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when i'm feeling extremely tired, i will pass the bathing task to hubby. Baby Khye is getting very "violent" nowadays and keeps wanting to show off his flying kick. So whenever we put him in the bath tub, he will be struggling and kicking all over the place and of cos he loves water too. I managed to snap a few pics of him, but some didn't turn out well, cos he moves too much and i was using a low end digicam. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198238421635883634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="243" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SCPaTZNk4nI/AAAAAAAAALU/6BEK9LbMDkc/s320/ba1.jpg" width="172" border="0" /&gt;Papa was dressing him up. Pretty hard job too, he thinks people are playing with him when we hold his hands and legs. He is very ticklish too, just like his Papa dearest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SCPZ_pNk4mI/AAAAAAAAALM/Ne30W5Gwyps/s1600-h/PICT0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198238082333467234" style="CURSOR: hand" height="289" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SCPZ_pNk4mI/AAAAAAAAALM/Ne30W5Gwyps/s320/PICT0038.JPG" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Finally...thanks, Pa=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198239160370258562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="203" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SCPa-ZNk4oI/AAAAAAAAALc/urQFemunWjU/s320/PICT0045.JPG" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think all babies grow very fast. During his stays in the hospital, he was only wearing S-size pampers which was proven too big for him. His legs did look like frog legs. And now just look at his Michelin thighs from above =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198243111740170898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="176" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SCPekZNk4pI/AAAAAAAAALk/QzcHzZVJduw/s320/B.jpg" width="234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-528291319821353653?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/528291319821353653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/05/bathing-time.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/528291319821353653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/528291319821353653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/05/bathing-time.html' title='bathing time'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SCPaTZNk4nI/AAAAAAAAALU/6BEK9LbMDkc/s72-c/ba1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-1336249005890070481</id><published>2008-05-06T12:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T13:01:08.554+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khye'/><title type='text'>babytalk</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This was captured last Friday while we were taking our dinner. He does this most of the time and even wakes up in the middle fo the night looking for entertainment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-504168c15cff70aa" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D504168c15cff70aa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330012862%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D670179DB4638501028A25A03CA9998F003B1BF7.66B8204C981E6AB584268170A6E7C3D43B544864%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D504168c15cff70aa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEoHh9vaDMykHGlEwAVSTUybVZ7Q&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D504168c15cff70aa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330012862%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D670179DB4638501028A25A03CA9998F003B1BF7.66B8204C981E6AB584268170A6E7C3D43B544864%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D504168c15cff70aa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEoHh9vaDMykHGlEwAVSTUybVZ7Q&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-1336249005890070481?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=504168c15cff70aa&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/1336249005890070481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/05/babytalk.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/1336249005890070481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/1336249005890070481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/05/babytalk.html' title='babytalk'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-2067407383453700838</id><published>2008-04-29T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T13:37:41.930+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Latest addition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've been delaying this post due to laziness &amp;amp; tired-ness. So, ladies and gentlemen, say hello to the new addition of the Tee family - Baby Khye, born on CNY eve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194536954437476802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SBaz1pXiocI/AAAAAAAAAK0/O1Yh-hdivx0/s320/Picture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started like this, on 4Feb, while i was having CNY mood, my water bag leaked during lunch in office. Was thinking that it must be just another false alarm, my due date was still 6 weeks away and no way i would deliver so early. Hubby still insisted to bring me to hospital for checkup and i got lectured by him for wanting to delay it. As you know, i also happen to have a very "kin cheong" mum who will get "kin cheong" whenever something happen to her daughters. Reached hospital, the nurse sent me to labor room for checkup after i told that my water bag leaked. For the 1st time in my entire life, i was "poked", not once, not twice, but thrice on the same day!! Nurse#1 poked and related her findings to Nurse#2. Nurse#2 wanted to confirm, again. After talking among themselves, they went to get my gynae who was on duty in the labor room and I had my 3rd time. Finally, after a few embarrassments, i was admitted for observation, konon la. Oh yeah, i cried when they told me that i may have to deliver early. Cos I wanted a Mickey instead of Piggy! Anyway, i was given 3 injections to toughen my baby lungs, just in case he decided to come out early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 2nd day, my gynae scanned and checked my tummy before breaking me the bad news (or izzit a good one). I have to either deliver on that very night or next morning otherwise, i'd lose the baby. The first thing i did was to call up my sis &amp;amp; mum cos i didn't want to disturb hubby at his meeting. The nurse induced me with 1st dose. At about 10am, i sent hubby this message "Call me immediately after your meeting!" which he did right after he received the message. After telling him what the doc said, he remained very calm or he was just trying to be calm, i have no idea. It's a good thing i did pack all my things the week before, so it was quite easy for hubby to search and sapu everything to the hospital for me. Before i was induced with second dose, parents came and asked me whether did i crave for any food and that i better fill up my stomach before going into labor. Honestly, i was still very upset cos i had to deliver early and no appetite to even eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i was having dinner with hubby, the nurse came and gave me the second dose. It was when the pain started and i could hardly finish my dinner. Nurse told me to press the bell for her if the pain became unbearable. Uh-oh... The pain started around 5.20pm and about 10pm, the pain became unbearable where hubby had to call the nurse in. Unfortunately, my cervix was not open yet so i had to wait some more. At 11pm, i was screaming for hubby to get the nurse again, and yet my cervix was only 1cm wide. Hubby went to sleep in the car as he was asked to leave the ward cos no husband is allowed to stay overnight. At 12.15am, my gynae came to check on me. What he did was to you-know-what to burst my water bag and i was soaked with water &amp;amp; blood. And the pain...i woke everybody in the room, just imagine it. Gynae summoned the nurse to send me to labor room &amp;amp; i called hubby immediately. Hubby rushed all the way from the car park to the main door but it was already locked, so he had to run to the emergency entrance before he reached my bed, looking paler than me. One thing i dun like about the hospital, i was already in pain after the nurse cleaned me up &amp;amp; she asked me to walk all the way to the labor room, without a wheelchair. Hubby almost screamed at them but i didn't care as all i wanted to do was to lie down on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;While lying on the bed, i was thinking how should i breathe &amp;amp; push. I was already very tired and the pain was making me nuts. Just imagine you have 2 bricks coming out from your ovaries. Or you're trying to pull a gigantic lorry with your waist. That painful. Parents were outside waiting until 3am before hubby asked them to go home and rest. They even bought roti canai for him...hahaha. Hubby came back into the room and told me, he's going to ask the doc to operate me rather than see me in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 5am, my gynae returned and told me, it's getting dangerous and i must undergo C-sect since my cervix was till not opened yet. I asked the nurse to find hubby as he was no where to be seen. He was again shoo-ed away by the nurse and was resting in the car. The nurse started to prepare me for the operation. A tube was inserted to my left hand twice cos the nurse couldn't find the vein. Stupid nurse! Then she inserted another tube for urinating which made me extremely uncomfortable. I was then pushed in the walkway where hubby was already waiting for me. It was really an unforgettable experience for me, being pushed around and feeling uncomfortable and always feeling the urge to pass urine. The pain didn't really subside either. I was telling hubby that i was very very scared and my heart was going to jump out from my mouth. He asked me to relax and calmed me down, which i didn't of cos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot remember how many beds the nurses transferred me into. An anesthetic doc was waiting for me and when he finally gave me the anesthetic injection, i went numb from waist down and immediately felt so comfortable. No more pain, no more urge to pass urine. Heaven... Before my gyane came, i kept asking the anesthetic doc to check over and over again whether or not my body was really numb. Silly of me but i couldn't help it. I was really really afraid. My gyane came and started the operation. My friends told me, i can actually see what he's doing by looking at the reflection on the lights above me. Crazy, why would i want to see that?!?! Anyway, all i know was i kept praying, opening &amp;amp; squeezing my palms so hard that one of the nurses came to grab them. I distract myself from hearing the sounds of the equipment, by thinking of other things. Suddenly, i heard my baby crying very loud. Did i cry together with him? The answer is no, i was too nervous to act. They cleaned him and brought him near my face to show me it's a baby boy before holding him near to my face. I could smell him, i could see his tiny pink face &amp;amp; hear his breathing. He was so tiny, only 2.45kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything lasted for like 2 hours, including having me under observation after C-sect. I was expecting hubby to follow the baby to the nursery, but he didn't. He waited patiently outside the operating theatre until they sent me back to my room. I dozed off like i haven't slept for years. Mission accomplished and that’s how I spent my CNY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-2067407383453700838?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/2067407383453700838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/04/latest-addition.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/2067407383453700838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/2067407383453700838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/04/latest-addition.html' title='Latest addition'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/SBaz1pXiocI/AAAAAAAAAK0/O1Yh-hdivx0/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-251972481083068544</id><published>2008-01-31T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T16:51:08.227+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>loooongggg winded</title><content type='html'>Can you identify the most long-winded person in my family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad speaks slowly and repeats a phrase a few times before he finally finishes his sentence. e.g "I went to see that person, that person, i went to see that person in charge......."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum repeats the same story to different group of listeners on separate occassions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fil seldom repeat his words nor sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mil normally repeats a story 1+n(n=number of people in the same room) times. She will relate a story to everybody in the living room, then repeats the same story to each and everyone again: 1 time for fil, 1 time for hubby, 1 time  for me although all of us are sitting in the same living room. A total of 4 times at least. She even asks the same questions over and over again. My mum does that too but not so frequent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next question: How do you stop a long winded person from repeating the same stories?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-251972481083068544?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/251972481083068544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/01/loooongggg-winded.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/251972481083068544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/251972481083068544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/01/loooongggg-winded.html' title='loooongggg winded'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-5933332053739726346</id><published>2008-01-21T15:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T15:24:32.165+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>i hate this</title><content type='html'>I know it's disgusting!! I have no idea how it started and why it happened. If you're lucky you will not get this during your pregnancy. I applied stretch mark lotion when i was 5 months pregnant and when the marks weren't even there. By 6th month, i thought i was very lucky to be blessed with no marks on my tummy. But i was so wrong. The marks appeared on 7th month and the lines are getting more each day. It's 3D, long and deep mark. I still put on a lot of lotion every night but to no avail. I have to bear with the marks for the rest of my life. No more low waist jeans for me. Come, cry together with me. Oh yeah, my belly button is as ugly too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157825886812068546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/R5RHURS_WsI/AAAAAAAAAKs/NS8fTQNq8nc/s320/PICT0029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-5933332053739726346?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/5933332053739726346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-hate-this.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/5933332053739726346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/5933332053739726346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-hate-this.html' title='i hate this'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/R5RHURS_WsI/AAAAAAAAAKs/NS8fTQNq8nc/s72-c/PICT0029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-8703688658426517462</id><published>2008-01-21T14:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T15:16:00.163+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>2 months to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I’m finally 8th month pregnant. The government doc suspected i have placenta pravia when i was 28weeks pregnant. It's the case where placenta is lying low in uterus when it should be located quite high on top. Normally, people with placenta pravia will experience bleeding during pregnancy or even early delivery. Scary or not? First, the government doc suspected that i have diabetes &amp;amp; hypertension due to my weight increased 4kg in a month. The result showed negative. Now they want to scare me with placenta pravia. I have to go for a few rounds of scanning and check up to ensure the placenta is still at the same place and not lower. In the meantime, I cannot do any house chores at all. All I need to do is sit and rest for the rest of my pregnancy. No more 3 hours walk in shopping centers now. Oh yeah, I’m going to post a baby p*orn pic here. Guess what’s that. I asked the doc to focus on that "part" so that I can bring the pic back and show everybody including in-laws =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157824598321879730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/R5RGJRS_WrI/AAAAAAAAAKk/NOJ-A2y0TOQ/s320/Picture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, my weight only increased 0.5kg from last month when it should be 1kg. Must be due to the toothache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-8703688658426517462?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/8703688658426517462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/01/2-months-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/8703688658426517462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/8703688658426517462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/01/2-months-to-go.html' title='2 months to go'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/R5RGJRS_WrI/AAAAAAAAAKk/NOJ-A2y0TOQ/s72-c/Picture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-2756860641411831828</id><published>2008-01-17T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T11:13:44.521+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>more items</title><content type='html'>I just love Avent products (this is not a paid post). We did a lot of shopping last month since there were so many holidays. Hubby and i went to a few shops and shopping complexes to compare Avent products before buying them. Finally, we ended up buying the products from a shop at Raja Uda, operated by a young couple. The shop was having opening promotion and i guessed we were just lucky. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since we've decided to breastfeed exclusively and not depending on formula, we decided to get Avent ISIS Manual Breast Pump. The electric pump is much better option but the price is a bit too high for us. Many of my friends recommended manual pump as you can control the pressure and not hurt your nipples badly. So just got Avent ISIS Manual Breast Pump for RM175.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156277009935981154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/R47GnxS_WmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/lZAZuVBzpvk/s320/hero_isispump.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FIL doesn't like the idea of sending the baby to baby-sitter, so MIL offers to take care of the baby full time, excluding night time. To ease her baby sitting task, hubby got Avent iQ 24 Electronic Steam Sterilizer so that she dun have to sterilize the bottles using traditional way and it's time consuming. I can also use this sterilizer to cleanse my breast pump. The price, RM409. Pretty expensive but i hope mil knows how to use it. I haven't learned myself :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156277138785000050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/R47GvRS_WnI/AAAAAAAAAKE/u71lL5yRAZg/s320/hero_iq24.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;We are supposed to get Avent Express Bottle and Baby Food Warmer from the same shop but it was out of stock. This item is selling like hot cakes according to the shop owner which i doubt so. RM220 for a set like that, who would buy it except working people like us. Frozen or refrigerated breast milk is not supposed to be boiled or heated by microwave. MIL will be having hard time to heat up refrigerated breastmilk, so this is a necessity for her. Just 4 mins and you will have a just nice milk to feed the baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156277293403822722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/R47G4RS_WoI/AAAAAAAAAKM/2T_GOCumGKY/s320/hero_foodwarmer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the shop owners love us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* all pics are taken from &lt;a href="http://www.aventamerica.com/"&gt;Avent&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-2756860641411831828?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/2756860641411831828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/01/more-items.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/2756860641411831828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/2756860641411831828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/01/more-items.html' title='more items'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/R47GnxS_WmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/lZAZuVBzpvk/s72-c/hero_isispump.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-7582526737540398424</id><published>2008-01-17T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T10:54:35.183+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>where are my toes</title><content type='html'>I just realised this morning, i cannot see my toes while i was having my shower in the bathroom!!! Hubby has been very helpful to cut my toe nails for me although he dun shapethe nails like i always do. I need to sit on a stool or my bed to put on my pants since i cannot bend easily anymore. My waistline is 40 inches with a 41 inches butt. I had to get new bras last month with much bigger cups. I'm turning into a giant mama. Another weight measurement tomorrow and i think it's going to touch 75kg. Darn.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-7582526737540398424?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/7582526737540398424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/01/where-are-my-toes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/7582526737540398424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/7582526737540398424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/01/where-are-my-toes.html' title='where are my toes'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-6948029426224948202</id><published>2008-01-08T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T09:55:22.135+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>don't you just love chocs</title><content type='html'>I took a short trip to the kitchen in between advertisements to have a glass of water. Right after that, i went back to the sofa and turned into a mermaid. All of a sudden, hubby leaned down on my face, grinning, with one finger poking on one side of my cheek. Then he repeated his action with another side of my cheek. I thought he was trying to be funny. You know what, he was actually checking whether did i slip any Hershey's into my mouth or not. @#$#@!! But can't blame him too, i'm now in my 30th week of pregnancy and facing serious constipation problem :P I visit the toilet 2-3 times a week compared to daily. The constipation started 2 weeks ago but still i cannot resist chocs after each meal. I just love the feeling of chocs melting in my mouth to cleanse my tongue after eating. Guess i will have to take more veggies &amp;amp; fruits and avoid chocs (hardest thing to do) :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-6948029426224948202?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/6948029426224948202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/01/dont-you-just-love-chocs.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/6948029426224948202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/6948029426224948202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2008/01/dont-you-just-love-chocs.html' title='don&apos;t you just love chocs'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-8914275027887915452</id><published>2007-12-19T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T16:00:06.613+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>happy 1st anniversary to me =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hubby got something for me from his business trip last week. Well, i did "remind" him to get me something for our 1st anniversary which falls on 11/11 of Chinese lunar calendar. I didn't really expect him to get me anything, honest ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i walked out from the bathroom, this is what i saw on my pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145590255130204738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/R2jPExS_WkI/AAAAAAAAAJs/f8pmvFhgwOs/s320/DSC00073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't tell me it's a watch!", i blurted. *slapped forehead* I always talk too fast and too straightforward, but it didn't mean i do not like the gift. But he sure knows what i like besides food &amp;amp; shoes (and him) - watches. Other than free watches from aunt, the first watch i got from hubby too a few years ago. Unfortunately, the battery died last 2 weeks and we didn’t have time to renew the battery. So he bought me another limited edition watch as a wedding gift =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145590431223863890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/R2jPPBS_WlI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/JeUTnrTGIFc/s320/DSC00074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what to buy for him and whatever i buy will not be a surprise for him cos i dun get to use the car alone. He is my loyal chauffeur. So, in return i treated him dinner at TGIF. Highly recommended and the portion served is big. Try out their 3 course meal promotion, it's really worth it. We’re going for second dinner at Ben’s Diner tonight while waiting for bro-in-law &amp;amp; gf to arrive at the airport. Life is so fun. By the way, today is my last working day for this year :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Xmas, Happy New Year &amp;amp; Happy 1st Anniversary to me &amp;amp; hubby :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-8914275027887915452?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/8914275027887915452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-1st-anniversary-to-me.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/8914275027887915452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/8914275027887915452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-1st-anniversary-to-me.html' title='happy 1st anniversary to me =)'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/R2jPExS_WkI/AAAAAAAAAJs/f8pmvFhgwOs/s72-c/DSC00073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-7267361994003747740</id><published>2007-12-10T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T12:26:03.770+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>sui boh</title><content type='html'>After viewing the pics taken on my sis's wedding day, i went back to my own wedding day pics :D We hired a pro photographer to cover our wedding days from morning, as early as 6am until 10pm+. There are a few pics which i like very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/R1y57WrW9iI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dIznyN_ycTg/s1600-h/_ICT2258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142189303901124130" style="CURSOR: hand" height="250" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/R1y57WrW9iI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dIznyN_ycTg/s320/_ICT2258.JPG" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/R1y6GGrW9kI/AAAAAAAAAJU/z1HXuXB6gzY/s1600-h/_ICT2381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142189488584717890" style="CURSOR: hand" height="203" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/R1y6GGrW9kI/AAAAAAAAAJU/z1HXuXB6gzY/s320/_ICT2381.JPG" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The Cicak-man is none other than hubby, in one of his ordeal, getting the sweets off from the wall using only his mouth &amp;amp; no chairs. This was specially prepared by his truly...hehehehe..... Hubby complained that i didn't take into consideration that he might actually slammed on the wall and break his 2 front tooth. Oppssss.... :P Lantak :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/R1y6BWrW9jI/AAAAAAAAAJM/EdN760K6Hec/s1600-h/_ICT2301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142189406980339250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/R1y6BWrW9jI/AAAAAAAAAJM/EdN760K6Hec/s320/_ICT2301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My wedding dinner place (before and after). In-laws dun like the food served in hotels. So since FIL wanted to invite a lot of guests, we rented hubby's secondary school hall, the only place where it can accommodate 73tables and it's air-cond. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/R1y-u2rW9lI/AAAAAAAAAJc/3T3jlfU_Gzc/s1600-h/_ICT2825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142194586710898258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/R1y-u2rW9lI/AAAAAAAAAJc/3T3jlfU_Gzc/s320/_ICT2825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/R1y-12rW9mI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gaGRzl2pWb4/s1600-h/_ICT3064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142194706969982562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/R1y-12rW9mI/AAAAAAAAAJk/gaGRzl2pWb4/s320/_ICT3064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-7267361994003747740?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/7267361994003747740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/12/sui-boh.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/7267361994003747740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/7267361994003747740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/12/sui-boh.html' title='sui boh'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/R1y57WrW9iI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dIznyN_ycTg/s72-c/_ICT2258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-4150972112949907514</id><published>2007-12-10T11:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T11:23:08.004+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>are you hot?</title><content type='html'>Was it just me or was it due to the weather? My body temperature is rising and it's not fun. I was home alone yesterday after hubby left for his badminton practice. I perspired a lot. So, in order to not get dehydrated, I drank lots of water. In the end what I did yesterday was perspired-drank water-toilet, every 15-30mins. Crazy. I kept feeling pressure on my cervix, as if the baby is forcing himself out. Siao, too early :P Maybe the space is my tummy is getting smaller for him. Was so tired I even dozed off while watching CSI. Took late lunch with hubby and finally I started my ironing task at about 5.30pm. And my whole body was wet an hour later &amp;amp; I had to wash my hair for the second time of the day. Pimples decided to say hello too, all 6 of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-4150972112949907514?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/4150972112949907514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/12/are-you-hot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/4150972112949907514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/4150972112949907514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/12/are-you-hot.html' title='are you hot?'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-8394203651027077624</id><published>2007-12-07T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T11:25:00.247+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>from a girl to a lady</title><content type='html'>While waiting for lunch and i have nothing better to do, I went thru the pics of hubby and i since our courting days. I looked so small, where all my shirts were only S/M size (year 2004-2006)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/R1i3fFMHacI/AAAAAAAAAIs/woWyhnVXqDA/s1600-h/PC250019.JPG"&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141060719240243650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/R1i3fFMHacI/AAAAAAAAAIs/woWyhnVXqDA/s200/PC250019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/R1i26VMHabI/AAAAAAAAAIk/eJ8zKS66cwY/s1600-h/20050222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141060087880051122" style="CURSOR: hand" height="172" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/R1i26VMHabI/AAAAAAAAAIk/eJ8zKS66cwY/s200/20050222.JPG" width="155" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/R1i4-VMHadI/AAAAAAAAAI0/zwv2ffZs-1I/s1600-h/PICT0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141062355622783442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/R1i4-VMHadI/AAAAAAAAAI0/zwv2ffZs-1I/s200/PICT0137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look what happened to me by the end of 2007, with a 40inch butt &amp;amp; 37inch belly:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141063115831994850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/R1i5qlMHaeI/AAAAAAAAAI8/b3JTIaPKF3U/s200/PC010122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-8394203651027077624?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/8394203651027077624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/12/from-girl-to-lady.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/8394203651027077624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/8394203651027077624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/12/from-girl-to-lady.html' title='from a girl to a lady'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/R1i3fFMHacI/AAAAAAAAAIs/woWyhnVXqDA/s72-c/PC250019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-1193586319567740982</id><published>2007-12-06T09:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T13:57:04.774+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>have you seen swollen legs before?</title><content type='html'>This is how they look like, my swollen legs. Look like pig knuckles or not? And i'm turning into &lt;a href="http://clsyee.blogspot.com/2007/12/mama-zombie.html"&gt;zombie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/R1dSXlMHaZI/AAAAAAAAAIU/lELOjnCO4Ck/s1600-h/PICT0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140668064740108690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/R1dSXlMHaZI/AAAAAAAAAIU/lELOjnCO4Ck/s200/PICT0053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/R1dSEFMHaYI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YOOG5wwKGP8/s1600-h/PICT0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/R1dSpFMHaaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/sTCkWYuWPpg/s1600-h/PICT0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140668365387819426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/R1dSpFMHaaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/sTCkWYuWPpg/s200/PICT0054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-1193586319567740982?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/1193586319567740982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/12/have-you-seen-swollen-legs-before.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/1193586319567740982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/1193586319567740982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/12/have-you-seen-swollen-legs-before.html' title='have you seen swollen legs before?'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/R1dSXlMHaZI/AAAAAAAAAIU/lELOjnCO4Ck/s72-c/PICT0053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-3819429684075036990</id><published>2007-12-05T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T16:53:20.091+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>F-O-O-D</title><content type='html'>Whenever i see people with sachets of Nescafe, Old Town White Coffee, Aik Cheong 2-in-1 Coffee, Kopiko etc etc, i just wish i could join them. Think of the coffee aroma the moment you pour hot water into your cup, the moment you stir it...heaven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get back into reality. I have to refrain myself from taking all these caffeinated drinks. I dun even remember the last time i enjoyed a cup of nescafe. Was it the red packet or the green one? Now i'm craving for coffee &amp;amp; carbonated drinks &amp;amp; ice cream. You can give me ice cream at anytime and i will just swallow the whole thing without second thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, after dinner, hubby and i decided to dropby at a newly opened shop selling baby stuff near our house. The business was so good and the things are so much cheaper compared to Jusco/Sunshine. Too bad we have bought almost everything during Jusco sale 2 weeks ago :P For a same baby bath tub, we got it for RM25 at Jusco but the shop sells it for RM14. 20% off for all Avent products except breast pump. Heartache only. Am having headache to choose from different types of breast pump. There are manual, electric &amp;amp; battery operated. Prices ranges from very low to very high, RM88 to RM699. Should i get a cheap one and breastfeed for 2months plus? Should i invest in a better one to last me longer, say 10months? But then again, will i be producing enough or it will stop after 2-3 months? So cheap one or reliable one? Headache only. In the end we didn't get anything breast pump again, but got myself a tin of&lt;br /&gt;Karihome goat milk powder. Minum Anmum + karihome goat milk = me sihat &amp;amp; kuat :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-3819429684075036990?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/3819429684075036990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/12/f-o-o-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/3819429684075036990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/3819429684075036990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/12/f-o-o-d.html' title='F-O-O-D'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-3990576813668499479</id><published>2007-11-27T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T15:35:20.782+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>how to escape</title><content type='html'>If we follow Chinese Lunar Calendar, our very first wedding anniversary will fall on 20Dec (11th month 11th day) this year, which is also on the same day as Raya Haji. Since hubby's dept may also shutdown until next year, and i have 1 week leave to clear, we are going to...*deng* *deng* *deng*....stay at home whole week until New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, where else to go lar? Go makan? Go shopping? Please give me some suggestions. I dun want to stay at home and watch Astro. Oh yeah, hubby subscribed Astro Metro for me. He also moved the Poang chair back to my territory, under the fan, in front of the aircond :D Dun you wish you have a hubby like mine? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-3990576813668499479?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/3990576813668499479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-to-escape.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/3990576813668499479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/3990576813668499479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/11/how-to-escape.html' title='how to escape'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-5176034649963529313</id><published>2007-11-27T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T14:24:29.296+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>thanks to zoe-t</title><content type='html'>I just have to thank &lt;a href="http://www.zoe-t.com/blog"&gt;zoe-t&lt;/a&gt; for bringing back some cinnamon rolls all the way from KL for me. Was supposed to take the box from her on Sunday but hubby was not around and we were heading off for dinner, so timing not ngam ler. Anyway, got the box from her on Monday morning. She said that she has forgotten what were the flavors in each box so i have to taste them and find out. If she hasn't told me there are 4 different flavors in the box, i would just taken for granted that all of them were...cinnamon rolls. So i took each out and sniffed each of them, trying to identify their difference. I could only tell that one of them was apple cinnamon rolls. However, the rest of the rolls smelled and tasted the same to me :P Oops, i forgot to take a pic of them and by the time i remembered, there were only 1 left in the box. Such a glutton. Anyway, i didn't eat them all by myself. Passed 1 to sis, 1 to hubby and...*ahem*....2 for myself :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may see the pic from &lt;a href="http://bloomingtree.wordpress.com/2007/11/26/saint-cinnamon/"&gt;Dan's &lt;/a&gt;blog. He taught me how to enjoy the rolls but unfortunately, it was too late. By the time we reached home, only 1 roll left. Who cares about heating it up, i just walloped the last roll :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-5176034649963529313?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/5176034649963529313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanks-to-zoe-t.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/5176034649963529313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/5176034649963529313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanks-to-zoe-t.html' title='thanks to zoe-t'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-8363731459207550949</id><published>2007-11-27T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T08:25:38.508+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smorty'/><title type='text'>nursing home</title><content type='html'>How do you know whether you have picked the right &lt;a href="http://www.bettercaring.com/"&gt;nursing home&lt;/a&gt; for your retired parents? If you are looking a good nursing home, you should survery whether the home is run by all maids or experts. Some nursing home are full of not well trained maids. Maids are not care experts. They do not know how to take care of sick old people or senile people. Some of them nursing homes are rather cheap but the quality of the home is terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When choosing the right nursing home, the best choice will still be BetterCaring centre. There, you are able to find lots of care experts where they will provide you with the right kind of care as well as tips on how to take care of loved ones. If you have the time, you can even join their community forum where people will be discussing their own experiences and give advice to those who need it. BetterCaring is just the right place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*sponsored by smorty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-8363731459207550949?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/8363731459207550949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/11/nursing-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/8363731459207550949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/8363731459207550949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/11/nursing-home.html' title='nursing home'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-2380013639912904139</id><published>2007-11-26T15:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T15:24:11.461+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>expenses</title><content type='html'>I know i should not be doing this but since i am really too free and my sis asked me whether i have overspent on pregnancy &amp;amp; maternity stuff, so here is the calculation (not going to show you the actual figure =p )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To date: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estimated baby's items = RM 400&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estimated mummy's items = RM 4500&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estimated Check-ups = RM 250&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just sent the list to hubby, to make his day =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-2380013639912904139?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/2380013639912904139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/11/expenses.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/2380013639912904139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/2380013639912904139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/11/expenses.html' title='expenses'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-916479152960151029</id><published>2007-11-26T15:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T08:13:44.222+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smorty'/><title type='text'>Motocross Bedding</title><content type='html'>It is Xmas time and it is time to exchange presents among our family members. Since our younger sister just got married last week, we plan to give her something nice and suitable for her bedroom. Maybe we can find something useful from &lt;a href="http://www.visionbedding.com/Bedding/Motocross.php"&gt;Motocross Bedding&lt;/a&gt;. My friends have been telling me about the bedding from Motocross Bedding but i have yet to visit the website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, i managed to take some time off from my hectic schedule and peeked into the website. Oh my, i just love their bedding galery. From there you can choose whatever bedding theme that suits your bedroom or the person you want to give the bedding to. If you're choosy enough, you can actually custom design your own bedding. There are allo photo pillow available where you just send in your favourite pictures for them and they will turn them into pillow case. This is just what i needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*sponsored by smorty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-916479152960151029?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/916479152960151029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/11/motocross-bedding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/916479152960151029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/916479152960151029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/11/motocross-bedding.html' title='Motocross Bedding'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-9195512058367223287</id><published>2007-11-22T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T16:12:18.735+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>my son =)</title><content type='html'>His head is on my left and the legs are facing my right, the body is right under my belly button. No wonder i could feel movement on the right side of my tummy more. Sometimes, he kicks so hard that you can see my tummy move, most visible when i'm wearing white/tight blouse. However, when a stranger touches my tummy, it will stop moving immediately, maybe he only recognizes my palms. I am still waiting for him to show me his elbows and knees. Like doing karate in my tummy huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cough is disturbing him during the day especially when i have to cough real hard. So he takes "revenge" on me, by waking me up at 6.12-6.14am every morning, by squirming around in my tummy. At least it's better now cos once upon a time, he always woke me up at 3.45-4am *phew*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One bad thing, there are a lot of new moles all over my body and dark pigmentation underneath my armpits. Gross leh? And quite a large dark pigmentation on my right cheek, slightly nearer to my ear lobe. Will it go away after labor or stick to my face forever? I can now happily declare that i have a 36inch waist with a 39inch butt and it keeps growing wider and wider each day. That's the price you have to pay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-9195512058367223287?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/9195512058367223287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-son_22.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/9195512058367223287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/9195512058367223287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-son_22.html' title='my son =)'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-7873736677269291238</id><published>2007-11-21T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T14:16:30.485+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>1 now, 1 nescafe</title><content type='html'>Yay, it's raining cats and dogs, fish and frogs now. Lucky thing i didn't wash my clothes yesterday, they would have smelled bad by the time i am home later. I wonder why, when it rains, all i think of is nescafe. The nescafe ad must have great impact on consumer. Whenever it rains, drink nescafe. Too bad, no nescafe for me unless it's decaffeinated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-7873736677269291238?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/7873736677269291238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/11/1-now-1-nescafe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/7873736677269291238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/7873736677269291238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/11/1-now-1-nescafe.html' title='1 now, 1 nescafe'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-8835747363240433271</id><published>2007-11-21T14:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T14:06:46.538+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>super bloggers</title><content type='html'>Today is going to be my lucky day. I got a few opps from a few sponsors thru email and i've just completed 12 opps today and yesterday before they expired. How did all the pro bloggers manage to complete more than 20 opps per day and earning estimated USD100+ per day? I guess they must really good in writing and could type very fast. As for me, i love to procrastinate, just the way i am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-8835747363240433271?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/8835747363240433271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/11/super-bloggers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/8835747363240433271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/8835747363240433271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/11/super-bloggers.html' title='super bloggers'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-4769998935954549209</id><published>2007-11-21T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T13:48:56.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>down down down</title><content type='html'>Lullaby, say goodnight....this is the song i am listening to now while enjoying my MARS. Bad song at bad time :P It's right after lunch and i'm listening the song that will make me fall asleep in no time and worse, together with a bar of choc. But i need that to calm myself now. Just had war with hubby and i'm not feeling okay :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-4769998935954549209?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/4769998935954549209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/11/down-down-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/4769998935954549209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/4769998935954549209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/11/down-down-down.html' title='down down down'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-6930623500961684899</id><published>2007-11-21T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T10:53:27.264+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>in flame</title><content type='html'>When i returned home yesterday, i saw the red chair sitting in the middle of our living room. I wanted to say, "I told you so" but decided to keep the mouth shut. In the very beginning, i've already told hubby to not get the Poang Chair from IKEA from our last trip, but since he likes it so much, we took it home. So now, the problem is we have no suitable place to place the chair. And when hubby suggested to bring the chair up to our room, which is quite empty, MIL said no. What?!??! She has no say wat. I want to bring it up to my room means i want the chair to be in my room. No other sofa in the living room meh? Why want to put the bulky chair in the hall? For you all to put your legs ar??? RM299 for leg rest???? Humph!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-6930623500961684899?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/6930623500961684899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/11/in-flame.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/6930623500961684899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/6930623500961684899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/11/in-flame.html' title='in flame'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-9098049247329908901</id><published>2007-11-21T10:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T10:37:37.993+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>no more shopping</title><content type='html'>The germs is gone today. No more sore throat, no more diarrhea. I'm fit and healthy but still under sleeping spell, as usual. But i'm very pissed off now. First, he said he has to attend a course so we cannot go to Jusco member day tomorrow, okay fine with me. Then, he changed his mind and i tot we're going to grab a lot of cheap things from there. And NOW.......he is not free again!!!! I hate it so much when people change plan at the very last minute or change plan a few times in a day. Damn it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-9098049247329908901?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/9098049247329908901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-more-shopping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/9098049247329908901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/9098049247329908901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-more-shopping.html' title='no more shopping'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-6364051068914304040</id><published>2007-11-20T16:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:50:07.451+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>in pain</title><content type='html'>My throat is killing me, i can't even swallow my saliva properly. People say mix lime &amp;amp; honey will help but i've already taken 2 cups of honey lime and i'm not recovering yet. Have to gurgle with salt water later. This pain is contributed by hubby. Why?  He refused to go visit the doc and in the end the germs is passed to me. Right now, he is well and healthy and I’m down with sore throat and diarrhea. $#@#@!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-6364051068914304040?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/6364051068914304040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/11/in-pain.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/6364051068914304040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/6364051068914304040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/11/in-pain.html' title='in pain'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-1105776387588379647</id><published>2007-11-20T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T15:01:03.482+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>stay away from me</title><content type='html'>I am sleepy, i am tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have sore throat, i have diarrhea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my pillow, i need my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to empty everthing from my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-1105776387588379647?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/1105776387588379647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/11/stay-away-from-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/1105776387588379647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/1105776387588379647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/11/stay-away-from-me.html' title='stay away from me'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-508683027161856255</id><published>2007-11-19T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T14:23:06.448+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>tummy ache</title><content type='html'>I think i'm down with food poisoning today and it's bad!!! I just returned from my 2nd visit to the toilet. My tummy started aching when we were halfway to office. You know, as usual, Monday morning is when everybody jam the bridge cos lots of outstation people go back to work or study on Monday morning. So hubby had to drive like mad person, cutting in and out the lane, and sped all the way to office. Imagine what he will do if i say i have to go to labor :P Tummy is still not feeling well and i'm hoping it doesn't  affect my baby. I dare not take any medicine even if the doc says it's okay to take them. Dun want to take the risk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-508683027161856255?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/508683027161856255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/11/tummy-ache.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/508683027161856255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/508683027161856255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/11/tummy-ache.html' title='tummy ache'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-7800513785906600951</id><published>2007-11-18T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T20:33:49.317+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>so it's a Mickey =)</title><content type='html'>We saw the doc at about 10am in the morning. We were both very anxious and were waiting for the day to come since our last visit last month. The nurse instructed to me to lie down while waiting for the doc to scan my tummy. Hubby asked the nurse whether he could see the ultrasound visual with me, so the nurse asked him to stand beside the doc chair. The doc, as usual came and scan my tummy, showing me where the head, spinal cord, heartbeat &amp;amp; legs of the baby. This time i could see the eyes of the baby so clearly, including the chubby legs. Then the doc asked me, did i know whether it's a boy or a girl, i said nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc: Si ta phor  (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's a boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Me : Si ta phor?(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's a boy?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc: Yeah, that the bird. Can you see it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a blur image of the birdie but still just couldn't resist but to ask him again.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Confirmed?&lt;br /&gt;Doc: Confirmed si ta phor. Look between the leg, that's the bird.&lt;br /&gt;He continued to zoom in between the chubby legs and show me the smallest birdie i've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thanked the doc and proceed to the pharmacy to pay and take my vitamins. Hubby was so blur (or too happy) that he forgot the way out of the hospital. In the car, i asked him how was he feeling. He said "Honestly, i'm very happy". If you ask me how do i feel, i will tell you, i'm both relieved and happy my first child is going to be a boy. More kids to come and hopefully the next one will be a girl :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-7800513785906600951?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/7800513785906600951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-its-mickey.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/7800513785906600951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/7800513785906600951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-its-mickey.html' title='so it&apos;s a Mickey =)'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-6928629146158389861</id><published>2007-11-14T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T15:48:34.080+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>i'm back</title><content type='html'>I was back to work yesterday but just too lazy to update anything from my 6 days holiday including a trip to &lt;a href="http://clsy3e.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-first-encounter-with-kl-ikea.html"&gt;Ikea&lt;/a&gt;. If only i could stay at home and be a housewife. If only i have internet connection at home, my blog rank wouldn't have dropped so fast. Oh well, as if i bother so much lar. As long as i made enough USD last month :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby is kicking and squirming inside my tummy and it's getting more and more active each day. Sometimes, all the movements make want to pee so often. Iskh!! I have yet to know whether it's going to be a Minnie or a Mickey but either one is fine with me. I really hate it when people ask me whether i want a girl or a boy. It really pissed me off. So what if it's a girl and what if it's a boy? Got difference meh? Both are my blood and flesh, i mean our blood and flesh. I dun give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem....as long as the baby is as pretty as me (if it's a girl) &amp;amp; as good looking as hubby (if it's a boy) =P But I hope the baby does not turn out to look like my in-laws *&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;gulp &amp;amp; face turning green&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-6928629146158389861?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/6928629146158389861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/6928629146158389861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/6928629146158389861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-back.html' title='i&apos;m back'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-4099770611129043563</id><published>2007-11-06T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T15:47:08.935+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Happy Deepavali</title><content type='html'>I'm going hiatus from tomorrow onwards till next Tues. To those who are celebrating Deepavali and planning to invite me to their open house, please try to accommodate to my busy schedule :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed-Thurs : Hotel stay with in-laws and hubby ( &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if only they dun tag along, bad bad DIL :P&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday : Escape from work &amp;amp; get ready for trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday : Plan to go to Ikea, otherwise stay in Ipoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday : Attending friend's wedding in Batu Gajah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday : Back to Penang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you next week =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-4099770611129043563?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/4099770611129043563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-deepavali.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/4099770611129043563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/4099770611129043563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-deepavali.html' title='Happy Deepavali'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-6590994549603733730</id><published>2007-11-05T16:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T16:32:07.724+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>apple, anyone?</title><content type='html'>Last Friday, we left work place quite early and reached home around 6.45pm. Since the day was still bright, hubby suggested that we go for a walk since i need to exercise more. Aiyoo....damn sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me      : Can i bring an apple along during the walk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hubby: Why? (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and continued to drink water&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me       : Cos i'm afraid i will go hungry while walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby started to puke water the moment i finished my sentence. The walk is less than 1km and i was being tam ciak as ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-6590994549603733730?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/6590994549603733730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/11/apple-anyone.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/6590994549603733730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/6590994549603733730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/11/apple-anyone.html' title='apple, anyone?'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-2642857126787719163</id><published>2007-11-05T13:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T13:46:24.933+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>dedicated to MMK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;While i was ready to take my afternoon nap, i received a phone call from unknown number and it was &lt;a href="http://www.zoe-t.com/blog/"&gt;zoe-t&lt;/a&gt;. Sorry, i guess i didn't have her latest number :P She said moomookun is in town with donuts and he wanted to pass some to me. And i thought he was joking when he wrote about &lt;a href="http://moomookun.wordpress.com/2007/11/02/i-am-walking-the-right-path/"&gt;it&lt;/a&gt;. Zoe-t gave him my number and i asked her how should i address him? Takkan want to call him &lt;a href="http://moomookun.wordpress.com/"&gt;MooMooKun&lt;/a&gt;? Weird huh? She didn't know the real identity too, so i waited for him to call me back since i dun have his contact. MMK called me and the reception in my house was pretty bad and finally we agreed to meet up at Sunway Mall just for donuts. Reached the mall entrance and i waited for a guy in pink shirt as told but shortly after that, received an sms from him and realised i waited at the wrong place :p So sorry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, saw MMK in person together with his girl. Tall, bigger than hubby but not too old. Maybe same age as me? I was too paiseh and he made me more paiseh by asking me to choose the donuts of my choice. So after taking what he had recommended, thanked him &amp;amp; waved good bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129228370080862322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/Ry6uBtqGkHI/AAAAAAAAAIE/MG3xeIrfWGs/s320/DSC00061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walked away happily and hopped into the car. Hubby asked me, so how much was the donuts? OH MY GOD!!!! Stupid stupid stupid me, i forgot to pay MMK!!!!! So embarassing. Hubby scolded me and i called up MMK immediately. I hope his didn't think that i did that on purpose, not paying up upon delivery. You say lar, embarassing or not? What a good first impression i gave people. I'm tam ciak &amp;amp; i'm greedy. MMK, if i ever go to KL, will surely get you some donuts too in return.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s I like the mango one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-2642857126787719163?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/2642857126787719163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/11/dedicated-to-mmk.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/2642857126787719163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/2642857126787719163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/11/dedicated-to-mmk.html' title='dedicated to MMK'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Egvm6dj_0Xg/Ry6uBtqGkHI/AAAAAAAAAIE/MG3xeIrfWGs/s72-c/DSC00061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-8116952520741628856</id><published>2007-11-02T15:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T15:21:24.084+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>wa lang si Hokkien lang</title><content type='html'>Hubby wants to unsubscribe Dynasty Package from Astro and i agree with him. Cos, when there are only two of us at home, we watch other channels other than Wah Lai Toi &amp;amp; all the Chinese movies channels. Once in a while there is good show on WLT but most of the time we just skip that channel. In-laws, however, will glue to the tv for about 4-hours watching repeated Chinese series on TVB and i'll be like dungu sitting together with them. Sometimes, i have to give up my CSI series on Sunday when they want to watch another 4-hours chinese series. So i'm so glad when hubby told me Dynasty Package will be taken out from our monthly subscription.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manatau, my happiness was cut short as he wants to replace Dynasty with Gold. For those who have Astro at home, you will know my misery. HUA HEE TAI = Endless HOKKIEN series!!! Ya allah!!! Cry here cry there, cry cry everywhere. Shout here shout there, shout everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes my AXN again. Cis!!!! But can i have Metro Package? &lt;em&gt;*eyes blinking and trying to look as innocent as possibe*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-8116952520741628856?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/8116952520741628856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/11/wa-lang-si-hokkien-lang.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/8116952520741628856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/8116952520741628856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/11/wa-lang-si-hokkien-lang.html' title='wa lang si Hokkien lang'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-1003690489124335960</id><published>2007-11-02T15:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T11:45:26.110+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smorty'/><title type='text'>life is good with Ashop</title><content type='html'>My online business is running slow lately. I have done so much updating to it but the response to the sale is low. I'm wondering why is that so. There are so many nice and colorful catalogues, with fancy wordings. Layout of the pages are neat and not too confusing. There is no broken links and customers get to move around easily within the website. And i have no idea why the sale is still low this month and i hope it's not getting any lower. If there is no other choice, i just have to shutdown my entire online shop, which is the last resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was my luck that i saw Ashop Commerce. I have read about it somewhere but have not really understand what it does. So when i browsed their website, i was thrilled. They have just the solution i needed for to save my online business. It has &lt;a href="http://www.ashop.com.au/"&gt;shopping cart&lt;/a&gt; software and entire set of ecommerce software for online businesses like me. Now i don't have to maintain my website so often, and all i need is to update the list of items in my catalogue periodically to ensure my customers get the most updated list. All other tasks will be taken care by Ashop Commerce. Life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*sponsored by smorty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-1003690489124335960?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/1003690489124335960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/11/life-is-good-with-ashop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/1003690489124335960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/1003690489124335960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/11/life-is-good-with-ashop.html' title='life is good with Ashop'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-3703551903482095305</id><published>2007-11-02T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T11:31:53.347+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>3 will be just nice</title><content type='html'>I was being cheeky this morning while in the car. I showed hubby my round tummy and told him that my tummy will be like this even after i give birth. The night before we saw Plastic Surgery show on Health &amp;amp; Living (or was it Health &amp;amp; Family) and they did tummy tuck for a mother of two. He assured me that he will still love me and won't ditch me for another sexier girl. And that he will be sponsoring me to all the slimming programs i want. Sound like so sweet huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i told him, i will be signing up for these slimming programs AFTER my 3rd labor. He went "WHAT?!?!!??!!?!?!?" :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-3703551903482095305?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/3703551903482095305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/11/3-will-be-just-nice.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/3703551903482095305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/3703551903482095305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/11/3-will-be-just-nice.html' title='3 will be just nice'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-5368307053243203475</id><published>2007-11-01T10:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T11:13:30.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>syiok-ness</title><content type='html'>Wondering whether hubby is bringing me out for lunch today since i have a VIP car park reserved for me already. Yeap, i've gotten the letter from doc saying i'm too heavy to walk for long distance. So starting from today until 13March 2008, i'll be parking my car beside the managers :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-5368307053243203475?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/5368307053243203475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/10/syiok-ness.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/5368307053243203475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/5368307053243203475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/10/syiok-ness.html' title='syiok-ness'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-1533138478357854588</id><published>2007-11-01T10:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T11:11:53.461+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>wedding nightmare</title><content type='html'>Looking at my other friends and sister preparing their weddings, I'm always glad that my wedding was over already. It was nightmare for us both and arguements every single day. Hubby had to kill two birds with one stone, house warming &amp;amp; wedding. So we needed to rush for two things at the same time. And to add to our misery, hubby was sent overseas on business trip for 2 months and only back 3 weeks before our actual date. We only managed to register our marriage a week before the wedding day. Every was such a rush but it ended well on our wedding day. Phew....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-1533138478357854588?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/1533138478357854588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/10/wedding-nightmare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/1533138478357854588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/1533138478357854588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/10/wedding-nightmare.html' title='wedding nightmare'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-7669224257705003289</id><published>2007-11-01T10:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T11:01:50.571+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>difference between guys and girls</title><content type='html'>Just had a chat with my friend who is going to get married next week. Guys and girls have different ways in managing their wedding preparation. I asked him, did he find it very irritating when someone just say bad things behind his back about his wedding preparation. He said, he never bother to think about them at all. Wow, if only i could do the same last time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-7669224257705003289?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/7669224257705003289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/10/difference-between-guys-and-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/7669224257705003289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/7669224257705003289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/10/difference-between-guys-and-girls.html' title='difference between guys and girls'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-6257292653869949179</id><published>2007-11-01T10:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T10:59:47.046+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>never want to let go</title><content type='html'>Aiya, one of my opp just expired before i could even post it up. Nevermind, just say bye bye to $5. Lately, there are many opps offered to me and i have no time to write them all. I have a lot of work and i cannot spare time to write any paid posts at all even after office hours. Just too bad, i have to let go some of the opps although i didn't want to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-6257292653869949179?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/6257292653869949179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/10/never-want-to-let-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/6257292653869949179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/6257292653869949179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/10/never-want-to-let-go.html' title='never want to let go'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-792416330818393216</id><published>2007-10-30T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T12:05:40.832+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>i am a food vacuum cleaner</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to love Kim Gary food. The first time i ever eaten there was when my sis gave us all a treat. The food was good especially their spicy noodle, can't remember what it is called. It comes in a super big bowl with lots of noodle and beef &amp;amp; soup. I sapu everything excluding taugeh which i passed them all to hubby. We also ordered some toast which i sapu half a plate too. I nearly sapu hubby's iced coffee if he hasn't stopped me in time. I'm thinking of going for another round this weekend =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-792416330818393216?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/792416330818393216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-food-vacuum-cleaner.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/792416330818393216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/792416330818393216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-food-vacuum-cleaner.html' title='i am a food vacuum cleaner'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-2895292629185894646</id><published>2007-10-30T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T12:01:09.378+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>shopping every weekend, keeps the doc away</title><content type='html'>Hubby and doc say that i need to do more exercise such as brisk walking or yoga. I choose "brisk" walking. Therefore, I spent 4 hours in Gurney last 2 weeks, shopping with hubby, happily =) We reached there approx 12pm. Grabbed lunch at Kim Gary and start our shopping spree. Wasn't feeling tired at all, perhaps i was enjoying myself too much :D So, i guess i'll be doing a lot of "brisk" walking every weekend ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-2895292629185894646?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/2895292629185894646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/10/shopping-every-weekend-keeps-doc-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/2895292629185894646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/2895292629185894646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/10/shopping-every-weekend-keeps-doc-away.html' title='shopping every weekend, keeps the doc away'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3615134038900981069.post-2292318524538817249</id><published>2007-10-26T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T11:23:48.228+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>i have super powers</title><content type='html'>My friend is going to lend me Heroes series, soon after his friend finishes the DVD. Being ignorant as always, i have to ask him what is Heroes all about, although i have AXN at home :p Paiseh. Reason is my bedtime is usually 10-10.30pm. I dun watch any show after 10.30pm as i dun want to risk falling asleep on my keyboard at work place and start typing weird characters like "werjeaercqewr i tafffffffffffffff" in my mails. At times, i may have to delay my bedtime when hubby wants to watch Discovery Realtime until 11pm. If i go to bed first, he will only be in bed at around 12am+, so late. Sometimes, i'm confused whether am i his wife or his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, i can be part of Heroes too. I have a super powers. I can produce new life or a dozen of of them, if i want to. Besides, i can produce milk. What are yours? =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://tinyurl.com/2b5ojn"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3615134038900981069-2292318524538817249?l=kg-sy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/feeds/2292318524538817249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-have-super-powers.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/2292318524538817249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3615134038900981069/posts/default/2292318524538817249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kg-sy.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-have-super-powers.html' title='i have super powers'/><author><name>Our Journey</name><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></feed>
