<?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-23561228</id><updated>2011-05-09T17:40:54.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TruLY MIne SaNG3ni3</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-7270598966092076701</id><published>2009-05-06T13:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T14:04:37.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Starts From 6 May 2003</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Counting back the days, we have been Rom-ed for like....6 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When we got married, I already know he is not those guys who would create romance out of nothing. Used to hate that part of him....no roses, no cards, no dining at restaurants. Al these are just so NOT him. I have come to accept this point and eventually, we got married even without a proper proposal. Have I said that before? The 'proposal' was a typical Singaporean couples line...Let's go queue for a HDB flat ok? Apparently, he did not even said that line to me. Well, my mother-in-law said that on behalf of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Over the years, I thought I can change him in one way or another. Till todate, well, he might not be my ideal kind of guy but he has changed to become a family man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He does not show affections to me openly but he does things for me without complaining much. He even does things for my family without complains at all. He helps in the household chores whenever he has the time. Though he might be tired, with not much off-days, he still does housework for me willingly. He still makes an effort to send me to work even though MRT is just within walking distances from my house. He can jolly well have more rest but then cos he does not want me to rush for the MRT, he will willingly wakes up literaly every morning to send me to work. The amount of errands he does for me, my son are countless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know he does breakdown at times when he is terribly tired and stressed out. Still, I seldom hear complain from him. The most, his face will just show that a 'Blackie Virus' is on the attack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;The sacrifices he made for me and his son are really huge. So huge that I have become very dependent on him for either big or small issues. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, it is our 6th ROM anniversary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Though no big affair celebrations, still I wanna tell u this...Meimei, I really do appreciate each and everything you have done for me. I am really thankful for the things you have done, the sacrifices you have made these years. I am grateful that you have been there for me all the while. Thank you again and let's work hand-in-hand to make our lifes better.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I Love You....(Shudders!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, not really my style to say mushy things in public but then I have not been saying all these to you these while thus thought wanna let you know that I do appreciate you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stay happy and may Blackie Virus not attack you that often, ok???? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-7270598966092076701?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/7270598966092076701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=7270598966092076701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/7270598966092076701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/7270598966092076701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-stars-from-6-may-2003.html' title='It Starts From 6 May 2003'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-2612626129491900050</id><published>2009-04-14T21:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T23:20:42.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>April</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;they promise me they will not 'give up' on me. they 'reminded' me time and again, i should be doing my work and update my blog. they told me time and again, not to 'keep' my blog inside my draft box nia....they....they...they....have indeed been following my blog rather faithfully thus noticed i have totally neglected 'truly mine sangenie'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that is why....i decided not to 'disappoint' them, i decided not to let them keep reminding me. i decided to dig out all the drafts i have kept inside and do a post. hope i have not disappointed you guys...;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i really have lots to say, lots to share, lots to upload (photos) but because i have not been doing it promptly, i kinda forgotten what i really wanna say...but hey, i wont be giving that as an excuse again...i shall run through my 'hard-disk' (brain) and see how much i can remember and put them in chronological order....as best as i can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i remember a year back, i did blog about 清明节. wow! that would mean i have actually been maintaining this blog for like....a year or at least more than a year? not very well maintain lah but still, hey, a year or so le leh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we always go in one huge group thus this year, no difference. we met up at my 二舅's house and then ‘浩浩荡荡’off to the cemetery and columbarium. at the cemetery, we prayed to our maternal grandfather and the ancestors. haha...never once would we be able to remember the ancestors well enough. like who they are to us, what kind of drinks they like. probably, should take up doreen's suggestion...that is to pen all these info now and keep it somewhere. we are not young kids anymore so somehow, we should be 'taking over' this task from our parents. oops! tomb-sweeping day is over. guess we will have to wait til next year liao. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;after that, we adjourned to the columbarium. there, we prayed to 外婆 and 四姨丈. somehow, the 感伤 is no longer there though we missed them dearly still. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;now, let's go back a week earlier. let's see....that was the week we went zoo or rather jayden's first zoo trip. it was really really really fun! we were supposed to go much earlier but due to delsen tight working schedule, the trip was pushed til april. well, i know i had made the others waited together with me....though it was over still i wanna apologise to all. as this trip was a trip that jayden's daddy promised him. therefore die die, had to wait til his daddy is free. which is why, the trip only materialised in apr. but then, even though there was a slight hiccup, i think it was a nice one still. agree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i do have photos that i wanna enclosed but then i am too lazy now plus the photos are out of my reach so i lazy to shift my butt to go get my thumb-drive, then to insert into my pc, then to upload into the blog then to do adjusting...then and then...u know lah hor....basically, just plain lazy for now thus i would skip the photos for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;though no photos for this dull blog but if you guys really wanna see, you can view them from my facebook. photos are all there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;once again, i gotta say, i will try to keep my blog up-todate but really no promise, ok ;P? busy with work, busy with my son....busy with everything but hhahahha...just not my blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-2612626129491900050?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/2612626129491900050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=2612626129491900050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/2612626129491900050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/2612626129491900050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2009/04/they-promise-me-they-will-not-give-up.html' title='April'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-1895192364621078732</id><published>2009-02-26T15:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T17:12:13.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/SaZHCJevJEI/AAAAAAAADvs/1X9j_yUaHW8/s1600-h/Photo0102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307007313132856386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/SaZHCJevJEI/AAAAAAAADvs/1X9j_yUaHW8/s320/Photo0102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So so happy yesterday!!! I saw rainbow across the sky when I was on my way home. What so special, you guys might say. The special part is I saw not one but TWO of them. They were one on to another. You guys would be able to see the rainbow from my pix above. Won't be able to see the other one that was on top from the picture unless you watch it real close enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My day was immediately brighten up after seeing the rainbow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-1895192364621078732?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/1895192364621078732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=1895192364621078732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/1895192364621078732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/1895192364621078732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2009/02/rainbow-d.html' title='Rainbow :D'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/SaZHCJevJEI/AAAAAAAADvs/1X9j_yUaHW8/s72-c/Photo0102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-5305017817797302576</id><published>2009-01-30T11:27:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T12:59:19.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 牛 Year Celebration Continues....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;hi guys, i'm back from the holiday. well, though not totally, not exactly but partially...:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;as usual, the families-relatives bonding time never fail to bring rounds and rounds and rounds of fun and laughter. it is a pity that i didn't capture all these wonderful moments with my cam though it was with me all these while :(. stupid me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;去年的今天，Jayden needed to be held on our arms everywhere we go. 今年的今天，he refused to be held everywhere we go. looking back, can't help but think again, time passes by real fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008, Den looked like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296928086473658002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/SYJ4B8MNTpI/AAAAAAAADgQ/UwU5dOcBWzY/s320/J245.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2009, Den looked like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296928311441158722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/SYJ4PCQo8kI/AAAAAAAADgY/yxEAzSAVfrY/s320/IMG_0528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hehehehe, got difference? i'm sure have lah hor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;everywhere we go, somehow or rather, he becomes the center of attraction. he even did a duo dancing with his bestest cousin, Darius, on the first day of Chinese New Year at my 大舅 place. once again, this precious moments were not captured down cos i was happily enjoying the performance and forgotten about taking it down instead :(.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;there will be another celebration this coming saturday. this time round, at my place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;i will try my best to remember holding the cam wherever i go so i can immediately snapshot these moments and upload them. again, no promise because i have to admit, i am so damn lazy these days ;P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-5305017817797302576?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/5305017817797302576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=5305017817797302576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/5305017817797302576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/5305017817797302576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2009/01/year-celebration-continues.html' title='The 牛 Year Celebration Continues....'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/SYJ4B8MNTpI/AAAAAAAADgQ/UwU5dOcBWzY/s72-c/J245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-7133930512945432627</id><published>2009-01-23T17:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T17:25:57.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>新年快乐！！！</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;hi hi hi....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;before i escape off to my lunar new year holiday, let me take this opportunity to wish all: -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;新年快乐！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;万事如意！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;牛年发大财！！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;most importantly..........WORLD PEACE!!!! (very lame, right???? .... but .... i like leh ;P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-7133930512945432627?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/7133930512945432627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=7133930512945432627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/7133930512945432627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/7133930512945432627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='新年快乐！！！'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-6080274965736770973</id><published>2008-12-29T13:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T13:58:52.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong No More...But Taiwan Maybe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/SVhktvSsbAI/AAAAAAAADdY/zCHdn-vle8s/s1600-h/IMG_0563.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;i have since returned on 21 dec but as usual, i shall explain no more why i took so darn long to post...people who knows me knows why...;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;the trip to hong kong was a good one. it had me recharged though not full batt but almost full. it would definitely been better if this trip was a slightly longer one instead of just 4D3N. nevertheless, I have no regrets in going...more, more, more, please...:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;this 买东西，吃东西 trip also proved how courageous we were. we went with 3 "not-junior-but-not-yet-senior" citizens. caught up with old age, they do hv a bit of problem walking really long distances still they gladly accomodate with us each time we mentioned we are going for more. not only that, my little prince has not been very good boy throughout the journey. he has been really whiney most of the days. well, maybe i should not blame him for that. though he loves shopping but having to shop from morning til dawn proves to be too much for him though he was being carried most of the time. he probably has risen his 'white flag' just that we did not noticed. the only real time we saw him all smiles was when we reached the hotel and when he got to freshen up and walked around the hotel room by himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;my FIL, my daddy and maybe a small part of my mummy said maybe we should give HK trip a rest. hubby and sister said a definite NO MORE HONG KONG. me? i honestly, do not mind HK again. i have to say that we have yet to really explore 东方之珠 thoroughly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;to be safely back in singapore again, i think the credit goes to my sister and my hubby. they have been busy nagvigating the whole time making sure we did not missed out this exit, that entrance. we did hv a few mistakes here and there but with them around, it was not that difficult to make our way out or our way back each time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;we did not really get to have the fabulous 买东西，吃东西，买东西，吃东西 which i was anticipating but hey, after this experience, maybe we would be more prepared and 'challenged' HK again? but first, i will have to convince ade and del. i need to get them into agreeing that HK is not so bad afterall, u know? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we have taken quite a bit of photos in HK and i would love to invite everyone of u to view them at this link, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/sangenie/HK1821Dec2008"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/sangenie/HK1821Dec2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285083714401741842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/SVhjov0eLBI/AAAAAAAADcg/JzlaeVT63EY/s320/IMG_0528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we are already in the midst of planning to 'challenge' 宝岛 next year. this time round, more people will be involved. so 'Welcome 2 Taiwan', here we come!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-6080274965736770973?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/6080274965736770973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=6080274965736770973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/6080274965736770973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/6080274965736770973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2008/12/hong-kong-no-morebut-taiwan-maybe.html' title='Hong Kong No More...But Taiwan Maybe'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/SVhjov0eLBI/AAAAAAAADcg/JzlaeVT63EY/s72-c/IMG_0528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-2997397372200406684</id><published>2008-11-24T12:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T13:49:46.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello ;P, i'm back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hi guys, i'm back.....for a short while....:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;yes, i have been terribly busy with my work that i have no time to blog and update...neither do i have time to go much into Facebook which previously i did almost every single day. all i did was work work work work and work somemore. luckily, i got my sister to help me look after my dog, PomPom, or rather my virtual dog in Facebook. without my sister's care of PomPom, PomPom would have.........., you guys know lah hor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;and, i definitely have to thank my mum, too. while i was busy doing house visits all those weekends, she was busy looking after my imping. she is supposed to have good rest during weekends but because i had to work, she has to look after jayden...i truly appreciate her help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;with my family's and my hubby's help, my load has indeed lighten quite a bit. jayden did his part in helping and his part was rather substantial, too. his smile, his blabbering, his hug and kisses helped to soothe my everyday tension and pressure....that is why i always say, i can always count on my family whenever i need help. differences we might have but then never say NO when we need each other's assistance....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i have so much i wanna blog about....and for a while, i do not know which one to start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;probably i can start with my birthday's celebration. how about that? i do not have any photos to show but then i will try to get them uploaded soon....but then....no promise hor...? i can get rather lazy, you know...;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;i told Del that i wanna take a ride on Singapore Flyer and wanted it especially on my birthday. i was simply elated when he agreed without even considering. not only did he take me for a ride, he took my whole family together with my 4th aunt. wait wait wait...before that happened, i must die die mentioned about this....this simply made me touched to the brim. i received flowers from both my hubby and my sister. trust me! when i received them, tears welled up in my eyes upon receiving these beautiful flowers. my hubby's flowers shortly after i reached office while my sister's arrived just before i knocked off.  the flowers managed to start and end my work day perfectly :D :D :D A little secret to reveal. when my hubby saw the other bouquet i was holding, he was 'jealous' for a while. he thought that was from some Tom Dick Harry....now i can confirm guarantee plus chop that 我的老公是爱我的.....;). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we took the Singapore Flyer first before having dinner. surprisingly, Jayden was a very well-behaved boy that day. del told me before he came by to fetch me, he was telling my boy that he must be a good boy and not to make his mummy angry because it was his mummy's birthday. pure coincidence or he really understand? i prefer to believe it's the latter ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we had a sumptous dinner thus everyone could not stomach anymore food. we wanted to forsake the birthday cake but my lovely hubby felt that a birthday without a cake is not a birthday thus he went to get me a teeny-weeny one for me to cut...so sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this year's celebration was simply sweet, nice and simple....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i wanna thank each and everyone who sent me messages and presents for my birthday. it was indeed heart-warming to know that you guys still remember....thank you once again...:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;well, i guessed i have written quite abit after 'my returns'. i shall stop here and continue when i got more time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;til then, ciao guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-2997397372200406684?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/2997397372200406684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=2997397372200406684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/2997397372200406684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/2997397372200406684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-p-im-back.html' title='hello ;P, i&apos;m back'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-1473152423380623645</id><published>2008-09-30T13:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T13:25:05.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave of Absence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;With my current heavy workload, I would thus like to apply for Leave of Absence from blogging.  Til when?  Hmmmm....I still have not work out my schedule as yet thus....it shall be indefinite for now, or at least til my work peak season is over....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Miss me ;P?  Don't....for I shall be back.....:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-1473152423380623645?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/1473152423380623645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=1473152423380623645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/1473152423380623645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/1473152423380623645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2008/09/leave-of-absence.html' title='Leave of Absence'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-2363641047681641663</id><published>2008-09-17T14:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T14:32:02.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>itchy hands...no more :X</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;This shall be a super-duper short post. Just gonna let everyone knows that my blog has been 'discharged from ICU' just minutes ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, I shall barred myself from going into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;www.blogskins.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; to look for new skins starting from today. It was because of my 'itchy hands' that I almost ruined the blog that I created so many so many so many months ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the day I am confident that I will not mess things up again, this blogskin shall stay with me. Period!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-2363641047681641663?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/2363641047681641663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=2363641047681641663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/2363641047681641663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/2363641047681641663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2008/09/itchy-handsno-more-x.html' title='itchy hands...no more :X'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-1972275952677213015</id><published>2008-09-05T13:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T14:32:41.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;In case you guys see this very messy blog of mine, please pardon me and bear with me for a while, while I try my best to rectify the issue together with my IT/Technical Support, Adelyn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know I hand very itchy but then I like the blogskin which I happened to chance upon and very much wanted to change it. But being not so IT savvy, I guess I have messed up the whole thing instead of making it right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My IT support said she will look into this at her soonest so til then, I shall leave my blog in ICU for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Please pray hard for me!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-1972275952677213015?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/1972275952677213015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=1972275952677213015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/1972275952677213015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/1972275952677213015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2008/09/sorry.html' title='sorry :('/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-5920985863801188992</id><published>2008-09-03T15:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T16:09:52.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong...tomorrow going, you know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;or will I really get to go? Fingers still crossing, including toes....:x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We are making plans to go Hong Kong this Dec. After hearing my cousin Nicole who just came back from Hong Kong telling us details of her trip, the urge to fly over this very minute gets even stronger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have always known that Hong Kong is a shopping paradise and at least visiting Hong Kong once is a must in my list. Oh talking about that! I remembered this commercial I watched years back about tour to Hong Kong. It has this super catchy line that caught my attention then...it goes, "买东西，吃东西，买东西，吃东西。休息了之后，又是买东西，吃东西，买东西，吃东西。”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmmmm...will this trip of mine materialize? Or will it really come true like what my colleague said "I'm not surprise if last minute you tell me your trip has been cancelled."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-5920985863801188992?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/5920985863801188992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=5920985863801188992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/5920985863801188992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/5920985863801188992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2008/09/hong-kongtomorrow-going-you-know.html' title='Hong Kong...tomorrow going, you know?'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-699185442933168080</id><published>2008-09-01T13:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T16:03:51.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>他是爱美的咯 :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/SLuD-3Pk_1I/AAAAAAAACIc/axS3BH2vUPQ/s1600-h/Page_24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240927707380121426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/SLuD-3Pk_1I/AAAAAAAACIc/axS3BH2vUPQ/s320/Page_24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I realised that his hair is long enough so decided to make it an effort to&lt;/span&gt; comb that few strands of his hair whenever I shower or wash up for him. Well, the fact is, I really do not wish to see his hair standing up still when it grows longer.  Thus, I bought a comb specially for him so he can comb his hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I really do not know that he can be that 'vain', too.  See! Don't you think that 他也很爱美？ He is actually combing his own hair and making sure every strand of it falls nicely into place :P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-699185442933168080?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/699185442933168080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=699185442933168080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/699185442933168080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/699185442933168080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2008/09/d.html' title='他是爱美的咯 :D'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/SLuD-3Pk_1I/AAAAAAAACIc/axS3BH2vUPQ/s72-c/Page_24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-5521338289470301059</id><published>2008-08-22T11:13:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T12:38:21.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love Will Get You Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;How sweet and lovely this song is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I get to know this song from my cousin, Doreen. We happened to be chatting when she played this soothing music softly from her handphone. Immediately, I asked her what was the title of the song. I heard DJs talking about this song but have never really taken noticed of it much. And I am sure those who watched that TVB series would have known that this song is the soundtrack of Heart of Greed （溏心风暴）。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;It was only that day when Doreen sent me this song and it was only until yesterday that I really go listen to it. I put this song on loop mode. Wow! This is really a very nice and meaningful song. It touches my heart and in fact, it kind of makes me feel like tearing upon hearing. Yeah, I might sound drama but this is really the effect I got upon hearing though not each time it will bring tears to my eyes but it really does soothe me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N0Frjer2drU&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you wander off too far&lt;br /&gt;My love will get you home&lt;br /&gt;If you follow the wrong star&lt;br /&gt;My love will get you home&lt;br /&gt;If you ever find yourself&lt;br /&gt;Lost and all alone&lt;br /&gt;Get back on your feet and think of me&lt;br /&gt;My love will get you home Boy&lt;br /&gt;My love will get you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If the bright lights blinds your eyes&lt;br /&gt;My love will get you home&lt;br /&gt;If your troubles break your stride&lt;br /&gt;My love will get you home&lt;br /&gt;If you ever find yourself&lt;br /&gt;Lost and all alone&lt;br /&gt;Get back on your feet and think of me&lt;br /&gt;My love will get you home Boy&lt;br /&gt;My love will get you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you ever feel ashame&lt;br /&gt;My love will get you home&lt;br /&gt;When there's only you to blame&lt;br /&gt;My love will get you home&lt;br /&gt;If you ever find yourself&lt;br /&gt;Lost and all alone&lt;br /&gt;Get back on your feet and think of me&lt;br /&gt;My love will get you home Boy&lt;br /&gt;My love will get you home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you ever find yourself&lt;br /&gt;Lost and all alone&lt;br /&gt;Get back on your feet and think of me&lt;br /&gt;My love will get you home Boy&lt;br /&gt;My love will get you home Boy&lt;br /&gt;My love will get you home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hehehe..by the way, Doreen, I have changed my ringtone to this song also...;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-5521338289470301059?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/5521338289470301059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=5521338289470301059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/5521338289470301059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/5521338289470301059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-love-will-get-you-home.html' title='My Love Will Get You Home'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-3598542580550998315</id><published>2008-08-18T11:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T11:21:05.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We, the Cha Bohs of Seow, Tan, Yeo (or Yang) with 2 small kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sad...:( cos i missed Part I of the gossiping session they had that happened on Friday (or should I say Saturday wee morning?). They went to watch the movie '12 Lotus' and I had so much wanted to join them but then I just can't bear to leave my DenDen alone at home. Well, not exactly alone but with my hubby actually. He was really sweet to have offered to look after DenDen so that I could have a 'chill-out' with all the cha bohs. Still, I decided to be a good wifey and stayed home instead and gave that session a miss. They were superb ah! After the movie, they continued chatting all the way til 5am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hahahahaha...they had such a good time that all of them kind of overslept and ended up, I was the first to arrive at my Ah Khim's place for the 7th Month praying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The day spent at Ah Khim's was like any other usual gathering which means laughter and laughter and more laughter. At night, while the rest had their usual mj session, those left not playing, decided to go Pasar Malam. My mum, Nic, Doreen, Eve, DarDar, DenDen and myself went and guess what???? Yes, we bought tonnes of food back!!!!! Hahahahah...we literally stuffed ourselves with those food that we bought but hey, eat first then diet lah....Right boh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;On Sunday, DenDen's Fav Yi-Yi called to say meet up with her and the rest of DenDen's Ah Yi-s to have Mac breakfast, actually is lunch lah. Ok, I am sure DenDen love the meeting up so we went and waited for the cha bohs of the Yang family to get ready. Who knows? *Lightning strikes, Thunder Roars*....NO MACDONALD!!!!! Hehehehe, we decided to skip the Mac for now and go shopping. YEAH YEAH YEAH!!!! Shopping!!!??? I love SHOPPING! I love SHOPPING! I love SHOPPING! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Called my mum and bro to join us and met up at Bugis. When cha bohs meet together, they simply have no ends of topics. We chatted, we shopped and actually, we did not shopped much honestly. We just stopped at a few places but that few places, we stopped long enough to make the sales promoters real happy. In fact, after serving us, they can sit and shake legs liao. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thanks Nic...for sending us home though she was in a hurry to go somewhere else. With her Vrrooom Vrrooom...we reached home pretty fast. Fast enough to manage to catch the live telecast of the table-tennis played by Singapore vs China. Though we know China is on the winning end but still we Singaporeans were rooting for the players. And yes, we did not emerge as the Champions but we did get a Silver still. Hey, SILVER, you know? Not easy also ok? They are already the winners in our heart. I am sure all agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Before I end this, this portion is specially dedicated to 老板娘. Should she read this, I am sure she is going to curse and swear again liao....but 来啦，this is something that should be joyous mah. She has once again proven that she has the materials to be a boss. Apparently, she has taken over a stall selling economical rice. She has promised it will be FOC for us all should we pratronise her stall. Maybe I should consider having my lunch, dinner there everyday....Wow! I am going to save alot mann! Yeah, bring DenDen over also, then my mum can save quite a bit also. Good! That shall be it! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last but not the least, XIANG LE! HUAT AH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-3598542580550998315?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/3598542580550998315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=3598542580550998315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/3598542580550998315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/3598542580550998315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-cha-bohs-of-seow-tan-yeo-or-yang.html' title='We, the Cha Bohs of Seow, Tan, Yeo (or Yang) with 2 small kids'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-4546359269787865809</id><published>2008-08-12T12:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T14:02:06.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darius's 2nd Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I am back at work already :( when the rest are pretty much still enjoying at the chalet that my cousin Diana has booked for her son, Darius aka DarDar. By the way, this minute when I was typing, I heard from my mum that DarDar is still running a temperature. I do wish he would get well soon. Probably he just need big amount of antibiotics call Jayden to put his temp down. Diana, if in any case you do need this prescription, let me know ;P I know where to get that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Though I am working now but my mind is definitely not at work ;), it is still at the chalet probably because I have played too much over the weekend. It was really enjoyable and do hope to have more of these gatherings :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;We celebrated Darius's birthday on 10 Aug with a Barney show first to entertain the little kids. A birthday without a birthday cake and birthday song is never incomplete thus when Darius' birthday cake was brought out. Hoho...the kids went wild. It was a 3D Barney cake. Denden enjoyed himself too. He was clapping to the music and smiling non-stop. He was looking around while clapping as if seeking for acknowledgement that he was doing the right thing and not overdoing it :D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;The next day, we went out pretty early to grab our breakfast and to shop around Downtown East. Fun and laughter always follow us when we cousins bunched together and it happened again. After breakfast, we went to arcade to have a game or two. Well, it was supposed to be a game or two, ended up, we had more than that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;It has really been ages since I stepped into one and I have to admit that I am really old. Just one game only, I had to raise my white flag. I was really bushed. No joke! There was this game that my cousin Doreen thought me and her sister Janet how to play. This game was about waving our wands and hitting them onto the screen. We just continued hitting that for a while, I was so worried that we might just smashed the screen without our knowing. Ouch! No wonder, I felt the aching feeling on my arms now. So I got them from all the hitting or rather the 'exercising'. That reminds me that I have not been exercising for......X number of years????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now, comes the best part.....:D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;We took a group neoprint altogether. That was actually the best part of it. We do not always get the chance to take a family photo (immediate or extended one) that often so that was really a rare one! Hehehehhe....honestly, the finished product was 美的咯! Everyone one of us look Kawaiiiiiiiii.....even though I still cannot accept the fact that I had a flower on my head and hahahahahhahahaha....老板娘 actually had a strawberry on her head :D. The explantions given by the 'editor' (Doreen) was that she has given the rest the Tiaras and Crowns and none left for us. I do not have the photo with me thus would not be able to post proudly show to all. Waiting for my sis or maybe Diana to let us have one copy each. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;After that crazy time at arcade, we adjourned to the small Ferris Wheel ride that we promised the 2 little boys. Must I really ride that? It was nothing compared to The Singapore Flyer but for someone who has acrophobia, that is definitely enough. Still I went ahead with it and I did not close my eyes at all, ok? I thought I would want to join my son and share that moment with him. Heheheheh...i then realised that I was not the only one who was afraid. Janet and Nicole (oops! sorry to divulge on that) both had the same problem with me :). Hmmmm.....it was not that bad actually :). Think I am game for more, you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe is because of the exercising at the arcade, I was feeling tired and thus dozed off when my son was catching his nap. By the time I was up, it was time to set fire for the bbq. Only one guy, Derrick, was there initially to help with the starting of the fire. Should I admit that guys are still better with starting the fire? If I am not wrong, my cousin-in-law, was the one that got the firing starting. Anyway, hheheheheh...who cares, right? We GALS did our part also ok? We helped with preparing of the food ok? That was not easy also :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Fun time always passes fast. Before I realised, it was time for me to go home. I thus had to leave my son in my mother and sister's care. I do know that DenDen is always in their good hands so not much worry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;My handphone has offically conked out. Wonder should I put the claim up to 老板娘 or her sister (Nicole) leh? Well, it was actually her son that took my Samsung for a bath with coffee....but it was her sister that contributed that cup coffee for her son. Hmmmmm.....I really need to think of that seriously.....;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-4546359269787865809?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/4546359269787865809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=4546359269787865809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/4546359269787865809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/4546359269787865809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2008/08/dariuss-2nd-birthday.html' title='Darius&apos;s 2nd Birthday'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-7976250516863815630</id><published>2008-07-16T13:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T16:41:54.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing much to say :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;It has been a 'long while' since I last put up a post. I think it is time I do something about it before my cousins dropped messages in my chatbox to say....spiderwebs growing...hehehehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have intention to blog everytime when something interesting, nice, happened but then, laziness gets the best of me then procrastination creeps in...then....totally no mood to do anything but to wait and wait and wait til someone comes knocking to 'remind' me 'hey, it is time to do something ;)'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Let me see...how about blogging on the wonderful shopping day that I had with my siblings and cousins last Saturday? Went went Forum first with my siblings to get some stuffs. We had a pretty quick lunch before we started our shopping. I bought a tee for Denden, my sis bought him a cap. Well, apparently, that was not all. Damages were further done at other shops just at Forum itself. I am sure it is definitely worth it, at least I managed to get the 十万个为什么vcds for Denden :D. Thanks Ade for always getting stuffs for Denden, be it clothes, toys etc. Your budget always exceeded cos of darling....pai seh but thank you ...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Forum, we were joined by our cousins, Diana, Nic, Doreen, Eve and DenDen's favourite Poke-Poke Gor-Gor, DarDar :D :D :D. Again, one stop nia, pockets were burnt further. At Toy"R"Us, we shopped for toys for the two little men. Saying 'Thanks' to Diana and Nic! Always not forgetting DenDen's share when you buy toys for DarDar. Gam Sia many many!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to buy some clothings for myself. I had wanted to 'grab' a few more but Ade stopped me fearing my pockets would be burnt badly. True enough, one day only, I have spent quite substantial. Time to stop! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day ended physically exhausted but very happy because of all the plunder! hhehehehehhe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply love retail therapy!! but I think I need time to recuperate and recharge before I head on for more ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-7976250516863815630?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/7976250516863815630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=7976250516863815630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/7976250516863815630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/7976250516863815630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2008/07/nothing-much-to-say-p.html' title='Nothing much to say :P'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-1659680663558019205</id><published>2008-06-24T12:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T13:55:21.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY! Rebond Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes, as per what my title has said, I HAVE FINALLY REBOND MY HAIR! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Overall, I am pretty satisfied with it. All these while, I am quite sure I do not need any rebonding because I always feel that my hair is already straight enough so why pay to make it straight again? Quite nonsense and stupid, I feel. So, you will ask then why I allow myself to be nonsense and stupid? Heheheheh...that is because I feel that in fact my hair is not that straight as in real straight kind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;After some advices from my sister and some 'serious' consideration, I decided to give it a try. My hair has been in a very 'bad condition'. It is really very dry and the kind of split-ends I have.....Goodness gracious! One word, SCARY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;My FC has always wanted me to rebond my hair. He likes my hair to be straight and smooth. Well, I have defied him once. Instead of going for rebond, I decided to curl it! LOL! Though at that time, he did not mentioned anything, I do know that he still wants my hair to be straight. This time round, I decided to please him abit and also myself. With my hair in such a bad condition, I think after rebonding, it probably might give people a misconception that my hair is smooth and silky....hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Without any further ado, I proceeded to make an appointment with the stylist. After examining my hair, he, too, agreed that something has to be done. He actually suggested for me to snap short and real short! No Way! I wanted to please my FC abit and in order to get into his good books, CUTTING HAIR short is a taboo! I managed to save my hair from getting too short under the knife. After 4 hours of sitting in the salon, my hair was done. To be honest, I am quite satisfied with my hair stylist. He might have charged slightly higher than others but everytime, he will not disappoint me. Everytime, I stepped out of the salon feeling happy that it's a a brand new ME! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Since FC did not have to book in on weekends, we went for a little shop on Sunday. I was down with a terrible flu but hey, I do not want to waste my time sitting at home since his weekend's free. These are the time when we can go out together. We went IMM but did not shop at Giant which is our usual. We stopped at Daiso instead. Still, we managed to come out with some few bags. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We adjourned to 老板娘's place for her hubby had a fall. I think it was something like he fell while riding a bicycle. It seems a pretty bad one cos he has to walk with 'walking stick'. Heheheh...sorry hah but then it just reminds me of Humpty-Dumpty...oops!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-1659680663558019205?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/1659680663558019205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=1659680663558019205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/1659680663558019205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/1659680663558019205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2008/06/finally-rebond-hair.html' title='FINALLY! Rebond Hair'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-553418956455983912</id><published>2008-06-20T13:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T14:11:12.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Because he is on reservist these few days. Because of reservist he does not have to work. Because he does not have to work, his son gets to see him more these days. His son gets real crazy when he sees him and I mean really crazy. Oh by the way, the 'he' happens to be my husband aka my FC. And the 'his son' happens to be my son also. Well, I might sound jealous but then I just cannot help it, you know? The kind of reaction my son gives us each time he greets us are real extreme. He screams a little, smiles widely and waits for me to carry. Should I not carry him the very minute, he cries. That is how my son greets me each time. Towards his daddy, he gives a 'cheeky' smile, screams real loud, waiting in anticipation for him to carry him. If he does not carry him the very minute, he cries too. Why hah? Why he see me no scream so loud hah? I wonder why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister asked me last week, before she left for Vietnam. She said "Why your son so unfair? Can you teach him not to be so unfair?". By the way, Jayden's hysterical reaction applies to his Chiang-Chiang Jiu Jiu, too. He literally goes crazy should his Daddy or Jiu-Jiu stands near him. My reply was "Well, I do hope I can teach him to be fair too. Because he obviously does not treat his Mummy the way he treats his Daddy." You see now? So it is not that I teach him to be bias ok? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, bottom of my heart, I know I am glad. Glad that Jayden does not distance himself from his Daddy. Because of his Daddy's working hours, he gets to see him not more than 24 hours a week. That sounds quite sad. Kids will usually form an 'unfamiliar attitude' towards the person whom they do not get to meet often. For my case, I am glad that Jayden still have the kind of 'father-and-son' bonding with his Daddy. It is no wonder Delsen loves him lots. The kind of fatherly love will exude everytime he carries him in his arms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delsen will continue to spend the quantity and quality time with Jayden till next Friday. Take the time to enjoy these moments, ok, FC? Because once you get back to work, the amount of time spend with Jayden will shrunk again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! I will be going to get my hair done. Will I get to do rebond? What else will I do? Waiting for my stylist to advise tomorrow. Hopefully nothing much. Maybe just a hair cut and rebond? I do not want to burn my pocket and burn my hair also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update soon...that is, if I am not lazy...:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-553418956455983912?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/553418956455983912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=553418956455983912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/553418956455983912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/553418956455983912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2008/06/because-he-is-on-reservist-these-few.html' title='Because....'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-8180933104330701065</id><published>2008-06-16T15:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:43:14.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Jayden's Birthday.....again :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yes, you are right. It was Jayden's birthday AGAIN. This time round, it was a his birthday as per the western calender. Had wanted to buy a cake for him because this little man simply loves it tonnes when he started to hear people saying 'Happy Birthday'. He would be grinning from ear to ear. That happened during his daddy's birthday celebration. I shall talk about that below. We abandoned the idea of doing so because my mum said in fact it would not be auspicious to have the 'cake-cutting' so many times. Well, I do want the best for my little man, you know? No cake-cutting then. Nevertheless, we still sang 'Happy Birthday' to him a couple of times. With or without the cake, he is still smiling non-stop. Just the start of 'Happy Birthday to You', his eyes would be lit up and hands in position waiting to clap along to the rhythm. Sorry guys, I do not I am not suppose to praise my son like that but then I just cannot help it by saying "He is cute"....:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;We decided to bring the little man for a walk. He has always like to see the Singapore Flyer everytime we passed it. He definitely does not know what that big round thing is but probably what attracted him to it is the neon lights attached to it. Therefore, we decided to bring him to take a real close look. Oh my! The Singapore Flyer already look real grand everytime we look at it from the expressway. It was humongous! I am not joking one single bit. When you are standing near it, or just below it, the feeling Singapore Flyer gives, is totally different. Inpressive, I must say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey guys! My brother was actually saying, why not we organise a gathering to ride on Singapore Flyer altogether? That would be totally fun! Even my hubby was saying that if all can ride together, he would not mind trying. How about that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, my little man does not know&lt;/span&gt; like to look at Singapore Flyer near. When we were all excited and kept urging him to look at it, all he did was to take one look then shifted his attention to other things. Boring -_-'''! He still prefer looking at it when it was faraway. LOL...maybe when Singapore Flyer is near and big, he has this oppression feelings? Well, he is small and it is big, you see? LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;After a little stroll, we adjourned home, for it's late and Jayden needs to go online to chat with his favourite Yi-Yi. He is a busy little man, ok? He has lots to do and going online is inside his schedule for this whole week. Time check, 9pm. Okay! Sandy Mummy has to on the iMac for little man so he can blah blah blah non-stop with his Yi-Yi....:D I do not understand their conversation cos for Jayden's part, he just continue to 'e e a a' while the Yi-Yi was trying to talk to him. Time check again, 9.30pm. The little man wants to call it a day so he decided to 'ignore' his Yi-Yi. He is a 'no-nonsense' man so when he wants to end it, he ends it in his own way by moving off to his next 'assignment'.....Sandy Mummy, as usual, ended up tying loose ends for him. Sigh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh! Talking about birthday, we celebrated Delsen Daddy's birthday on 9 Jun at my mum's place. I know I should blog this a week ago but then still....late is better than never mah ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ade sneaked out during office hours to get Delsen's favourite birthday cake because she felt that it would be terribly sad to be getting his own birthday cake himself. Really nice and thoughtful of her to do that. Thanks a great deal, Ade! I owe you one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212706291950787058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/SFdAwSIrmfI/AAAAAAAACH0/d9QpuNqcsQ0/s320/IMG_0094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Following pictures, you will see that my little man is sharing the 'limelight' with his daddy. Of course I am sure that Delsen Daddy does not mind a single bit. I am also quite sure that back of his mind, he will definitely feel that Jayden is the best present ever. Well, as for my little man, I think besides feeling the it is a must to be in the pictures, he also make sure the photos captured him at the right angle. If you see those pictures, you would have realised that he is looking at the camera almost every shot. He is like getting ready for every snapshot. Sigh! If he has been half as cooperative as those take on his daddy's birthday, won't it be perfect????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212708727210522146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/SFdC-CL2NiI/AAAAAAAACH8/VwG6KUiEfhs/s320/IMG_0101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212708731420839426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/SFdC-R3qjgI/AAAAAAAACIE/VO8R1EBpf84/s320/IMG_0103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212708742523968450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/SFdC-7O228I/AAAAAAAACIM/RhG3YHrXgb0/s320/IMG_0104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212708744008013170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/SFdC_AwrlXI/AAAAAAAACIU/z_xnZPG9L2Y/s320/IMG_0105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;To end this post, I have attached the clip taken when we were singing 'Happy Birthday' for Delsen. Look at Jayden's expression! He is smiling and probably thinking we were saying the song for him....:D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b4cd58974c145ac5" 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://v8.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db4cd58974c145ac5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331167039%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D41F8F24803E38080288909B9D24AA2B37B8C951C.7A8EA78200A01F54C2F986D27102591794AF8087%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db4cd58974c145ac5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkRpT96uauAs394dl8fhZHcjMjpc&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://v8.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db4cd58974c145ac5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331167039%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D41F8F24803E38080288909B9D24AA2B37B8C951C.7A8EA78200A01F54C2F986D27102591794AF8087%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db4cd58974c145ac5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkRpT96uauAs394dl8fhZHcjMjpc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-8180933104330701065?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b4cd58974c145ac5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/8180933104330701065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=8180933104330701065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/8180933104330701065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/8180933104330701065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-jaydens-birthdayagain-d.html' title='It&apos;s Jayden&apos;s Birthday.....again :D'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/SFdAwSIrmfI/AAAAAAAACH0/d9QpuNqcsQ0/s72-c/IMG_0094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-218732373792878020</id><published>2008-06-09T14:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:43:16.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Highlights....Limited Edition of Sardines....Wanna Buy???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sleeping Beauty Sardines - Limited Edition - Ai Buey Boh???? ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/SEzTN2zgfvI/AAAAAAAACGs/GFKXzF0zRr0/s1600-h/Limited+Edition+of+Sardines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209771103964135154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/SEzTN2zgfvI/AAAAAAAACGs/GFKXzF0zRr0/s320/Limited+Edition+of+Sardines.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I die die also must post this even at the cost of my life.  This can of sardines, as commented by A, is real worth purchasing for.  This is just to test the market and if the response is good, we might import in more for sells but for now, this Limited Edition, we gonna brand it as Sleeping Beauty Sardines.  Anyone want to call for bids? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;By the way, anyone can guess who is in this valuable picture?????  Hehehehehehe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kiss from each sardine should you hit the guess correctly....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-218732373792878020?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/218732373792878020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=218732373792878020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/218732373792878020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/218732373792878020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2008/06/special-highlightslimited-edition-of.html' title='Special Highlights....Limited Edition of Sardines....Wanna Buy???'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/SEzTN2zgfvI/AAAAAAAACGs/GFKXzF0zRr0/s72-c/Limited+Edition+of+Sardines.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-4804263300956595134</id><published>2008-06-09T12:01:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:43:18.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates On Jayden's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I mention I would blog about Jayden's birthday celebration and so here I am doing what I have promised....but I will not put in all photos and all the juicy details about the whole celebration because.....I shall leave this very honourable task to Jayden's Favourite Yi-Yi....:D I am sure she will not mind doing so and definitely love doing it...So for all, who have been following Jayden's blog all these while, let's go into his blog and check out if his Favourite Yi-Yi has done any updating ok???? '''-_-...Wonder if his Favourite Yi-Yi will be super stressed or super TL with Sandy Mummy now???? ;P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Before I begin, I would like to take this opportunity to THANK EACH AND EVERYONE OF THEM (FAMILIES, RELATIVES, FRIENDS though not many) for taking the effort to travel all the way down to the 'remote' chalet. Thanks for all the wonderful presents (toys, clothings, shoes, soft-toy) that Jayden will definitely be using them either now or near future. And also the many angbaos that helps to 'fatten' Jayden's piggybank. It is because of your presence and your participation that made Jayden's birthday a very successful, a very memorable and a very wonderful one! Once again, THANK YOU, 谢谢, TERIMA KASIH, நன்றி.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I mentioned in my previous blog that my FC and myself pain-stakingly, lovingly , peacefully did something together...Well, that little something is the invitation card to all the loved ones inviting them to join us on Jayden's Special Day. Previously, it was meant to be a surprise but now, it's no longer because, everyone should have one already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"the invitation card"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/SEy5tk3EEBI/AAAAAAAACFE/vGEeIlQ3K2I/s1600-h/IMG_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209743061600702482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/SEy5tk3EEBI/AAAAAAAACFE/vGEeIlQ3K2I/s320/IMG_0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/SEy5uHpNJ8I/AAAAAAAACFM/svhKpVujAJI/s1600-h/IMG_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209743070937819074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/SEy5uHpNJ8I/AAAAAAAACFM/svhKpVujAJI/s320/IMG_0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Not only that, we get ready packs and packs of the birthday favours that were to be given out to the little 'friends' of Jayden. A pity I did not take a picture of it. It is a bag packed full with stuffs from jayden to his friends and thanking them for joining him on his birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;The actual day for celebration was on Jayden's birthday on lunar calender, 五月初二. Before we set off to the chalet, it started with a traditional 'da gu' (hokkien) ceremony. Hmm...I do not really know how to explain in proper English and since my command of English has always been limited, a short video clip has been attached to spare you guys from the confusion :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"da gu ceremony"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a2ba72fe9d4ce78f" 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://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da2ba72fe9d4ce78f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331167039%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D9262D019EC3E366458089B94CB4E74F1F39F534.3B3472BBC48E258E317FE673C5EF7BE620639CA3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da2ba72fe9d4ce78f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpSFXPS9Xk0YYsaEXjWwFxL4dlS0&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://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da2ba72fe9d4ce78f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331167039%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D9262D019EC3E366458089B94CB4E74F1F39F534.3B3472BBC48E258E317FE673C5EF7BE620639CA3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da2ba72fe9d4ce78f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpSFXPS9Xk0YYsaEXjWwFxL4dlS0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After all that, we get everything set and left for the chalet. I gotta thank my cousin, Eve aka The Nanny, and my 四姨 for agreeing to go down early with us to help us with the decorations. I guess without them, it would be simply impossible and very tiring for my sister to be doing everything alone since I will have to tend to Jayden, The Star Of The Day. Thank you very much Ade, Eve and 四姨。Thanking you guys on behalf of the little man, Jayden Toh Toh Toh...:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After we reached, we started to the little simple decorations. Hey, do not misunderstood me when I said SIMPLE. Apparently, wanting to get things done up simple and nice is never ever easy. Once again, thanks for Ade who has always been the 'Event Organiser' for me all the time. Be it the 'Wedding Planner' for my wedding to the 'Birthday Organisers for my Daddy's and 大舅's birthdays to the current one, Jayden's Birthday Party. She has never had any problem with all the plannings. Not forgetting to zoom into any small details and always micro-scanning ensuring or minimising any mistakes and following with back-up plans. I always encourage her to start a biz of her own in this field but then....sigh....she refuses. Though there are lots already in the market but I am sure, she will fare better than others. Ade, consider again lah. Anyway, take a look at the decors she has done up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"decors &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;by ade"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/SEy9v8TOlJI/AAAAAAAACFU/u61Rqrh0CrM/s1600-h/IMG_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209747500299097234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/SEy9v8TOlJI/AAAAAAAACFU/u61Rqrh0CrM/s320/IMG_0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/SEy9wbG5ZjI/AAAAAAAACFc/Q0-vC_ecxuE/s1600-h/IMG_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209747508568876594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/SEy9wbG5ZjI/AAAAAAAACFc/Q0-vC_ecxuE/s320/IMG_0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/SEy9w-5w2EI/AAAAAAAACFk/nwWopqN2MP0/s1600-h/IMG_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209747518177466434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/SEy9w-5w2EI/AAAAAAAACFk/nwWopqN2MP0/s320/IMG_0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/SEy9xbSfBYI/AAAAAAAACFs/bcLQw3hnyv0/s1600-h/IMG_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209747525797348738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/SEy9xbSfBYI/AAAAAAAACFs/bcLQw3hnyv0/s320/IMG_0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/SEy9xuiokRI/AAAAAAAACF0/osC2N5A1A18/s1600-h/IMG_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209747530965356818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/SEy9xuiokRI/AAAAAAAACF0/osC2N5A1A18/s320/IMG_0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/SEy-x3yLFAI/AAAAAAAACF8/630k94VgNIY/s1600-h/IMG_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209748632958080002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/SEy-x3yLFAI/AAAAAAAACF8/630k94VgNIY/s320/IMG_0025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I HATE MYSELF! Why? See that Happy 1st Birthday JAYDEN? For your infor, you will not be able to find a second one exactly like that. Why again? Because this was specially done up for Jayden by Eve and now?????? I actually forgotten to bring that home! I had wanted to bring that home and paste in near Jayden's cot so as to let him know what his Eve Yi-Yi has done for him BUT BUT BUT...I actually left it there! How can one be so careless? Now, it's gone and gone forever le. Tell, that was one in a million banner that could not be replaced lor. Sorry Eve! Made you waste your time and effort. I feel so pai seh now! Sigh! Terrible me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay, now let's take a look at the birthday cake that Delsen Daddy is so darn proud of. He specially chose that cake for Jayden because everytime he look at it, he said it reminds him of Jayden. I admit I was not that agreeable to the cake. I thought of getting something more 3D and I was veto when we were casting our votes. Now I know why they simply loved the cake because it is really very cute and makes me smile whenever I see it because it really reminds me of my Jayden boy-boy :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"birthday cake"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/SEzAgdAX2QI/AAAAAAAACGE/TpSa0PiIaNQ/s1600-h/IMG_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209750532735359234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/SEzAgdAX2QI/AAAAAAAACGE/TpSa0PiIaNQ/s320/IMG_0054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Below are few photos that were taken during the cake-cutting. How I wish we could have more photo-takings with the rest of the families, relatives and friends but then, just after the cake-cutting, the Birthday Boy started to get grouchy. Sigh! He was pretty bubbly the whole day and seemed to be enjoying himself pretty much but then just at the 'perfect' timing, Jayden decided to call the shot finally by whining and saying he wanted to rest. The video clip that shows him all smiley and a few photos taken while he was still enjoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"singing birthday song for the start :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-283cdcef27928138" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D283cdcef27928138%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331167039%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D51F69F1AAF7B0557599894255760B7E4A98D82F6.4AFA5C8AE5F2C7F33EB550C9239B77391520FA47%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D283cdcef27928138%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbS4skNOcVRxe-JscwC52MJBMTV4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D283cdcef27928138%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331167039%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D51F69F1AAF7B0557599894255760B7E4A98D82F6.4AFA5C8AE5F2C7F33EB550C9239B77391520FA47%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D283cdcef27928138%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbS4skNOcVRxe-JscwC52MJBMTV4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"photo-sessions"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/SEzGXY6zb3I/AAAAAAAACGM/TocTaMkTwEU/s1600-h/IMG_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209756974089203570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/SEzGXY6zb3I/AAAAAAAACGM/TocTaMkTwEU/s320/IMG_0063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/SEzGX7q0y8I/AAAAAAAACGU/OOw4xAhkRGE/s1600-h/IMG_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209756983417424834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/SEzGX7q0y8I/AAAAAAAACGU/OOw4xAhkRGE/s320/IMG_0064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Not that I wanna get bias by not putting other photos but these are really the 2 photos we managed to take before my little man starts to whine whine and whine non-stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe it is time I end this 'thesis'. I should leave the rest to Jayden's Favourite Yi-Yi. She is sure to give more highlights. But before I stop, allow me to post this sweet photo of DarDar and DenDen. They are forever so loving so I just cannot resist not putting up any photo of them together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"loving couple of the year"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/SEzH5NmhcPI/AAAAAAAACGc/DBrb737QqNQ/s1600-h/IMG_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209758654678528242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/SEzH5NmhcPI/AAAAAAAACGc/DBrb737QqNQ/s320/IMG_0028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-4804263300956595134?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=283cdcef27928138&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a2ba72fe9d4ce78f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/4804263300956595134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=4804263300956595134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/4804263300956595134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/4804263300956595134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2008/06/updates-on-jaydens-birthday.html' title='Updates On Jayden&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/SEy5tk3EEBI/AAAAAAAACFE/vGEeIlQ3K2I/s72-c/IMG_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-7898015289103237739</id><published>2008-06-02T12:57:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T13:52:42.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Videos Updated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I have received all 3 videos of Jayden attending his first inofficial gym lesson. Jayden is probably absorbed in his world while Doreen Yi-Yi and Eve Yi-Yi were trying to coo him to do certain 'stunts'. I guess, not only Jayden were totally shagged out. Doreen Yi-Yi and Eve Yi-Yi were totally exhaused, probably much more than Jayden. Doreen Yi-Yi was the 'video-woman while Eve Yi-Yi was again, the nanny for Jayden that day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved particularly one part when Eve Yi-Yi and Jayden almost 'tangled' together. Eve Yi-Yi was trying her best not to step onto Jayden while that silly boy still hung on to the same position, moving it totally impossible for Eve Yi-Yi to move an inch. I laughed whenever I saw the clips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DarDar once again show he can be a real independent boy. He was either roaming around the gym by himself with no assistance required, or going around to mingle with the other kids. Indeed, his PR skills can match up to his mummy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Though we see no smiles on Jayden's face but then we truly know that he was simply exhilarated throughout the whole session. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;My FC and myself are seriously considering if we should allow Jayden to take up the gym. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thinking, thinking, 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/7898015289103237739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2008/06/videos-updated.html' title='Videos Updated'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-6345343058769322946</id><published>2008-05-28T13:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T13:59:24.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jayden Attempting His First Inofficial Gym Lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Jayden took his first inofficial gym lesson with his DarDar Gor-Gor yesterday at The Forum. Well, wait say I want to say again but thanks 老板娘 for letting Jayden has this opportunity to try a day out at the gym. I heard from my cousins that he had a really wonderful day 'attending the gym lesson'. He must have been real tired after a day of 'strenuous exercise' because what my mum told me was he just fell asleep in the car on the journey back home with no patting required :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I am waiting for my cousin Doreen to upload the clip either in her blog or send via email. Hey, Doreen, no see any clip wor! Have you sent over liao hah? I would really love to see how much Jayden and DarDar enjoyed themselves yesterday. They must have had a real wild time with each others company. They are just an inseparable 'couple' that we mothers really hate to separate but then........:X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Can't wait to see the clip....:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-6345343058769322946?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/6345343058769322946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=6345343058769322946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/6345343058769322946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/6345343058769322946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2008/05/jayden-attempting-his-first-inofficial.html' title='Jayden Attempting His First Inofficial Gym Lesson'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-6478172173540967247</id><published>2008-05-27T12:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:43:18.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Me...2 Days in One Post, OK?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Baby Bryan celebrated his FIRST BIRTHDAY on 24 May (Saturday). It was a buffet lunch for all at CDANS. The place was nicely done up with balloons, banner and there was a 2-tier birthday cake for Bryan. He was dressed smartly in red. A pity I did not get to take photos with him because when we reached, he was teeny-weeny grouchy as it was his nap time. And when he was all cheerful and full of smiles, I forgotten to request to take photos with this little STAR. Bryan is a shy boy thus he does not allow everyone or anyone to carry him. He needs time to warm up. And I was totally elated when he actually allowed me to carry him and I get to play with him. He was simply adorable! Oh yeah! Though I did not take any picture with Bryan but my son represented me. He took photos with his Bryan Gor-Gor...Come come! See! Cute right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204907052606490482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/SDuLYzeJB3I/AAAAAAAACEs/-_ilBbHzyu8/s320/P1010426.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Not that I want to get all mushy again but then, like what Baby Jayden's meaning, 'God Has Heard', thus, I am, very thankful to all GODS for 'helping' me all these while. When I count my blessings, I always count it TWICE even THRICE when it comes to Baby Jayden. Therefore, when my mother asked me to go pay gratitude to Goddess of Mercy and when my Financial-Controller (FC) told me to go on Sunday, I agreed with no questions asked. We paid our offerings to Goddess of Mercy thanking HER for HER help all these while. Gam Sia Guan Yim Ma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;After that, we adjourned to Middle Road to get some birthday party stuffs for Baby Jayden's birthday. All I can say is WOW! When I stepped into the first shop, all I can say is still WOW! Wide range of varieties ranging from banners, balloons, birthday favours....and lots more. I was lost for a while. Where to start, how to start and where to end and how to end (in fact, do not really want to end because all the stuffs seem so relevant for Baby Jayden's party).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Once again, thank you FC for being there with me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I was going through all the stuffs and telling my FC "this this this and that that that ok?" My FC's reply dampen my mood :(. He was like "No no no and no no no" all the way. Ok, well, probably not all the way but he tried to curb my spend-thrift character knowing I would bound to buy things that we do not need at all. True enough, I do have intentions to buy things which were irrelevant. Lucky for me that he was around because he was quick to spot me when I started the 'impulsive buying'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;I really really love to upload the pictures of some little stuffs we bought but then, again, I think I shall keep it until that day to reveal what we have gotten. Nothing fantastic but just few things to brighten up the atmosphere that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;When I stepped out from the shop, I was feeling happy. Running through my checklist, I realised I have made quite a number of ticks to my list. Which means, I have more or less complete what I am supposed to do, leaving only a few more stuffs to clear before closing my case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Now, I can only hope that the day will run smooth enough with no major hiccups. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Guys and girls, see you there okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-6478172173540967247?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/6478172173540967247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=6478172173540967247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/6478172173540967247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/6478172173540967247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2008/05/lazy-me2-days-in-one-post-ok.html' title='Lazy Me...2 Days in One Post, OK?'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/SDuLYzeJB3I/AAAAAAAACEs/-_ilBbHzyu8/s72-c/P1010426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-5550960215341934175</id><published>2008-05-22T11:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T12:20:13.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Pregnant!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Or am I not? I was really scared-stiff when I kept on vomitting last few days. For no rhyme nor reason, everything I eat (or did not eat), I ended up throwing. Throw until I abit tired. That clearly reminds me the time when I was carrying Baby Jayden.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;That time, I was having very bad morning, afternoon and night sicknesses. Everything I eat or even if I did not eat, I ended up throwing. My body seems to repel all food, even food that I craved for. My life becomes topsy-turvy, everything seems a real mess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Not say I want to say, but I say lah hor, 老板娘's pregnancy seems to be a total opposite of mine. She is constantly smiling and she seems to enjoy every single bit of it. Me? I tried to enjoy but I just do not seem to be able to. The motivation to try further lessen after I encountered too many downs subsequently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Glad to know that the black clouds that hovered around me that time has long gone. What I am seeing now is bright and sunny weather. Now I truly believe this, 阳光总在风雨后。 Oh! And also, always believe in MIRACLE! That is what I do that other time. Of course, undeniably, FAMILY and relatives still remain as the main support for me. See! I always bring in FAMILY and relatives right? That shows how important they mean to me. No doubt about that at all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Why the sudden post of this? Feelings just keep gushing in especially when Baby Jayden's birthday's nearing. That incident somehow manage to strengthen the already closed bonds I have with them. Very mushy? Very long-winded? But hey, 人家真情流露嘛！ LOL!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Before I forget, I AM NOT PREGNANT lah! The title? Got to be something real bombastic that will attract others attention mah. If not, no one will come visit my blog leh.....:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;And lastly, 老板娘，not that I always want to drag you in and make you real 'famous' in such a manner (I know you very famous liao), but then, you seem to be the most appropriate example in my blog so far....;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-5550960215341934175?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/5550960215341934175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=5550960215341934175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/5550960215341934175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/5550960215341934175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-pregnant.html' title='I&apos;m Pregnant!!!!'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-262051670740354093</id><published>2008-05-21T13:33:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T17:22:42.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Recently, there has been a hoo-ha going on in somebody's blog. I wish to comment no further on this episode as this has in fact gone stale already. No point going on and on and on and on and on and....how many ons already? LOL...Anyway, bottomline is, what done has already been done, what gone has long gone far thus move on is what each and everyone should do as time and tide waits for no one. The above episode taught me one precious lesson. No matter what happen, FAMILY, is still the one that everyone should treasure most. No matter what happens, they are definitely the one that will never ever desert you. Instead of repeatedly saying that one does understand how much FAMIlY has sacrifices for oneself, I guess the most practical action is to really prove ones worth. Be it 1 year, 5 years or even 10 years, FAMILY will still be standing at the end of the road waiting for one to come home. No matter how much sufferings one had encountered in the outside world, FAMILY will always say this 天冷就回来。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! Enough of it! The air is getting stale just by talking about the above incident. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about something nice instead....:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Jayden's birthday's celebration is just about 2 weeks away. Sandy Mummy is getting all so excited! I am not even that bothered about my own birthday. We left barely 2 weeks to get everything done and yesterday Sandy Mummy worked "hand-in-hand" with Delsen Daddy to get some little stuffs done. It was not anything major but I really cannot divulge what was it we do. And before you guys start to think 'dirty', please don't. It was nothing of 'that' sort. It is related to Jayden's birthday party. I would love to divulge a little info but then, hey, allow me to keep a little suspense ok? You guys will know in due course. This is something that Delsen Daddy and Sandy Mummy painstakingly did it together ;P Hehehe...that would also be one rare occasion when Delsen Daddy and Sandy Mummy worked together with no bickerings at all. How lovingly can we be? ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And guys, do not expect any professional entertainer for Baby Jayden's birthday bash, ok? Really not that loaded like 老板娘 to engage the entertainer for her darling boy, DarDar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tune in for further updates (if I do remember to update ;)) on Baby Jayden's First Birthday Party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So excited! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-262051670740354093?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/262051670740354093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=262051670740354093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/262051670740354093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/262051670740354093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2008/05/random-thoughts-of-mine.html' title='Random Thots'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-6571100632629567663</id><published>2008-05-12T12:09:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T10:23:24.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated Mother's Day...To All Wonderful Mothers....Including Myself...:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Celebrated Mother's Day yesterday with my wonderful Mummy, Mdm Yeo...hehehe...All these years, without fail, we will make an effort to celebrate this day with her. Be it with a present, or a meal, just a day to make her feel extra special. I do know that as long as we treat Mdm Yeo well, be nice to her, everyday will be Mother's Day to her. Still, we want to make this a day for her to be happy about. Thus, we booked lunch for our family and had a buffet lunch. We went to have lunch at this buffet restaurant at Marina Square (MS).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I will love to give more details on the 'wonderful' lunch we had but decide against it as not really worth mentioning, as a matter-of-fact. According to the rest of my family members, it sucks! They vetoed going to that place again. Come to think of it, probably they are right. Firstly, varieties lessen, quality not good anymore and for every food that we would want to get for second round, you just got to wait wait and wait further. If you lucky, you will be able to 'snatch' for it. If not, happy waiting ok? Actually, should not complain much about the wait because yesterday was a day that every eatery you go, you just got to have patience. Ok, maybe for the wait, I got to strike it out but then, just talk about the food itself, really...值不值得？ I guess all of us will sing in unamimous, 不值得. Worst still ah, I eat not much yet end of diarrhoea. For me, lagi 不值得.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, after that, we adjourned to Kiddy Palace. That is, for now, the place that I loved shopping most, for Jayden's stuffs. Whenever I do chanced upon one of their outlets, I would definitely go in and take a look. To see if I missed out anything and maybe to cure my own shopping craving. Inside of shopping that much for myself, I always end up putting my focus on Jayden. I enjoyed most shopping with my Mum, my sister and the Yeo's family. Why? Cha boh mah! Once we get together, we will have lots to gossip and most of importantly, we have the same shopping frequency. Not that I do not enjoy shopping with my hubby. Well, come to think of it, I really do not enjoy much with my hubby....heheheheheh....he is my Financial Controller. LOL. Also glad that he is my Financial Controller, if not I would have to declare bankrupt now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oops! Have I side-tracked alot? Ok, back to yesterday's. Though lunch was treated by her children, Mdm Yeo's pocket burnt a real big whole too. She ended up buying toys and clothes for her favourite grandson. Jayden's GongGong and Yi-Yi were not spared, too. Poor them! GongGong bought a very cute T for Jayden while Yi-Yi ended up paying all stuffs that Jayden's Mummy wanted to buy for the little man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Everytime, every trip, should we go out, we bound to come home with bags (big, small, it does not matter already) on items for Jayden. He is so much loved by so many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We did not shopped for long eventually because Jayden's Mummy's tummy Blah Blah 的痛 so we decided to cut short our shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;All in all, yesterday was an eventful day, in my point of view. Hope to have more of these little family gatherings....:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;By the way, Diana Yi-Yi alias Lao Bang Niang Yi-Yi bought a little toy for Jayden, Elmo Hot Tomato. Really cute! Upon pressing it, Elmo will go laughing non-stop. LOL! Jayden was scared of it initially because of the laughing Elmo but I guess, he is begining to like it and by showing his love for it, he will reach for it and want to bite it. Anyone wants to be loved by my little man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Before I end, want to thank Lao Bang Niang, too. She has been really nice to help us get a free car-seat by chipping in and stock up diapers for his son though I think she has more than enough stock at home. Thanks hah, Lao Bang Niang! Oh listen! Can you guys hear that? I can already hear her typical line, saying, "Mai bo liao lah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;LOL...anyway, to conclude this post, hehehe...I've decided to change my blogskin like what the others have done way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nice????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-6571100632629567663?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/6571100632629567663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=6571100632629567663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/6571100632629567663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/6571100632629567663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-belated-mothers-dayto-all.html' title='Happy Belated Mother&apos;s Day...To All Wonderful Mothers....Including Myself...:D'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-4409571099690618617</id><published>2008-04-22T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T23:07:23.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Primary School Composition: My Best Friend ;P</title><content type='html'>Have you ever ask yourself this? If you encounter problems, who do you consult, turn to? Who will be your shoulder to cry on? Family? Friends? Soulmates? For me, I used to confide in my mother, sister, cousins and my best friend. I still confide in those people as listed but minus my best friend. I always say and I will still say, luckily I have my family and closed relatives to be around. If not, I am just an individual with nothing and I really mean NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the time, I always think that everyone will definitely turn to their friends when they encounter problem(s). I used to think that way too. And I thought I can easily sought advices from my friends, or rather my best friend until I realise, I no longer have one. How does that sound? Pathetic, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that she is my best friend. I used to think that she is the one who can help/guide me along, support me throughout and comfort me all the way. I used to think we have lots in common. Way back then, I used to confide in her or we used to confide in one another. Now, it is no longer the same. In front of others, she still proclaim me as her Best Friend. She also insist that I should do the same. I wanted to, very much wanted to but then.....are we really that close? Won't it be very pretentious when we jolly well know our friendship is no longer there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have to admit that I still care for her alot. Among the other friends, apart from a few guy friends whom I consider them my best buddies, she is the one that topped my list. Whatever I do, I will always make sure I do not forget her share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, things have changed probably because of our work, our personal life, and many other factors. Or am I just finding excuses for her change? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................&lt;br /&gt;...............&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh! After so many years of friendship (almost 15 yrs), we have actually come to a point whereby our relationship seem so near yet so far. We are almost like strangers now. Sigh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope that our friendship can turn for the better, somehow or rather. Well, it seems a waste to let it be ruined in such a way. Don't you think so?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-4409571099690618617?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/4409571099690618617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=4409571099690618617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/4409571099690618617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/4409571099690618617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2008/04/have-you-ever-ask-yourself-this-if-you.html' title='Primary School Composition: My Best Friend ;P'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-5467088775159597851</id><published>2008-04-21T12:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T12:52:11.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jayden's Upcoming Birthday Celebration</title><content type='html'>Though I have approximately one month plus to do some planning on how I want the party to be, still, one month time will be up pretty soon.  How should I go about doing it?  Any invitation cards? What kind of decorations? Any professional performers to go along? Wow! It is really something that I have no clue to it. Big scale kind of celebration?  Or should I restrict it to a teeny-weeny celebration with just the loved ones? Really headache! I hope to give him something that is worth remembering but then again, how much can he remember really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish someone can advise me on how to even start cos time is running out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-5467088775159597851?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/5467088775159597851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=5467088775159597851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/5467088775159597851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/5467088775159597851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2008/04/jaydens-upcoming-birthday-celebration.html' title='Jayden&apos;s Upcoming Birthday Celebration'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-1812124795032515980</id><published>2008-04-11T12:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T13:49:24.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qing Ming Festival</title><content type='html'>It is the time of the day where we go 扫墓 again. In fact, the festival is coming to an end. If I am not wrong, this coming Sunday (13 Apr) happens to be the last day of Qing Ming Festival. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qing Ming Jie is a day for the Chinese to remember and honour to their ancestors at the grave sites. All young and old will pray to their ancestors, sweep the tombs and offer food, tea, wine, (joss) paper accesories to their ancestors. Me? No different from the others and will do what the other do. This coming Saturday (12 Apr) will most likely be going to my maternal grandparents and ancestors grave sites and columbarium to pay respect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this day especially but hey, do not get me wrong. It is not that I enjoy having people dead then paying honours to them. I not that 'black-hearted', ok? I like it because of the togetherness that we will be sharing everytime we get together and this day is no difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have close bonds with my maternal relatives. Really so close that I guess it is not that easily breakable. We might have our differences, bicker abit here and there, do not see eyes-to-eyes at times but when anyone of us need help, be it just to find 'kakis' to play mahjong or seriously need a helping hand, I can guarantee that ALL and I really mean ALL will immediately stand by to help. Not exaggerating a single bit! These have been tested and proven all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Qing Ming Festival, without fail, it always reminds me the past. The lost of my maternal grandmother and 4th Uncle whom had passed on in 2003. *sob sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost Ah Mah to pneumonia in 2003. She was fighting with 'it' for sometime and we were there for her all the time giving her all the support she needed.  Seeing her lying on the hospital bed looking at us without saying a word. We know she had lots to say to us but the oxygen mask was on. She needed that to help her breathe. Everytime we went to the hospital, the earnest looks in her eyes brought pain to us. Bitchy me hated myself to the core because the day she passed away, I was not there to visit her. As usual, taking things for granted, I thought I can do it TOMORROW but TOMORROW never come. Best part of it was that very day was a holiday, I could have simply made a trip to the hospital which was just 10 mins walk away from my house. WHY? BITCHY enough right? Just because it was raining and wet that day, I decided to stay home. End up? I did not get to hold my Ah Mah hands for the last time. She was gone when we finally rushed down. Whenever I think back, I really hated myself. She was gone but peaceful enough, with her children around her. I heard that 2nd Uncle sang song to her, 世上只有妈妈好。How lovely, right? I guess that made Ah Mah contented that she decided that it is time for her to leave and join Ah Gong in the Afterworld. All these while, we were grieving but still, we gave support to one another and our parents as they have lost their mother. We managed to pull through and we tried to collect our feelings and let lives resume back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when we thought things could get better, another lightning struck us. 4th Uncle's condition worsen. He had been fighting with lung cancer for a year or so. There was a period when his condition was better. We were all so happy for him but when news of his cancer spreading real fast, even to his brains, we were told to be ready for the worse. We stood by our 4th Aunt and our cousins. Though they never once said anything or cried in front of us but we knew they were feeling terribly upset. They put up a very brave front because they did not want to worry their mother. I remembered something that their dad said to them when the eldest brother asked if there was anything that he wanted to fulfil. 4th Uncle's reply was "I do not have anything unfulfilled. All I ask for is that you boy can take care of one another and help me take care of your mother". *sob sob sniffle sniffle*. Sad right? Just one simple request from him made all the others around him at that time shed tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One precious lesson learnt from Ah Mah's episode was that never to take things for granted and think that you still have TOMORROW because TOMORROW might not come.  Therefore, for my 4th Uncle, I never once absent myself from the hospital. We literally 'camped' ourselves in NUH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th Uncle left us in Dec 03. We felt that he has deliberately removed the oxygen mask himself. Probably he felt that he did not want to add on burden and misery to all thus he felt that it was best for him to go. Without doubt, we were upset but then, we felt glad for him as he did not have to suffer any further. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes real fast as both of them had left us for almost 5 years. Funny thing is that all these happenings seems like they have happened just yesterday. Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to treasure your loved ones as you do not want to regret like me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is something that I learnt when I was still young....heheheheh...I was proud of myself that time when I knew how to recite that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm....maybe I should teach my son how to recite that also...;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;清明時節雨紛紛 / 清明时节雨纷纷 / qīng míng shí jié yǔ fēn fēn&lt;br /&gt;路上行人欲斷魂 / 路上行人欲断魂 / lù shàng xíng rén yù duàn hún&lt;br /&gt;借問酒家何處有 / 借问酒家何处有 / jiè wèn jiǔ jiā hé chù yǒu&lt;br /&gt;牧童遙指杏花村 / 牧童遥指杏花村 / mù tóng yáo zhǐ xìng huā cūn English translation:&lt;br /&gt;A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day;&lt;br /&gt;The mourner's heart is breaking on his way.&lt;br /&gt;Where can a hostel be found to drown his sadness?&lt;br /&gt;A cowherd points to Xing Hua village in the distance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-1812124795032515980?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/1812124795032515980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=1812124795032515980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/1812124795032515980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/1812124795032515980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2008/04/qing-ming-festival.html' title='Qing Ming Festival'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-2454261743519315916</id><published>2008-03-20T13:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T15:16:35.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is....</title><content type='html'>What is Love?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this does not bother me at all. For me, I feel love is all around me always. I have the love from my family, my hubby...and lots more. Since then, why would I want to bring up an issue that seems to be none of my business?  That is because I see couples quarrelling then breaking up, some even ended up divorcing and that make me really stop to ponder over it.  I always find it a total waste to see couples so loving in the first place but ended up in separate ways in the end. Is love that easily breakable? I thought people would always say "as long as there is love, nothing can break us through?????"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I got the meaning of LOVE from dictionary and it says...."A deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, what is love? Or rather what is love to oneself? Different people have different say to it. Some say, to love someone is to: -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) let him/her seek his/her own happiness;&lt;br /&gt;2) give him/her the best you can give;&lt;br /&gt;3) hold on to him/her and never let go (possessiveness, probably);&lt;br /&gt;4) give in unconditionally hoping one day he/she will really understand the love you have for him/her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my understanding, LOVE is something that is so complicated and fragile yet everyone is more than willing to jump into it. And even more than willing to try again and again to get it right though they might have been hurt by LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the start of every relationship, I thought one should know the other party's character rather well before one starts any commitment. Why must one comes and said things like "I thought I will be able to change him/her."  Pretty crappy, right?  And when one wants to end it, they will simply find lots of excuses to cover their own backside. It is always so easy to push all blames to the other party.  Agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, I am not here to judge anyone or anything. I am just purely voicing out my views after seeing so many unhappy incidents that happen around me recently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As saying goes, "不在乎天长地旧，只在乎曾经拥有" and "问世间情为何物，只叫人生死相许". So, which one you belong to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You belong to the one that do not bother if you get together eventually but just care about the feelings that you once had?????  Or you are those that even die also must hug together and die?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me?  It seems like I belong to neither.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-2454261743519315916?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/2454261743519315916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=2454261743519315916&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/2454261743519315916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/2454261743519315916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2008/03/love-is.html' title='Love is....'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-3948916957989362472</id><published>2008-03-14T13:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T14:01:51.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF!!!!</title><content type='html'>TGIF!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have managed to survive yet another working week. As usual, getting 2 days off before the work starts all over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why but recently, I am getting very vexed with my whole life. It seems that nothing is going the right way for me. I mean especially work. Day in day out, work work work and still more work. Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way I de-stress is to go home each day to my family and to my little boy :D. He is starting to ask for his mummy's attention. That is also the best comfort I get each time I see him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone said that before, "I am alright if my husband wants to divorce me, the only thing I will ask from him is the custody of my kids". Now, I truly understand that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides my own family, the joy I get is from my little boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;无价之宝, that is what my son will be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-3948916957989362472?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/3948916957989362472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=3948916957989362472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/3948916957989362472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/3948916957989362472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2008/03/tgif.html' title='TGIF!!!!'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-4504499859084703032</id><published>2008-03-10T12:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T13:02:40.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate to work</title><content type='html'>I have lots to do but yet do not know what to do!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pulling hair now! Sigh! How I wish I can be like Lady Boss and become a tai-tai also. Listening to her saying she gets real bored at times when most of us are busy at work. So green with envy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I think I should quit day-dreaming and get back to work. Guess I should resign to my fate and always remember that I am not borne with a silver spoon (or diamond spoon???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me for this post that is so boring! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what to do? I do have a boring life, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought like Lady Boss life so colourful meh????? ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! Lady Boss, do not get too personal hor? Not personal attack ok???? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-4504499859084703032?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/4504499859084703032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=4504499859084703032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/4504499859084703032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/4504499859084703032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2008/03/hate-to-work.html' title='Hate to work'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-7194024047080658447</id><published>2008-03-06T16:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T16:11:57.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I know...Updates Right?</title><content type='html'>Someone told me: Hey, don't you think it is time for some updates for your blog? New post for it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought for a while, then I decided that yes, I am going to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By putting in a few words to create a new post, by uploading 2 more photos of Jayden, I am done..:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updating done on 6 Mar 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty lame, right? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-7194024047080658447?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/7194024047080658447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=7194024047080658447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/7194024047080658447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/7194024047080658447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-know-i-knowupdates-right.html' title='I know I know...Updates Right?'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-4557778082225754811</id><published>2008-01-15T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T13:55:55.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Friends, Shall We Meet Up?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, it was one of my buddies, R's birthday. I decided to drop him a birthday message. First message sent. No reply. He is someone who would not 'ignore' me. An inner voice told me he could have changed number. Well, not actually change lah but then he could be using back his old number so I decided to drop a msg to yet another buddy, D, to confirm on that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder he did not reply me lah. Indeed he has discarded his new number and back to old number again. Vain! Keep changing numbers and worst still, change without telling me :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutes later, I received his phone call. Hehehehe...he called to say thank you then started to say I was not 'friend' enough because I did not msg him to tell him I had given birth.  But I did!!! Well, msg was sent to the wrong number what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout, the few minutes of conversation, he was constantly laughing. The kind of heartwarming laughter he gave brought me back to the times when we were still in school. He is one of my best buddies and there won't be a minute of awkwardness whenever he is around. He always bring laughter to us and I do enjoy his company all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that few minutes of chat, that reminds me that it has been centuries since I last met up with my 'gang'. Let me try to recall.....think the last time we met up over cuppa was.......during my wedding dinner!!!!! oops! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness gracious! That would be like a year ago since we last met up! We used to meet up during our birthdays, x'mas, new year etc etc etc...Go out for movies, dinners or simply do nothing. But that was when we do not have much commitments. Now? We cannot do just that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah....no wonder he was complaining that I, being the organiser always, should have organised something for all of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, friends. I will see about it then organise something for us ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me some time ok? I will need to coordinate each and everyone's timing. You think easy meh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-4557778082225754811?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/4557778082225754811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=4557778082225754811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/4557778082225754811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/4557778082225754811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello-friends-shall-we-meet-up.html' title='Hello Friends, Shall We Meet Up?'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-2445585858040503522</id><published>2008-01-14T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:43:19.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>宝屁! u finally did it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/R4r3zW9nqhI/AAAAAAAABhU/7Z5tHW01DmU/s1600-h/Presentation1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/R4r3zW9nqhI/AAAAAAAABhU/7Z5tHW01DmU/s320/Presentation1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155205185188375058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little 宝屁 finally did it yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a message from my mum's handphone yesterday at 13.09pm. It brought me a msg that I was so happy after hearing that. It says "Darling successfully turns himself on e bed juz now. He managed to stay on his stomach for a while."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy when I saw the msg. I quickly replied her asking if he did it himself or with her help? She replied "Yup...He did it all by himself. He did a few times.". Cool! That is just so cool to hear that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few days back, I was still saying that 宝屁 seems pretty slow. He always give up after a few tries. But never know he actually did it just few days later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go, 宝屁!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, that gives me another problem. He always want to turn over when I am changing his diapers, washing up for him....etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"-_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-2445585858040503522?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/2445585858040503522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=2445585858040503522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/2445585858040503522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/2445585858040503522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2008/01/u-finally-did-it.html' title='宝屁! u finally did it!'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/R4r3zW9nqhI/AAAAAAAABhU/7Z5tHW01DmU/s72-c/Presentation1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-1034396200136351721</id><published>2007-11-19T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T15:04:49.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucking his hands</title><content type='html'>Baby Jayden has cultivated the habit of sucking his own hands recently. Funny thing is, he will only suck them with his mittens on. If you were to remove his mittens, he will just stare at his own hands as if they are something 'weird'. I took some videos of him sucking his own hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know they were not taken clear enough and in fact, pretty short. That is because I have yet to explore on how to do it correctly. Thus meanwhile, bear with these 3 short clips. I also wonder if you able to hear the sounds he made while sucking his own hands, the 'chiab chiab' sound...;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ozmPRso3hHk&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ozmPRso3hHk&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cJaym5tQeuQ&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cJaym5tQeuQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TGVU0SgQuyQ&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TGVU0SgQuyQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-1034396200136351721?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/1034396200136351721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=1034396200136351721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/1034396200136351721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/1034396200136351721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2007/11/sucking-his-hands.html' title='Sucking his hands'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-62140324616711800</id><published>2007-11-16T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:43:20.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Five Months, Darling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/Rz0hHIqyoXI/AAAAAAAAAWE/12rBiUOBVsw/s1600-h/R-JT082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/Rz0hHIqyoXI/AAAAAAAAAWE/12rBiUOBVsw/s320/R-JT082.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133295556741996914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say actually. Just wanna post something about Jayden. Today, he is actually 5-months old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 5-months old darliing...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-62140324616711800?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/62140324616711800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=62140324616711800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/62140324616711800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/62140324616711800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-five-months-darling.html' title='Happy Five Months, Darling'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/Rz0hHIqyoXI/AAAAAAAAAWE/12rBiUOBVsw/s72-c/R-JT082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-937339036739203742</id><published>2007-10-03T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T23:56:04.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks....to EVERYONE out there</title><content type='html'>It has indeed being very heartwarming to know that love is all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the day, when I encountered problem with the foetus inside me, I already know that I am well-loved by everyone around me.  Though we are not those who show our affection for one another that openly by hugs and kisses or sort but still, all actions and words proved that we deeply care for one another.  The care and concern shown towards me during that period was even more obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love is extended after Baby Jayden was borne with him having to go through an operation just when he was barely 2 days old. Everyone rushed down to show their support. Those who did not manage to come by shown their concern for us by sending us heartwarming messages and phone-calls. They let us know that they will be with us constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love is further extended when they know Baby Jayden might have to go for yet another operation. Cousin D really did alot for us again. She purposely wake up real early (well, apparently she is not a morning person) gone through the trouble to make call for me to that osteo hoping to fix an early appointment for Baby Jayden. Don't say I wanna say but I say lah hor.....thank you very very much, Cousin D. You have been extremely helpful all these while. Running up and down for me and being very actively involved in this whole issue. Really do not know how else to thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin Do and Cousin E have sent messages encouraging me and Baby Jayden to be strong and trust that things will work out fine.  It is always nice to receive encouraging messages from them. These give me the energy to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister-in-law J told me to hang in strong, too. Telling me to look for her whenever I need support or help. Letting me know that I am not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not the least, my FAMILY.  From my parents to my one-and-only-sister A to my once-good-looking brother T then to the dio-ah-scold-mmm-dio-ah-scold's Baby Jayden's khim-khim, the care, concern, love that they have given not only to Baby Jayden but to me make me believe that things will definitely work out fine. They let me understand that there is nothing that cannot be achieved if we keep the faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, this post is specially dedicated to all the above whom I have mentioned who have stand by me, my hubby and Baby Jayden. I wanna say a BIG THANK YOU TO ALL. It is because of Baby Jayden, that is why I believe there is always a better tomorrow. It is also because of ALL OF YOU that is why I believe that we are definitely not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time round, Baby Jayden is sure to make it again. He is a brave boy. He can hear us cheering for him. He is waiting to grow old with us then petting our shoulders one by one saying THANK YOU on his own. He is not giving up because God has heard us praying for Baby Jayden. God has given me a chance to be his mummy thus God will not take him away from me at this point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.....I'm sending out a little request to all of you. Help me pray pray real hard hor. Pray that Baby Jayden can pass through without the op. But if really boh bian have to go for the op, help me pray pray that this will be yet another smooth op for our little warrior......BABY JAYDEN!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-937339036739203742?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/937339036739203742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=937339036739203742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/937339036739203742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/937339036739203742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2007/10/thanksto-everyone-out-there.html' title='Thanks....to EVERYONE out there'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-5681716379082360014</id><published>2007-10-02T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T13:52:40.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Bravery Award????</title><content type='html'>It would be nice to see my son receiving another certificate for being a brave warrior who brave through the op that might come for him....but still, it pained me to see him going through knives again.  I have always dislike taking roller coasters but I hated it even more when this roller coaster rides involved my son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday medical check-up gave us not-so-good news again.  Neurosurgeon from the hospital told us that it might be inevitable for Jayden to go through yet another op for the spine-nerves issue.  Previously, Jayden's doctor already said that from the look at his back, it seems that his spine is pulling into his nerves.  If so, this might affect his walking later on.  An ultrasound scan was scheduled and we were pretty happy when the doctor said anything is fine from the scan but she will still want the neurosurgeon to take another look.  Thus an appointment was fixed with the neurosurgeon to take a look.  Though the surgeon was in a rush for another appointment somewhere else but a look at Jayden's back show that it seems quite highly likely that he has to have another op. No other information was given because the surgeon wanted to only commit after a MRI scan is done on him.  Does it mean that the surgeon might make a mistake regarding the op?  Does it mean Jayden might not have to do another op?  I am quite doubtful though because from the look and the tone from the surgeon, he seems to send messages to me telling me.....be prepared for the op.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing that, I feel like breaking down.  Why?  Why him?  Why does he have to go through so many downs?  He hasn't done anything to deserve all these, you know?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since day one of my pregnancy, he has not have any good life.  He even almost lost his life because of me.  Now....this again.  Could it be my doing that made him having to suffer yet another time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know and I really don't want to think so much.  I keep telling others that we should look on the brighter side.  I acted as though things will look fine but as a mother, I am in fact shaking inside.  Any op has its risk even though the surgeon did said he is expert in this field.  Don't forget, any op, even minor ones are consider BIG ones for Jayden as he is just a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just praying real hard that this news about having an operation is just another false alarm.  I really praying real hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if.....it is a must again, I pray even harder that it is a smooth op for him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-5681716379082360014?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/5681716379082360014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=5681716379082360014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/5681716379082360014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/5681716379082360014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2007/10/another-bravery-award.html' title='Another Bravery Award????'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-3075198209330380332</id><published>2007-09-24T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T13:44:57.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 months 1 week 1 day</title><content type='html'>Time flies real fast. Can you imagine?  Jayden's already 3 months 1 week and 1 day.  Hahahaha...in approx another 3 more weeks, Jayden will have get to kwee cho which means he can have a taste chicken drumbstick.  I was still discussing with my family that I would wanna buy 3 different taste of drumbsticks for him, 白鸡，油鸡 and 烧鸡。Hmmmm...wondering what kind of reaction Jayden will have upon tasting these yummy chicken drumbsticks???  But as he is a prem baby, this kwee cho thingy will be for formality sake thus in actual fact, he will get to take in semi-solid food when he is at the age of 6 months only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at him growing each day, is really a wonderful thing to do.  People might think I am crazy but I did mention before that by just looking at him sleeping, really brings joy.  And the most important thing is, I am not the only crazy person doing it lor.  I actually caught my hubby, my sister, and my brother doing that also.  It is like sitting there and 傻笑。不知道的人might really think we abit short-circuit.  I gotta especially emphasise on my brother as he is certainly not someone who would sit there and smile at one person so affectionally.  Just last Saturday, before he left for work, I saw him sitting on the sofa and just smiling at Jayden though that little brat's gaze was not on him.  This kind of feeling is really sweet.  This also only means that Jayden is indeed well-loved, protected by everyone in my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, but then I understand that one will not be loved by everyone cos there are bound to be people who dotes on you while others don't.  This thing happened to little Jayden also.  I won't be naming them but I just heard from my sister last Saturday about an incident.  Blur Jayden's mummy.  She actually does not know that this thing happen.  Also good lah...what I do not know won't hurt mah...right?  In fact, I really do not mind if others do not dote Jayden as much as my family does, but then like what my sister said, he is just a baby only, you know?  You gotta treat him like that meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another someone who actually commented that Jayden look 呆呆的。 Said that Jayden looks blur and does not respond, does not smile as often.  I am not finding excuses for Jayden but then as mentioned by the doctors, since he is a prem baby, he would be slower than those full-term babies.  Ok, I do know that all these are harmless remarks but then pardon me for saying, at times, 说者无意，听者有意。 I have to admit that Jayden does not smile as often.  He is really an attitude baby because he smiles only when he really wanna smile.  If not, most of the time, he just started at the person talking to him.  Well, what to do?  Can only blame myself and my hubby look.  Who ask us to be borne with a 臭臭脸and an attitude?  臭臭加臭臭等于更臭的脸。。。with parents like that hor, how smiley can our baby be hah????? ;)  Poor Jayden, you gotta suffer cos of your parents...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am really okay about all the above I have said.  Seriously and honestly, I am ok.  Looking at the way my family vying for his attention, the time to spend with him alone, is more than enough to make me all smiles again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayden, you better be good and not be a spoilt brat when you grow up.  You better be sure that all the time spent looking after you, time spent teaching you the rights from wrongs are worthwhile ok?  Grandpapa's, Grandmama's, Adelyn Yi-yi's, Terence Jiu Jiu's life have become topsy-turvy after you moved in with them.  Not that they wanna complain but you have indeed made a real big impact on them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...you must learn to appreciate and reciprocate what they have done for you leh.  Learn to love them more each day, ok?  Even better if you can flood them with your smiles, hugs and kisses...:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-3075198209330380332?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/3075198209330380332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=3075198209330380332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/3075198209330380332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/3075198209330380332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2007/09/3-months-1-week-1-day.html' title='3 months 1 week 1 day'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-5702110766607806815</id><published>2007-08-30T13:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T14:56:40.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for New Updates</title><content type='html'>I have lots to say, too much to tell, tonnes to share yet yet yet.......yet when I am typing now, I do not know what to say, how to tell, which story to share.  Probably it is because I have stopped too long without any updates so now when I wanna share, too much in the back of my mind thus do not know how to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess those who bother to pop by my blog would have know that I have finally given birth to a healthy baby that is borne at 32 weeks gestation, 1.23 kg at 10.01am at KKWCH.  After so many ups and millions of down, Jayden was brought into this world by C-section.  He was crying at the top of his lung after the nurses cleared the phlegm in his throat.  I always think that would be way too drama but I actually teared when Jayden was brought out.  I was simply delighted and heaved a big sigh of relief because after so much persistant by us both, we finally won the battle!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stayed a total of 48 days in KKWCH for reason being he was borne premature.  Other than that, he is fine.  He is slowly growing inches by inches and whenever I looked at him, the happiness is really indescribable.  I always say to myself, should I have heeded the gynae's advice back then, I would have 'murdered' my own son.  I would not have enjoyed the joy of holding this little boy in my arms. Anyway, all these are history.  I have  entered motherhood and that is the important part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If to count his actual age, he is approx 2 1/2 months but if to consider his corrected age, he is just one month :).  Seriously, I never know that by sitting quietly and watching him in his dreamland can actually brings satisfaction to me.  I do not know that I can actually be satisfied so easily???!!!  Recently, I find that he can actually listen attentively when one is talking.  It is as if he understands what that person is talking about.  His round big eyes will follow when the person is talking and moving.  His innocent gazes are so adorable.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But his gazes are no longer round and big, at least for these few days.  They have become puffy.  All because of his mummy's doing.  Just because his mummy is stubborn, he has a blocked cum running nose plus a very bad cough.  His mummy was sicked previously and kept arguing saying she won't pass the germs/virus to him.  Then?????  The next minute????  This little boy was sick.  His mummy has now regretted but then too late already cos the little boy is rather sick now.  His mummy has herself to blame for all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do hope that he will be okay soon because seeing him sneezing, coughing so often, really pains so many people's hearts, so many people who loves him dearly.  All are willing to take over the sickness from him just as long that he will get well soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do hope he can be well soon because he is not drinking well these few days.  Really afraid he might not get the nutrients he is suposed  to receive.  Can really tell that he has lost some weight recently.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, little darling, get well soon ok?  Mummy really hopes to see u drinking and slleeping well all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-5702110766607806815?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/5702110766607806815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=5702110766607806815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/5702110766607806815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/5702110766607806815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2007/08/time-for-new-updates.html' title='Time for New Updates'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-5312241715098345804</id><published>2007-08-28T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:43:20.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jayden Toh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/RtQqdY_D_xI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZVSVyMpIGuY/s1600-h/JT019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103750962129141522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/RtQqdY_D_xI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZVSVyMpIGuY/s320/JT019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Until today, I am still a total idiot when adding new things into my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Everytime, I need my sister to do the editing for me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Right now, I am going to upload this picture of my little prince into this very short post. Purpose? So that I can successfully put his picture onto my blog starting from today. Why? Cos I am a proud mummy who wanna show the picture of her son to the whole world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Pardon me for doing that but I just can't help but feel happy and proud that I am a mother of one (though until today, I am still a lousy mummy).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;I will post more about Jayden soon....really...promise....soon soon soon....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Til then, bear with me for my empty promises (about wanting to update my blog) :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-5312241715098345804?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/5312241715098345804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=5312241715098345804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/5312241715098345804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/5312241715098345804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2007/08/jayden-toh.html' title='Jayden Toh'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/RtQqdY_D_xI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZVSVyMpIGuY/s72-c/JT019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-5197396910900127093</id><published>2007-08-20T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T01:26:02.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;It has been terribly long since I have last done any updating.  Those who dropped by my blog to read about what is happening in my life have actually complained umpteen times.  They have said that the 水饺面 post which has been up for the longest period has almost turn 'chao sen' and if I do not do any updating, probably the 水饺面 would have turned to 睡觉面.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well well well...for this moment when I am doing this post, inside my mind, I do know that I have lots to say and write.  Guess I need to recollect all my thoughts before I put them down into words....so for now, bear with my '水饺面' first.  Promise to do an updated post when I am really really free....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;This minute when I am typing, I heard my baby crying liao...gotta go attend to him le....think my hubby cannot make it liao...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-5197396910900127093?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/5197396910900127093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=5197396910900127093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/5197396910900127093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/5197396910900127093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2007/08/time-for-update.html' title='Time for Update'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-4067625447165195414</id><published>2007-06-14T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T13:22:25.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>水饺面</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;I think he really loves me alot a great deal....:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;This morning, I woke up with a very strong urge wanting to eat 水饺面. By the time my hubby reached my workplace, it was close to 8.25am. By right, I should go work directly but then the urge to eat the noodles was so darn strong that he could sense it also. Thus he decided to drove me to Ghim Moh to get my breakfast. I guessed I was very unlucky because when we reached, we then realised that the whole of hawker centre plus market was under renovation. Aiyah! So suay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;My mood started to get abit grouchy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;He told me to try at the other 2 coffeeshops there. Started with the first one...don't have. Praying real hard that I would find it at the 2nd coffeeshop. Praying praying praying...also don't have??? By now, my mood is terribly grouchy. Decided not to get anything from there and asked him to send me to work because I was actually pretty late for work. Seeing me in one of my mood swing again, he suggested to get from Holland Village. I was not in the mood to go searching for it anymore so I told him to drop me off at my work place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Really, after not being able to find the 水饺面 I want, I was feeling very down. I have been thinking of it for the past few days but just did not get the chance to eat it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;After I reached office, I decided to make myself a cup of milk before I go canteen to buy my breakfast though I have totally no idea what I would want. Just when I was ready to make my milk, I received a message from him telling me he would pack breakfast for me. Oh! That is so nice and sweet of him. He must have gone to pack 水饺面 for me, right? Minutes later, he called asking me to go pick up my breakfast. 水饺面 right in front of me!!!! I am a happy pregnant woman!!!! After that breakfast, my day seemed simply wonderful! Everything seems to fall right into place!!!! Yippeeeeeee!!!!!! Thanks alot, Ah Fat! You are always trying your best to fulfil those little pleas of mine. You are simply the best!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;In fact, I know I am a very fortunate person. I know I am been loved by lots of people around me. My family, my hubby, my cousins and lots more. They are constantly showering me with lots of care and concern. I feel so loved! Is that what people always comment? 傻人有傻福？ If that is really the case, I really do not mind being a 傻人, you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-4067625447165195414?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/4067625447165195414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=4067625447165195414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/4067625447165195414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/4067625447165195414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='水饺面'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-1266704299053878550</id><published>2007-06-13T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T13:43:39.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of stuffs for Jayden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;My back is aching like nobody business these 2 days :(.  My hubby said that is because I have shopped like nobody business for the past 3 days.  Oops!  Better don't complain too much or else gonna get nagged at again liao ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yeah!  He was correct.  I was out shopping since last Saturday til Monday.  Maybe it is really true that I got my aching back because of the 'intense' shopping for consecutively 3 days.  Saturday, went Expo with my sister-in-law, J.  She called me to ask if I wanna go.  In fact, I had agreed to go with my sister and cousin D but then since J called, I presumed she need company so I go with her.  In the end, I did not get anything at all at Expo.  End up, I bought some other stuffs at Carrefour instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Nevertheless, I went down with my sis and cousin D again the following day.  Surprise surprise surprise!  On Sunday, it gave an impression as if it was another exhibition hall that we went because I ended up buying quite a number of stuffs there!  Can you imagine?  Wow!  Shopping with D gave me a total new experience.  She not only teaches me what to buy?  She also teaches me what to do and lots more stuffs.  A mother is really a mother...talking very much from experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;You would have thought that our shopping spree ended at Expo?  Then you are very wrong.  After Expo, we went down to Marina Square.  Initially, it was to go buy other stuffs but shortly after we reached, D told me there are shops selling baby stuffs so we shot up to 2nd floor to Marina Square and continue our shopping.  At Kiddy Palace, I bought a few more stuffs for Jayden.  I felt so accomplished but totally shagged out after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;On Monday....that is the day that I bought most of the things that my little prince, Jayden, would have needed...:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;My hubby came to pick me up after work and we were thinking where to settle our dinner before we start our shopping.  Ended up having dinner at the coffee-shop near my brother's wife-to-be's house and coincidentally, we saw them!!!!  Aiyo!  Where got so coincident wan, you tell me?  Heeheehee...the couple super eng wan decided to follow.  We went Causeway Point Kiddy Palace to do my supposingly to be last round of shopping for Jayden.  I bought lots and lots of stuffs.  The way I took those stuffs, others might think they are free of charge.  I brought my check-list and end of the day, I realised, I have not been able to get all stuffs yet.  Which will mean I gotta continue my shopping yet another day...:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;When we reached home, I realised my guest room is literally half-filled with big bags small bags mini bags...Jayden and my stuffs.  I really need to get things organised liao.  What need to be packed and keep away, what need to be packed and sent to Jayden's Wai Po's place...:)  So excited just by thinking of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Friday, going to do the packing and organising.  Have another follow-up with my OB.  I do hope I get to have a teeny-weeny good news.  Whatever it may be, just hope that Jayden is doing fine still.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;By the way, Jayden has received gifts from people who love him dearly even before he is born :D: -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Baby Cot - from his Aunty Adelyn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Electronic Steam Steriliser - from his Aunty D &amp; Uncle D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;A set of newborn clothes gift set - from Uncle Terence &amp;amp; Aunty Rancy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I thank you guys for all the gifts that were presented to my little prince.  It is really thoughtful of you guys to give him all these stuffs.  I will tell Jayden about these and ensure he says his thanks to you all later on.  Right now, his mummy will say THANK YOU first hor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-1266704299053878550?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/1266704299053878550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=1266704299053878550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/1266704299053878550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/1266704299053878550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2007/06/lots-of-stuffs-for-jayden.html' title='Lots of stuffs for Jayden'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-1456921781590175703</id><published>2007-06-03T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T17:41:39.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Prince Name....JAYDEN ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;I have more or less confirm on my little prince's name. I shall name him Jayden. Thinking of the name alone just makes me smile :). I would no longer be calling him Baby, Little Baby etc. Jayden shall be his name!!!! When I chose Jayden, I was not able to find the meaning of it. Chose it simply because I like this name. Then again, I feel that, there should be an explanation to this name thus I did not give up and keep on searching for the meaning of JAYDEN. Finally!!!! The meaning of Jayden appeared right in front of me. You guys might wanna go to this site, to see what it says, &lt;a href="http://babyparenting.about.com/od/gettingready/a/jayden.htm"&gt;http://babyparenting.about.com/od/gettingready/a/jayden.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Actually, it simply says "God has heard". It might not have any impact on anyone but it sure has a huge impact on me....Slowly, I come to a realisation and I truly understand! Jayden just fit my baby totally. All these while, all the things that we have gone through, all the roller coaster rides, all the ups and downs are tests given to us by GOD! God is actually watching us from above and whatever prayers that we have prayed for, HE has heard. Jayden, our little prince, is definitely a GOD's gift. Jayden has been sent to us from up above and GOD is testing to see if we are worthy to be the parents of little Jayden.....:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;After knowing all these, it makes me even more confirmed that I will want to do all that I can to make sure I bring Jayden into this world. Be it a premature baby, or a full-term baby, I will do my very best because after all the ordeal we went through, everyday, I can still feel Jayden moving inside me. He is responding to me everytime I talk to him. He is fighting with me every second every minute still even though we met with different situation whenever we met up with my OB. We totally understand that nothing is going to bring us down anymore. I am sure this apply to Jayden, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Very soon, I will have to prepare all the necessities that Jayden needs. And it is really very soon. Made a checklist and realise it is not easy at all. It seems to be quite a long list. Though the list is out, I still feel jittery. For fear that I might missed out anything. Think I better go confirm with my cousin D again (though I have checked with her dunno how many times liao :P) to see what I have missed out from my list. In fact, she has packed a lorry full of baby's stuffs that her son won't be needing liao. She is waiting to pass them to me. That is so nice of her. She is actually trying to help me to cut down on unnecssary buying. Thanks D! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Well.....what else? what else? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;So excited! First time going shopping to buy things NOT really for myself yet still feel so happy......:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-1456921781590175703?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/1456921781590175703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=1456921781590175703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/1456921781590175703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/1456921781590175703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2007/06/little-prince-namejayden.html' title='Little Prince Name....JAYDEN ;)'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-6416517485494391034</id><published>2007-05-24T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:43:20.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies, Babies Everywhere...:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Today, we saw the birth of my hubby's sister's son, Bryan Goh, who joined the world at around 9+ early in the morning. In fact, this has been a long wait but then, it would definitely be a wait that is worthwhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;My sister-in-law was sent to KKWCH on 23 May at around 2am to be induced. We were all waiting anxiously the minute she was sent in. First we thought it would be by evening, but no. Then we thought it would be by night fall, nope again. The final news we received was that, baby would only be delivered the following morning. Alamak! That means it would be more than 24 hours already. Hmmmm....that is why, I heard lots of people saying that, first child usually take a long while. Does it mean, the pain would be very much longer too???? -_-" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Finally, this morning, we received news from Little Bryan's father telling us that Bryan has joined us in this world and both the mother and the baby is safe and sound. That really brought joy to all of us. We were all so happy to hear that piece of news. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;My hubby was so excited about this little nephew of his thus he made a trip down with my father-in-law in the afternoon to see little Bryan. I couldn't because I had to work :(. But never mind, my hubby told a picture of Bryan and showed it to me. Oh my god! Bryan is so very cute!!!! You see you see....cute no cute????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068108100181007186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/RlWJdxKRm1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ixQFoIpa_HY/s320/Bryan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Really a darling, right???? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well, just when this whole episode is still not over yet, I received a message from my ex-classmate. He has a little princess born just today also!!! hahahahah....another baby! Another sweet little angel! All of a sudden, like many babies born into the world hor???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Anyway, I do hope it would be my turn soon. Make a quick count, it would be my turn in another 2 months plus. So excited! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I do not hope for anything. Just a smoothy delivery with a healthy baby. Not too much to ask for, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-6416517485494391034?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/6416517485494391034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=6416517485494391034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/6416517485494391034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/6416517485494391034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2007/05/babies-babies-everywhered.html' title='Babies, Babies Everywhere...:D'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UmUlcXq61Pc/RlWJdxKRm1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/ixQFoIpa_HY/s72-c/Bryan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-6239015373246283077</id><published>2007-05-03T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T17:04:25.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting For Your Arrival, Little Prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Everyone has done their update on my little precious baby boy, I think as the mother-to-be, I should do my job to do my posting too. I should erase all unhappy memories and move on....Nope, it should not be move on. It should be "erase all unhappy memories and look forward to the arrival of the little prince" :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;The previous month was indeed a rather unbearable one. We were all riding roller-coaster all that while. First something bad, then something good, then something bad again....one after another and it was rather tormenting for all of us. Thankfully, I really have a wonderful hubby, my family and not forgetting my relatives who stood by me and making sure that they do not leave me in the lurch one single moment. They supported me when I need some words of encouragement and stayed by my side without saying a single thing when I just need a shoulder to cry on. Honestly, without them, I might have lost myself totally. Once again to all of you, YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST! Without anyone of YOU, I would not have survived this ordeal myself. Everyone did all the could, either physically or emotionally, to help me. I am full of gratitude to every single one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Anyway, after riding the roller-coaster for a while, I have finally touched ground. No longer in the mid-air, no longer feeling the insecurity. My OB has given me good news finally. Luckily, we run through tests after tests to determine the final results. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;MY BABY IS SAVED! I was really really very happy when I got the news! Immediately, I sent out messages, made phone calls to everyone to tell them this very good news. Everyone felt so happy for me, too! There were laughters amidst tears. That is really a day worth celebrating! My prayers have been answered! All that have been done really turn out to be worthwhile. And most importantly, it also shows that my little prince has fought alongside all these while too! He has been very brave and with his little might, he shows us that though he is small, never belittle his strength. Darling, you have done so well and we are all proud of you :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Being an obedient pregnant lady shows it pays off, too! I did all I can to replenish myself with food, tonics (brewed by my mummy, my mother-in-law and my cousin D) and water. The check-up yesterday shows good result again. Amniotic fluid has increased again and baby is growing well enough. According to the OB, thing is looking good and proceeding smoothly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Approx. 3 more months to go. I will continue to be 'obedient' and persist til the end of this whole pregnancy, for the sake of my little prince. Darling, will you join us in this world on National Day????? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-6239015373246283077?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/6239015373246283077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=6239015373246283077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/6239015373246283077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/6239015373246283077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2007/05/everyone-has-done-their-update-on-my.html' title='Waiting For Your Arrival, Little Prince'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-45963856534129643</id><published>2007-04-05T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T11:35:40.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fateful Day (We Do Love You, Baby)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Don't ask me how I feel because seriously no words can really describe how I feel at this moment or even a few weeks later. I can only say that I am totally depressed to let this thing happen to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;A week ago, I went for supposingly 'one' ultrasound scan. Not only to determine the gender of my baby where everyone is eager to know, it is also to ensure that my Baby is growing well and receiving nutrients from me. Just a single ultrasound scan leads to a total of SIX scans in total. After the first one, we naively thought we are going to have a mischevious Baby because not only we were not able to find out the gender, we are also not able to see some parts of Baby's organs as it was blocked. Never know we are so stupid! How stupid can we parents be! I guess, we just aren't fit to be parents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;After a total of SIX scans, we knew, it is not simple as A B C. Doctors gave us the worst scenario, and that is we have a very high chance of losing our BABY! NO! I cannot accept this fact! How can that be? My BABY, u know? How can anyone tell me this kind of joke! Seriously, I really do hope this is just a plain silly joke. How I wish, I can just wake up from my dream and then realise it is just one stupidiest joke I had! But I really cannot! I really cannot deceive myself as this is the truth, nothing but the truth! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Doctors advised me to have 2 weeks rest and see if the situation turns for the better. Hopefully with more rest and taking myself off stres from work, it might turn for the better. I really did some serious thinking. My unit is in fact a very small unit. I would say that we are in fact very short-handed but for the sake of my Baby, I applied a week of leave from my boss instead and do hope it turn for the better when I do my next scan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;This fateful day, 04 Apr 2007, it literally mark the end of my Baby's life! I HATE this day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Being eager parents, we decided to follow my sister-in-law down for her appointment with my OB (She is also pregnant and we are seeing the same OB). My ultrasound scan was actually scheduled in the afternoon. I hope to have a chance to speak to my OB and see if he has anything to advise? Anything to help us, the worrying parents-to-be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;NOPE! He gave us no chance to move. His reply to me was that, for the sake of the baby, proceed for abortion before I am 24th weeks! I HATE HIM! All these while, I tell myself, even if I really have no choice but to give birth out of wedlock, I will never ever ABORT! I have always wanted a happy family picture in my life, just like my own parents. They aren't asking for anything big. Just a family with a few children of their own, a shelter above them, enough to eat, to spend everyday. A perfect life, they will call it. I am only asking for that also. To be happily married, to have my own children, to raise them and to see them grow up while I grow old. Am I asking alot? That is why, I am glad that I am blessed with this little life after we were married for not long but why is my supposingly first child to be taken away from me in such a manner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Anyway, we have decided to heed the OB's advice. We have agreed to let the Baby leave us first even before Baby is born into the world. According to the OB, we have to be practical as bringing the Baby to the world will bring the Baby more harm. I guess as parents-to-be, we do not want the Baby to suffer the minute he/she is born into this world. Trust me, this is the hardest decision I have to make all my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;My hubby was actually commenting, why is Heaven treating us like this? Why bestow us with a chance to be parents but take it away even before we have the chance to realise it? In my heart, I am lamenting on that, too! How I wish I can scream out loud to Heaven and ask why why why? I can ask so many WHYs but the fact will still remain, we will have to let Baby leave. I know my Hubby is feeling terrible now. He is feeling upset over the whole thing, too. I thus told him, we are over here, grumbling, crying, lamenting, why life is so unfair to us? What about Baby? Baby does not even have the chance to open the mouth and has to go! Who is being fair to the Baby? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Baby, we are really sorry! Please trust that by choosing the abortion route is not we want. We really did try our best to preserve your life. We really did not want to give you up that easily. 'Daddy' and 'Mummy' really hate to let you go just like that. Believe me and please don't hate us. 'Daddy' and 'Mummy' really love you alot alot alot. Even your grandparents, your aunts and uncles, everyone, we really love you alot and can't bear to let you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;When you reach to Heaven, go look for your Ah Zoh and Tiu Gong. They will look after you. Go for your reincarnation when THEY find you good parents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Though we do not have a chance to fulfil our duty as your parents but we will love you always. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-45963856534129643?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/45963856534129643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=45963856534129643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/45963856534129643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/45963856534129643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2007/04/fateful-day-we-do-love-you-baby.html' title='The Fateful Day (We Do Love You, Baby)'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-6647295863735205258</id><published>2007-03-19T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T12:49:46.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to 'Communicate' with Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Now that I know it was not a dream, a dream of Baby kicking me, I am trying to 'communicate' with my Baby whenever Baby starts a little kick inside me.  Uhmmmm...what should I do or how should I do it?  Actually, I am not so sure myself.  Just that whenever, Baby starts kicking, I know it's bonding-time.  My cousin has passed me something that she previously used to during her bonding-time with her son, Darius.  Guess, I should start using that already.  Probably, that would better transmit sound to Baby so Baby can hear me better?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;It is really a very wonderful feeling, be it a karate kick, a sommersault, a push, a touch from Baby, the feeling is really very nice.  Just too bad that for now, these little kicks came very fast so I was not able to let the others feel the joy and excitment. But they all touched my tummy to feel Baby's heartbeat.  I guess they will be able to feel the happiness in this way, just by touching Baby and feeling the heartbeat, don't you guys agree?  Do not worry, once Baby kick more often, I will let you guys know so you can feel Baby also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Soon, very soon, I would be going for another appointment.  This appointment, though I have to take this I-very-much-hate Glucose test, at the same time, I would be able to know the gender of Baby.  Should be bah?  Because I remembered my OB telling me that this appointment, he has scheduled for a scanning, too.  So excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Will keep you guys updated once I know my Baby's gender.  Be it boy or girl, I just want my Baby to be healthy.  I sincerely pray and hope for that.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-6647295863735205258?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/6647295863735205258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=6647295863735205258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/6647295863735205258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/6647295863735205258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2007/03/learning-to-communicate-with-baby.html' title='Learning to &apos;Communicate&apos; with Baby'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-7352244780405586836</id><published>2007-03-13T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T10:12:17.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Was it you, BABY????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#993399;"&gt;I experienced something real nice yesterday or was it just me dreaming again?  I think Baby tried to communicate with me by giving me a few of the karate kicks...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;It was already wee night and definitely bed-time for me.  Suddenly, I felt a little something at my abdomen.  It was like something moving inside me.  For a while, I thought I was having one of my funny dreams or is there something wrong?  This movement inside the abdomen lasted a few minutes.  Then, it suddenly struck me!  Could it be Baby moving inside?  Was it that I experience Baby moving inside me?  While I tossed and turned, I actually held on to my abdomen for fear that my turning might hurt Baby if Baby is really moving inside me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;I felt myself smiling then drifting off to my sleep again.....:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;This morning, when Hubby sent me to work, I told him.  Immediately, he concluded that as Baby communicating with me.  "I thought I should only experience that when I am in my 5th month", I asked him.  His explanations seems pretty logical to me or maybe I already have the answer inside me.  He said that I am already close to 5th month so it would seem perfectly normal if Baby starts to give me a few punches now.  Probably, Baby is one of these active little imps?  That made me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;Would Baby give Mummy one of the karate kicks again today?  I am actually looking forward to it again tonight.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-7352244780405586836?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/7352244780405586836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=7352244780405586836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/7352244780405586836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/7352244780405586836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2007/03/was-it-you-baby.html' title='Was it you, BABY????'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-8105586122201831907</id><published>2007-03-02T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T12:30:23.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into March Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I know I should have blogged more often but then again, I am really very lazy. Here I am wanna put daily issues, special events, memorable days into writing but then I am just so darn lazy. I have become lazier ever since I am pregnant. Oh! Ok, I admit. I have always been lazy and probably LAZY is my middle name? ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Went for yet another appointment at KKWCH last Wednesday and this time round, I received a 'not-so-good' news. My OB told me that my sugar level is pretty high. Goodness gracious! So much so that he had to schedule me for a Oral Glucose Tolerence Test by next month. Hmmmm....oh oh! I know I have done something bad. I got myself to blame for all these. I have been a glutton and have a sweet-tooth all these while. I ate konnikuya jelly, drink soft drink, ate kueh buru, drink tea.....the list will go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Immediately after we left my OB's room, i was kind of reprimanded by my hubby. He is definitely not pleased. Not only him, my family, my cousins all were concerned about me after hearing and told me I should really cut. This high sugar thing will lead to complications when I give birth later on if it is not well-controlled. The thought of it makes me worry but the thought of having to eat less sweet stuffs makes me feel as though 'my whole world has fallen apart'. I know lah! This sounds way too exaggerating but then I really do not know how am I going to control myself to have a better diet??? I really do want the best for myself and my baby but will I still succumb to the greedy part of me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Til now, I am still trying to control. I do not think I have done well enough but I am still trying. If I realise that I have been 'naughty' again, I will try to drown myself with more plain water hoping to wash away all the sweet stuffs I have taken. I try to push away thoughts of eating sweet stuffs and I always have my hubby and family to remind me constantly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I guess, I really have to be a good girl and learn to think for myself and baby's sake and NOT for the sake of satisfying my own craving now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Uhmmm....let me start from today, this minute, this second and persist til the end ;). Just hope I will be able to do well. I really do hope to bring better news next time I blog again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;In fact, I am pretty eager to know the gender of my baby. Not that I have any preference on that but just want to know if the little one living inside me is a little girl or a little boy??? So excited and so looking forward to the next appointment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-8105586122201831907?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/8105586122201831907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=8105586122201831907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/8105586122201831907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/8105586122201831907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2007/03/into-march-now.html' title='Into March Now'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-702397467492503662</id><published>2007-01-15T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T22:10:50.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;This is apparently my first post............for 2007. 'Drop by' my blog to do a post because I wanna share a little bit regarding my 'little piggy baby'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Went for yet another check with the normal routine test, ultrasound scan. Met up with gynae and had a little chat with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Being a very worrying mother-to-be, my first trimester (it's not over yet...:X) is not a totally smooth one. In fact all these while, I have been feeling nauseous, lots of vomiting, no appetite yet hungry most of the time, mood swings real bad, probably even close to pre-natal depression. I am slowly overcoming all these and I do hope that my 'condition' will stabilise after my first trimester. My poor family including my husband has been doing their best to tolerate my stupid attitude. They would try to pacify me or if not, leave me alone to 'thaw' before talking to me again. I really know it has been hard on them but please trust and believe me. I am trying my best not to let all these get the best of me. I do want to have a smooth pregnancy like that rest so please please please, don't give up on me ok? Or at least, tolerate me further for the sake of 'little piggy baby'? ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Anyway, I am glad that even though i experienced all these 'unhappy moments', things have been going on very smoothly for 'little piggy baby'. Baby has been growing well inside me. Each scan shows that Baby is growing bit by bit and in fact today, the gynae told us that we can see the Baby's head, legs, hands and heart-beat. Pardon me but I really do not know how they see from the scan picture. Maybe I am abit slow on this but when I hear upon that, I am filled with happines. I am truly happy that things is going on well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Oh! By the way, Baby is already 34mm. I know I know....not consider very big but as compared to the very initial scan (which was only 8mm), this 34mm is consider BIG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I told the gynae that I still experienced morning sickness, lost of weight....etc. Guess what he says? "No worries, no worries. As long as the Baby is fine, all these are ok."....Hmmmmmm....it seems that he is not that concern about me hor? In his mind, baby is more important hor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Well well well....what to do what to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;The next appointment will be 5 weeks later. Let us see how well Baby has grown by then.....Come back for more updates...uhmmmmm....5 weeks later?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-702397467492503662?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/702397467492503662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=702397467492503662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/702397467492503662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/702397467492503662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-2007.html' title='Happy 2007'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-116728131194169701</id><published>2006-12-28T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T12:58:01.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Forever, Val</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8124/835/1600/416380/Val+(late).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8124/835/320/644821/Val%2B%28late%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Received a very sad news this morning. My cousin messaged to say that Val had passed away. Anyway, for your info, Val is a dog. A very obedient dog that everyone loves, including those afraid of dogs. She has been with the Yangz family for quite a while. I used to be afraid of her as I am just not so used to having those 'friendly dogs' around me. Slowly, I learnt to get used to having her running around and wagging her little tail seeking attention. She would always be so happy when she sees us as she knows she would have company. The thought of not been able to see her around in her cage and wagging her tail just makes me feel so sad. It makes me wanna cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;It seems weird but losing her is just like losing a part of myself, a closed ones. No more calling out her name when we passed her cage, no more playing abit with her, no more nothing....:'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Bye forever, Val. We gonna miss u real bad. You will be forever in our heart....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-116728131194169701?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/116728131194169701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=116728131194169701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/116728131194169701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/116728131194169701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2006/12/bye-forever-val.html' title='Bye Forever, Val'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-116667858731376383</id><published>2006-12-21T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T13:23:07.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another New Chapter Of My (Our) Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I actually thought I would do a post regarding my wedding that I was busy preparing the whole time for a couple of months but I did not. I was really very busy with work.  Really! No joke! Apparently, the peak season of my work would be sometime from Aug til end of the year everytime. But who knows? My customary falls on 29 Oct which kind of clashes with my busy work schedule. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;During that period, I was concurrently preparing for my customary and also busy at work. I should have written a post or something to let the happy memories be remembered forever but then....ok, I admit I was being lazy also. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;After that BIG DAY was over, I took a couple days of rest before I returned to work. I worked for a week or so before we left for our honeymoon. When we returned, I have tonnes of work to clear again. So that is the reason why no updates at all. Not say I wanna say but I say lah hor....I am really busy ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Why the sudden update? And why not a post of my BIG DAY? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;There is yet another important thing that I would want to annouce. I AM PREGNANT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;So fast? Hmmmm....actually, I thought so too. So fast pregnant? Not mentally-prepared, not emotionally-prepared, not physically-prepared. Sum up the whole thing, NOT PREPARED AT ALL. Both of us aren't looking for a world-of-two at all. We aren't those career-minded couples who would wanna earn big big big bucks before we set up a family. It's just that.......uhmmmm...maybe we feel that we aren't ready to be parents? That other time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;thoughts of being a 'grown-up' after getting married and having to think for the sake of my other family is already worrying liao. Now, the thought of having to take care of my own child is even more worrying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Back to the whole situation now. Actually, we are happy when realised I am pregnant. That would be like that best news of all. Pregnant!!! Inside me, there is a little one growing. That means I have to be careful at all times. Whatever thing I do, I have to think for the little one inside me. It really thrills me whenever I think of it. It brings smiles to me all times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Another thing worth mentioning is, my hubby is exceptionally caring towards me this whole period. I do not mean to say he is not previously but then again have to admit that this is the best period to 'abuse' him. hahahahahhahah...:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I did my first ultrasound scan yesterday. I am approx 6 weeks pregnant and my little one is 8mm big only. Oooooooooo...so small ;). Another appointment has been scheduled for me a month little. To see how fast my little one grows. So looking forward to the appointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Til then, come back for more if you are also concerned about the updates of my little one, ok? Oh that is also if I do remember to update lah ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-116667858731376383?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/116667858731376383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=116667858731376383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/116667858731376383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/116667858731376383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2006/12/another-new-chapter-of-my-our-life.html' title='Another New Chapter Of My (Our) Life'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-115615498901526039</id><published>2006-08-21T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T18:11:22.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Darius...:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I know I am late. I know I should have share this joy to everyone much earlier but then my mind was preoccupied with other stuffs so I kinda procrastinated on this issue. But that does not mean I like him any lesser. Let's applause to welcome my little nephew, Darius. He was borned on 10 Aug 2006...hmmmm...should have been a day earlier hor? Then he would be borned on National Day and the whole would will celebrate his birthday for him...heheheheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I did not go to the hospital to visit him. I did not visit him immediately also. I waited until yesterday to go see this little cutie. Oh! Goodness! He is really very adorable. His grandmother, who is my ah kim, was feeding him. This little piggy wanna sleep. So he was like half drinking his milk and half dozing off. That is why I like being a baby. Baby is always free of worries. They just eat, sleep, play all the time. Good life, right? After he was done with his milk-drinking, i carried him. I am quite sure he does not know who am I. To him, it would be just another someone carrying him and cradling him to sleep. So cute. Sleeping soundly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;He is so free of worries but not his mum. I was told that his mum seems to be having post-natal blues. Is it true? Can't be right? This cousin of mine is very much a tough girl. She has always been a '大姐大' so she should be able to handle all situations, shouldn't it be the case? Apparently, not so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;A few incidents was mentioned and it would really seem so. She has been constantly feeling frustrated over little issues. She seems to dislike her dog (which was known as her baby girl before Darius was borned). For no reason or rhyme, she would teared. I guess this is how one would feel if really having post-natal blues, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;If that is really the case, I think she really needs someone to be around her as often as possible. Initially, I really thought that her family would be around her very much but then again, this is not the case. They are still very much busy with their own life. Pardon me if I sound very rude, but then, from what I analyse, it would seem that their care and concern for her is jus TALK. They would care, they would concern but once they have their own partying kaki, they clearly forgotten her and leave her alone to tend to all stuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Well, it is no wonder my cousin would feel upset. If I am in her shoes, I would definitely feel that way, too. Furthermore, I am much more temperamental, emotional then her. But then again, maybe I won't even get the chance to give birth also. So, why worry unduly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-115615498901526039?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/115615498901526039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=115615498901526039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/115615498901526039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/115615498901526039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2006/08/baby-darius.html' title='Baby Darius...:)'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-115563576185138692</id><published>2006-08-15T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T18:07:38.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He is so stubborn :X</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;My wedding day is getting nearer and nearer but he is not helping at all. Who am I talking about? He is none other than my father-in-law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;As the day gets nearer, I am getting more and more kan cheong. Make a quick check on my list...oops! I realised I have quite a number of things not settled yet. The top priority thing is the guests lists. I should have gotten it planned and done sometime in July (that was my initial plan). Now, coming to mid August, the only list that I have accumalated, is from my own family. Really appreciate my family for helping out since the very day I announced I am (finally! heheheh) getting married. They really do whatever they can to assist me. Though I don't feel that affectionate towards my mother-in-law but this time round, I should really thank her for helping out also. Apparently, after talking to her a few weeks ago regarding the list, she has her list ready for us to pick up. Really gotten thank her also. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;That means, we left only one last section not done. Again, that would be on my father-in-law side. I have been rushing my hubby for the list and I keep thinking he has not done his job at all but I was wrong until yesterday. After that short argument with him, I then understand why my hubby gets so frustrated whenever I urge him to get the list from his father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;We went dinner with my father-in-law and someone (forgotten who???) started on the issue. Then, all of us (my sister-in-law, her husband, my hubby and myself), tried our very best to 'knock some senses' into his brain. Sorry if I sounded very 'rude' but then, I really tak boleh tahan him when he insisted in his own way. Everytime when they are in a heated argument, I remain silent. But then yesterday, I really cannot keep quiet any longer. I decided to tell him what we needed him to know and helped with. He still stand very steadfast in his own way. He keep saying what he has done will remain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Oh! I did not tell you what is 'his own way', right? Ok, he did more or less give us his list but then, he did not provide us their names or rather who they are. He prefers to lump them all together (base on his own judgement) to give us the sum of everything. But but but....what we really need is to more than that. What about invitation cards later on? We can't just send one single invite to that big family, right? What if they decided not to turn up? What if his judgement is not correct and more turn up instead? Won't it be in a big mess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Aiyoh...the more I turn about it, the more worried I get....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Now how? Who can advise how should I talk to him nicely yet get my issue solve? Time is running out and I really do not want my wedding to be a flop or rather quarrel unnecessarily with my hubby because of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I think I am not being too tensed up this time round. The issue is, if the lists aren't out soon, alot of the other things would not be able to be done. For example, we need the lists to determine how many tables we need for the wedding banquet. We also need the lists to determine how weddin favours we need to get. Without this, none of the listed can be proceeded. Am I right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Feel like telling my father-in-law: If you don't get the list out by XX, no more allowances for you. Most importantly, no more beer for u! kekekekek...how that sounds?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-115563576185138692?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/115563576185138692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=115563576185138692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/115563576185138692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/115563576185138692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2006/08/he-is-so-stubborn-x.html' title='He is so stubborn :X'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-115518914135609454</id><published>2006-08-10T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T14:09:22.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Singapore...or rather Happy Belated Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;It is simply fantastically fantastic! After being a Singaporean for so many years, I finally got the chance to watch NDP LIVE!!!! How cool! That would be the first and also the last time at National Stadium...can die with no regrets liao :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;From Kallang MRT station, we could see that almost everyone was dressed in red, just like a sea of reds. So nice! The human jam actually started from the MRT station. Some of the walked over to take chartered bus. My hubby and I decided to follow the rest and walked ourselves into the stadium. That is another way of getting involved in the whole atmosphere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Wait....just before we wanna join the group to cross the road, I realised something! I can feel my 'monthly friend'. Goodness! Don't tell me 'she' has decided to arrive a day earlier? Don't tell me she has decided to celebrate National Day with the rest of us? *gasp* No no no...I can feel it, I definitely can. 'She' is not joking with me. 'She' has indeed arrived at a very very wrong timing. And the most thing is, 'she' comes when I am not prepared. Now, what should I do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I told my hubby we gotta cut through the group to another path. I need to prepare for 'her' arrival. Or rather, it's not prepare, is to welcome 'her'. We searched through the whole stretch and there is not even a provision shop? How cool can it be? Just when I needed 'japanese bread', there is no shop that sells it? I find ourselves walking further and further down the road. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Thank goodness! We found a shop! That shop is my saviour! 'It' has saved me! Without really taking much time to consider the brand, compare the prices, i grabbed one and paid then out of the shop immediately. We walked back the way to the stadium. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;We are stuck in the crowd, the crowd of 'Reds'. Once again, we have to move real slow. I seriously dun mind that. We have to pass through the security check first before we are allowed to enter. Thennnn....we got our goodies bags!!!! Well, i'm not really that cheapo lah. I'm not there to get the goodies bag lor but then, that is a perk lah...hehehhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I'm not supposed to get air-headed just cos of the goodies bag, i'm supposed to do something which is at that point of time more important. So without further delay, i rushed to the Ladies to do what I am supposed to do. Well, I shan't elaborate :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;After all those that needed to be done, we went in to grab our seats. Hmmmm....ours won't the best seats but hey, they aren't that bad either. We have a pretty good view also. I was very much over-whelmed by the crowd. Suddenly, I felt very _________! Can't find the most appropriate word to describe my feelings at that point of time. I was actually one of the crowd watching LIVE! I was like......feel like crying....Ok ok, I am not trying to be a drama queen but then the feeling was rather fabulous! Hmmmm...anyone understand how I really feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;The emcees for the night was Sheik Haqeel, Gurmit Singh, Jean Danker and Michelle Chia. They, excluding Sheik, made a different kind of appearance, by flying fox. That was quite special. They did a very good job, hosting the NDP and making everyone joined in, let's not forget the Motivators also. They tried to get each and everyone of us involved in every segment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;I was surprised to see that my idol Chen Wei Lian was one of the performers for the night. I quickly asked my hubby to whip out the digicam and snapped a few shots of him. Wow! That was really a pleasant surprise! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Then, the part that I always like arrived. All ministers steped into the stadium. I was anticipating in silence for his arrival. Hmmm...can't really see him very clearly though I had my specs on. I was trying to strain my eyes and telling myself not to miss him. Oh! I am talking about who? Well, he is Mr LKY. I always have a very 'special feeling' towards LKY. I mean I do like the rest of the ministers but then for him, I just like him a little bit more. I keep urging my hubby to zoom in when he enters. He is forever a hero in my heart. After so much thing that he has done for Singapore, he really deserves to be called as the ‘国父'....then finally, HE ARRIVED! Quick! Quick! Quick! Quick zoom in to take photos of him, I told my hubby. Very happy, very glad that I did not missed him. After that, we waited for PM's arrival.  He arrived and waved to Singaporeans. He was welcomed by thunders of applause so did The Excellency. They are all simply loved by all Singaporeans, I love them, too :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Well, after all these, we sat back and waited for the show to start. The Marching Contigents! Smart postures, well-pressed uniforms, they marched past. I always feel a surge of proud feeling whenever I watch them every year. Very kiddish? No ah! I just feel that we are indeed fortunate to have all these people protecting our country so that we will be able to enjoy each and every day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;After all these march-past, the perforamces starts. I really enjoyed watching the performances and of course not forgetting the fireworks that won't fail to thrill me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;This year, I guess, the performances were choreographed in such a way that the fireworks would be able to blend in. I must salute to those who did that as it was really perfectly done! I can still remember those behind, beside in front of me wow-ing when they saw the fireworks. Of course, I am one of them lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Not forgetting the finale! The fireworks are awesome! It's absolutely fantastic, wonderful...hmmmm...to sum up the whole thing, watching NDP LIVE at the stadium is a total different experience. If given the chance, I would wanna watch it LIVE. Even if I have to pass through the human jams, have to go early jus to watch that 2 hours show, have to go home late, I would say that it is all worthwhile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Because I am celebrating the Nation's Birthday with all the Singaporeans together....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Our Global City...Our Home....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Happy Birthday Singapore!!!!!!!!!!!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-115518914135609454?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/115518914135609454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=115518914135609454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/115518914135609454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/115518914135609454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthday-singaporeor-rather.html' title='Happy Birthday, Singapore...or rather Happy Belated Birthday'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-115199252495691605</id><published>2006-07-04T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T13:55:24.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't take it any longer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;i can't take it any longer....i had too many things to worry on my mind. i had too many things to do.  i even feel like telling him, "maybe we should not get married".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;i am not blaming him but then i just dislike it when he keeps saying that he has lots to do, lots to worry.  but the issue is, he does not have lots to do, lots to worry actually.  for what i know, he just have his work to do, the '$$$' issue to worry about.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;all these period, i have been the one that is running around, looking for our quilt cover, our wedding favours...etc.  i have been the one constantly reminding him to put things into action and stuffs.  i'm not saying i'm being the best but then what i wanna say is that shouldn't we be working things together and discussing things together?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;all i heard from him is, "this not needed", "that would be being extra", "this can wait", "waste of money".  i am getting tired of hearing all these comments.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;i know that without $$$, we would not be able to hold a wedding.  i appreciate him for always paying every single thing and making sure i would not get stressed over money issue but has he appreciate that i have been doing the rest of the stuffs also?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;we left barely 4 months and pls note that we have lots to do still.  we need wardrobe, we need to buy those necessities for the wedding, we have not engaged professional photographer and video-man.  we need wedding favours for our honoured guests.  most importantly, we have not even get the preliminary guest lists out yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;i would really want to make my wedding (which will only happen once) as perfect as can be.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;coincidently, coming this period, i would be darn busy with my work also.  this would be a super duper busy period that i cannot allow myself to fall sick.  i gotta keep myself agile every single day, not just for work but for the wedding preperations that i might need to do after my work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;and just when i thought that is about all, i received a rather bad news.  it is rather personal thus i would not elaborate on that.  i do not know what would happen to my family after that if whole thing erupt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;i am not feeling well physically also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;can anyone pls help me?  i am already up to my neck now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;how?  how?  how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-115199252495691605?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/115199252495691605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=115199252495691605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/115199252495691605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/115199252495691605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-cant-take-it-any-longer.html' title='I can&apos;t take it any longer'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-114948544742479023</id><published>2006-06-05T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T13:32:00.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Gathering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;it has been a long while since we have all gone out together...last friday, we finally gotten a chance to meet up after a long long long long while.....:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;as usual, i'm always the kay-poh organiser who ensured that we have a little gathering once in a while. i started emailing everyone and asking if they would be free to meet up, for a drink, a dinner, a movie or anything. the response was rather good. everyone agreed to meet up. we gathered all and met at bugis last friday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;a little bonus to the whole gathering, my husband and my friend's husband came too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;well, everyone seems a little unfamiliar to everyone. guess we just need sometime to get our 'engine warmed'. soon, i can feel that our engines are warming...good good good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;we waited for my best friend, M, to arrive. M came and she looked as if she was in a grumpy mood. i felt bad looking at her like that. she had told me she was very tired but she came as it has been a while since we gathered but looking at her face expression, i felt bad urging her to come. i heaved a sign of relieve when i saw that she started to blend into the group and starting joking, chatting and laughing along with the rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;being the organiser of the day, my main concern was that i had to ensure that everyone gets along with everyone and indeed they did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;after our dinner, we were deciding where to go. pub? we can't. oh! did i mention that one of my friend, C, is pregnant? mmmmm....about 6mths into her pregnancy. we tried to avoid going places where there would be too much smoke. well, it is not good for her. let's think again. bowling? not all like to bowl....hw about billard/pool? we girls sure do not know how to play. how how how????? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;we sat in that restaurant for another half an hour just to think of what to do next? how about just finding a place to sit down and relax and have some drinks? that shall be it. we decided to adjourn to MS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;die ah...when we reached there, we also do not know where to sit and relax. we walked around MS for like....another half an hour? aiyah...let's jus go karaoke joint to sit and drink and if anyone likes it, can also sing, my friend R said. oooookkkkkk....no objection? seems like no one objected. i presume it was because everyone was tired from walking, especially the pregnant lady C. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;while waiting for the staff to get us a room, M decided she would wanna go home first. Guess she was really really bushed. In fact, at bugis, she already said she wanna go back home first but we stopped her. She was the one who called V to ask him to meet us up then after that she wanna go home? No way! We dragged her with us to MS. She, no choice, but to follow us. After waiting for about 15mins for the room to be ready, M told me again she would want to go home. I said ok. She looks really tired. After she left, we continued waiting for the room. That was when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;me and my husband started doing some calculations. actually, paying approx $30 for just spending one two hrs inside that room...rather expensive wor. we think think think then my husband voiced out saying probably we should not waste the money. maybe we can just go to any fast-food joint?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;that time, it was already 10+. We decided to go to a fast-food joint to wait for V. Shortly, he arrived. We ordered drinks and continued chatting over there. We played a silly game. Though it was silly, it was enjoyable actually. About an hour later, we gotta leave as the fast-food restaurant was closing. We decided to end our gathering there and then also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;i enjoyed the gathering...it was a time for all to do some catching up. would we be having more? of course we would be. i would try to organise more in the future so that we would not miss out that much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;hmmmmm...hw about next month?????? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-114948544742479023?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/114948544742479023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=114948544742479023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/114948544742479023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/114948544742479023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2006/06/our-gathering.html' title='Our Gathering'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-114724010775940493</id><published>2006-05-10T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T13:03:08.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Has she chosen correctly???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Everyone has a dream, has a goal. Like I mention earlier on in one of my post, I do have dream. Just that for mine, probably others see that as 'kiddish'. Probably others would feel that it is not even worth mentioning. By the way, are dreams/goals associated with the word 'ambitious'? Does one has to be real ambitious before we can achieve or move towards our destination? Am i talking sense here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Anyway, what I wanna say today is about my cousin. She has a dream....and that is to become a song writer/arranger. I guess to become one, one has to be someone who is musically-inclined, innovative, creative, sensitive. If really that is the case, I would say that she has them all. She is always working towards her goal. She joins clubs/society/group that is directly or indirectly helping her in this field. She is always looking for schools that can lead her to the route she wants. Finally, she graduated from O Level and has a chance to further studies in this area. Too bad, she did not manage to get into her desire polytechnic. I guess this was a bad blow to her. She was given a place in another poly but probably a total different one from what she has wanted. She has to make a decision.....to stay in the current one, to get her diploma and takes off from there. Or to quit the current one, start working first then to apply for the one that she really wanted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Everyone feels that she should continue with her current one. In our country, without paper qualifications, indeed, life would be slightly harder. You would have to work extra, double, triple hard to move up up and up. Lots would feel that since she has a chance to get her dip, she should stay and at least give that poly a try. She might find that she likes it eventually. They also feel that the money would go waste if she gives up now. Apparently, I think her family has paid up quite abit for her studies. I don't blame her family for thinking this way cos that sum of money is not just peanuts, though it is not consider a very very huge sum. But then again, it is hard-earned money, you know? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;A small number of them gave their advices to her,too. Welllll....I contributed to that small number. We feel that if indeed the current one is really something that she does not like and has no interest at all, 'forcing' herself to stay is is probably 'an agony'. We might say that she just need to pass through 2/3 years of her studies. For people who do not like that something, 2/3 years seems decades. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;In her mind, she has already chosen what she wanted. She just need someone to back her up thus in the end, she gave up the place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;I was like her too. Though I do not know my path very clear and honestly do not know how to work towards it, in my mind, I had always wanted to be a teacher. When I graduated from O Level that time, I was given places in a few polys plus an institute. Polys offered me courses that I am not so interested in. As for that institute, I always thought it would only be completed when I get to enter University. I would be like in the middle of the sky if I just stopped after completing my institute studies. I thought to myself back then, why force myself to study when I could not get what I want? Won't that few years be an agony for me? I thought and thought and thought.....in the end, I chose nothing. I decided to start my working life then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Now when I think back and look at my best friend, she is doing very very well. She is a teacher now. She completed her studies at the institute, continued at NIE and finally become a teacher. If I had been clear of what I really wanted, have been more receptive with other people's suggestion and then really put on my thinking cap and consider through, I might not be what I am today. I might have really achieved my goal of being a teacher and be proud of myself and not think lowly of myself now. Welllll.....I am not very bad also. I had a stable job, earns a proper pay, got my own HDB flat (but still paying).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;So, what should we do when we were given options, choices? How do we determine if what we have chosen is really meant to be ours? Who can really say that what we have chosen is correct?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Basically, this is life. We have to be responsible of our own life. If you have chosen a particular route, don't look back. Just go all out and have it done. At least, when you look back, you won't end up sighing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Correct?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-114724010775940493?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/114724010775940493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=114724010775940493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/114724010775940493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/114724010775940493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2006/05/has-she-chosen-correctly.html' title='Has she chosen correctly???'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-114706501745802514</id><published>2006-05-08T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T13:27:42.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Tired.....But Worth It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;the 2 darlings were so happy when we told them we might bring them out on labour day...but...something cropped up thus we were not able to keep to our promise. we felt bad especially when we remembered how happy they sounded when we told them we would be bringing them out. my sis felt that we should not break promises to kids thus we arranged to bring them out last sat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;they jus woke up from their afternoon nap and were slightly grouchy when we went to their house. we were even thinking that we might hv to call off our shopping as the girls seemed rather reluctant to go out with us. i felt abit half-hearted actually...welllllll....ginger, the spicer the better (jiang hai shi lao de la)...i really gotta kowtow to my sis. jus a little pacifying to the girls and it was done!!!!! we are ready for shopping...cool, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;we brought them to jurong point...had our dinner at pizza hut. they are simply adorable! girlie wanted to taste every food that was served but then.....she can't finished them...gobbled down her food and abit boyish in her actions....:)...as for her sister, she is more careful with her selection. she only asked for food that she wanted and she would finished up everything. she sipped her soup carefully, making sure she doesn't spilled them, slowly chewed her food....so lady-like....hahahahahahahahah....:D....they are so different from one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;a little situation occured!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;that was when my husband appeared!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;it was ok initially but then....probably the young girls don't share the same kind of humour as my husband thus they were frightened of him and ended up crying....it was really not his fault but then being an adult, i feel that he should act magnanimous. he should at least try to pacify the girls. instead, blackie virus overcome him suddenly and he jus kept quiet and allow the girls to drop tears...sigh....da ren yin gai you da liang mah....:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;my sis and i quickly calm the girls down and tried to divert their attention to other things so they would stopped crying. thank goodness! they stopped crying after a short while and we started on our shopping spree....wellllllll...not really OURS but jus THEIRS......:(....i did not get to buy anything for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;we bought a water-bottle for girlie, her sister had a minnie mouse, my sis got herself a pair of shoes and a bag while my brother's girlfriend had a pair of shoes also....me???? i got nothing....wellllllll...just as well....save $$$$ lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;after all these shopping, we brought the girls home. tell u, i was totally bushed! probably, it was because i had running nose thus i felt extra extra tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;i grumbled to my sis saying i was having second thoughts about raising my own. it is really not easy being nanny, you know? you gotta take good care of the kids, make sure they eat well, eat enough, not too much, don't overstuff themselves, do not get hurt etc etc etc etc.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;but then, after sending the girls home, looking at them smiling happily and enjoyed the 'excursion', i think otherwise again....i would want to have my own kids, i would want to raise them because i believe that all weariness, all hardwork, they would become very fruitful and when you see the kids smiling happily and thanking you for each and everything you have done for them, be it small or big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;that was how i feel at the end of the day......after sending the girls home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;that is why, i tell my husband, i wanna have my own kids.....not one, not two but FOUR....because, one seems too lonely, two seems too few, three seems odd.......thus FOUR is the best!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D :P :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;don't you think so?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;i know people would regard me as crazy but then......it's my life....so i take control of it and do it the way i want....don't you agree?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-114706501745802514?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/114706501745802514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=114706501745802514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/114706501745802514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/114706501745802514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2006/05/very-tiredbut-worth-it.html' title='Very Tired.....But Worth It'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-114654981445142739</id><published>2006-05-02T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T14:06:05.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wedding/Evening Gowns Fitting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;well well well...after been ROMed for almost 3 years, i have finally going through with my customary wedding this oct....rejoice guys! let's all rejoice to this day...uhmmmm....for me can????? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;being a laid-back person, i have my own dreams also. since young, i have always wanted to be a teacher. since i am lousy in my studies, this dream had to be abandoned. i have to pursue my yet another dream and it seems that i am closer to this dream...;) i have always hope to get married, don wedding gown, looking beautiful on that very special day of mine and have all attention on me, jus for this day. to be transformed from a 丑小鸭 to a 天鹅...that very day is getting closer and closer and closer because i am getting married on oct 29..:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;lots of them say i would have lots to do, lots to plan, lots to buy...etc for that very day....i thought so too but until now, it seems that there is no tension yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;i have gone for my first gown fitting last friday. i thought i would take a long long time to choose my gowns...but....i was rather surprised that i took only 2 hours to complete...:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;for my wedding gown, i took less than one hour to choose the one i like...ok ok, i might have taken a longer time to choose my evening gown but then again, in all, i didn't take long to have everything completed. i would like to post the pictures of the gowns i have chosen but then......i decided i would like to keep it a secret first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;yes, my hubby, my mum, my sis and my brother's girlfriend have seen them but i would still like to keep it secret for those who have yet to see them.....so eventually, i decided.....no photos for this case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;end of may, i would be going for my second fitting and by 2nd week of jun, i would be going for my indoor and outdoor photo taking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;that reminds me something urgently!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;it is time to shed more fats! though i am not very very very fat but i am not at my ideal figure yet! i know that when i went for my gown-fitting the other day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;so...........no more excuses for me starting from this day....time to do some controlling of my food intake, some exercise liao.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;cos i would like to look my best on my very special day that would only happen once.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-114654981445142739?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/114654981445142739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=114654981445142739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/114654981445142739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/114654981445142739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-weddingevening-gowns-fitting.html' title='My Wedding/Evening Gowns Fitting'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-114585947904156987</id><published>2006-04-24T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T09:09:29.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chen Weilian's Concert &amp; Sweetie's Birthday...:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;apologies for a little mistake i've made in my previous post. in fact, on that very same day after i've sent out my post, i realised that Weilian's concert and Sweetie's birthday does not fall on the same day. they are a day apart....sorry sorry sorry...it's my fault. wellllll, not entirely my fault i shld say. it's my cousin's fault leh. that day when he told us he was going to invite us to his house, i remember very clearly that he said it was going to be on a saturday lor. anyway, all is over liao so whether it's my fault or his, we shan't harp on that liao lah....bottom line is, everything went by jus perfectly well....:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;22 apr 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;it was drizzling on saturday when my sis and i were on our way to The Max Pavilion. i was still thinking: die liao! it is raining. would it dampen everyone's heart? would everyone decide not to go to Weilian's concert? well well well...none of that happen! we reached around 8+ and saw crowds. everyone was moving into the hall and ready to get seated. i was feeling so excited. thought tixs were given free and we were not given the best seats, nevertheless, we had a pretty good view of Weilian. there was a pretty big screen hanging in front. the concert started at around 8.30pm. my idol was dropped down from above singing the new song from the album...oooohhhhhhh....how nice was that!!!!!!! he continued singing 3 more songs before he invited his very first guest (he had invited 4 guests) .....jason! jason is his best friend from pss. looking at the way how jason took care of him, joked with him, made the crowd cheered for him, i was really touched. it really show that there is absolutely no boundaries when making friends. that also made me like jason more, too...;P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;after jason left, Weilian came back on stage to sing more songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;he had fantastic chemistry with all the special guests he invited, like Joi Chua. They sang 我真的受伤了. their voices just matched so well and it really makes one feel so intoxicated in their singing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;can tell that quan yi feng dotes on him. when he came out with quan, you can tell from the way quan talked and it was really like a mother caring for the child. after hearing from quan, we then knew that in fact, WL was having a fever the previous night. he had an injection in order to bring down the fever...oh! poor boy! he must be feeling so pressurised and stressed with the whole concert...he must be very eagered to make the concert a success...he must be.....guess i shan't say too much if not others would feel that i'm getting abit too 花痴了.....:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;the last guest to appear on stage was WL's best friend who is visually handicapped too. two of them put up a very good show together, singing and playing guitars together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;in all, i think WL had to sing on stage for almost 2 hours. it is a known fact that he is not a smooth-talker but his voice is something that no one should doubt. can you imagine he has simply no flaws in his singing? ok ok...minus some parts when he forgotten the lyrics and some other time when he either entered the sing too fast or too slow. other than that, i really cannot find anymore fault with his performance liao. i mean, yes, as a beginner, he sure has more to learn, room for improvement but like i say again, his voice is something that is without doubt de....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;he reaches almost every high note and his voice really really really touched people's heart....i can't say that every single one is touched but then.....by saying 70-80% of them, i guess it's reasonable bah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;coming to the very last song, 童话, can tell that he almost teared. was it cos of sigh of relief that the concert ended rather well? or was it cos he felt that he has not let anyone down? i cried when i heard him singing the last song and i really felt like 'sayang-ing' him....:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;i will definitely support him all the way....though he might not be able to see anyone of us who is supporting him all the way but i'm sure he can feel and will appreciate it....like everyone who is supporting him, will not that we are standing behind him not cos of sympathy...he really touch us with his voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;23 apr 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;little sweetie was sitting on the sofa when we arrived at her house. think she has just woken up not long ago from her afternoon nap. she must be overjoyed when we started giving her her birthday presents. wow! her small hands are sure too small for those big big big presents that we have gotten for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;meanwhile, her younger sis jus got up from her afternoon nap, too. guess she was abit overwhelmed to see so many of us thus she ended up crying...this darling took awhile to calm down and we had tried ways and means to pacify her but it was not that difficult actually ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;i was amazed by the birthday. guess not only me....all were amazed cos we have never actually seen a 3D cake before. can u imagine? hoh! how lucky can young kids be? sweetie likes barbie dolls but when i asked her sister (her sis was 3 yrs old) if she would like a similar cake...her reply was no...why? i asked. she then tell me, i like strawberry shortcake!!!!! this little darling told us she prefers strawberry shortcake! actually has a mind of her own already? goodness gracious!!!  in my era, probably, we don't have such kind of 3D cake....how lucky can they be??? huh???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;sweetie must be happy...wouldn't she??? i would be very very happy to have people celebrating my birthday and most importantly....got so many presents......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;take note guys!!!!!! be prepared to shower me with lots and lots and lots of attention and presents on my birthday ok??????? ;P hmmmm....i also wan a 3D cake....let me have crayon shinchan, ok ok ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-114585947904156987?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/114585947904156987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=114585947904156987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/114585947904156987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23561228/posts/default/114585947904156987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/2006/04/chen-weilians-concert-sweeties.html' title='Chen Weilian&apos;s Concert &amp; Sweetie&apos;s Birthday...:D'/><author><name>Sangenie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02743053952953591227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-114542403511995493</id><published>2006-04-19T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T11:21:27.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another One To Come</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8124/835/1600/Girlie7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8124/835/1600/Girlie7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;that's our darling....:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8124/835/1600/Rae%20141.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8124/835/320/Rae%20141.0.jpg" width="423" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;well....a few days back, we were celebrating my sister's birthday...hmmmm....a few days later, we would be celerating our darling's birthday...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;who's our darling? our shared boyfriend? shared husband? or shared lover? nay, none of the above. she's our shared niece....a real sweetie :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;her birthday falls on 26 apr and her daddy wanna celebrate it this saturday for her. any objection? nope! none of us has anything to object! well, first of all, it's a time to see this little sweetie again and plus yet another day for us all to gather and have fun. who would object?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;have not thought of what to get for her yet. she is 4 years old. my sister was comtemplating to get her some stationaries but i thought of buying her some clothings. u see, this little sweetie has grown......fat? hahahahahahaha...fat is not a nice word. i should say she has grown oversize. some new nice clothes for sweetie would do just fine. this sweetie simply loves to eat. when it comes to food, i hardly hear her rejecting and this gives her mum a little issue to worry. well, whose mum would love their child to join TAF club when they starting schooling? think her mummy jus gotta control her diet if not................let's just keep our fingers crossed on this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;other than attending sweetie's birthday, i have an utmost important date on that day. my sis and i would be attending a concert on that very same day. my sis has won herself a pair of Chen Weilian's concert at The MAX Pavilion this saturday. i know she would like to ask her friend to go with her but thennnnnnn....being my favourite sis and i being her favourite sis, and knowing i like Weilian alot, she has decided to bring me along. Three Cheers for Almo! Hip Hip Hooray! Hip Hip Hooray! Hip Hip Hooraaaaayyyyyyyy!!!!!! ok ok...cool cool cool.....let's not get too excited about the whole issue. i gotta preserve my energy (especially since i just recovered from flu and cough) so that i can sing along with my idol and scream together with the other fans to show our support for him :) :D :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;there is yet another issue not solved yet :(. as the MAX Pavilion is situated faaaarrrrr east of singapore while my dear cousin stays at west???? travelling to the MAX Pavilion is sure a big problem. thanks cousin, thanks weilian. thanks for giving me such a nice opportunity to enjoy the scenaries while i travel from one end to another. how about moving to the center and shake hands for this tacit telepathy??? huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;honestly, i can't blame you guys for that. i am the one who can't forsake both the little sweetie and my idol. guess i just gotta find ways to overcome this little storm in order to 'meet up with you two'....how that sounds??? huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;anyway, little sweetie, a very happy birthday to you. being a smart girl by nature, Sangenie姑姑 knows you will excel in everything you do and wishing you all the best...maybe 10 or 20 years down the road, if your Sangenie姑姑 is still writing blog, and when you are young and pretty while she is old and hagged, she will show you this post that she has dedicated to you,ok?....:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8124/835/1600/Girlie7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8124/835/320/Girlie7.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;see hw cheerful she smile ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-114542403511995493?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/114542403511995493/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23561228.post-114532194578158639</id><published>2006-04-18T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T17:38:56.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Over....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it's over....after getting excited about the whole thing for a day or two, the whole celebration was over. well, i meant to say my sister's birthday...:)...i would say that it was a fun and enjoyable nite for everyone who went....but i ended up sick after that :(.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;in fact, i have been feeling not so well the past week...i think i gotten the virus from my boss. he was sick two weeks ago and until today, he is still coughing. i told my colleague that whenever my boss is sick, we are sure to get it from me with me being the first 'victim'. true enough, i got the virus from him and was sick yesterday...sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;anyway, i'm well and back at work already...quite abit to clear today....well, just hope that i can clear my backlog work by today....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;back to my sister's birthday celebration. we went to a karaoke joint at safra. wow! the room given was so darn big that there could even contain a small stage. think we can even have buffet inside the room. we sang, we joked, we dance the whole night out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;my sister being the 'birthday girl' was not spared from drinking. when i say 'drinking', i don't mean plain water, different types of juices and such. i mean alcohol. they kept asking her to down mugs of beer. her friend ordered her a glass of alcohol and imediately she went 'high' after that. i am always fascinated by that drink. it was to be drank with flame burning. that really does look cool but......until today, i still have no idea what that drink was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;she was still ok initially but after that drink, she was like 'drunk' liao. she started to get hysteric. how i hated that! i mean, it's not that i do not like fun but then again, i seriously do not like it when she got drunk, ended up vomitting and feeling terrible the next day. she would oblige to every request to bottoms up so being her chaperon (well, i self appoint myself), i simply had to control her. when i found others asking her to drink, i had to step in and stop all that. i know it was her birthday celebration and supposed to let loose but then, i can't allow her to let loose and get herself all drunk and then had a hung-over....right to say so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;finally, all these challenging her on mugs and mugs of beer stopped. all of us sat down, relaxed and continued our singing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;very tired after that. we went separate ways and home to zzzzzzzzzzzzz......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span 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one has been working constantly for awhile, u would definitely be looking for a long weekend....hehehehehe....me too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;anyway, i definitely have something to look forward too besides this long weekend.  my sister's birthday is just round the corner.  in fact, her birthday is on this coming 17.  she will be having a small celebration with us all this coming saturday (friends, family, relatives)....so looking forward to the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;i know we'll all have fun, lotsa and lotsa of fun....we'll always create havoc when we are together. i mean my family together with my maternal relatives.  have close bonds with my maternal relatives and has always been this way.  we might be working and do not meet up so often already but when we get the chance to meet up, we would talk, joke....like nobody business.  that is the spirit of Seows, Yangs and Tans....that is how to always proclaim ourselves as....:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;but i know that deep down inside, my sis is not that happy about...or rather it is a mixed feelings for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;she has just officially broken off with her 'on-and-off' boyfriend whom she has gotten together for almost 9 years.  just before her birthday (once again he has to upset her during the mth of her birthday), he told her that he loves her but unable to commit...how sad can that be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;today, my sis received a bouquet of flowers from him.  how sweet, right? welllll...it is sweet to receive that from your darling but then again, it's over between them so no matter how sweet it is, there is really no way it can brighten up my sis already dampen feelings.  it's like looking at the flowers and yet, u just can't bring yourself to be happy about it....:_(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;i will talk more that her relationship with him in another post....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;right now, i'm going home liao...to enjoy my long weekend, my sis's birthday's celebration and and and....i think that's about allll....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;ciao everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-114492209680512202?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/114492209680512202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23561228&amp;postID=114492209680512202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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definitely not something unusual nowadays. i am probably the last one in this planet who just started blogging now...wellllllll...am i?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;seriously, hope not...it would sound as if i'm a cave man who just entered this planet called Earth and just started learning to w....r....i....t.....e? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;why the sudden urge to start a blog? in fact, it is not sudden. i have been wanting to put all thoughts into writing. i have been writing diaries all these while. why don't i continue writing diary? well, at times, the spur moment to write down what happen just come like that. when i reached home, i would have either forgotten what i wanna jot down or at times felt tired to do any writing. with this blog thingey going on, i can do my updating as and when i want to have sweet, nice, happy, unhappy, sad, angry memories all written down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;that is why i started my virgin blog....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23561228-114171069105717140?l=sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sangenie-trulymine.blogspot.com/feeds/114171069105717140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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